The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

After returning to the tent.

Meng Tian frowned and whispered, "Brother Yi, don't be anxious. Although the 80,000-strong army in the clouds is a powerful force, the slightest mistake will lead to all our efforts being wasted. Our priority now is to consolidate our foundation."

Meng Yi shook his head and said, "But, big brother, have you ever considered that if the Xianyang court reaches a consensus with the Xiongnu and uses the Hetao Plain as a bargaining chip to allow the Xiongnu to annihilate our northern army, then the 80,000 troops in Yunzhong and the Xiongnu army will form a pincer attack on Jiuyuan."

After hearing what Meng Yi said, Meng Tian's face grew serious. He knitted his brows tightly together and said slowly, "Brother Yi, this is collusion with a foreign tribe! How could this happen?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Meng Tian's voice.

Meng Yi said, "Brother, Hu Hai, Zhao Gao, Feng Quji, and others were able to usurp the throne and murder Your Majesty. What else would they not do? Furthermore, according to the news sent back by Ying Bu, many Xiongnu tribes have already submitted to Maodun's powerful army. I'm afraid it won't be long before the Xiongnu Great Khan, Touman, will abdicate."

At this time, the atmosphere in the tent became extremely tense.

Meng Tian had ruled the northern border for a long time, so he naturally knew that Maodun was ambitious and ruthless. If he unified the Xiongnu, he would definitely go south to invade the northern border.

Meng Tian paced back and forth, then stopped after a moment and said, "Brother Yi, no matter what, we must not sit still and wait for death."

Meng Yi stood aside, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He looked at Meng Tian and said softly, "Brother, we might as well send someone to secretly contact the commander of Yunzhong and try to get those 80,000 troops to our disposal. At the same time, send spies to closely monitor the Xianyang court and the Xiongnu's military situation."

Meng Tian stopped, turned around, looked at Meng Yi with a firm gaze, and nodded in approval, saying, "This is a very good plan."

Meng Tian then added, "However, Brother Yi, we still need to collect food and supplies, transport them to Jiuyuan City, and strengthen the city's defenses."

Meng Yi nodded and said, "Okay, big brother. I'll arrange it right away."

Meng Tian watched Meng Yi leave and sighed inwardly, "Your Majesty, the Great Qin is no longer the Great Qin it once was."

As expected, a group of uninvited guests came to the Xiongnu grassland.

Since that great battle, the 300,000-strong army led by the Xiongnu Khan Touman suffered an unprecedented defeat at the hands of Meng Tian.

This defeat was like a huge rock thrown into a lake, causing thousands of waves and plunging the entire Xiongnu into chaos and turmoil.

Touman, who was once majestic and invincible, has now lost his former dignity and power.

The orders he issued were no longer obeyed absolutely by the tribes as in the past, but were instead met with lip service and disobedience.

These tribal leaders began to act independently, caring only about maintaining their own interests and power. They turned a blind eye to the orders of Natouman and did not even take the former overlord seriously.

At the same time, the young and ambitious Maodun saw the opportunity and led the elite cavalry he had trained himself to fight east and west. With his extraordinary means and tough army, he repeatedly defeated powerful enemies and became famous.

As victories accumulated, more and more people came to join him, and gradually, a huge and powerful force gathered around Maodun.

At this moment, on the vast grassland, the wind was howling and the flags were fluttering.

The Xiongnu cavalry, riding on their fine horses and holding scimitars, gathered under Maodun's command.

On the battlefield of the grassland, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Maodun's troops were engaged in a fierce battle with Zuoxianwang's tribe.

Maodun personally led his elite troops into battle, brandishing his scimitar, and wherever he went, the enemies fell one after another. His cavalrymen were also brave and fearless, fighting bravely.

At the critical moment of the battle, Maodun demonstrated his outstanding leadership skills. He commanded the troops with confidence, deployed his troops, and used tactics skillfully, gradually gaining the upper hand.

Zuo Xian Wang began to panic, and his men were gradually defeated.

In the end, Maodun's army won a decisive victory.

Zuo Xian Wang was roughly escorted forward by the soldiers.

The Left Wise King's face was pale, his whole body trembling. He fell heavily to his knees with a thud, and then he kowtowed like pounding garlic, begging non-stop: "Prince Maodun, please have mercy on me and spare my life! I truly admit my mistakes!"

At the same time, Maodun walked calmly up to a high ground. His body cast a long shadow in the sun, making him look even taller, more powerful and imposing.

He looked down at the trembling Zuo Xian Wang who was kneeling below, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"Hmph, oh Zuo Xian Wang, isn't it too late for you to regret now? I tried to persuade you with kind words and was willing to work with you to achieve great things together, but you made all kinds of excuses and refused to agree, and even tried to go against me. In this case, don't blame me for being ruthless and ungrateful. I must completely eradicate you, this rebellious person!" Maodun said in a cold tone with his hands folded across his chest.

Zuo Xian Wang was so frightened that he didn't dare to look up at Maodun. He just lowered his head and replied tremblingly, "Prince Maodun, all the mistakes are my fault. I hope Your Highness will be magnanimous and give me a chance to reform. From now on, I will be loyal to you wholeheartedly and will never have second thoughts!"

As he spoke, his voice trembled with extreme fear and he even stuttered a little.

However, Zuo Xian Wang was completely unaware that his forehead was already broken and bleeding from constant kowtow. The bright red blood flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

But even so, he still seemed unaware and continued to kowtow regardless of the consequences.

Hearing Zuo Xian Wang's earnest pleas, Maodun couldn't help but let out a chilling sneer and slowly said, "Haha, how ridiculous! Do you think you can change this prince's mind with just a few sweet words? Don't forget, you once betrayed me and caused irreparable damage to my trust. How can a disloyal and unrighteous person like you deserve this prince's forgiveness? Someone, chop him up!"

Following Maodun's order, a centurion came forward with a big knife in his hand.

Zuo Xian Wang's face became even paler, and his eyes were filled with despair and fear.

Just as the centurion raised his sword, Zuo Xian Wang suddenly let out a desperate scream: "No! Don't kill me! I have family and they need me!" His voice echoed in the air, carrying endless pain and sorrow.

However, Maodun's eyes were still as cold as ice. He had no mercy at all, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

The centurion's sword fell mercilessly, and Zuo Xian Wang's head rolled down instantly. Blood splattered all over the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

A stream of scarlet blood gushed out from the broken neck, splashing on the surrounding ground and quickly gathering into a shocking pool of blood.

The entire air was filled with the strong smell of blood. The pungent smell permeated everywhere and penetrated into people's noses and throats, making people feel nauseous and almost vomiting.

However, Maodun, who was in this bloody scene, was not afraid at all. Instead, he enjoyed the taste of blood with an intoxicated look on his face.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath, as if savoring the unique scent of death and killing in the air.

At this moment, a burst of rapid horse hoof sounds came from afar, and a cavalryman came galloping, his horse panting, and his mane was soaked with sweat.

The cavalryman came before Maodun, dismounted, knelt on one knee, and said hurriedly, "Your Highness, there are several Qin people claiming to be envoys sent by the Qin Emperor and want to see you!"