Chapter 472: Wu Anjun, I am here to plead guilty

Touman was defeated miserably.

Amid the slogans of "Huns do not fight Huns", he was knocked unconscious and tied up by the two tribal leaders Laozhong and Tusha, and sent to Prince Maodun.

The two men who had personally experienced the defeat at Gaoque knew better than any other tribal leaders how much power Prince Maodun held.

After reviewing the battle of Gaoque, both men concluded that the casualties among the 40,000 Xiongnu people in Gaoque were at least 17,000.

In this era, those who have the will to fight even when more than 30% of their casualties occur, and those who do not flee in defeat are the elite. Those who still fight bravely even when more than 40% of their casualties occur, are the elite among the elite.

However, judging from combat power alone, those people can't be called elite at all. They are not even as good as ordinary soldiers from large tribes.

But, that's what's scary.

Although his combat capability is low, he has been able to train his desire to fight to such a strong level.

For those with high combat power, their desire to fight must be so strong that Lao Sha and others couldn't believe how many casualties the black-armored soldiers who were following behind would have to suffer before they collapsed.

Fifty percent? Sixty percent? Or seventy percent? Or maybe they will fight to the last man like the ancient Jiuli tribe that followed Chiyou to fight against Huangdi in the legend.

One man fighting desperately is more powerful than .

The Black Armored Army already had advantages in equipment, individual soldiers, and battle formations, plus they had a fearless fighting spirit.

Such a powerful army is in the hands of Prince Maodun, so why should we make enemies with him?

Wouldn't it be good to have Prince Maodun lead us Xiongnu to prosperity, destroy the Donghu, Yuezhi, Wusun... and dominate the desert?

Prince Maodun said that Huns do not fight against Huns.

Prince Maodun also said that those who surrender would not be killed.

There was a black-armored army in front of them that they didn't know how to fight, plus the troops of Gaoque City, plus the troops of the royal court that they had already controlled.

The prince has so many troops and is so powerful, he is not a prince, he is the Chanyu of our Huns!

Desert, yellow sand.

Touman, Maodun.

The father and son met again for the first time after Maodun went to the Yuezhi Kingdom.

Witnessed by many tribal leaders and with the friendly gaze of Liu Bang, who was smiling beside him, Prince Maodun drew out his father's scimitar and stabbed his father, who was still in a coma.

Maodun held his father in one hand and stabbed his father's left chest with a scimitar in the other hand, but the handle was missing.

The sharp blade pierced through his heart, causing Touman to feel heartbroken and suddenly open his eyes wide.

He was once the most proud, thinking that his son, the next Chanyu, was just around the corner. However, there was no joy of victory on his face, and a deep sorrow was hidden between his brows.

He lowered his head and looked at the scimitar that was still stuck in his body. It was the scimitar he was most familiar with.

He had used this scimitar to cut off the head of his best brother Wenghu, and had just stabbed to death a tribesman who dared to shoot an arrow at his most beloved wife and favorite son.

And now, is it his turn? Is he also going to die under this scimitar?

This heroic ruler, who was the first to unify the Huns and whose achievements were in some sense no less than those of the First Emperor, moved his head with difficulty and looked from the side of his son's head at the group of black-armored soldiers.

He saw the mockery in the eyes of the smirking general and the relief in the eyes of the white-haired veteran.

The Chanyu used the little time he had left to scan as many of the black-armored soldiers' faces as possible.

He saw too many emotions, but the only one he didn't see was the one he wanted to see - awe.

Among the thousands and thousands of black-armored soldiers standing behind his son, not a single one showed awe in their eyes when they looked at his son.

This invincible black-armored army, which he dared not attack with four times the number of troops, was not owned by his son at all...

He was breathing weakly, and with great effort he raised his hand to place it on his son's shoulder, lowered his head, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

"Modun, you are indeed my bravest son. This is the last time your father will help you."

The lion, knowing that he was doomed, suddenly turned around, switched positions with his son, and faced the Huns with his back to the black armor.

He used up his last bit of strength to push his son away and threw the man who killed him towards the Hun army, letting out a final roar.

"The Xiongnu rise, King Maodun!"

The scimitar that took Touman's life and also maintained his last life was pulled out. Blood spurted out from Touman's chest for three feet and fell on the battlefield covered with blood, without being conspicuous at all.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air could be heard. Countless sharp arrows were shot from the Black Armored Army towards Prince Maodun, who had always been the leader of the Black Armored Army in the eyes of the Hun army. However, they were all blocked by the tall and muscular Touman.

Touman was like a hedgehog that had become a spirit, with its quivering and growing thorns. He closed his eyes and died.

His son, Maodun, had already run into the Xiongnu army.

He had already done the last thing he promised to do for his son.

The arrows were still pouring down, and the increasing force knocked down the soulless body of Xiong Wu.

A great leader, Touman Chanyu, fell with his face smashed on the ground, without even a front view when he died.

Without the human shield, the subsequent arrows continued to fail to complete their mission and were all blocked by the Hun warriors holding shields.

Holding his father's blood-stained scimitar, he stood among many tribal leaders, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Hun warriors.

Maodun was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived. He opened his mouth with excitement and was about to shout.

“Tsk.”

There was an extremely subtle sound of lips smacking next to his ears. It was so close to him, and the sound was so small that Maodun thought it was an illusion.

He didn't care about this. At such a critical moment, why should he care about such trivial details?

He had to quickly tell the leaders of the major tribes around him that he, Maodun, was being held hostage, and that the black-armored soldiers on the opposite side were not under his control, but were the enemy of the entire Huns.

He tried to shout, but all that came out was a loud noise.

A strong smell of blood came from his mouth, ten times stronger than the smell of blood he was accustomed to on the battlefield, as if he had drunk a mouthful of blood.

Soon, the delayed pain in his neck made him realize that he had indeed drunk his own blood.

He touched his neck in disbelief and it felt sticky.

When I raised it to my eyes, it was all scarlet.

“Awesome…”

He opened his mouth and shouted unwillingly, but his trachea was cut and he couldn't make a single sound.

He has already waited for his chance, and he will soon become the Khan of the Xiongnu.

How could he die when his grand plan hasn't even begun?

He waved his arms, staggered forward a few steps, and fell on the yellow sand with reluctance, only ten steps away from his father.

These ten steps are the royal ranks that Touman created for him using himself as a shield and his life.

He walked over but couldn't get his footing.

"How dare you kill the Chanyu!"

At some point the man standing next to Prince Maodun kicked Prince Maodun's body hard, his voice and face full of anger.

One of them was wearing a fur coat and had an angry look on his face.

The dagger in his hand was cold and would not be stained by blood.

There was a retainer in the palace of Lord Chang'an, a rough man named Jing Ke.

The Hun soldiers around him finally reacted and rushed forward, pinning him to the ground.

A stern look flashed across the face of the veteran general Wang Xi on the opposite side, and he gave an order.

Fan Kuai took the lead. He was faster without a horse than with one. He charged into the Hun army like a human-shaped ferocious beast. Anyone who stood in his way flew away and saved Jing Ke.

The black-armored soldiers were not far behind, and were only four or five steps away from Fan Kuai. When Fan Kuai caught Jing Ke, they stood beside Fan Kuai and confronted the Hun soldiers.

The leaders of the major tribes looked ferocious and retreated quickly.

"kill!"

No matter whether it is Touman or Maodun, their status will not change at all after becoming the Chanyu.

Since Maodun was able to defeat Tuoman, they recognized Maodun as the Chanyu. This was reasonable and was the rule of the Huns.

Qin people, no!

How could the Qin people be the king of the Xiongnu!

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

Liu Bang jumped onto Fan Kuai's shoulders and stood on them, holding a big loudspeaker to his mouth.

His inner strength surged, and the volume increased.

Technology plus martial arts, the sound is increased five times.

"Prince Maodun is already on the Holy Mountain, with thorns on his back, waiting to apologize to the Chanyu. The Prince Maodun who died before your eyes was a substitute you created to paralyze him. This substitute actually dared to kill the prince's father. His crime is so heinous that he deserves death! The prince values filial piety the most and only wants to get rid of the evil concubine. How could he harm the Chanyu's life?"

As he spoke, tears began to fall from his eyes. Liu Bang reached out to wipe them again and again, and his voice became slightly tearful.

"Poor prince, the father and son were about to be reunited and the past grudges were resolved, but now everything has failed..."

The leaders still retreated quickly, but their eyes began to show doubt.

This doesn't look fake...

"If you don't believe me, let's go to the Holy Mountain and see for ourselves. Stop the fighting for now. Huns don't fight Huns!"

A tribal leader suddenly had an idea. He looked at Liu Bang's face, which had no Xiongnu characteristics at all, and shouted loudly:

"You all have Qin faces, not Xiongnu at all! Kill them!"

Liu Bang, with tears still on his face, shouted loudly with a megaphone:

"Prince Maodun said that whether you are a Hun or not is not determined by appearance, but by the heart! You were born with the appearance of a Hun, but you wanted your people to fight with us before finding out the truth, which weakened the Hun's strength. You are not thinking of the Huns, but the Qin! I think you are a spy for the Qin! You want us Huns to kill each other, and take the lives of my people to the King of Qin in exchange for the position of a prince! I was not born with the appearance of a Hun, but I am thinking of the Huns and the prince. Your eyes are as bright as the snow on the top of the holy mountain. We will know who is the real Hun between you and me!"

A quarter of an hour later, the riot subsided.

The Black Armor Army and the Hun Army were clearly divided, but they advanced in parallel.

Like two wide rivers, they flow towards the sacred mountain of the Huns, Mount Langjuxu.

A few days later, before the two armies reached Langjuxu Mountain, they saw a pair of fast horses galloping towards the army.

The man above him had a rough appearance and was 30% similar to Touman. He was none other than Prince Maodun.

Prince Maodun couldn't wait to jump off his horse before it stopped, staggered more than ten steps, and ran to the body of Chanyu Touman, which was already smelling a little.

With tears in his eyes, he knelt on the ground and worshiped in the Hun way.

The moment he stood up, murderous aura erupted like a gushing out!

"Who killed my father?"

Wolf Mountain.

Ying Chengjiao walked in front, and the veterans followed behind.

Veteran general Wang Xi, leaning on a thick branch as a trekking stick, followed closely behind Ying Chengjiao.

The cold wind was howling along the way, and Ying Chengjiao looked back several times, asking the panting veterans to go back and wait until the spring of next year to climb the mountain again.

The veterans would shake their heads like rattles every time and refuse to do anything. They would even laugh and say:

"General, are you tired? Your bird is about to freeze to death. If you want to go down, do it quickly. Our old bird is useless, but your little bird is still very useful!"

Ying Chengjiao loudly cursed at this group of veterans whose faces were obviously purple from the cold and their teeth were chattering, but who refused to admit defeat at all.

"You are the only person who has the toughest mouth in my body!"

Finally, after several hours, they walked on the white snow and stood on the top of Langjuxu Mountain.

The sky here is so high and far away that it seems as if you can just reach out and high-five the gods in heaven.

The air here is cold and fresh, without the usual smell of mud and sand in the desert, nor the smell of blood in the desert today.

"This is Langjuxu Mountain. It doesn't look that great."

"Do the Xiongnu dogs regard this as a holy mountain? There is not even a bird to be seen on this mountain. Wang Er, you kid, unbutton your pants and add a bird to the Xiongnu dogs' holy mountain ."

Since getting married, Wang Er has lost his lively and cheerful self, but it seems that he has regained his mischievous nature when he went to the mountains.

He was young but had a lot of experience, so he chuckled and really pulled down his pants and opened the floodgates to release the water the way he came.

"Not only did Naigong give them birds, he also gave them holy water!"

The veterans joined the ranks one after another, shouting and clamoring to create a holy river for these Hun dogs.

Ying Chengjiao was watching from the side, waiting for these old soldiers to make trouble, and then quickly took them down the mountain.

Winter is approaching and snow has already fallen on the Langjuxu Mountain. It is really too cold here, which is extremely bad for the health of these veterans. The older people get, the more afraid of the cold they are.

He slapped his head in annoyance.

I only thought about learning from Huo Qubing to conquer the Wolf's Lair, but I never thought that the first champion in history entered the desert in early spring. When he ran to the Wolf's Lair, the sun was shining, not as cold as it is now...

"General! You can't do it!"

"General, you have to protect the bird! Don't let it slip away!"

"General, just watch there. We won't laugh at you. Hahaha!"

The veterans were talking and shouting.

They were no longer satisfied with simply providing holy water to the Hun dogs, and began to compete to see who could urinate the holy water farther.

Ying Chengjiao sneered.

"Who is Naigong? Who are you? Are you worthy enough to compete with Naigong?"

He walked up with big strides, unbuttoning his trousers as he walked .

"Open your eyes and see what it means to plunge three thousand feet straight down, like the Milky Way falling from the sky!"

There was a chorus of boos.

Veteran Wang Xi leaned against a tree trunk with bare branches, with his trekking pole next to him, and coughed twice while covering his mouth.

"It would be nice to have a fire..."