Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

Early March.

The permafrost in the north is beginning to thaw, and tender green shoots are emerging one after another from the flat grasslands, piercing the earth that has been frozen for months with the breath of spring and announcing the arrival of spring.

Green shoots pierce the frozen soil, welcoming the warm spring breeze from the south, as they gaze up at the blue sky and white clouds above on the northern grasslands.

Rumble~

Rumble~

The earth-shaking sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached, the hooves, as big as bowls, crushing the tender shoots that had just broken through the frozen soil, carrying panicked herders wrapped in sheepskin coats as they fled eastward.

Dozens of herdsmen from the Suli tribe looked behind them in alarm.

Behind them, hundreds of Xianbei soldiers from the Budugen tribe shouted and joked, waving their long swords and bows and arrows, as if chasing after the Suli tribe's herdsmen for pleasure.

About an incense stick's time later, dozens of Suli tribe herders who had been pursued fell on the way to escape. A middle-aged man wearing a leopard-skin cloak, with a small braid on his head and adorned with a large number of gold, silver and jade ornaments was tied up and thrown onto a warhorse.

Hundreds of soldiers from the Budugen tribe drove their stray warhorses and captured weapons back the way they came, their faces beaming with smiles.

Around a grassland camp with no shelter on all sides.

Thick, pungent smoke and the stench of blood filled the air.

The tent, which was not completely burned, was still emitting black smoke.

The corpses in the camp were dragged out and piled up to one side.

Black wolf-head banners were planted all around the camp.

Thousands of Xianbei soldiers under the command of the Budugen tribe were wiping the blood off their weapons.

Inside the camp, women and children were driven to squat in the southeast corner, trembling as they watched their former husbands and relatives being stripped naked and thrown outside the camp.

In the very center of the camp, a luxurious tent stands out like a star surrounded by the moon.

In front of the tent, a young man in his early twenties was wiping the long knife in his hand.

If Duan Yu were here right now, he would definitely recognize this young man.

Budugen raised his head and looked at Suli, who had been captured and brought back in the distance.

When the fleeing Suli was forced to kneel before him, Budugen's hawk-like eyes flashed with a sharp light as he looked at Suli.

“Suli, I, Budugen, as the Great Chanyu of the Xianbei, ask you again: are you willing to submit?”

“Or you chose to turn to ashes like your tribe.” Budugen looked at Suli.

With her face covered in blood and looking disheveled, Suli lowered her once-noble head.

After the death of Tanshihuai, the Great Chanyu of the Xianbei, the once powerful Xianbei split apart.

After Tan Shihuai died, He Lian succeeded him. He Lian was neither talented nor capable, and was also greedy and lewd, and his judgments were unfair.

The vast majority of tribes that were once under the brilliant leadership of Tan Shihuai have fallen apart.

Later, when He Lian was raiding the northern prefecture, he was unexpectedly killed by a stray arrow.

The Suli, Miga, Queji and other tribes also left one after another.

Budugen originally wanted to follow in his brother's footsteps and complete the great achievements of the Xianbei during the reign of the Great Chanyu Tanshihuai.

however.

four years ago.

A great fire engulfed my brother and Tanhan Mountain.

The sight of his elder brother, pierced through the brow by an arrow, and the screams of the herdsmen engulfed in flames, pushed Budugen into the abyss of revenge.

Across the Chu Chou River, while remembering that face, Bu Dugen vowed to take revenge.

He wanted to lead the Xianbei to recreate their former glory.

Thus, in those four years, Budugen, who was once a young man, fought in all directions.

Today, it is the Suli tribe, the last tribe to be trampled by the hooves of Budugen's horses.

Submit or die.

"I......."

"I am willing to submit to the Chanyu."

Suli lowered his once-noble head and chose to submit to Budugen, who was half his age.

There was no joy on Budugen's face. Instead, he stood up and placed the long sword he had just wiped on Suli's shoulder.

“I accept your submission.” Budugen said with a resolute gaze down at Suli, who was bowing his head, “and I have no fear of your possible betrayal in the future.”

With the cold blade pressed against his neck, Suli began to tremble uncontrollably with fear.

"But the next time I betray you, I will not give you or any of your tribe any chance of survival. You and they will become the dye that will make the clouds and grasslands red under the witness of the great Chanyu Tanshihuai in my unification of the Xianbei."

The trembling noblewoman Suli lay on the ground, then held the leather boots on Budugen's feet in her hands.

“You will be the greatest ruler on the grasslands after the Great Chanyu Tanshihuai. I, Suli, and my tribes are willing to be loyal to you forever and follow in your footsteps. Where your blade points, that is the direction the Suli tribe will advance.”

Listening to Suli's explanation of his loyalty, Budugen put away the sharp blade that had been resting on Suli's shoulder with satisfaction.

.............

Several days later, Budugen's army returned to the banks of the Tanhanshan Chuqiu River.

Although the fire that occurred four years ago has long been extinguished.

But Tanhan Mountain, which had been burning for a month, was no longer the same as it used to be.

The trees, standing on the hillside, had their crowns and branches burned away, leaving only the withered trunks, devoid of any vitality.

There seems to be a trace of red in the water of hatred that can never be erased.

Looking at Chu Chou Shui, Bu Dugen still clearly remembered the scene when his brother fell from his warhorse, and the blood flowing from his brow stained Chu Chou Shui red.

Just as Budugen gave the order to begin crossing the river, a young boy on a fast horse rode across the river towards Budugen's direction.

"Great Chanyu".

Xie Guini came to Budugen's side and said, "Great Chanyu, a few days ago a group of Han people came to Tanhan Mountain, saying they wanted to see the Great Chanyu."

Han Chinese?

Upon hearing the words "Han people," Budugen immediately frowned, and the image of a person instantly appeared in his mind.

"Han Chinese?" Budugen asked, frowning. "Where did they come from, and what are they doing here?"

Ever since Duan Yu set fire to Tanhan Mountain four years ago, Budugen has vowed to avenge himself.

But to take revenge, you need to have the strength.

Therefore, for the past four years, Budugen has been fighting almost every moment.

It almost reunited the once fragmented Xianbei people.

But precisely because of this, Budugen did not attack the border of the Great Han during these four years.

Therefore, he did not understand where these Han people who suddenly appeared came from or what they wanted to do.

“Great Chanyu, those Han people say they came with friendship and want to form an alliance with you,” Xie Guini said, looking at Budugen.

friendship?

Alliance?

Budugen frowned in confusion, then urged his warhorse toward the direction of Tanhan Mountain.

...............

Inside Budugen's camp.

A Han Chinese man, whose appearance was distinctly different from the surrounding furnishings and the clothing of the Xianbei people, was sitting to the left of Budugen.

In the camp, besides Han scholars, there was also Budugen.

There were also more than a dozen Xianbei generals and tribal chiefs.

Without exception, these people looked at the Han scholars with eyes that seemed to want to devour them.

Four years ago, Duan Yu set fire to Tanhan Mountain, burning countless Xianbei people to death.

Among them, the tribes under Budugen's command are the largest.

Those sitting in the tents now, most of them had relatives or tribes burned to death in the fire four years ago.

This hatred towards the Han people has been burning in my heart for four years.

Today, Budugen has completed the unification of the last Xianbei tribe.

It's time to fulfill the vow I made four years ago.

Seeking revenge against the Han people.

But at that moment, a group of Han Chinese arrived.

“Now, you can tell me your name and the purpose of your visit,” Budugen asked the Han scholar who had sat down.