My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

Smoke and dust filled the air.

A strong wind swept past, blowing for hundreds of miles without stopping.

The Hun cavalry, who ate and slept with the war horses and treated them like family members, gritted their teeth and used the strength that they could not even sprint on their wives to hit the family members' abdomens with their heels.

The horses galloped in pain, responding quickly to their master's instructions as usual - as long as they ran, the master would not kick them in the stomach.

They are getting faster and faster, their hooves are flying.

The goshawk in the blue sky flapped its wings vigorously, but it couldn't fly over the group of horses on the ground.

It twisted its eagle head and watched the horses go away carrying the smoke and dust.

The scattered dust blocked its sight. It flapped its wings and drew an arc away from where the horse passed, patrolling the ground looking for hares.

Three thousand war horses ran faster than a goshawk, but the pain in their abdomen became even more intense.Their master was still kicking and giving them instructions to speed up.

So, they can only continue to gallop.

Just running, running... the front legs of the first war horse bent and fell to the ground. Qiu Ling, the prince of the Qiulin tribe on the horse, was thrown away and fell twenty steps in front of the horse.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The eyes of the strong man like an iron tower reflected the galloping horse. He was screaming out of fear and could not say a complete sentence.

Soon, the following cavalry flooded the hills like the fiercest wave...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Qiu Ling closed his eyes and screamed. This was the only thing he could do before he died.

"To shut up!
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

He slapped Qiu Ling's face hard, knocking back his unconscious howls.

When Qiu Ling opened his eyes, he saw the despised Prince Maodun, whose veins on his neck were bulging like earthworms. He held his head high, raised his scimitar, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

But this deafening sound in the ears of the hills could only be heard by him and the cavalry of Prince Moton nearby.

The other Xiongnu could only hear the whistling wind and the vague and vague sound of human voices.

How could anyone listen carefully to the Hun cavalry who were fleeing for their lives?

The guards who listened to Prince Modun's order and several princes from large tribes who were close by did not dare to slow down their horses.

The entire cavalry team is extremely fast. If they slow down, they will be overtaken by the horses behind them, trampled to death, and become fertilizer for the lush green grass.

"That does not work!"

Modun became anxious and grabbed the hillock he had placed on his horse.

"Hills! You control the horse!"

The strong man reacted, although his whole body was still a little weak, but he immediately forced himself to sit on the horse and held the reins with both hands.

For the Huns, who have been around horses since childhood, there is no difference between riding a horse and running and jumping.

Modun put his hands on Qiuling's shoulders, and with a strong push, he rose into the air and stood on the back of the horse. Not only that, he was still as stable as if he were standing on flat ground!
This is not over yet.

Mao Dun let go, completely fixed his body with his two feet, turned around on the galloping horse, faced the Hun cavalry behind him, used his two arms as two flags, waved them in a specific way, and shouted loudly.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

This difficult and dangerous action has a very good effect.

As long as he is not blind, no one can ignore Prince Moton standing on the horse.Even if the prince's voice cannot be heard, the prince's gestures can still be seen.

This is a semaphore, which means stop.

The high-speed Hun cavalry originally relied on flags raised high for command.

The Hun cavalry stopped kicking the horse's belly, and instead tightened the reins.

The smoke brought by the war horses became smaller and smaller. When the smoke completely disappeared, the out-of-control cavalry team finally stopped.

Noon has passed early and sunset is approaching.

The oval-shaped sunset coated the cavalry with a layer of orange, but it could not transfer this warm color from the skin to the soul.

A group of Huns were sitting on the ground, with a look of ferocity on their blank faces.

They always look back uncontrollably from time to time, looking towards the way they came with fearful eyes.

It wasn't until he saw the green and yellow grass with no one around that he would silently look back. Then after a while, he would look back again and continue looking.

The thin line between life and death, the real thin line between life and death.

Most of this group of cavalry were princes from various tribes. They were pampered and had never been so close to death.

Modu patrolled from the front of the resting team to the back of the team.

There were 3000 men and horses when they came out, but now there are only 890 men and 890 horses left.

They fought with the group of black-armored Qin troops and suffered no casualties.

He was allowed to escape by the black-armored Qin army. On the way to escape, 110 horses were killed and [-] people were killed.

Modun saw that the hoofs of each war horse were stained with flesh and blood, and that each war horse had deep marks on its belly.

Sitting next to the war horse, the Xiongnu elite cavalry who were supposed to be warriors all looked uneasy and defeated, and they were all like the living dead.

That does not work.

Maodun took a deep breath.

He gathered the remaining two thousand 890 people and sat on the ground around him.

He stood in the center, taller than everyone else, and smiled bitterly.

"We failed, right?"

His words were not loud, but in the desert, which was so quiet that you could hear the leaves and grass flying, it was enough for everyone who gathered around to hear him.

"There is a saying in the Central Plains, which is that hurry is like a lost dog, and busyness is like a fish that has slipped through the net. This is what we are talking about.

"We tried our best to escape, killing 110 good horses and killing [-] warriors.

"This is all my fault."

No one answered.

After a while, the only one who fell off his horse and was saved by Mao Dun, who was not crushed into mud by the horse's hooves, Qiu Qiu shouted with a swollen face:
"This is Qin Gou's crime! What does it have to do with the prince!"

Mao Dun grabbed his greasy hair hard, with a look of pain on his face.

"How can you say it has nothing to do with me?
“I, Mao Dun, brought you here, and you are the Yuezhi who trusted me, Mao Dun.

"Before traveling, I vowed to take each of you back, but now, there are one hundred and nine warriors who will never go back..."

Mao Dun was speechless and choked.

Everyone else was silent.

After Qiu Ling's intervention, everyone knew that Prince Modun was not responsible for the deaths of a hundred people.

Among the cavalry moving at high speed, if you lend a hand to your fallen comrades, you will most likely be taken down yourself. Astonishing physical strength and extraordinary courage are all indispensable to save others.

Prince Moton passed by Qiu Ling and rescued Qiu Ling. He was the only person who fell off his horse and was rescued.

They watched helplessly as their companions were trampled to death without lending a helping hand. They only worried about whether the next fallen horse would be under their crotch. How could they have the dignity to complain to Prince Moton?
With mixed emotions, the surrounding wind seemed to be ridicule. "The Central Plains dog scolded me and insulted me, but I endured it because I am your prince and I want to take you home. Compared with the honor of the warrior, I want all of you to live more."

The Huns cavalry were stunned and looked at the prince who they had secretly scolded for being cowardly just now.

Mo Dun pulled out his machete and put it on his neck.

"Death is the easiest thing. It's just a stroke. Who can't do it? I also want to cut off the head of that Central Plains dog and die gloriously, but I choose to live in humiliation with you.

"We survived, but one hundred and nine brothers died. We cried for them, mourned in silence, let the goshawks carry our condolences, and asked the sun and the moon to send our condolences.

"And after that, we must bear their lives, remember today's shame, live in humiliation, and strengthen ourselves. One day we can avenge them and ourselves!"

Putting down the scimitar, Maodun gasped and looked at the pair of shining eyes below.

"The entire army will rest and recuperate. We will set off in half an hour and arrive at the Yuezhi territory before dark."

Everyone responded and got busy.

Soothe the war horse, drink some water, and eat some dry food...

After half an hour.

The cavalry, representing the sincerity of the Huns' truce, set out again. Mao Dun looked back at the way he came, his face was ferocious, he wanted to eat the weak flesh alive, and the word shame was written on each of his eyebrows.

Mr. Page, is this the alienation plan you told me about?
What you don’t know is that the reason why I don’t do it for Zuo Tuqi is because I’m not old enough, not because my father doesn’t allow it.

Today's humiliation is recorded by Mao Dun!

If you wait for me to come back, don't die in the desert!

…………

"The descendants do not kill!"

"The descendants do not kill!"

"The descendants do not kill!"

The deafening sound gave this already desperate little tribe a glimmer of hope.

They put down their scimitars one after another, discarded the bows and arrows in their hands, as well as the hammers, sticks, hooks, and everything that looked like they could be used as weapons. Their hands were empty and they knelt on the ground.

I beg these black-armored Qin troops, who are notorious among the Xiongnu, not to harm their lives.

This small tribe is called the Black Stone Tribe. Its total number of people is only more than 300. It is the smallest tribe of the Xiongnu and may be annexed at any time.

The Huns defeated by Meng Tian took the initiative to move north, and many large tribes moved to the vicinity of Langjuxu Mountain deep in the desert.

Those left on the outskirts of the Yinshan Mountains are these small tribes that are dying out every month.

Their lives are like weeds in the desert.No one knows you when you are alive, no one cares about you when you die, and you are trampled under your feet all your life.

"You are lucky! The general will find you a more fertile pasture! Go back and take everything you can with you! Nai Gong will take you to migrate!"

Wang Er, the commander of the [-]th Battalion of the Taotie Army, whipped his horse and shouted.

The people of the Black Stone tribe looked at each other with fear on their faces. According to the rumors, the Qin army, which had no children or old, not only did not kill them, but took them to a more fertile pasture?

"Where is the general taking us?"

The leader of the Black Stone Tribe asked with chattering teeth, speaking in Hun language.

Wang Er's brows furrowed when he heard this, with an impatient look on his face. He couldn't understand.

After muttering to the camp interpreter beside him, Wang Twenty finally understood what the noble-minded Xiongnu in front of him was talking about.

Immediately turn your horse forward.

"Nai Gong said it is a richer pasture. Didn't you understand what Nai Gong said? Or are you unwilling to go with Nai Gong?"

Wang Twenty had a sinister smile on his face. He held a spear on his horse and put it on his waist to use his strength. He shot the spear through the abdomen of the leader of the Black Stone Tribe. He continued to castrate it and pierced it into the soil half a foot deep.

The leader of the Blackstone Tribe who was nailed to the ground held a spear in both hands and wanted to pull it out but had no strength.He howled in pain, and blood flowed endlessly from the barrel of the gun.

"If you don't want to go, just accompany your leader to death!"

The members of the Blackstone tribe turned pale when they looked at their leader, and many children less than three feet tall were wailing.

Several of them screamed and ran towards the leader of Black Stone. Their parents hugged them tightly, covered their mouths, and dragged them back to Qionglu.

Soon, everyone in the tribe was driving their cattle and sheep, preparing to move with this ferocious Qin army.

sunset.

Wang Twenty wore battle armor and rode a war horse, driving the Black Stone tribe toward Gaoque.

"It's not as good as playing in Handan.

"Let's forget the things. What does the general want these Hun dogs to do? What are they going to do?"

Wang Twenty muttered and sighed, longing for a hearty fight, instead of driving these Hun dogs to Gaoque like the herdsmen.

He turned around and spit heavily on a Hun man's face.

The man quickly lowered his head and let the saliva flow down his face without even wiping it.

Wang Twenty was furious and kept cursing.

"What a coward! Birdman! He promised not to surrender until death!"

Suddenly a man jumped off his horse, stretched out his hand to wipe the spit from the Hun man's face, and apologized apologetically in Hun language.

The Hun man who was spat on looked panicked and apologized repeatedly in Hun language, as if he had spit on the vaulter's face.

The vaulter looked at the back of Wang Twenty's head, who looked back with a serious look on his face.

"If you, like a bird, deliberately seek trouble again, Mr. Nai will report it to the general and ask the general to fire you, the battalion commander!"

After saying this, he stopped getting on his horse, led the horse and walked with the escorted Xiongnu, and started chatting with the Xiongnu in Xiongnu language.

Wang Er, who was riding ahead, secretly let out another sigh and cursed in a low voice.

"Damn commissar!"

In the desert of the northwest, there are still 99 teams like the [-]th Battalion of the former army led by Wang Twenty.

There were 5 men, with a total of one hundred battalions, most of them spread out, searching horizontally across the ground fifty miles away from the seven hundred miles laid down by Meng Tian.

When encountering a small Xiongnu tribe, attack them without killing those who surrender. Then drive all the surrendered Huns back, taking away all the cattle, sheep, horses, grass, and dismantled domes. It is best not to leave a hair behind. root.

The Taotie Army drove these small tribes toward Gaoque, like piles of ants returning to their anthill.

The commanders of these battalions are all veterans who have fought with Ying Chengyu. They have a high level of personal admiration for Ying Chengyu. They have 100% trust in Ying Chengyu.

All the battalion commanders didn't know what the general was going to do, but most of them executed it very well.

There are only a few battalion commanders with extremely strong personal thoughts and deviant or perverted personalities, and they are also restrained by political commissars, forcing them not to act arbitrarily.

Gaoque Mountains, the old site of Gaoque City destroyed by Meng Tian.

Ying Chengyu took his mother for a stroll, looking at flowers and trees, catching birds and fish, and getting deeply close to nature.

General Meng Wu on the right and General Wei on the back stood together, looking at the mother and son not far away who were smiling from the bottom of their hearts and with great joy, but they couldn't laugh at all.

Set up camp and rebuild Gaoque City.

Are you sure you are here to fight, not to live?