In the void heaven, countless peach blossom petals left the peach trees. The peach blossoms rising in the wind made the entire sky extremely beautiful, and then they flew towards the void one after another.
Such a big movement has never happened since the creation of the void world. Luoling is not just going to send a heavy snowstorm, but it is going to push back the Xiongnu's national destiny by at least twenty years.
Hu has no luck for a hundred years. For a nomadic nation, if the destiny of the country is pushed back twenty years, and the peak period is pushed back twenty years, it may even never reach its peak again.
Because twenty years is an entire generation, enough for a farming country to accumulate strength. Such a change in the general trend of the world is possible at any price.
Among the shady mountains, the Huns watched helplessly as the sky, which had been clear just a moment ago, began to turn gray, and even their horses began to become restless.
Mao Dun didn’t think this had something to do with Luoling, because that’s how it is on the grassland. The weather changes at a moment’s notice. It was clear just now, but it can be violently stormy in a moment. In extreme cases, it can be clear three times in one afternoon, and three times in the next. rainstorm.
Then everyone heard a loud shout.
"The wind is coming!"
Luo Ling stood high on the boulder, looking down at everyone slightly, and a large number of luck points were invested into the God of the Four Seasons.
The artifact is activated!
The crunching sound echoed in Ji Zhao's ears.
Ji Zhao's pupils turned into a silvery white color and he looked at the sky. Under the blue sky on the surface, countless chains of rules and order were shining brightly. Most of them were trembling slightly. One of them came out from the void and connected with Luo Ling. The gods of the four seasons in his hands are linked together.
boom!
Thousands of miles of strong winds rose from the ground, and almost instantly swept up all the scattered objects on the grassland, and then a burst of dust flew up, and many Huns soldiers were blinded by the wind and sand.
If you raise your gaze to the sky, you can see an extremely horrifying scene. There are strong winds everywhere on the vast land of the Hetao Plain.
Luo Ling looked at this power that was almost only possessed by immortal gods in legends, and was also shocked in his heart. Compared with the Borrowing Dongfeng used in the past, it was so much stronger that he didn't know where. "The only pity is that this is a real change." As for the celestial phenomena, it is a bit difficult to cooperate with the army’s actions.”
Follow your words!
The Huns were so frightened that they didn't know what to say. Even Mao Dun was in fear of death. He didn't know what was going on. Maybe he guessed it but didn't want to believe it, but such a strong wind, coupled with the gradually gloomy weather, Sky, he knew he couldn't stay here anymore.
He was about to lead his army away from here, and then he heard someone shouting loudly: "Tornado, it's tornado."
Some people looked at the wind blowing on the grassland in horror. It was so powerful that it seemed to destroy everything. This kind of wind is the most terrifying only in grasslands, Gobi and deserts where there are no mountains to block it.
Everyone was dumbfounded. The Han nobleman really summoned a strong wind, and it was a tornado that destroyed everything. The Huns immediately knelt down.
"God, please protect all the people under the Yin Mountain. O noble God of Wind, we pray to you and offer sacrifices to you. Please restrain your anger."
Lamentations came and went.
The Huns' life was closely related to nature. Their fear of natural changes gave birth to their faith, so they worshiped nature very much.
In addition to the sky, the sun and the moon, wind, rain, thunder and lightning all have gods they believe in. Now they think that the gods are angry, and naturally they have to kneel down and beg for forgiveness.
"This is the anger of the supreme and holy King Su. Even your heaven cannot protect you."
Along with the strong wind, Luo Ling's voice filled almost every Huns' ears. It was so mysterious that everyone was surprised.
As for the nobles of the Huns, let alone the nobles of the Huns. The people who just praised Modu unconscionably, now have sharp eyes and are almost going to eat Modu.
Mao Dun was also afraid in his heart, but he was a true hero and knew that if he admitted his mistake now, the group of people behind him would immediately pounce on him and eat him alive.
He immediately suppressed the fear in his heart and said loudly: "It's just a real change in the weather. There's nothing to be afraid of. Leave here immediately. It seems like it's going to rain. Don't let the army get wet."
The wind that filled the space between heaven and earth was Luo Ling's microphone and ears. He naturally heard Mao Dun's words. Being able to talk about escape in such a high-sounding way was considered a talent.
The Xiongnu army stood on their horses in the strong wind and was about to retreat. Luo Ling's long voice reached everyone's ears again.
"Run away, run away, the entire south of Yinshan Mountain is the place of punishment for King Su, where can you escape to?
This is a punishment from the Supreme God. If you don’t pray for forgiveness, do you think you can escape?
rain?
When the blizzard falls, this place will be a dead place. "
Blizzard?
Everyone was stunned. They had seen snow falling in August. To the north of Yinshan Mountain, or even further north, snow could fall almost at any time, but where was this place?
This is a river!
This grassland has the most fertile grass and the most suitable climate. It is a land given by God to the people who lead the bow. How could there be a heavy snowfall in this season?
"Snow comes!"
Forcing blizzards to fall during this season is completely unscientific. The endless cold forcefully condenses ice crystals on the clouds.
In the myth of Ji Zhao's previous life, accomplished Taoist priests can use Zhengfa to ask the god of clouds and rain from heaven to summon wind, rain and thunder.
Luo Ling at this moment has the same purpose, but the only difference is that he is holding the God of the Four Seasons and giving orders to the heaven and earth, not as a request, but as an order!
The first snowflake was given to Mao Dun and fell gently on his neck. Mao Dun felt a sudden chill and reached out to touch it. It turned out to be snowflakes that turned into water.
Then countless snowflakes fell from the sky, like spreading salt. In just a few breaths, a layer of white fell on the grassland.
It's really snowing!
It’s really a blizzard at such a fast speed!
This is a devastating blow to the grassland, and countless livestock and people will die in this heavy snow.
Mao Dun's heart sank completely, as if he was falling into a bottomless abyss. There were countless things he wanted to say in his heart.
In the end, he just lamented, "God, why don't you send down your divine power?"
This sentence silenced the surrounding nobles who wanted to accuse Modun. Yes, what is the use of accusing Chanyu?
The gods of the Han people vented their anger wantonly on the grasslands, punishing us with violent winds and blizzards, but the gods we believed in did not appear. Are we mortals required to wave our swords at the gods?
God's will return to God, and man's will return to man. Their own gods cannot defeat the other's gods, so what can they do?
The faces of those who fled to the Xiongnu turned pale. Sure enough, Zhaogong Luoling had the ability to summon wind and snow. These people couldn't help but look at Mao Dun with resentment. They had already told Qian not to provoke him. If you insist on coming, now is the time. what to do?
"Kill that Han noble!"
Modun pointed at Luo Ling's figure in horror. The source of all fear was Luo Ling. As long as he killed him, maybe everything would disappear.
Mao Dun even drew his own bow to kill Luo Ling, but it was in vain.
There was a crazy wind blowing around Luo Ling. The place where he stood was like the eye of a tornado. Arrows could not enter at all and could not hurt him at all.
Faced with such a scene, Mao Dun and the Huns collapsed completely, with only one thought in their minds - to get out of here.
Everyone wants to leave this nightmare place. How could anyone control the snow on an entire grassland?
If this Han nobleman was so powerful, why did the Han emperor send a large army?
Yes!
As if grasping a life-saving straw, Mao Dun shouted out his guess loudly, "It must be snowing only at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. As long as we leave here, the great God will still protect us."
Luo Ling looked at this scene expressionlessly. The greatest despair in the world is that you clearly have hope, but after trying hard, you are told that the hope is false.
The Huns are about to experience this scene!
Fortunately, the wind had just started to blow, the snow had just fallen, and the changes on the grassland had not been drastic, so Mao Dun's order was successfully transmitted.
The Huns retreated so fast that some of the Huns who dismounted and knelt down to worship the God of Heaven and the Sun and the Moon were trampled to death by their horses before they even had time to mount their horses.
Each Xiongnu king controlled his own headquarters, so that there was no larger-scale trampling.
The horses were moving very fast, covering several miles in the blink of an eye, and then everyone was horrified to see that the mountains in the distance began to turn white.
It's snowing there!
It was snowing from the mountains to where they were standing now, and despair filled everyone's hearts.
"God!"
"Chanyu, is this God punishing us?"
"How are we going to survive?"
Countless voices surround Mao Dun, but he can't find any solution now. Even if he can stand here safely now, he is already an incredible hero.
He couldn't help but turn his head.
That Han nobleman was called Luo Ling.
Stand on the highest place!
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In the tenth year of the Han Dynasty, led by Han Xin, the Han Dynasty won a great victory over the Xiongnu, but this war did not change the strategic posture of both sides.
What really dealt a fatal blow to the grassland was the sudden unseasonal natural disaster and heavy snowfall.
"Historical Records" records, "When Duke Zhao was angry, he summoned wind and snow to cover the Hetao, leaving nothing behind."
Although the heavy snow could not be Zhaogong's summons, it can still be seen that this natural disaster covered a very wide area, and almost the entire Hetao was included.
The consequences of this heavy snowfall in a short period of time were extremely terrible. "The grassland was starving, half of the people and animals were dead, and there was a great epidemic. Bones were broken down thousands of miles under the slightest grass."
The external hidden dangers were suddenly resolved to a certain extent, and the Han Dynasty was able to quickly devote its energy to restoring national strength and start its own prosperous age. ——"The Rise and Fall of the Han Dynasty"
(End of chapter)
