The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 880: Each Has His Own Motives [Please Subscribe*Please Pass the Monthly Ticket]

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Maodun had already anticipated that they would be ridiculed and humiliated if they came to seek refuge with the King of Donghu.

If you are not willing to humble yourself, then what is the point of relying on others?

To surrender, one must have the awareness of being a surrenderer.

Was Prime Minister Donghu really asking about the combat effectiveness of the Mingdi Guards and the Chiyan Cavalry?

No, it was just a trick to take advantage of the opportunity to force Maodun to bow his head and force the Huns to submit.

"We, the Xiongnu, voluntarily submit to the court of the Donghu king. We only hope that the Great Chanyu will give us a bite of hot food for the sake of being the people of the grassland wolf god."

Maodun did not look at the Prime Minister of Donghu. He looked at the King of Donghu with firm eyes. His voice was sonorous and powerful, and he spoke with gritted teeth. However, his legs were bent heavily, and he knelt in front of the King of Donghu. His back also bent, and he knelt in front of the King of Donghu with his palms facing up.

The moment he knelt down, everyone saw that the divine light and the radiance in Maodun's eyes had disappeared.

The King of Donghu and the Prime Minister of Donghu looked at each other. They had seen this kind of dim look many times before, sometimes in the Donghu royal court, but more often in the Beiye royal city.

They could also understand Maodun. Perhaps Maodun was once so high-spirited and ambitious. Although he had a rough life, he always had great ambitions.

Unfortunately, time and suffering can erase all ambitions.

Although it is not easy to survive on the grassland, it is still easier than in the forest and snow.

The Xiongnu were driven by Bingzhou into the forests and snowy plains where they lived for several years.

If they remembered correctly, when Maodun fled into the forest and snow, he still had more than 10,000 people under his command, and more than 3,000 Mingdi Guards.

Now look at it, Maodun is surrounded by only skinny soldiers and skinny horses.

What about the other people?
On the grassland, survival of the fittest prevails, the strong live and the weak die.

"Why would my dear nephew Maodun be like this?" The King of Donghu waited for a long time, and then, as if he had just heard or seen it, he trotted to Maodun and helped him up.

"It's not easy for Maodun Chanyu to survive under the protection of my Donghu!" The Prime Minister of Donghu sighed and pretended to be sad.

"Over the years, Bingzhou has been bullying the weak and constantly eroding the living space of my people in the grassland, forcing my people to join their country in humiliation and become their cattle and horses. I, the Donghu, can only be angry but not say anything.

Tolerate and give in step by step.

But even so, Bingzhou still refused to let us go.

Now they have sent out hundreds of thousands of troops to conquer and massacre people along the way.

We want to resist, but we are afraid that this will anger Bingzhou and cause innocent people under our command to die tragically..."

Maodun listened to the words of the Donghu Prime Minister and was secretly upset. Was it really because Bingzhou forced Donghu to keep its people, or because those tribes went there voluntarily? Were they really worried about the people if they didn't dare to resist?

However, Maodun pretended to share a common hatred for the enemy and cursed Bingzhou's cruelty and Yan Yan's tyranny.

"Don't worry, my dear nephew Maodun. As long as this great Chanyu has something to eat, I will never mistreat the descendants of my Supreme Heaven." The King of Donghu also pretended to be sincere and grabbed Maodun's hand and said.

"Thank you, Great Chanyu!" Maodun said gratefully with tears in his eyes.

"Come, take Maodun Chanyu and his warriors to rest. Give them hot soup and hot food, plenty of wine and meat." The King of Donghu waved his hand and ordered someone to take Maodun away.

"Modun thanks the Great Chanyu!" Maodun expressed his gratitude again.

It was not until Maodun had been gone for a long time that peace was restored in the king's tent.

"Does the Chanyu really trust Maodun?" The Donghu Prime Minister's smiling face turned serious. "Tsk~" The Donghu King's smile also disappeared, replaced by a cold face, and sneered, "This kid Maodun, the high priest once gave him a fortune, only four words, wolfish ambition!"

"If Maodun really wanted to surrender, he would have surrendered long ago. He would not have chosen today, and he would not have chosen me, the Donghu!"

“Then why did the Great Chanyu…” Prime Minister Donghu frowned.

"They are just a bunch of wolf cubs rushing to die!" sneered the King of Donghu.

"Give them the best food, the best weapons and equipment, and send them to the front line."

The Prime Minister of Donghu understood that this meant that Maodun and the soldiers under his command were to serve as a death squad and fight to the death with the Red Flame Cavalry.

"Although Maodun has failed time and again, it is undeniable that he has considerable abilities. Perhaps he can really fight against Han Xin, the vanguard general of Bingzhou, and the Red Flame Cavalry." The King of Donghu looked to the west and sighed.

He didn't care what plans and ambitions Maodun had. As long as Maodun could repel the Red Flame Cavalry, he didn't mind giving Maodun some real power and manpower of the Donghu.

Of course, if Maodun couldn't do it, it would have no impact on the Donghu.

The situation has already deteriorated to such an extent, how much worse can it get?

"Chanyu, is the Great Chanyu of Donghu really willing to take us in?" Everyone in Maodun's headquarters was a little surprised when they saw the new armor, war horses, and herds of cattle, sheep, and food sent by the King of Donghu.

"In the Central Plains of China, even a death row prisoner will be given the best meal he has ever eaten before his death." Maodun no longer bowed his head and fawned like before. His eyes were firm and he mocked coldly.

The Mingdi Guard soldiers who were biting the lamb legs stopped and looked at Maodun in astonishment.

They were not fools and could not understand what Maodun meant.

Does this mean that this meal is a farewell meal given to them by Donghu?
"Don't think too much. If the Donghu Chanyu dares to give it, we dare to eat it." Maodun smiled, grabbed a half-roasted sheep heart, and ate it directly with both hands.

Seeing their Chanyu's confidence, the Mingdi Guards also relaxed and continued to feast on the delicious food in front of them.

Along the way, they have lost too many relatives and friends. They are like homeless souls on the grassland, lone wolves driven out by the wolf pack.

They have lost all hope and ideas. They will do anything to survive and live day by day. They have truly evolved into beasts like lone wolves.

It is no longer appropriate to call them the Hun tribe. Perhaps they should now be called ghosts on the grassland, horse bandits.

As long as they can stay alive, they can do anything.

But they will not have any gratitude or humanity.

How could Maodun not see that the Donghu wanted to use them?

But he doesn't care. Isn't he taking advantage of the Donghu?

How could he fight against Bingzhou on his own?

Perhaps he could have joined the Donghu a long time ago and joined them in resisting Bingzhou.

However, the Donghu at that time had not been forced into a desperate situation by Bingzhou. If he came to surrender, he would probably be twisted off his head by the Donghu and handed over to the Beiye Royal City in exchange for more breathing space.

Therefore, Maodun waited until today, until the Donghu had reached the end of their rope and Bingzhou no longer gave the Donghu any way out.

Only in this way will the Donghu have the determination to fight to the death and give it a try.

(End of this chapter)