"This is the letter of challenge written by my king, please take a look at it!"
As He Junan spoke, he threw the mailbox in his hand directly.
Yi Zhi took the mailbox with a gloomy expression, opened it and took out a scroll.
The crooked handwriting on it was exactly the same as what Shanyu, the military minister, had gotten in his hand, and the content on it was also the same, which made Yi Zhixie furious:
The head of the old thief who pretends to be a shield is here. If you want to get it back, in three days, there will be a decisive battle between the two armies at the foot of Yin Mountain!
A few simple words made Yi Zhixie's eyes burst into flames.
They now have an absolute advantage in military strength, but Liu Deng, a bastard, actually used Modun Shanyu's head as a bet.
This really makes it difficult for Yi Zhixie to make a decision. If he doesn't go, he only needs Liu Deng to make the challenge public.
I'm afraid that even if this battle is won, Yi Zhixie will inevitably be blamed by all the Huns.
However, he just agreed, and now he is really unwilling to do so!
The initiative that he originally held was now in Liu Deng's hands. He couldn't swallow this breath.
"The Great Chanyu should not fight, but the decision can be made with the Great Chanyu's words!"
He Junan didn't want to give him too much time to think about it, so he asked directly with a smile.
"Hahahaha, are you too naive? Shouldn't it be this Chanyu who is the one who keeps his word now?"
Yi Zhixie finally made up his mind. The battlefield was changing rapidly. Let alone three days, just one hour could determine the outcome of a battle.
Now that they clearly had the absolute initiative, how could he just give up the advantage that was so easily available to them.
"Da Chanyu, don't forget that the head of Modun Chanyu is in the hands of my king. When Gaozu was alive, he always wanted to take off Modun Chanyu's head to make a chamber pot. Do you think my king wants it? ..."
When He Junan said this, he laughed strangely.
"you dare!"
The murderous aura on Yi Zhixie's body suddenly exploded, and his eyes were fixed on He Junan.
It's just that He Junan was from Mo Daojun after all. Speaking of which, he was a tough guy who broke out in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. How could he be frightened by his mere words.
"Da Shanyu, considering the feud between our two clans, do you think my king dares or not?"
"One day, at most one day! I will give you one day to assemble the army. If you are still here at noon tomorrow, we will fight to the death!"
Yi Zhixie gritted his teeth and finally agreed, but he did not place the battlefield at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The foot of Yinshan Mountain is surrounded by mountains and water, but this is not a good place for the Huns cavalry.
After all, if the Han army retreats into the mountains and forests, they can only look at the forest and sigh.
What's more, the mountains and forests near Yinshan Mountain are dense.
Who knows if Liu Deng will arrange an ambush?
Whatever the reason, he was unwilling to change the battlefield.
"Okay, I will convey the wishes of the Great Chanyu to my king! However, I want to take these people away!"
Although it did not meet Liu Deng's psychological expectations, the result was acceptable.
After all, the Huns now have an absolute advantage. If they attack the city directly without hesitation, He Junan will not be able to do anything.
"If you want to take them away, then you have to see if you have the ability!"
Yi Zhixie sneered, and then waved directly.
A group of tall soldiers suddenly appeared among the Huns.
It's just that none of these people look like Huns at all, whether it's their hair color or their faces.
Huns are generally a head taller than ordinary Han people, but these people are actually a head taller than ordinary Huns.
If estimated in later generations, their height must be at least 2.2 meters.
What's even more outrageous is that each of these people only wears the simplest armor, but they all hold heavy weapons such as maces in their hands.
"Great Chanyu, what does this mean?"
Looking at the dying Han soldiers, He Junan asked again.
"I have heard for a long time that the Mo Dao Army is unparalleled in the world. Today I also want to see who is more powerful, your Mo Dao Army or these slaves of mine?"
When Yi Zhixie said this, his face was full of pride.
All of these people were carefully selected by him from the slaves in the Western Region. Not only were they tall and powerful, but they were also extremely powerful.
This was specially selected by him to deal with the Modao Army of the Han Army. Today, it was not easy for him to meet a general in the Modao Army.
He also wanted to see who was more ferocious compared to these people and Mo Daojun.
Anyway, the war is coming, and if we can find out the details of Modao Army, then even if all these people are dead, it will be worth the price of admission.
"Hahahaha, Da Shanyu, Mo Daojun will kill people if he takes action."
He Junan sneered and then said.
"As long as you have that ability, what if they all die? They are just some slaves. After they die, Shanyu still has more in his hands."
As usual, He Junan could completely ignore it, but now looking at the dying wounded Han soldiers, he really couldn't help it.
"I only brought 500 Modao troops today. In order not to bully them, let's ask them to send 1,000 people."
While He Junan was talking, he immediately turned over and dismounted.
"Very good, then I want to see if Mo Daojun is still the same as before!"
"Come and form a formation."
He Junan took a deep breath, and then waved his right hand directly.
In the team behind him, 500 Modao soldiers dismounted and came behind He Junan in a neat line with Modao in hand.
Yi Zhixie also waved his riding whip, and the messenger standing behind him immediately waved his flag.
Soon a team of a thousand people emerged from among the slaves. Although these people were all blond and blue-eyed, their burly figures really made the Huns immediately start to cheer.
"Brothers, it seems that the newly appointed Great Chanyu still cannot understand the current situation. Let us use the Mo Dao in our hands to demonstrate to the Great Chanyu what the Great Han Modao Army is!"
"promise!"
Unlike these Modao Army soldiers, the team of slaves from the Western Regions was very chaotic.
Many of them were originally either coolies or soldiers from small countries in the Western Regions.
Of course, there are no officers from the small countries in the Western Regions among them. After all, the Huns will not leave any hidden dangers.
"Mo Daojun, kill!"
In less than a quarter of an hour, the Huns' array began to change rapidly, and the 10,000 Han troops were directly blocked in the middle.
And the 500 Modao troops were now arranged into three neat lines. It seemed that they really didn't care about the outcome of this battle.
