Chapter 439 Are you sure you are here to fight, not to live?
Smoke and dust filled the air.
A strong wind swept past, blowing for hundreds of miles without stopping.
The Hun cavalry, who ate and slept with the war horses and treated them like family members, gritted their teeth and used the strength that they couldn't even sprint on their wives to hit the family members' abdomens with their heels.
The horses galloped in pain, responding quickly to their master's instructions as usual - as long as they started running, the master would not kick them in the stomach.
They are getting faster and faster, their hooves are flying.
The goshawk in the blue sky flapped its wings vigorously, but it couldn't fly over the group of horses on the ground.
It twisted its hawk's head and watched the horses carrying the smoke and dust away.
The scattered dust blocked its sight. It flapped its wings and drew an arc away from where the horses passed, patrolling the ground looking for hares.
The three thousand war horses ran at a speed that even a goshawk could beat the dust, but their abdomens became more and more painful. Their master was still kicking and giving them instructions to speed up.
So, they can only continue to gallop.
Several of them screamed and ran towards the leader of Baishi. Our parents hugged them tightly, covered their mouths, and dragged them back to Qionglu.
The personal guards who listened to Prince Maodun's order and several princes from small tribes who were close by also dared to rush.
Mo Dun patrolled from the back of the resting team to the front of the team.
The leader of the Baishi tribe asked with chattering teeth, speaking in Hun language.
Prince Moton passed by Qiu Ling and rescued Qiu Ling. He was the only person who fell and was rescued immediately.
Someone responded.
With a simple mood, the surrounding wind seemed to be ridicule.
There were 8,000 men and horses when they came out, but now there are only 2,441 and 2,440 horses left.
The cavalry represented the Xiongnu's pretense of truce and set out again. Mao Dun looked back at the way he came, his face was ferocious, and he wanted to eat raw to eat his flesh. The word shame was written on the outside of each of my eyebrows.
"They are lucky! The general wants to find a richer pasture for them! Go back and take all you can with you! Nai Gong will take them to migrate!"
Dique Mountains, the old site of Dique City that was destroyed by Meng Tian.
A group of Huns were sitting on the ground, their blank faces still showing kindness.
When Qiu Ling opened his eyes, he saw the veins on the neck of Prince Maodun, who I am Teeth, bulging like earthworms. He held his head high, raised his scimitar, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
That large tribe is called the Baishi Tribe, with a total population of less than 800. It is the largest such tribe among the Huns and may be annexed at any time.
My words were soft, but in the desert, which was so quiet that you could hear the rustling of leaves and grass, it was enough for everyone around me to hear.
I stood in the center, lower than everyone else, and smiled bitterly.
A moment ago, the only one who fell on his horse and was saved by Mao Dun, who was not crushed into mud by the horse's hooves, shouted with a swollen face:
Wang Twenty had a sinister smile on his face. He held a spear under his horse and put it to his waist to use his strength. He shot the spear through the abdomen of the leader of the Baishi Tribe. He stopped and pierced the ground half a foot deep.
The low-speed Hun cavalry was not originally commanded by low-raised flags.
"You are very successful, right?"
Suddenly, no one jumped on the horse, stretched out his hand to wipe the saliva from the face of the Xiongnu woman, and apologized apologetically in the Xiongnu language.
There were 70,000 people, a total of less than 100 battalions. Xiao Shao spread out and searched across the area 100 kilometers and 70 kilometers away from where Meng Tian had set up, in a horizontal carpet-like search.
It wasn't until he saw the green and yellow grass with no one in sight that he would silently look back. Then after a while, he would look back and continue looking.
The strong man reacted, although his whole body was still weak, but he immediately straddled the horse with weak support and held the reins with both hands.
Wang Nian, commander of the 70th Battalion of the Taotie Army, whipped his horse and shouted.
"It's refreshing. Isn't it as refreshing as playing in Handan?"
The Huns cavalry were stunned and looked at the prince who had been secretly scolded by us for being brave just now.
The composition of that group of cavalry, the young ones are all princes of various tribes, we are so proud and privileged that we have never been so close to death.
We always have to look back in a controlled manner, looking towards the way we came with eyes full of fear.
Those battalion commanders were all veterans who had fought with Ying Chengyun, and they had no personal respect for Ying Chengyun. We had 100% trust in Ying Chengyun in our hearts.
"Death is the most difficult thing. Who can do it even if it's a stroke? You also wanted to cut off the head of this Central Plains dog and die gloriously, but you chose to live in humiliation with them.
For the Huns, who were arrogant and associated with horses, what was the difference between riding a horse and running and jumping?
The smoke brought up by the war horses grew larger and larger. When the smoke completely disappeared, the out-of-control cavalry team finally stopped.
The entire cavalry team was extremely slow. As a result, we were thrown off by the horses in front of us, trampled to death, and became fertilizer for the lush green grass.
Mr. Page, is that the estrangement plan you talked about?
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Where is the general taking you?"
Meng Wu, the general on the left, and Wei, the general on the front, stood together. We looked at the mother and son, who were smiling from the bottom of their hearts and very happily, but we didn't laugh at all.
Wang Twenty, who was riding behind, secretly let out another sigh and cursed loudly.
For the rest of my Xiongnu ears, there was only the sound of the howling wind and, if not, the extremely vague sound of human voices.
Wang Twenty, wearing battle armor and riding a war horse, drove the Baishi tribe back toward Dique.
The Taotie Army drove the large tribes back towards the lower gate, like a bunch of ants returning to their ant nest.
The Hun woman who was spat at looked panicked and apologized repeatedly in Hun language, as if I had spit in the face of the vaulter.
Mao Dun grabbed his greasy hair hard and looked happy.
"Shut up!
But he knows that you are slaughtering Qi for You because you are old enough, but because your father is Xu.
Putting the machete on, Mao Dun gasped and looked at the pair of shining eyes above.
How could anyone else listen carefully to the Hun cavalry who were fleeing for their lives?
But the sound that was deafening in the ears of the hilly hills was only heard by me and Prince Moton’s cavalry nearby.
After Qiu Ling interrupted, everyone was confused as to whether the dead monsters of a hundred people were at the head of Prince Moton.
Ying Chengyu took his mother for a stroll, looking at flowers and trees, catching birds and fish, and getting deeply close to nature.
"That's okay!"
The thin line between life and death, the real thin line between life and death.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After saying this, he dismounted again, led the horse and walked with the escorted Xiongnu, and chatted with the Xiongnu in Xiongnu language.
He wants to wait for you to come back. Don't die in Xiaomo!
Immediately dismount the horse.
We are small talkers, but our lives are like weeds in the desert. We are recognized when we are young, asked when we die, and we are stepped on all our lives.
"You survived, but one hundred and four brothers did not die. You cried for us, mourned in silence, let the goshawks carry your condolences, and asked the sun and the moon to send your condolences.
The members of the White Stone Tribe looked at their leader and his face turned pale. Many of the elders, some eight feet tall, were wailing.
Today's humiliation will be recorded by Mao Dun!
"As long as the things are taken, what does the general want those Hun dogs to do? What are they going to do?"
Mao Dun let go, completely fixed his body with his two feet, turned around under the galloping horse, faced the Hun cavalry in front of him, used his two arms as two flags, waved them in a specific way, and drank a sip.
We all put down the scimitars in our hands, discarded the bows and arrows in our hands, and dropped the hammers, sticks, hooks, anything that looked like they could be used as weapons, and knelt on the ground with empty hands.
Soothe the war horse, drink some water, and eat some dry food...
Everyone else was silent.
Just running, running... the front legs of the first war horse bent and fell to the ground. Qiu Ling, the prince of the Qiulin tribe on the horse, was thrown away and fell twenty steps in front of the horse.
That's not over yet.
Among the cavalry moving at low speeds, if they help their fallen comrades, the smallest possibility is that they themselves will be brought up. With amazing physical strength and extraordinary courage, one or the other can save people.
"If you are a willing traveler, just accompany their leader to death!"
I gathered the remaining 2,441 people and sat on the ground around me.
"Whoever surrenders will be killed!"
Noon has passed early and sunset is approaching.
"After the trip, you swore that you would take every one of them back, but now, none of the one hundred and four warriors will go back forever..."
That's OK.
The woman quickly raised her head and let the saliva flow down her face without even wiping it.
Maodun calmed down and grabbed the hill I placed under the horse's back.
Qiu Ling closed his eyes and kept screaming. This was the only thing he could do before he died.
That's a semaphore, meaning stop.
"Whoever surrenders will be killed!"
Soon, everyone in that tribe was driving their cattle and sheep, preparing to move with the kind-hearted Qin army.
"They were brought out by you, Maodun, and they are the Yuezhi who came here because they trusted you, Maodun.
"You tried your best to escape, killing one hundred and ten bad horses and killing one hundred and four warriors.
"The entire army rested and regrouped. We set off half an hour ago and arrived at the Yuezhi territory after daylight."
He slapped Qiu Ling's face hard, knocking back all my conscious howls.
"The dogs of the Central Plains scold you and humiliate you, but you endure it because you are their prince and you want to take them home. Compared with the honor of the warriors, you want all of them to live more."
Wang Twenty was angry and stopped cursing.
The eyes of the strong man who looked like an iron tower reflected the galloping horses. He was screaming out of fear and could not say a complete sentence.
In the small desert in the northwest, there are only forty-four of the special troops of the Seventy Battalion of the Rear Army led by Wang Xiaxia.
"Then, it's all your fault."
The oval-shaped setting sun coated the cavalry with a layer of orange, but it was able to convey that layer of warm color from the skin to the soul.
I beg those white-armored Qin troops behind us who are notorious among the Xiongnu to harm our lives.
The Hun cavalry stopped kicking the horse's belly and tightened the reins instead.
The Huns defeated by Meng Tian took the initiative to move north, and many small tribes moved to the far reaches of Langjuxu Mountain deep in the desert.
Mao suddenly choked on words.
We watched helplessly as our companions were trampled to death but did not lend a helping hand. We were only worried that the last horse that fell was our own, so we had no shame in complaining about Prince Maodun?
Sitting next to the war horses, these Xiongnu elite cavalrymen who were supposed to be warriors all looked peaceful and defeated, and they all looked like the living dead.
Soon, the following cavalry flooded the hills like the fiercest wave...
The leader of the White Stone Tribe who was nailed to the ground held a spear in both hands and wanted to pull it out but had no strength. I howled with joy and blood was flowing from the barrel of the gun.
Wang Twenty muttered and sighed, longing for a hearty fight, but like the herdsmen, he drove the group of Hun dogs to Dique.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Set up camp and rebuild the city of Dique.
All battalion commanders knew exactly what the general was going to do, but all of them executed it very badly.
"There is nothing to say in the Central Plains. It is slow as a lost dog and busy as a fish that slips through the net. I will tell you.
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"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"This is Qin Gou's crime! What does it have to do with the prince!"
Is he sure he is here to fight and live a life?
Mao Dun put his hands on Qiu Ling's shoulders, and with a strong push, he rose into the air and stood on the back of the horse. He was still as safe as if he were standing on the ground!
"Damn commissar!"
Half an hour ago.
I turned around and spit heavily in the face of a Hun woman.
Mao Dun saw that the hoofs of each war horse were stained with flesh and blood, and there were no deep marks on the abdomen of each war horse.
Mao Dun pulled out his scimitar and put it under his neck.
"If that birdie of his is deliberately looking for trouble again, Gong Nai will report him and ask the general to take over his battalion commander!"
There were only a few battalion commanders with extremely weak personal thoughts and deviant or perverted personalities, and there were no political commissars to restrain them, forcing those few to act arbitrarily.
That low-difficulty, low-safety action has very bad effects.
After muttering to the camp interpreter beside him, Wang Nina realized what the more noble-looking Xiongnu behind him was talking about.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
"Hills! He'll control the horse!"
The people of the Baishi tribe looked at each other with fear on their faces. According to the rumors, the Qin army, old and young, did not kill us, but instead took us to a more fertile pasture?
"Nai Gong has said that it is a richer pasture. Did he understand what Nai Gong said? Or is he willing to go with Nai Gong?"
"But before that, you have to bear our lives, remember today's shame, live in humiliation, and weaken yourselves. One day, you can avenge us and yourself!"
Wang Twenty's brows furrowed when he heard this, with a look of impatience on his face, but I understood.
He was allowed to escape by the white-armored Qin army, but one hundred and ten horses were killed on the way to escape, and one hundred and four people were killed.
The vaulter looked at the head of Wang Nian who turned around with a serious look on his face.
In the battle with this group of white-armored Qin troops, did we suffer any casualties?
The sun sets in the west.
When encountering a large Xiongnu tribe, they would retreat and kill those who surrendered. Then they would drive back the surrendered Huns and take away all the cattle, sheep, horses, grass, and demolished domes, including the worst hair.
Leave one.
"How can I say it has anything to do with you?
Everyone responded and got busy.
Anyone who is blind can ignore Prince Moton standing under the horse. Not only can he hear the prince's voice, but he can also see his gestures.
"What a coward! Birdman! Those who say bad things will surrender to death!"
The deafening sound resounded, giving the already desperate tribe a glimmer of hope.
"Whoever surrenders will be killed!"
Those who remain in the Yinshan Mountains are the large tribes that are dying out every month.