Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 378 The War That Can Be Solved With Food Part Four

Under the howling cold wind and snow, the world is vast.

In front of Qingping Mountain.

Huns barracks.

"This year's snowstorm is so heavy, and the Central Plains is still like this. It must be even colder in the northern desert. How many people in our tribe will not be able to survive!" The burly and strong man stood in front of the camp gate, holding the falling cold snow , talking to himself coldly.

"Brother!"

A majestic Hun youth came over, saluted with his left hand on his chest, and then said: "They have driven you out now, why should you care about them, if you want me to say that the bigger the wind and snow, the better, when they can't hold on anymore, naturally I will invite my brother back!"

"Hu Chuquan, you don't understand!"

Hearing the words, the strong man shook his head indifferently, and said calmly: "Whether I was kicked out by them or not, I am Shanyu, the Shanyu of the Huns, and all the warriors of the Huns are my people, and they belong to me. Responsibility, if you inherit Shanyu's position in the future, you must learn to shoulder the responsibility of the Huns, the great Huns will not perish on the grasslands, as long as our blood is still flowing, we will be able to repeat the glory one day!"

"I see, brother!" The Hun youth lowered his head, with a hint of shame on his face.

Hu Chuquan admires his elder brother Yu Fuluo.

There are more than a hundred Xiongnu tribes, but the five major tribes in charge of the royal court, Luanti tribe was the most powerful in the past, but since his father, the previous Xiongnu Shanyu Qiangqu died, among the Xiongnu tribes, they are prepared receive a blow.

It was Yu Fuluo's reorganized tribal warriors who sheltered their Luandi tribe from wind and rain. It was also Yu Fuluo who made a decisive decision. In order to prevent civil strife among the Xiongnu, he left the northern desert and went south to the Central Plains.

It was Yu Fuluo who brought him up.

For Hu Chuquan, Yu Fuluo is not only his elder brother, but also his father, an elder brother is like a father.

"Marching in the wind and snow is bound to be difficult, and the warriors don't have enough robes, so they will definitely suffer from the wind and snow. How is the morale of the warriors now?"

The strong man of the Xiongnu asked in Fuluo.

"Brother, don't worry, we have won a big victory in this battle. They are very excited in their hearts, and they have volunteered one after another. They want to follow us to kill and win Baibogu directly!"

"Is there not much food?"

Yu Fuluo asked worriedly.

"It can only last for ten days at most. Within ten days, we must win the Baibo Valley!" Hu Chuquan asked suddenly: "It's just brother, can the Han be trusted? If they lie to us, let us fight with the Yellow Turban Army." Both sides will suffer, and they will hinder us, so we will suffer!"

"The Han people are cunning and untrustworthy!" Yu Fuluo said: "But now we can only gamble, without food, our clansmen will not be able to survive this winter!"

"Chan Yu, there is a Han outside the camp asking to see him!"

At this time, a Hun cavalry came to report.

"Han people?"

Hu Chuquan sneered: "Could it be that the Yellow Turbans are about to surrender. I said that these Han people are useless. Surrounded by our warriors, they will definitely surrender. These slaves should be able to exchange a lot of food!"

"To shut up!"

Yu Fuluo squinted his eyes. He is familiar with Han books and has a lot of research on Han culture. He is very resistant to the backward slavery system of the Xiongnu. The Xiongnu tribe led to being expelled by the other four major tribes of the Xiongnu, and went south to Hetao, from Bingzhou to Hedong.

He said gloomyly: "Hu Chuquan, have you read all the Chinese books for nothing?"

"I'm sorry, brother, I will work hard in the future!"

Although Hu Chuquan was a little annoyed at his elder brother asking him to read Chinese books, but he would never complain about Hu Chuquan, so he immediately admitted his mistake.

"Humph!"

Yu Fuluo glanced sideways at Huchuquan, and knew that he would not listen, so he didn't say much, after all, he just snorted coldly, then turned his head, and said to the Xiongnu cavalry: "Since it's a Han visit, Either an enemy or a friend, if you have the guts to come to our Huns barracks, if you are not an ordinary person, invite him into the camp, I would like to see how sacred it is."

"No!" The Hun cavalry led the order and left.

The Xiongnu camp is just an ordinary tent, the style is completely nomadic in the northern desert, with cattle and sheep leather hanging, bows and arrows and weapons are placed on the left and right, there is no desk in the middle, the floor is covered with blankets, and a stove is hung. Under the fire, the goat milk boiled in the iron pot.

"Please!"

A Hun soldier showed a ferocious smile, opened the door curtain, and gave a low drink.

Mu Jing smiled, and was not intimidated, and he still had something to deal with, so he stepped in directly.

"Who are you?"

Sitting on top of the camp tent was a burly man with a full beard, brass bell eyes, a square face, shoulder-length short hair and loose hair. He looked very fierce, with the aura of a tiger sitting cross-legged, ready to eat people.

"Nanyang Mujing!"

Mu Jing bowed his hands and reported his name.

"I've never heard of it!" Yu Fuluo said coldly, but there was a wave of shock in his heart.

Nanyang Mujing, could it be the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains, Mu Xiangguo who is in charge of the universe today alone, Mujing Mulongtu?

Yu Fuluo is not an ordinary Hun, he is the Shanyu of the Huns, even if he is down to this point, he is still a Shanyu of the Huns, with tens of thousands of troops in command, and he is willing to take refuge in the imperial court, and wants to rely on the power of the Han Dynasty. Support him to return to Beimo, so he is more or less concerned about the affairs of the court.

In the past two years, the most outstanding person in the court is definitely not Dong Zhuo, the lord of the Xiliang army who fought against him in the east of the river, but the rise of Mu Xiangguo in Nanyang. Although the name of Mu Xiangguo is just intuitive, he also understands it. In the Han Dynasty, what a status.

"It's just a nameless junior!"

Mu Jing said calmly: "It's only natural that Shan Yu doesn't know me!"

"Are you here for the Yellow Turban Army who was besieged by me?" Yu Fuluo asked coldly.

"Yes!"

Mu Jing nodded: "I want to ask Shan Yu to show his respect and let them go!"

"Why!"

The corner of Yu Fuluo's mouth raised a slight smile of Xiao Sha, the smile was cruel, as if it could make people smell the smell of blood.

"My lord Shanyu, there is a saying in our Central Plains, if you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose eight hundred!" Mu Jing looked calm, but his palms were already sweating. I can't explain why. The person in front of me is Shanyu the Xiongnu. The Xiongnu is a nomadic people in the northern desert. The representative nouns are wildness, arrogance, arrogance, unrestrained, barbarian wildness. To reason with this kind of person, Mujing is not confidence.

But he still came.

There is a saying in the market that big risks represent big benefits.

If you don't take risks, where will the big benefits come from?

"Although the Xiongnu warriors have surrounded Qingping Mountain, if we fight hard to break through and fight under this cold world, I am afraid that the Xiongnu warriors will lose a lot!"

Mu Jing'an resisted the fear in his heart, and continued: "This is a war in which both losers, why bother to be persistent!"

"Cowardly Han people, you are only afraid of death, why should we, Hun warriors, be afraid of life and death!"

A rampant voice sounded: "In less than three days, I will be able to attack the mountain and kill all of you with blood flowing into rivers. How come you will be hurt in a row!"

"Who is this?"

Mu Jing's heart sank, and he glanced at the young Huns who walked in.

"My brother, Luan Tihu Chuquan!"

Yu Fuluo introduced calmly.

This Xiongnu Shanyu who has a deep cultural heritage of the Han people is actually not the arrogant person in Mu Jing's heart. He understands what Mu Jing said, and he also knows that if the fight continues like this, both sides will suffer.

Since he knew Mujing's identity, he had a plan.

But he has to be patient.

This is a negotiation.

He couldn't defeat the prestige of the Huns, and he couldn't let the Huns' intuitive impression drop. Hu Chuquan's shot was the best pressure.

"The future Xiongnu Shanyu?" Hearing the words, Mu Jing raised his eyes slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "He is the Xiongnu Shanyu who is called the last afterglow of the Huns, is it interesting?"

In history, Yu Fuluo seems to have died within a few years.

And Yu Fuluo's younger brother, Hu Chuquan succeeded Shan Yu, led the warriors back to northern Xinjiang, and unified all the tribes of the Huns. In the following years, he fought several battles with Cao Cao, and then joined forces with Cao Cao to fight against Xianbei.

It's a pity that such a generation of heroes couldn't compete with Cao Cao's heart, and was detained by Cao Cao in Yecheng. The entire Southern Huns have since declined and become soldiers under Cao Cao's control.

"The warrior is right!"

Mu Jing didn't care what he said, with the same smile, and said: "It's just that after you kill them, kill them without leaving a piece of armor, and the blood will flow across the river, and then lead the army south, arousing the last bloodiness of Baibo Huangjin, and You are fighting to the end, what is the geographical advantage of Baibo Valley? Even if it is not your opponent, it is not a problem to keep it for a few months, but I don’t know how long you can last. The warriors prefer that the Xiliang Army can take pity on you and give you some food for the winter!"

"What do you mean?" Yu Fuluo's pupils burst into a cold light.

"Could it be that Lord Shanyu sent troops to join forces with the Xiliang Army to attack Baibo Yellow Turban just for fun, or for... food!" Mu Jing's face became cold, and a playful smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, and he said sarcastically.

"food!"

These two words can affect all the moods in Fuluo.

Since he entered the Central Plains, every battle he has fought and every city he has conquered has been based on food.

The Huns were not good at farming.

Even if they got the territory, they still had no food.

Only send troops to grab it!

(End of this chapter)