Molested Zulong at the beginning

But before she could finish speaking, the sound of shouting and killing came from all over the sky.

The surrounding valleys were full of Xia troops who had already ambushed, and the only escape route left for them was a narrow mountain pass.

Some panicked Hun soldiers began to direct and flee towards the narrow mountain pass.

Seeing all this, Mao Dun closed his eyes in grief.

Because she knew that the Huns were finished.

If Xia Jun really pushed the Xiongnu to a dead end and didn't give them a chance, then there is hope of rushing out.

But once there is a chance of survival, it means that there is no chance.

She has fought against Meng Tian more than once, and she knows that in the Central Plains Art of War, it is called encircling three missing one.

The purpose was to prevent the Xiongnu from fighting desperately against the Xia army, causing huge casualties, and deliberately blocked three directions, leaving the only narrow way of life.

It looks benevolent, but in fact it is like Ling Chi.

Once this person has the hope of life, he no longer has the courage to face death as home.

Even if you know that life and death are elusive, you will still have a little luck in your heart, and you will not stop to look at the tragic death of your companion, and the only thing you can see with your eyes is the way of life.

In this way, the Xia army only needs to deploy a few thousand crossbowmen at the pass and a few thousand cavalry behind, and they can easily defeat the [-] Huns' army.

The next scene was exactly as she had expected.

Those panicked tribal warriors kept commanding one by one, and rushed towards the narrow mountain pass in a hurry, blocking, trampling, hacking and killing their companions, coupled with the crossbow arrows falling from time to time, and the cavalry chasing from behind.

Of these one hundred people, it would be difficult for ten of them to escape.

"It's over, it's over, it's over..."

"God bless Da Xia, but not the Xiongnu!"

All the generals of the Huns felt a burst of grief and anger in their hearts at this time.

Clearly, a great victory is in sight, the enemy's coach Meng Tian can be captured, the shame can be washed away, and the lost grassland can also be regained.

It should have been a great joy for two joys to come together, but why did it become like this?

The northwest wind has been blowing for more than half a month, why did it suddenly change today?

Could it be, is it really God Blessing Daxia?

This hidden destiny made many Huns who believed in the theory of gods and ghosts feel a burst of despair in their hearts.

Only Shanyu Maodun could understand that she was staring at Xia Jun's camp, her clenched fists trembling.

What kind of providence is this? It is clearly a scheme set up by Meng Tian.

This Dongfeng was not unexpected at all, but was in their calculations from the beginning to the end.

But how is this possible, Meng Tian is from the Central Plains, and it is the first time she has penetrated into the hinterland of Mobei, how could she know more about the climate change here than herself, a local?

Mao Dun raised his head and looked at the sky blankly: "Why do I lose again and again? Could it be that the people from the Central Plains are my nemesis? The wolf god of my grassland will eventually be shrouded in the shadow of that mysterious bird..."

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After realizing it, he could no longer compete with Da Xia.

She pulled out the golden knife at her waist that symbolized Shan Yu's identity. In order to prevent it from falling into Meng Tian's hands, she wanted to kill herself, but she was really about to die, and her heart was full of unwillingness.

After all, even death has to be understood.

She wanted to know who was helping Meng Tian.

Is it a local herdsman, or a traitor to the Huns?

The fire spread, and the Xiongnu army fell into chaos.

Under Meng Tian's command, the Xia army, who had been in ambush for a long time, flanked back and forth, crying and shouting everywhere. In the light of the fire, the coalition forces of the Xiongnu and Donghu were defeated irreversibly.

As the flags of Goshawk and Golden Wolf fell and were crushed by horseshoes, the era of Huns and Donghu came to an end.

The situation in Mobei has been settled.

Chapter 330 Meeting the Wolf King

As the sun set, it looked extraordinarily desolate.

Above the battlefield, a gray-winged goshawk hovered and uttered a cry, which was particularly ear-piercing among the piles of corpses and blood-soaked ruins.

On a scorched battlefield, a female general in a black skirt got off her horse, took off her helmet, and shook her head slightly.

The braids on the temples fell down and scattered into strands, and the long black hair fluttered in the wind, which made her feel refreshed.

The armies of the Xiongnu and Donghu have been completely defeated. After the encirclement and suppression, there is no one left in ten of the defeated army, and there is no need to worry about it anymore.

Soon, this vast Mobei grassland will also fall into the hands of the Central Plains.

I believe that in order to manage this vast territory, Xianyang should be here alone and build a new Protectorate.

The fruits of victory are like sweet spring water, bringing smiles to the faces of all Xia Jun on the battlefield.

After all, the struggle between the Central Plains and the grasslands has been going on for thousands of years.

Whether it is Yin Shang, the better, or the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Even those famous generals, Lian Po, Li Mu and others who were shining for a while, were just repelling the Xiongnu's southward movement and protecting the frontier from being invaded.

Now under her leadership, Xia Jun went deep into the hinterland of the grassland for the first time, and set foot on the sacred mountain of the Huns, Wolf Juxu Mountain.

Relying on the cavalry to defeat the opponent head-on, bringing the entire grassland under the rule of the Central Plains, this kind of military exploits is unparalleled throughout the ages.

When the time comes to return to Xianyang, not only will she be promoted to a noble rank, but her name, Meng Tian, ​​will also be recorded in the history books, and will be worshiped by countless generals in future generations.

Although the achievements are already so dazzling, there is not much joy on Meng Tian's face, his slender black eyebrows are slightly frowned, and a pair of beautiful eyes swept across the battlefield, as if looking for some figure.

In so many years of guarding the border, she had fought against the Xiongnu Chanyu Modu too many times.

Meng Tian knew very well in his heart that this is a generation of heroes among the Xiongnu, and the greatest respect for the enemy is a complete opportunity to spare no effort.

Raising tigers is a problem, and raising pigs to eat meat is also a problem.

A fierce tiger like Mao Dun must not give her a chance to breathe. Once she is allowed to lead the remnant soldiers and flee all the way along the Western Regions.

With her personality, after three to five years of cultivation, she might gather a considerable force in the local area.

After all, fierce people killed from monster houses like the grasslands and the Central Plains, once they go out, they are almost all dimension reduction blows.

Fortunately, Modu's luck seems to have run out.

I saw a group of pawns in the distance, pressing a somewhat embarrassed figure walking over.

The woman in the tall Hu skirt, with an exotic face, had a piece of turquoise food tied on her fair forehead, a tight girdle that outlined a slender willow waist, and a golden knife pinned to it.

Although her hair was a little messy, she had the aura of a king, like a wolf king who is not angry but mighty.

The soldiers escorting around clearly held spears and crossbows in their hands, but when they faced the woman's cold eyes, they still felt chills on their backs, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

"Have you finally been caught..."

At this time, a crisp female voice came from a distance.

All the soldiers looked back and saw a heroic female general walking towards him with a helmet in one hand, and they all bowed their hands and said: "I have seen the general."

"Meng Tian!!!"

Mao Dun looked at the mortal enemy in front of him, couldn't help clenching his teeth, and clenched his fists for a while, but because the surrounding bows and crossbows were facing her, he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Meng Tian glanced at her with great interest, and immediately asked the soldiers beside him, "How did you catch her?"

"Reporting to the general, we found her by a river."

The soldier hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by Mao Dun, who snorted coldly: "It's not that you caught me, but I gave up and left. After all, the grassland has fallen into the hands of the Central Plains since then, and I have nothing to do with you anymore." The capital you are fighting for..."

Hearing this, Meng Tian didn't have many surprises in his heart.

After all, the Western Regions have always been under the control of the Central Plains, with little contact with the grasslands, and news is almost cut off.

At the moment, Mao Dun still doesn't know that there is a wider world at the end of the corridor of the Western Regions.

It can let the prairie warriors run freely.

In her eyes, the world is so big that there are four parts, the grasslands in the north, the Western Regions in the west, Daxia in the south, and Liaodong in the east.

Now that almost all the world has fallen into the hands of Daxia, what else is there to play, let's vote.

Under her despair, her will naturally became depressed.

Meng Tian looked at the eyes that seemed to have become lifeless, and couldn't help laughing: "The victory in this battle is not due to me alone. The one who really wins you is someone else."

"I knew something was wrong..."

Mao Dun suddenly raised his head, staring at Meng Tian with a pair of beautiful eyes: "Why do you, a foreigner, know so much about the local astronomy and geography, and even design a way to turn around our two armies?" Rise and fall, the fate of the country."

A smile appeared on Meng Tian's fair and pretty face: "This person is the number one strange person in my Central Plains. If you want to see him, I will take you there."

"Okay, I want to see who the one who beat me is."

Mao Dun clenched her fists for a while, as the saying goes, nothing outweighs her thoughts, since she realized that the Huns could no longer compete with the Central Plains, she was ready to die.

She is not even afraid of death, so naturally she is not worried about Meng Tian's tricks.

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Xia Jun camp.

Meng Tian held the helmet with one hand and walked into the big tent.

At this time, there was no one in the big tent except Bai Su.

The display in the big tent is very simple, there are few things on the table except for some maps, books, and some incense to prevent poisonous insects from approaching.

It is really difficult to see that this is actually the living place of Daliang Zao today.

In the big tent, Bai Su was wearing a coat on his shoulders, holding an oil lamp, looking at something on a yellowed sheepskin roll on the table, when he heard footsteps.

He raised his head, watched Meng Tian walk in, and said with a smile: "The general is back, how is the battle going?"

Meng Tian's fair and pretty face also showed a rare smile: "At this time, the main force of the Xiongnu and Donghu has almost been completely defeated by us. From then on, there is no resistance in the whole Mobei, and even Liaodong."

"It is only a matter of time before it is taken down. At that time, we only need to rely on prestige to gather the local tribes, large and small, to surrender to the Central Plains, and to be under the unified jurisdiction of Xianyang."

Bai Su nodded: "That's very good."

Meng Tian glanced curiously at the map on Bai Su's desk: "My lord, are you preparing for the establishment of the Protectorate's Mansion?"

Bai Su looked stunned for a moment, and didn't hide too much, nodded and said: "That's right, this grassland is so vast, it can't be managed by one Beiting Protectorate alone, in order to stabilize the whole situation, it needs to be divided into three area."

Meng Tian couldn't help asking, "Why three?"

Bai Su smiled and said, "Because these three places will affect the prosperity and decline of the Central Plains and grasslands."

"For example, the first place is Hetao, which is a strategic point on the border between the grassland and the Central Plains. Whoever occupies the Hetao will have the dominance."

"Hetao fell into the hands of the grasslands, and the Central Plains was trapped in the south. Every day, I was worried that the grasslands would go south, and the Great Wall needed to be built for defense. Otherwise, it would be too late to protect the border by dispatching troops from the Central Plains."

"When Hetao falls into the hands of the Central Plains, the Central Plains can establish a frontier here. If the grasslands cannot conquer the Hetao, they cannot threaten the Central Plains, and the Central Plains can go north at any time."

"At the beginning, the State of Zhao relied on the advantages of Hetao to defeat the Xiongnu in one fell swoop, and expanded its territory by more than thousands of miles."

Meng Tian rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and found that this is really the truth.

When His Majesty swept the Six Kingdoms, the Xiongnu took advantage of Zhao's weakness and took advantage of the opportunity to occupy the land of Hetao, which once posed a lot of threats to the Central Plains. If His Majesty hadn't sent her to chase the Huns north in time and build the Great Wall.

Once the Xiongnu waited for several decades to cultivate and live, they might become a behemoth that could not breathe and suppress the Central Plains.

Bai Su continued: "This second location is in Liaodong. Even though this place is not very eye-catching at present, this Daxing'an Mountains has been a good place for fishing and hunting since ancient times. Many powerful forces were born here."

"If the Central Plains doesn't control it, sooner or later, when the internal strife in the Central Plains weakens the national power, the fishing and hunting tribes here will take advantage of the situation and rise up, and even go south to occupy the Central Plains."

"Therefore, we need to establish a Liaodong Protectorate here to govern."

Of course, it wasn't that he was aimless.

In the early days, there were Quanrong and Donghu, and later there were Xianbei, Rouran, and Jinren, all of which rose from here.

If the Central Plains takes them under its command, and turns them into their own flesh and blood by changing customs, learning Chinese characters, wearing Chinese clothes, and speaking Chinese, then they will become one of the countless powerful armies in the Central Plains.

Just like, Xia Jun annexed Yiqu country and obtained a lot of horse training and horse breeding technology.

Zhao State annexed Zhongshan State and obtained cavalry combat technology.