Back to Daqin to be Emperor

Chapter 278
Seeing Mao Dun drop these words and gallop forward, Ba Xiulie's eyes showed joy.

Naturally, he knew that this was a sign that Mouton had accepted his service. As for Mouton asking him not to speak for him and to wait patiently for his orders, although Ba Xiulie didn't understand what he meant, he knew that Mouton's reason Doing so must have deep meaning.

Ba Xiulie looked at Mao Dun's confident look on the horse, knowing that Mao Dun already understood how to face this choice after returning to the royal court.

Thinking of the young master Fusu whom he met in Daqin, he was equally handsome and heroic, and the Xiongnu tribe was about to give birth to a great Shanyu.

In the future, between the Xiongnu and the Great Qin, it is still unknown who will die, but at least the Xiongnu already has the hope of being strong and has unlimited possibilities.

Ba Xiulie is also looking forward to what kind of words Modu will say in the royal court this time.

He believed that before that, Mao Dun already knew his intention of coming, but without the slightest hesitation, he directly assembled his subordinate Wanqi and marched towards the court of the Huns.

This shows that before that, Mao Dun had already made a decision in his heart, so he acted so confidently.

Comparing it with Mo Dun, Ba Xiulie found that Touman was not a star and a half behind.

As Touman's son, Modu is much more courageous and talented than Touman's father, and his eyes are always shining with confidence and wisdom.

This should be the Shan Yu of the Huns. Only such an outstanding person can lead the Huns out of the predicament and become strong, and can win the Huns rich pastures, endless wealth, and countless women.

Today, Ba Xiulie felt that his choice was extremely correct, following the strong and finding a good master, in the grassland, was a matter more important than life and death.

The big flag painted with the tiger logo, representing the Wanqi of Zuo Xianwang, came to the court of the Huns at a fast speed all the way.

In the grasslands, animal skins are very precious items, and cloth is even more precious.

Therefore, only the tribe can own the big flag, and it has the supreme symbolic meaning. The pattern painted on it is often the totem of the tribe.

At this time, what the Xiongnu advocated was primitive shamanism, which believed that all things had spirits, even a stone or a blade of grass, if something miraculous happened, it would be regarded as a god and then worshiped by the herdsmen of the tribe.

Therefore, totems are also diverse and varied.

Even, for the strong, even the enemy, the Huns will also worship.

For example, Wei Qinghuo Qubing and Wei Qinghuo Qubing were enshrined as gods by countless Huns in the Imperial Shuangbi of the Han Dynasty, who believed that Wei Qinghuo Qubing was sent by the gods to punish them.

Therefore, we worship day and night, praying for forgiveness.

After Huo Qubing passed away, for a long period of time, every time the Xiongnu held a meeting and performed sacrificial ceremonies, the first thing was to pray to the gods, so that no one like Huo Qubing would appear in the Han Dynasty.

The fear of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing can be said to have been engraved in his bones.

At this time, the Huns enshrined Li Mu and Meng Tian.In the hands of Li Mu, the Xiongnu experienced a big defeat and lost more than [-] knights. Therefore, it will be difficult to compete with Donghu and Da Yuezhi in the future.

And Meng Tian led 30 troops to attack the Huns in the north, which once again awakened the fear deep in the hearts of the Huns.This time, Daqin's powerful bow and crossbow became a lingering nightmare for the Huns.

Whenever he thinks of the scalp-numbing, rain of arrows that cover the sky and the sun, and there is no time to hide, the Huns feel trembling in their hearts.

None of the Huns dared to go to the edge of the Great Wall to graze, let alone shoot an arrow at the Qin army, for fear of provoking even more terrible revenge from the Qin army.

And Baxiulie knew that the ten thousand cavalry under the command of Mao Dun would no longer be afraid of anyone or anything, because no matter who they were, they would not be more brutal or frightening than Mao Dun.

As long as Mao Dun shoots the sounding arrow in his hand, no matter where it shoots, Wanqi's arrow will also shoot there, without any hesitation.

Once, this loud arrow shot at Maodun's own beloved horse, and someone who didn't shoot the arrow in his hand was killed by Maodun mercilessly.

Later, this loud arrow shot at Maodun's own beloved wife. Some people hesitated, but Maodun killed him mercilessly.

Therefore, there were only more than 1 people left in the original Wanqi of more than 6000 people. Under the governance of Maodun, the only thing the soldiers had to do was to obey the orders of Maodun.

Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, as long as you give an order, you must resolutely crash into it.

In the court of the Huns, Mao Dun walked in and saw that there were already more than 20 people standing there in the big tent. These people were all nobles among the Huns, or leaders of some big tribes.

Among them, many of them hold a Wanqi in their hands. Among the entire Xiongnu, only the Huns Headquarters is the most special, with four Wanqi in their hands.

Therefore, they can stand in the big tent to discuss things, they can make their own requests to Shan Yu, and it is even possible to blame Shan Yu back then.

Everything comes from strength.

Mao Dun looked at the slightly elderly man in the middle, knelt on the ground and said: "Mo Dun sees Zhili Gutu..."

"Okay!" Touman looked at the son kneeling on the ground, not very happy in his heart, but still said: "Modun, get up."

Seeing Maodun becoming more and more heroic, Touman sighed in his heart. Even if he tried to restrain him in many ways, he couldn't hide his brilliance. Seeing Maodun, as a Shanyu, Touman even felt a sense of shame.

"Modun, I called you this time, and you know why you came here." Touman returned to his seat, and said calmly, "Do you think that our Xiongnu tribe should go south this summer and autumn?"

Mao Dun stood up, glanced at the people in the big tent, and said, "I think we must go south this year."

"Last winter, many tribes were affected by disasters. If we can no longer obtain enough supplies for the tribe, then we will all freeze to death and starve to death this winter. Even if we can survive, our Xiongnu tribe will be greatly reduced in strength."

"By that time, won't we, the Huns, be slaughtered? We will be reduced to a tribe that everyone can bully?"

After speaking, many people in the big tent nodded their heads. Indeed, this was the reason why many people in the big tent asked for a fight.

In the big tent, many people looked at Maodun with joy in their eyes.

King Zuo Tuqi hadn't participated in such a meeting for a long time, and when he came back this time, he expressed the feelings of everyone, how could it not make people happy?

(End of this chapter)