Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

The flying bears roared in unison, and the Huns who were resting on the spot did not dare to make any mistakes. They quickly got up and continued to flee toward the northwest.

The cat and mouse game has been played for a long time, and there is a certain tacit understanding between the two parties.

Before the next stop to rest, it would be okay if the Huns found scattered tribes on the grassland. Not only can you get a bite to eat, but you don't have to worry about being massacred by the Han army behind you.

If not found.

The demons behind them would rush up, kill the hundred slowest runners, and then slaughter the horses and eat them.

This is the ration of one meal for four thousand flying bears, and they have never reduced it.

So there are only two ways to survive, either to find tribes and plunder them, or to run faster than your companions.

But heading west beyond the Horqin Grassland, the tribes on the grassland no longer belong to the Karasuma people, but the real Xiongnu tribe.

Even so, the hungry Huns did not hold back at all because of their fellow tribesmen, and they raised their steel knives without hesitation.

When these jackals once again raised their steel knives against their own tribe, Humphrey finally shed tears of regret and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Can't kill! Can't kill!"

Yuvrault knew very well that if the massacre continued like this, the Huns would definitely become the next black pill.

As the great chanyu of this generation, he will always be nailed to the pillar of shame by his tribe, and will be spurned for life.

Liu Bao sighed with red eyes: "Father, it's useless."

Snapped! ~

Angrily, Humphrey raised the riding crop in his hand and hit his favorite son on the face.

Blood slowly slid down the young prairie eagle's cheek.

"Go! Tell them to stop! Go quickly, if they don't stop, I will kill you!"

"Kill me?"

Liu Bao's eyes flashed with danger, but he did not step forward to stop his clansmen.

This cannot be stopped at all. Before their life is exhausted, even if they become sinners of the Huns, they will never automatically give up hope of living.

Nothing is more important than staying alive.

Even Liu Bao thought so in his heart.

He spurred his horse away from Hufro and ignored the tribesmen who were killing each other. Instead, he came directly to the formation of the Flying Bear Army behind him.

He dismounted and knelt down on his knees: "Great general, I am willing to be loyal to you for the rest of my life and will never betray you. Please let me live."

Zhang Wu sat on the horse and smiled disdainfully: "Oh? Then I would like to hear, how do you plan to treat your people?"

Liu Bao said expressionlessly: "Kill!"

Zhang Wu admired sincerely: "The Huns are really cruel, so how should you face your father?"

Liu Bao gritted his teeth: "Kill!"

It is not uncommon for the Huns to kill their fathers with their sons and to succeed their mothers with their sons. This has never been surprising.

The famous Maodun Chanyu in the history of the Xiongnu also committed patricide to ascend to the throne of Chanyu. It can only be said that he really made a good start for future generations.

However, Zhang Wu did not agree. Yu Fulo could die, but he would definitely not die outside casually.

"No, it's not time for Hufro to die yet, but you are very aware of current affairs, so I can temporarily agree to your request."

Zhang Wu winked at Lu Bu, and Lu Bu immediately understood and went out alone.

After a few breathless moments, Lu Bu came back again. He was holding a hemp rope in his hand, and at the other end of the rope was tied up Humphrey, whose eyes were dull.

Lu Bu stepped forward and handed a piece of rope to Liu Bao.

Zhang Wu continued: "Of course you can survive if you want to, but I still have to see your performance."

Liu Bao understood and got back on his horse. He grabbed the rope that tied Yu Fuluo with one hand and let the horse drag his father around. With the other hand, he pulled out the steel knife and started to kill the scattered tribesmen.

"Marquis Champion, this son is in danger. He can actually say the words of patricide without changing his face. Don't let him stay."

"Hahahahaha, Zilong is too worried. As long as he is a jackal, he is not allowed to stay. Just keep your heart in your stomach. After the First World War, there will be no more Huns in the northern grassland."

Just because his name was Liu Bao, Zhang Wu was determined not to let him live.

On November 15th, heavy snow fell from the sky.

God has given the Han army enough face. The first snowfall came half a month later than in previous years.

The killings on the Mobei grassland continued, and the hot blood dyed the white snow red.

The two thousand Xiongnu defeated army, although they were called defeated troops, among the large Xiongnu ethnic group, each of them was a warrior who was good at fighting.

Without Yu Fuluo standing around, they, led by Liu Bao, killed their fellow tribesmen even more ferociously.

They never spared even a child wherever they passed. They were afraid that one day the matter would spread and they would be labeled as sinners. Only when the person was dead would they never speak!

You may feel guilty if you do something once or twice, but if you do it more, you will get used to it.

On the Mobei grassland, you can see dead Huns every few miles. All living creatures in the tribe were killed.

After the defeated troops changed their leaders, Fei Xiong unexpectedly never attacked them again. As a result, the two thousand people were even more respectful to Liu Bao and almost regarded him as a real Xiongnu Great Chanyu.

"Liu Bao, you can't go north anymore. That is the holy land of the Huns. If you lead the evil spirits to destroy the totem of the Huns, you will be cursed by the Sirius God!"

Snapped! ~

Liu Bao waved his hand and swung the riding crop on the face of Humphrey who was dragging him behind him, just as hard as Humphrey whipped him.

"Shut your mouth. The Huns will only return to glory under my leadership. You are the sinner of the Huns."

Yufro pursed his dry and peeling lips: "Do you know what you are talking about? Looking back at the Mobei grassland, he has been dyed red by the blood of his tribe!"

After just two words, Humphrey was already out of breath. He had been dragged by the horse for half a month, and his body was already exhausted. If it weren't for Liu Bao keeping him alive and sometimes letting him mount his horse to rest for a while, he would have been dragged to death by his horse.

Liu Bao was also afraid that he would be punished by Zhang Wu for dragging Fuluo to death, so he jumped off the horse, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into Fuluo's mouth.

cough! ~Ahem! ~

"Child, listen to me, don't go further north. This heavy snow is a gift from the Wolf God to the Huns. The despicable Han people will lose their way in this heavy snow. You just need to lead them around in a circle on the grassland. , when you get rid of them, you will still be the hero of the Huns."

"Huh, what if you don't get rid of it?"

"Then you drag him to be buried with you to atone for the sins you committed. Believe me, as the weather gets colder and colder, they will all die here. This is the punishment of the Sirius God for them."

Liu Bao frowned and thought deeply for a long time.

The snow continues to fall, and the killing continues.

Finally, Liu Bao smiled. He reached out and patted Yu Fulo on the shoulder, and said kindly: "Father, there is a saying among the Han people that makes sense, there is no turning back when you shoot a bow!"