The majestic army is like black clouds. There may be a poem that can perfectly describe the current situation.
"Dark clouds threaten to destroy the city."
At this time, isn't this boundless "black cloud" blocking countless rays of light on the emerald green grassland?
Pieces of clouds gathered together, then dispersed and merged again.
This is the army of Great Qin.
Mainly people from Lao Qin, with some people from other places mixed in.
Originally, the main force of the Meng family army has not changed for many years, and it has always been dominated by Lao Qin people.
But since life in Great Qin got better, people from other regions gradually began to join the Meng family army in the past two years.
In other words, the concept of "Old Qin people" is gradually declining.
Those who guard this concept are some old Qin people themselves. People in other places no longer think of themselves as "people of the old Zhao land", "people of the old Yan land", etc. They think of themselves as Qin people.
Therefore, when the concept of region gradually disappeared, only "Qin" remained.
Meng Tian stood in the tent and looked at this scene blankly. He could see the spirit of this army.
In fact, it is no different from the previous Meng Family Army. They are the same elites and have the same nerves, but they may not have the same concentration as the Meng Family Army.
This kind of cohesion cannot be developed overnight, but a tacit understanding that can only be developed through the continuous guidance of the commander, through battle after battle, and through constant cooperation with the comrades around him.
It is also the prerequisite and the only way for military commanders who want to become famous generals and have an army that they can command as if they are using their own arms.
At this time, Meng Tian was giving Han Xin this opportunity.
When Han Xin stepped onto the battlefield for the first time, it was his luck and the luck of Great Qin to have such a general who thought about him.
"I hope you can make great achievements and not let down the trust and hard work of Chen Fengchang and His Majesty."
Meng Tian looked at Han Xin in the distance and sighed softly.
When the army moved further and further away, Meng Tian turned around, walked into the tent, changed into a suit of armor, and looked ahead.
There was a bit of murderous look in his eyes.
This strangulation battle for the Xiongnu was very important. Naturally, we could not rely entirely on Han Xin. After all, Han Xin had not experienced a real bloody battle.
If something goes wrong with Han Xin, he, a veteran of many battles, will step in and try his best to recover the losses.
This is of course an unfair thing to the soldiers of Great Qin. Some people may die in this war.
But for the birth of an excellent general, this must be sacrificed.
Everyone in the Great Qin army had already realized this.
Meng Tian got on his horse and stared ahead, always ready.
He calmly ordered: "Have someone lie in wait in the valley that you have explored, and then order the scouts to always inquire about the news ahead."
"If you have any questions, report to me immediately!"
Next to Meng Tian, a soldier immediately responded: "Here!"
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In the Xiongnu tent
At this time, the atmosphere in the Xiongnu tent was still tense. Touman and Modun were staring at each other, and the weapons in the hands of the guards in the tent were pointing at each other.
Their numbers were evenly matched, and there was no winner outside yet, so they naturally didn't dare to act rashly.
Even Mao Dun, who was confident before, did not dare to act rashly now.
However, as soon as the results come out, the situation in the tent will immediately change.
No matter who wins, the other side goes absolutely crazy.
Touman sneered, stared into Modu's eyes, and said softly: "Boss, is this your preparation?"
"Do you really think that just this little thing can take away the position of the Wolf King?"
Modun stood there. Although he was very nervous at this time, his face did not show anything, as if he was confident.
"Father, you don't usually talk so much."
He laughed and said, "If you hadn't felt threatened, why would you have lost control at this time?"
After Mao Dun said this, he sighed softly: "To be honest, father, I don't want to do this because you forced me."
He stared into Touman's eyes: "You know what kind of successor can lead the Huns to greater glory."
"Only can the Xiongnu move towards a greater future."
"But for your selfishness and your so-called favor, you turned the Huns and the situation into what it is today."
"The situation our father and son are in now is entirely your fault."
When Touman heard this, he laughed angrily: "Is it all my problem?"
"Boss, do you dare to swear to the Immortal God?"
"You said there was no selfishness on your part. Didn't you start coveting my position early on?"
At this time, his face was broken, and Touman could not hide it at all. He said viciously: "Five years ago, you contacted your mother's tribe and wanted to do something. Do you really think you can hide it?" For life?"
"If Changshengtian hadn't still taken care of me that time, I'm afraid that this position would have been yours, right?"
Mao Dun's expression changed slightly. He looked at Tou Man, with a fierce look in his eyes.
How did Touman know about what happened at that time?
He squinted his eyes slightly, and then laughed loudly: "Father, what are you talking about? My son can't understand."
"Are you going to frame me for the sake of an unfulfilled young son?"
There was a bit of coldness in Mao Dun's voice, and a touch of sarcasm flashed across his face: "From the beginning to the end, you never regarded me as your son!"
Touman had a sarcastic look on his lips and was too lazy to say anything. He just stood there indifferently.
At this time, outside the tent.
The emerald green grassland had turned scarlet at this time, and everything was telling that a fierce war was taking place here.
And the war is still going on.
The wolf riders who used to be as close as brothers are now fighting together for their own masters. The grassland is littered with corpses and even remaining arms and other limbs.
The horses' heads, legs and other parts were also scattered on the ground, and there was blood everywhere. The blood had already dyed the grassland under them bright red.
At this time, this is no longer a grassland, but a "blood plain".
The war is still going on, and it seems that there is no winner or loser for a while.
.........
Still twenty miles away from the Xiongnu King's City, Han Xin led the army and slowed down.
The solemn Qin army ordered and prohibited and stood firm.
Dust in the distance rippled everywhere, burying the army.
Han Xin closed his eyes slightly, as if he was simulating something in his mind.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and exhaled slightly: "Let the whole army prepare and wait for half a stick of incense."
"After half a stick of incense, the whole army immediately set off and attacked quickly, aiming directly at the king's account!"
Military orders are like a mountain, passed down layer by layer.
The soldiers in the outer circle still held shields in their hands and stood upright. They were guarding, while the soldiers in the middle layer began to rest.
After a while, the soldiers slightly behind stood up, regained their gear, and went to replace the outermost soldiers.
Han Xin was riding on horseback, watching everything in the distance silently, with a little solemnity in his voice.
"Tell the scouts to pay attention at all times. If there is any change, report it immediately!"
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City of the Huns
The water in the lake was dyed bright red, and the smell of blood and corpses echoed in the air.
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The cavalry and soldiers in the battle seemed to have already decided the winner.
A man with a big knife in his hand stood there, with an extremely excited and proud smile on his lips.
After he cut off a soldier who wanted to attack him, he roared: "Kill!"
"Kill all these people!"
"Leave no one behind!"
His voice seemed to bring blood to the many soldiers who were fighting. In an instant, all his soldiers began to fight crazily!
That was a completely reckless fight, even if it meant exchanging one's own life for the death of another life.
In the king's account at this time.
When Mo Dun heard the roar of filial piety outside, he suddenly had a look of pride on his face.
What he was proud of was that he recognized who the roar belonged to.
It belongs to his uncle.
Why is it roaring? Why do you say kill all the remaining people? Because his uncle led the soldiers to victory.
And it was his father who also understood this.
Touman Khan stood in the tent, listening to the roar, his face instantly became extremely gloomy. He stared at Maodun not far away, his hand already on the long knife at his waist!
If he waits until the fighting outside ends, he will have no chance at all!
And if we can gain a short-term victory in this big tent at this time and control Maodun, then there is still a chance to reverse the situation of the battle!
"kill!"
A low and short sound sounded, and a fight broke out in the tent that was peaceful just now!
Countless guards took action instantly. They were all Touman's closest bodyguards and the most elite "Wolf Riders".
The sound of drawing a sword instantly sounded, and Maodun, who had been prepared to guard against them, also acted instantly.
The two forces instantly fought together.
In the small tent, there was the smell of blood and the sound of fighting everywhere.
It seemed that the war situation had extended from outside the tent to inside the tent.
The fighting continues.
Whether it's a fight inside the tent or a fight outside the tent.
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
Two miles away from the royal city, Han Xin was riding on horseback. The entire army had been preparing for a period of time, and then with his order, the entire army immediately began to attack!
In half an hour, they will be able to reach the King of the Huns!
The city of the Huns, which had just gone through civil strife, had absolutely no ability to resist!
At this stop, their goal is to capture the Xiongnu Chanyu!
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Daqin
The cold wind in winter is extremely cold, blowing everything around you constantly, making people feel a little helpless and emotional.
Chen Ke was sitting in the courtyard with several teacups in front of him.
He didn't like people who interfered with the manufacturing department, whether they were craftsmen or those who were favoring "scientific research".
However, human potential is always unlimited.
The wisdom of the ancients is also infinite. Many times they just lack a "first". Once they know that there is such a thing in the world, their wisdom will start to work.
This is "knowledge".
The several porcelain cups placed on the table in front of Chen Ke are the best proof.
At the beginning, Professor Chen Ke only gave the Manufacturing Department two types of porcelain: "celadon" and "white porcelain", but now the Manufacturing Department has sent him four or five types of porcelain.
"Xuan porcelain", "celadon", "white porcelain", "red porcelain", etc. Chen Ke even saw a set of "ice cracked" porcelain among them.
Chen Ke stretched out his hand and played with the ice-cracked tea cup in front of him, with admiration in his eyes.
This thing was originally burned by a craftsman and was going to be destroyed together, but Chen Ke accidentally saw it and took it back.
He was not sure if this was the so-called "ice crack", but Chen Ke praised the craftsman who made this thing with admiration.
After that, there will naturally be craftsmen and people from the manufacturing department who will create the most perfect ice cracks step by step.
In the tea cup, pieces of tea leaves are floating on it.
In fact, at the beginning, there were no tea leaves, and there was no such thing as "tea".
But Chen Ke always thinks, with a teacup, how can we live without tea?
So, he asked the First Emperor to send people to some places to look for tea. The most famous tea was naturally the "Dahongpao Mother Tree" in Wuyi Mountain.
The tea leaves in Chen Ke's tea cup were picked from that mother tree.
He gave this thing to Ying Zheng as a tribute, but Ying Zheng couldn't get used to this thing, so he casually gave it to Li Si and Chen Ke.
After taking a sip of tea, Chen Ke had a smile in his eyes.
Perhaps this is the most stable, stable and relaxed time he has had in the past year, right?
After all, there was nothing left for him to deal with.
Chen Ke squinted his eyes, drank all the tea in the cup with a look of enjoyment, and then said with emotion: "Is this the Dahongpao mother tree in Wuyi Mountain?"
"Drink it seriously..."
"It's no different from ordinary tea."
Chen Ke curled his lips. He felt like a rough man who couldn't appreciate the tea leaves of this mother tree at all.
It feels no different from drinking some ordinary tea in my previous life.
However, Chen Ke would only think about this in his mind and would never say it out loud. After all, he still wanted to save face.
"Borderland, I'm afraid there is news already, right?"
Chen Ke picked up the chess pieces on the table and threw them: "I don't know how I will take them."
"Han Xin, the soldier immortal, will not disappoint me."
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Account of the King of the Huns
The long sword in Touman's hand was already chipped, and there were few people around him still standing.
There were still many people around Modun.
The fighting outside the big tent has stopped.
The winner of this war may have been decided.
