Established a thousand-year family from the end of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 55 The Second Achievement ([-])
"Wang Hui, cut yourself off!"

"Your Majesty... me!"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I'll let you kill yourself!!!"

"But Your Majesty, although I failed to kill a single Hun, I managed to get [-] soldiers back alive!"

"I will let you kill yourself!!!"

"The Huns have an army of [-]. Even if I catch up with them, I will give away their heads in vain. It's not because I'm cowardly, but because I have nothing to do. Your Majesty, please give me another chance to take the blame and make meritorious deeds, Your Majesty!!!"

"Wang Hui! I told you to kill yourself! Are you deaf?!"

Weiyang Palace in Chang'an City
Emperor Liu Che's face was full of anger. For the first time in his life, he counterattacked the Huns, and for the first time formulated a plan to ambush the Huns.

As a result, a lot of food and grass were wasted in vain, but not even a single Hun was killed!Not a single one was killed!
How does this make people in the world think of him as an emperor?How would those peacemakers laugh at him as the emperor?
Damn it!

If I had known it earlier, I wouldn’t have discussed this strategy in the court. I will not be wrong. The strategy of my 30 army to ambush is definitely right.

It must be Han Anguo's peaceful factions who are talking about my strategy everywhere, so they let the Huns know about this plan in advance, otherwise, my first battle must be beautiful, and these peaceful factions deserve to die!
And this Wang Hui should die too!
This trash has failed me!
I had high hopes for him and gave him the opportunity to make contributions, but he didn't even kill a single Hun!
Damn him!
The first time he launched a counterattack against the Huns, he suffered such a comical failure. The emperor had to kill Wang Hui anyway. Firstly, it was to vent his anger, and secondly, someone was responsible for this ridiculous war.

"Wang Hui, I'm going to give you one last chance, will you kill yourself or not?" The emperor's patience is disappearing, if he still refuses to kill himself, then it's not killing Wang Hui alone.

"Your Majesty... minister, minister, voluntarily commit suicide..." Wang Hui was desperate. The emperor insisted on his death, no matter how he explained it.
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Beyond the Great Wall
Monan Grassland
Although the Huns relied on plundering to survive, they also had their own logistics troops. First, sometimes the plundering might not be successful, and second, they also needed supplies on the way to plundering.

However, their supply is a little different from that of the Central Plains in that the supply method of the Xiongnu army in the early stage was to rely on thousands of grassland herdsmen to drive a large number of cattle, sheep and livestock to follow behind, and only after entering the depths of the Han area did they rely on looting Han materials were used as supplies.

And when the main force of the Xiongnu went deep into the Han land to plunder, those unarmed grassland herdsmen would stay on the Han-Hungarian border, ready to serve as livestock for the noble lords who came back from the looting of the Han land to carry those goods.

Not all grassland people will go south to plunder, this is how they gather and plunder.

A Xiongnu noble selects a few strong ones from herdsmen and slaves under his jurisdiction, and asks them to ride horses, bring bows, arrows and sabers to gather with the upper-level nobles, and finally gather at the Shan Yuting one by one, and follow Shan Yu to the south .

So whenever the Huns went south to plunder, the grassland was at its weakest, leaving only a bunch of women, children, old people, disabled people, sick people, etc. on the huge grassland.

On a prairie to the northeast of Wuzhou Sai, a group of prairie herdsmen who were forcibly conscripted by the Xiongnu nobles to the front line as livestock are carefully tending and milking their cattle and sheep.

As herdsmen, they are naturally not qualified to eat mutton. Goat milk and horse milk are their food, while mutton and beef are the food of nobles.

At this time, many horseshoes sounded in the distance.

Tread-tap-

"Did our lord come back?" An old Hun man muttered to himself in his own tribal language while stroking the curly hair of a lamb while looking at the black dots that appeared on the horizon in the distance.

The Xiongnu did not have a unified cultural language, and each small tribe had its own language.

In essence, the Xiongnu is a tribal alliance with the Xiongnu tribe as the core and integrated hundreds of small tribes in the grassland. However, because the Xiongnu tribe is the core, the language of the Xiongnu tribe has also become the lingua franca of the entire Xiongnu. Ordinary herdsmen and slaves Maybe they can't speak the common language of the Huns, but those nobles of the Huns will definitely.

If the aristocrats looted good things from the Central Plains, they would usually reward them with some lowly herdsmen slaves by the way. Of course, it is impossible for the golden woman silk, which is exclusive to the aristocrats, and the rewards they can get are often a few. A piece of worn linen clothes. If you are lucky, you can get some complete clothes that are smelly in the Central Plains.

But if the aristocrats lost troops in the Central Plains and hadn't plundered much property, then they, herdsmen and slaves, would be miserable and often became the target of venting.

Whether it is a big man or a grassland, the people at the bottom are equally miserable, but these people at the bottom are powerless to resist their own upper class, and can only hope that their upper class can defeat the opponent's upper class, so that their own upper class will exploit as much as possible The bottom layer of the other party, while reducing the exploitation of oneself.

Just as the herdsmen and slaves were looking forward with hope to the nobles returning from plundering more wealth from the Han people, those black spots in the distance could finally be seen clearly.

All the herdsmen and slaves were terrified when they saw the flags and armor of the cavalry.

"It's the Han army!"

"Run!"

"Have our adults been defeated by the Han? Why did these Han troops appear on the grassland?"

Grassland herdsmen hurriedly packed up their things and drove their cattle and sheep to escape.

These poor herdsmen are reluctant to abandon their cattle and sheep even if they run away, because they will starve to death if they abandon them.

How can it be possible to run fast while driving cattle and sheep?

It didn't take long for those Han troops to catch up.

The leading general of the Han army shot through the back of a grassland herdsman, and the blood-red gun head pierced the herdsman's chest.

"grandfather!!!"

A Hun girl on horseback saw this scene, cried and screamed miserably, and turned around to save her relatives.

"Run!"

The dying old herdsman's lips trembled slightly, and he persuaded the girl who had rushed back.

However, his voice was so small that no one could hear it except himself.

puff-

At the moment when the old herdsman was dying, he saw the scene he least wanted to see. Another cavalryman of the Han army rushed forward and shot his granddaughter in the chest. The blood splashed on the grass, dyeing the tender green grass seeds red. .

"what--"

"help me--"

The poor people at the bottom of the prairie were not only enslaved by their Xiongnu nobles, but also slaughtered by the soldiers of the Han army, and fell in a pool of blood one by one.

They all spoke tribal language, which the Han army officers and soldiers naturally couldn't understand, and even if they understood it, they couldn't stop. After all, these were all military exploits, and they were their hope of getting promoted and making a fortune.

But in the crowd, a Chinese-speaking prairie man knelt on the ground and shouted at the Han soldiers: "Don't kill me, I am willing to be the leader, and I will take you to find the grazing areas of other prairie herdsmen and slaughter more grasslands." Herdsmen."

Gradually, all the grassland herdsmen were slaughtered. Only this Chinese-speaking grassland man survived. The leader of the Han army officer asked him with a sneer: "What's your name?"

"Kenuohun, the villain's name is Kenuohun. He used to be a Hun nobleman, but his ancestors offended other big nobles. Now our family has fallen, and I myself have become a slave of another Hun nobleman. My lord, please You accept my surrender, and I am willing to lead your warriors to kill these bug-like prairie people." The Huns knelt down at the feet of the Han army officer humbly.

"Yes." The Han officer replied with a chuckle.

"May I ask you your name?" Although adults in the Han area refer to their elders, remote ethnic groups such as the Xiongnu obviously do not have this rule, so after they learned Chinese, they directly borrowed the Chinese word "adult" to refer to nobles, The superiors.

"Are you worthy of knowing the name of our military marshal?" A Han soldier beside him snorted coldly.

"It doesn't matter! I just want to put my name on the grasslands, so that I can be famous in history." The Han army officer smiled lightly, and then said to the Huns leading the way: "Huns, remember my name, the Han army! Marquis of the Flying Tiger, Wang Changzhi!"

(End of this chapter)