The morning sun rises slowly, spreading its sunshine onto the vast grassland.

The Xiongnu Chanyu military officials faced the rising sun, knelt in their royal tents, and kowtowed to the red-fiery sun.

For the Huns who worshiped primitive shamanism, everything in the world, birds and animals, vegetation and insects, and even lifeless mountains and rivers, all became gods.

The sun, moon and stars were the gods worshiped by the Huns.

The full name of the Xiongnu Chanyu is Dengli Gutu, which means son of heaven.

From this aspect, there is indeed some relationship between the Huns and the Chinese dynasty.

At least, at the very least, the title of Chanyu is the title of the Chinese emperor who copied the village.

Therefore, among the Xiongnu, worshiping the sun and the moon at night were actually just like the Chinese emperor worshiping the heaven and sweeping the earth. It was a ritual for the ruler to borrow power from heaven and affirm his divine right to rule.

Therefore, the sun worship ceremony is a very sacred and solemn thing among the Huns.

When the Chanyu worships the sun, the nobles, big and small, military leaders and leaders of vassal kingdoms and tribes all prostrate themselves on the ground and remain motionless to express their determination to forever surrender and obey the orders of the Chanyu.

As the king of Youguli, Yizhixie's position was very close to the military officials.

He was lying on the ground, squinting at the nobles and generals on the left and right.

Some of these people are his enemies, some are his allies, but many more may become enemies or allies.

This is a normal thing in the Xiongnu.

Most of the Xiongnu nobles will only follow the victors and spurn the losers.

The rule of the Xiongnu game is that the winner takes all, and the loser dies without a place to live.

"General Zuo, Huyan Dangtu, what are you doing these days?" Yi Zhixie had a lingering doubt in his mind.

Among all the ministers and confidants, the one that Yi Zhixie feared the most was the loyal dog of the military minister, who was madly calling Yan to be slaughtered.

This Huyan nobleman, who was privately called a "bastard" by the Xiongnu nobles, provided an airtight protective umbrella for the military officials with his madness, cruelty and tyranny.

Yi Zhixie knew very well that if he could not solve the Huyandang Tu, then a coup would be impossible.

This madman will tear all possible rebellions into pieces.

Moreover, no one within the Xiongnu dared to launch a coup in front of this madman, which would be no different than seeking death.

You must know that in the past few years, this person has personally killed hundreds of nobles and slaves who disobeyed or disobeyed the Chanyu. He tore off their heads and made wine vessels.

The character of the Huns is like a pack of wolves on the grassland.

The more ferocious the alpha wolf, the more obedient the pack will be, and vice versa.

Before Huyan Dangtu, the loyal dog of the military official, died, other nobles and ambitious people would all behave with their tails between their legs.

Originally, Yi Zhixie had been paying close attention to Huyan Dangtu's every move, and even set a trap. He was prepared to do this without being noticed, which was his biggest stumbling block.

However, a month ago, this great Xiongnu nobleman, who was never far away from his military ministers and was like their shadow, seemed to have disappeared from this world.

Even now, at the opening ceremony of this sacred Dragon City Conference, Huyan Dangtu is nowhere to be seen.

This made Yi Zhixie feel like a warning bell was ringing in her heart. Her restless heart was like grass under a strong wind, trembling with fear and unable to sleep peacefully.

After another bow, the military officials stood up under the guidance of an old shaman. Facing the sacred sun, they respectfully sprinkled a wine vessel made of the enemy's head with kumiss.

Kumis and cheese were the Huns' largest sources of food and the best offerings to the gods.

"Omnipotent plowing the sky, please give guidance to your heirs..." The military officials said loudly to the countless totems erected around the king's tent: "Please send down your divine grace and exert your divine power..."

Dozens of shamans immediately surrounded the totem poles, singing and dancing, holding a pair of extremely sharp knives that shone with cold light.

There are also more than a dozen female shamans, with their breasts exposed, facing the west, where the sun sets, and they perform extremely charming dances according to religious rituals.

Hundreds of tied prisoners of war were dragged under these totem poles by Hun warriors.

The shamans chanted mysterious incantations and used strange pronunciations to praise the power of the gods and the wisdom of the Chanyu.

Then, they walked up to the prisoners, picked up the knives, grabbed the prisoners' hair, and asked the warriors to push them to the trench under the totem pole.

These prisoners were obviously given some narcotic or hallucinogenic drugs in advance.

They are confused, ignorant, ignorant of their situation, and even their consciousness is blurred.

The shamans picked up their knives and slit the throats of the prisoners. Hot blood immediately spurted out and sprayed into the grooves next to the totem poles. Soon, these grooves were filled with blood.

"God support the plow!" Seeing this scene, the military officials bowed down again: "Please accept the sacrifices offered by your descendants! These dirty and despicable Wusun people have betrayed the sacred covenant. I will follow your will

, defeated them, captured their livestock, robbed their women, and enslaved their descendants. Now, I will dedicate their leaders and nobles to the great you and the great gods of the four directions!"

The ceremony then reached its climax.

More than a hundred Wusun prisoners of war were tied to tall totem poles.

The shamans walked with strange steps and chanted strange incantations as they came to these prisoners of war.

The fire disks were lit one by one. In the light of the fire, these shamans used extremely superb skills to cut open the scalps of these prisoners of war bit by bit. They were like artists, carefully cutting open the scalps of these prisoners, and

Without hurting the bones and flesh, they poured mercury along the gaps in the scalps of these prisoners of war.

This is the best gift to the gods.

It requires that the entire ritual must be completed while the sacrifice is alive, otherwise, the gods will be unhappy and unwilling to accept such inferior sacrifices.

If this is the case, then according to tradition and custom, there is no choice but to offer the sacrifice to the god that angered the god in the same way to appease the god's anger.

Therefore, all the shamans looked extremely focused.

Before today, almost every sacrifice had been practiced countless times to ensure nothing went wrong.

Every action, every technique is extremely professional.

The prisoners of war moaned and groaned in unconscious pain one after another. Some even woke up and begged loudly for mercy or cursed viciously and kicked their limbs wildly.

These people know exactly what situation they are facing.

Therefore, they did this just to support them and let the priest go to hell to accompany them.

However, their efforts are destined to be in vain.

The entire ceremony came to an end with meticulous concentration and sacred and solemn singing.

Several older shamans looked at the prisoners who had been injected with mercury but were still breathing.

Then they knelt down. Facing the military officials, they prostrated on the ground and said: "Great Zhuli Gutu, Zhuli Tian and the gods have accepted your respectful dedication. Their eyes have descended from the sky to the world. Their divine power has been poured into the body of the great Plow Gutu, giving you the power of a god!"

"In addition, we humble servants of the gods have noticed that the souls of our ancestors are also following the gods back, and they are standing beside you..."

Such words made Yi Zhixian feel alarming in her heart.

As a member of the royal family, Yi Zhixie knew very well that such a procedure did not exist at all in the past.

No shaman has ever said such a thing to Chanyu.

Because. That means that the shaman handed over the divine power to the Chanyu.

That's something these shamans are unwilling to do even to the death.

However, today, in front of him, these shamans handed over the divine power they had held for countless centuries, and handed over the supreme power of religion and the power of interpretation of gods to the hands of military ministers.

This means that from now on, military ministers are the incarnations of the gods.

For the Huns who firmly believe in shamanism, when the gods come to the world, no one can resist, and no one can resist.

What's more, there are also so-called souls of ancestors returning.

Think about it, who are the people buried in Longcheng?

Maodun Da Chanyu!

The old Shanyu!

In front of these two heroes, any noble or any tribe can only kneel down and obey orders.

"Ah..." The military minister waved his limbs, grunted, and made a strange sound, and then he said: "I saw it!"

He faced one side, knelt down on one knee, and said: "The great Moton Great Chanyu, the great Laoshang Great Chanyu, you have returned again..."

All the Xiongnu nobles and tribal leaders, whether they believe it or not, can only follow the military ministers, kneel down in that direction, and dedicate their loyalty and all their bodies and souls.

The Great Chanyu of Maodun and the Great Chanyu of Laoshang are the spirit and soul of the Xiongnu Empire.

Without these two great chanyus, there would be no Hun Empire.

The military minister knelt on the ground and looked at the Youguli King Yizhixie behind him who he wanted to drag out and chop into hundreds of pieces. The military minister sneered in his heart.

"This Chanyu should really thank the little emperor of the Han Dynasty..." The military minister thought proudly in his heart: "If it weren't for him, how would this Chanyu have thought of this trick?"

The noises made by the little emperor of the Han Dynasty in recent years are not only legendary in the Han Dynasty, but he has also heard them.

At first, the military officials were really scared to death.

Now that the gods have descended to earth to help the emperor of the Han Dynasty, how can we still play this game in the future?

In particular, the divine power and divine power displayed by the little emperor were truly incomparable.

If it weren't for the gods to be holy and the gods to descend to earth, how could the emperor of the Han Dynasty accurately predict disasters, know dangers, and make arrangements and precautions in advance?

At first, the military officials were tossing and turning and couldn't sleep all night.
To be continued...