I made Daqin a prosperous world

Chapter 53
The Yan clan of Touman Chanyu, and the Yan clan of Maodun Chanyu.

This is the fate of a woman under the tradition of the Huns, and Agulili chose to submit and obey.

But in the blink of an eye, she became the woman of this bloated and ugly Donghu King.

Looking at the wanton and mocking King Donghu, Agu's heart died, and he dispersed with the wind of the grassland.

"Mouton boy is so weak?"

King Donghu wantonly admired the Yan family of the Huns in front of him, frowning suspiciously.

Then he grabbed Yan's Agu's hair and asked, "Do you think so?"

Seeing Agu slumped on the soft couch like a lump of mud, there was a dead look in his eyes.

King Donghu suddenly felt that he had lost all interest, snorted coldly, then shook Agu's head to the side heavily, and left the king's tent.

Eating fat sheep and fine wine sent by the Huns, the Donghu tribe has celebrated for four or five days.

"Our buto, your lord, you are here."

Seeing Donghu King Butuo out of the king's tent, he thought he had already finished his work, so he quickly handed over the leg of lamb and said respectfully.

While eating the mutton leg, Butuo thought about it, and said, "Haji, what's happened to Maodun recently?"

"Back to your Majesty, according to reports from the spies, the Huns have singing and dancing parties from time to time, presumably it's the new Chanyu of Modun who just wants to enjoy himself."

When Haji said this, Donghu King Butuo's doubts disappeared, he couldn't help grinning and said: "What a coward, the Yan family is under my tent, and they still care about enjoying themselves and living in safety."

Haji quickly nodded and bowed his waist and said: "What the king said is that this Maodun is only a child after all, and he should be afraid of you, the king."

"Hahaha, every year since then, we have asked the Huns for women, and horses and fat sheep for our family," King Donghu couldn't help but smile, and said after drinking a big gulp of fine wine.

It is true that the Donghu king tribe danced and danced to promote peace, but the Huns' singing and dancing gatherings are just one word: performance.

Unexpectedly, the Huns' singing and dancing party was a strategy offered by the old man.

Hearing the scout's report, the old man couldn't help nodding his head. Fortunately, this pretentious trick worked, and he quickly said: "Dear Maodun Shanyu, this time King Donghu thinks you are weak and deceitful, so he doesn't take you seriously. It has been four or five days since singing and dancing.

Mao Dun Shanyu's eyes flashed brightly, and he said: "I think most of the soldiers in the Donghu tribe have become paralyzed!"

After finishing speaking, Mao Dun was already very excited.

The old man was startled at first, then his expression turned serious, and he said, "Now is the time for the Xiongnu wolf cavalry to attack."

Time is ticking!
Mao Dun nodded, and said loudly: "Can you hear me, generals?"

Seeing the two virtuous kings under his seat, the two generals nodded, Mo Dun couldn't help but stood up, and said: "Your virtuous king Zuo, take fifteen thousand horses and march across the Yinshan Mountain to raid the sheep pasture of King Donghu. The rest of them will follow me to attack King Donghu."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in Shan Yu's tent was gearing up and ready to show off.

You must know that in just a few days, Mao Dun's soldiers have already increased by more than ten thousand soldiers. It can be said that except for the old and weak, women and children, all of them are soldiers.

I saw all the people get on their horses, put belts on their waists, and move forward quietly through the night.

It was only when [-] cavalrymen approached the border under the leadership of Mao Dun that they said, "Hade, take someone to kill Donghu's scouts and set them on fire."

Harder nodded. As the new first warrior of the Huns, it was easy to kill a few scouts.

Maodun's specially made loud arrow shot into the night, making a crisp sound.

The horror of the Huns has been fully exposed. Even in such a dark night, the bows and arrows of the Huns can hit a hundred shots.

Although the old man's buttocks hurt from riding a horse, his spine felt chills at the moment, and he could only feel shocked.

Several Donghu spies heard a sound and fell to the ground.

"Warriors of the Huns, charge with me!"

Woo~ a little bit...

As soon as Mao Dun finished speaking, a strange howling sound came from the army, like a pack of wolves attacking, which can be described as extremely strange.

Perhaps this is the origin of the Xiongnu wolf cavalry. The strange sound waves spread far and wide, and they must hit people's hearts directly, making people timid before fighting.

To put it lightly, the Xiongnu wolf cavalry marched three hundred miles all the way, without seeing the slightest resistance.

Until he saw a large bonfire, and here Donghu King was sleepy and heard a howl of wolves, and couldn't help shivering, without any alcohol.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack! Idiot, get up and fight against the enemy," Donghu Wang Boutuo panicked and shouted, kicking Ha Ji's ass.

Haji twisted his body a few times, but he still snored.

During this time, Mao Dun led the Xiongnu wolf cavalry to rush into a hundred miles, and now some people from the Donghu tribe got up in pieces, and they were as surprised as the Donghu king.

Then the trumpet of the enemy's attack came out...

When the Xiongnu wolves were overwhelming and approaching in a dense mass, King Donghu was fully dressed and got on his horse to escape.

But seeing that the enemy was approaching, and where could he escape, he could only desperately shout: "Warriors of Donghu, take the sharp arrows in your hands, and kill those stupid slaves for me."

On the one hand, the army was neatly riding and attacking, and on the other hand, it was rushing to meet the battle. King Donghu had a 4 army, [-] of which were stationed in the sheep fields, while only [-] of the [-] soldiers around him formed a combat force.

But in the face of the sudden attack of Mao Dun's army, it was nothing more than a mantis arm blocking the car, and the situation on the battlefield could be described as one-sided.

The moment he saw King Donghu clearly, Mao Dun's expression was ferocious, and he drew out his scimitar and galloped towards him.

"The old thief will die!"

King Donghu was already terrified, and heard that the person was Maodun Shanyu, only had time to be surprised, and his big head fell to the ground in a blink of an eye.

The head with its mouth and eyes opened rolled a few more times before it stopped.

Mao Dun's hands trembled, and he could vaguely see the expression on his face change several times through the light of the fire, so he exhaled and said: "The order is passed, King Donghu is dead, surrender and not kill."

That night, King Donghu was killed with one move, and the territory of the Donghu tribe belonged to the Xiongnu.

All property such as soldiers, women, cattle and sheep were brought back to the court of the Huns.

The old man looked at the bloody Mao Dun, his expression changed and he called out loudly: "Congratulations to Shan Yu for getting his revenge."

Maodun knew very well that the old man in front of him contributed a lot to killing King Donghu in one blow, so he grinned and said: "It's all due to the old sage's strategy that Maodun can kill the enemy with his own hands."

Before he finished speaking, Mao Dun Shanyu put his hands on the old man's shoulders, and said: "The old man refuses to reveal his name, and he doesn't even ask, but can I beg the old man to stay and be my Hun's national teacher? "

Hearing this, the old man was shocked. Could it be that Maodun wants to establish a country and live there?

But here the old man shook his head and said: "Respected Maodun Shanyu, the old man has lived in the Central Plains for generations, but he agreed before that he can only help you with the northern grasslands, so that Shanyu will not make it difficult for the old man... ..."

Mao Dun nodded, somewhat disappointed in his heart, and then a little melancholy.

really!
Or the talents from the Central Plains are better, which is unmatched by the tribal people.

At this moment, Mao Dun was full of ambitions, he had already looked at the tribes in the west, then shook his head, breathing the grassland songs, and walked slowly.

The sky is dark and the piano is melodious. For my beloved woman, dry up the wine.

The autumn grass is yellow, the river is long, when will Qin be king again...

(End of this chapter)