Qin Gong

Chapter 735: The trace of regret in Touman Chanyu's heart
The wolf lives in Xu Mountain.

When Touman Chanyu led more than 10,000 Xiongnu men all the way to the foot of Langjuxu Mountain, the scene that came into view was so difficult to accept even though they had been prepared for it.

They're all dead bodies!
The entire mound and plain, regardless of gender, age or status, all without exception, were beheaded and their corpses were scattered throughout the camp.

At this moment, it seemed that even the wind blowing by smelled of blood.

"Qin people!"

Touman Chanyu was riding on a war horse. When he saw this scene, his eyes were filled with hatred, but a trace of despair quietly emerged.

Without Xiongnu women, would the Xiongnu have a chance to recover? Touman Chanyu could already imagine how great the conflicts would be among a tribe without women, and how many people would leave after countless fights.

later!
No more Huns!
There was despair in Touman Chanyu's eyes. Even if all the Qin people heading north were killed, this fact could not be changed.

First it was the camp in the south, and now it is at the foot of this holy mountain. Two consecutive massacres have cut off all the chances of the Huns to continue their offspring.

Amid the sound of horse hooves, there were wails of pain.

Touman Chanyu looked at dozens of Hun men running hurriedly and frantically towards the camp, each looking for his own relatives among the corpses scattered on the ground.

At this moment, Touman Chanyu looked around, at the groups of Hun warriors beside him, and at the grasslands and mountains that came into view.

Touman Chanyu couldn't help but think, if all this hadn't happened...how great it would be!
Sheep herding on the grassland, women and children chatting and laughing, couples raising children, and Xiongnu men riding horses and hunting with bows...

As scenes and images that once appeared in my mind emerged one after another, and I was in the tent, enjoying the love of all the tribesmen...

For some reason, at this moment, Touman Chanyu's eyes were red, and his heart was longing to return to the way it was before.

However, everything around him was so cruel that Touman Chanyu realized clearly that those times could never be returned.

For a moment, Touman Chanyu couldn't help but think of Murto's words.

"I shouldn't have provoked that person in the first place!"

Regret?
Touman Chanyu regretted it! He regretted it more than anyone else!

However, no matter how much regret there is, it cannot change the fact that the entire tribe has been slaughtered, nor can it change the fact that everything has been lost.

"Follow the footsteps of the Qin people!"

Touman Chanyu's dry lips moved, his eyes turned red, and he gave orders to the other Huns.

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Donghu.

As a place north of Yan State and bordering the Xiongnu, the Donghu people are slightly different from other nomadic tribes. On the one hand, they live a nomadic life, just like the Xiongnu and Sushen people. On the other hand, they look down on nomadic tribes such as the Xiongnu and Sushen. If it is said that this is due to the exchanges with the Central Plains, the Donghu people, from the bottom of their hearts, consider themselves nobler than the people of the Central Plains.

This is why the Donghu were disliked by all their neighbors.

At that time, the Linhu were defeated by King Wuling of Zhao. Faced with the vast grassland of Linhu, the Donghu people became greedy and wanted to rob. As a result, they were beaten up by King Wuling of Zhao, who was then equipped with Hu clothing and horse riding and archery. Afterwards, when they had dealings with the State of Yan, the Donghu people liked to rob the property of Yan merchants and abduct Yan women. Finally, Qin Kai, the general of Yan, found an opportunity to beat them up.

Qin Kai is Qin Wuyang’s grandfather. He was also a famous general in the State of Yan!
If Qin Wuyang had followed Jing Ke and succeeded in assassinating Ying Zheng, then based on the deeds of this grandfather and grandson, it is likely that they would be passed down for hundreds of years or even longer, and their descendants would be respected.

However, Qin Wuyang happened to be raised as a playboy among a wealthy aristocratic family. What's more coincidental is that in order to please Qin Kai, the scholars and officials of Yan State would praise Qin Wuyang even if he killed someone.

In the end, Qin Wuyang's exaggerated reputation not only affected Yan Dan and Jing Ke, but also caused Qin to send troops to attack Yan in advance. From this point of view, Qin Kai was more or less a factor in the quick demise of Yan.

now.

As the night gradually fell, Bai Yan looked at the Qin Sword in his hand, and stroked the words "Bai Yan" on the sword with his fingers.

Bai Yan did not bring Zhanlu with him. When going to a foreign land, accidents could happen at any time. Zhanlu is a famous sword in the Central Plains since ancient times. The meaning behind the sword is extraordinary. It is much better to keep it in the Central Plains than to bring it to Mobei.

However, what Bai Yan did not expect was that the sword, which he had not used for many years, would one day return to his hands again.

"Daliangzao! What Daliangzao said before was indeed correct. The Xiongnu have been chasing us all the way and have already reached the lower reaches of this river!"

Ji Heng came to Bai Yan from a distance with a soldier and said to Bai Yan excitedly.

Qin Sui, who was standing by, was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Bai Yan.

Everything was within Bai Yan's expectations, including when the Huns would arrive, how fast they would arrive, and where they would choose to rest when night fell. There was no deviation at all. It felt as if all the Huns were acting according to Bai Yan's orders. Sometimes Qin Sui couldn't help shuddering when he thought of this. Being seen through on the battlefield was sometimes more terrifying than death.

"After we cross the river, the Xiongnu will definitely send people to continue tracking our footprints. Once they find us, we will go around to the upper reaches. It will take three hours to go back and forth, which is more than enough!"

Bai Yan looked at Qin Sui.

"The Xiongnu travel all day long. At night, they will rest by the river, let their horses drink water, and prepare food! Tell the soldiers that when they charge at the Xiongnu, they must first disturb their horses and cause chaos. The Xiongnu without horses will be at the mercy of others!"

Bai Yan instructed that all the routes along the way to here were carefully selected. Not only would it give the Huns the illusion that the Qin people were in a panic and lost, but it was also to reassure the Huns.

Because the Huns had secretly investigated this road, very few people knew about it.

After obtaining Maodun's memories, Bai Yan not only knew many secrets of the Huns, but also knew the habits of the Huns, the personality traits of Chanyu Tuoman, and their decision-making habits.

Maodun was definitely not a mediocre person. On the contrary, he was the most powerful genius of the Huns in thousands of years. His innate talent and precocious temperament made Maodun far superior to his father Touman.

Perhaps Touman Chanyu still doesn't know today that his son Maodun, who even he was afraid of, already had his own way to deal with the Donghu.

"promise!"

Qin Sui nodded, bowed to Bai Yan, then turned around and gave instructions.

Bai Yan watched Qin Sui leave. Under the gazes of Ji Heng and other soldiers, he slowly put away his sword and looked towards the river.

Now in this northern land far away from the Central Plains, Bai Yan is neither the majestic King Wuling of Zhao, the heroic ruler of Zhao State in the past, nor is he Qin Kai, the great general of Yan State who was once held hostage in Donghu and later fled back to Yan State.

However, whether facing the Huns or the Donghu, Bai Yan has his own way.

After a while.

As Qin Sui came over to report, Bai Yan retracted his gaze, took the reins from the soldiers, jumped on the horse, and led all the Iron Eagle soldiers to rush downstream in a mighty manner.