81 This Battle, Follow the Cavalry (Part 2)

Huo Qubing: Born as a Han Dynasty official, he initially followed the cavalry to fight in Yuyang.

Anyone in the world, except children, can see the nobles' intention to not cooperate.

They thought that Ji An and Huo Yan were pushovers who just liked to play tricks, and that the Wine Industry Bureau was all talk and no action.

Unfortunately, they got the wrong person this time.

If Huo Yan wants to kill someone, he usually won't keep the person overnight.

Before those playboys left, Huo Yan's transfer order came, and the state-owned winery quickly replaced the winery officials with new ones. These winery officials were picked up by Chunyu Tiying and adopted by Huo Yan. In terms of education, they were definitely not as educated as those around the doctors, but at least they were forced by Huo Yan to read a few books, and they were considered top students in the Han Dynasty where the average illiterate people were illiterate.

Like the military medical doctors, they had developed their skills at the Chang'an Winery in their teens and were assigned to the winery by Huo Yan as management trainees. However, whenever there was a vacancy for a winery official, Huo Yan would select those who could take on the responsibility and go to the local area with the masters assigned from the Chang'an Winery to oversee the construction of the winery.

The children were originally happy, finally able to prove their abilities to their little grandfather. But then they encountered their biggest obstacle: the group of dandies parading around Chang'an. When Huo Yan assigned each of them a dandy, their hearts sank.

"Little Aung, I don't want it."

Xiaoke, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, cried out in pain and lay on the head of Huo Yan's desk, acting coquettishly.

Perhaps because he is a mixed-race of Xiongnu and Han people, this child has naturally curly hair that always looks fluffy.

Huo Yan was originally touched by the cuteness, but when he heard the word "Ah Weng", his face darkened for a moment.

"I've told you eight hundred times, you're not allowed to call me Aung!"

Xiaoke continued to act coquettishly.

"Little Daddy."

Huo Yan: Get out!

A group of people surrounded Huo Yan and acted coquettishly. At this time, a girl came in, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

The children automatically made way for her the moment she entered. She greeted Huo Yan and quickly dismounted the furry bear from his lap. Then she clasped her fists together, appearing swift and decisive. "Little Daddy, if that Kong family member did something unjust, could I kill him mid-route and then take his talisman to become an official?"

The big sister of the winery, Zhao Xiniang asked coldly, the hideous scar on half of her face now just looked a little pale, unlike normal skin and flesh, and her voice sounded like someone who had been killing fish for ten years at RT-Mart.

Because Zhao Xiniang's mother was run over and killed in the street by a local playboy, she sold herself into slavery, endured for three years, and finally slaughtered the beast. When Chunyu Tiying found her, she had been thrown into a mass grave, her face bruised by whips. With only one breath left, she was still struggling to move her fingers.

She wants to live, she shouldn't pay for the life of an animal.

Zhao Xiniang hated playboys the most in her life, so she thought that if this man bullied men and women and took advantage of his power to bully others, she would kill him halfway.

Huo Yan was not surprised by her reaction. He imitated Wei Qing's usual behavior and gently placed his hand on Zhao Xinniang's shoulder. His almond-shaped eyes were clear and showed deep tenderness.

"A bride has great ambitions and shouldn't waste her future on someone who isn't worthy."

Zhao Xiniang lowered her head, her lips pursed until they turned pale, and she listened to Huo Yan say, "If he doesn't obey, use the method I taught you to make him fall asleep. As long as he goes to suppress others on time, you will be responsible for the rest. Xiniang, you are the tax collectors I have chosen for the thirty-six counties of the Han Dynasty."

You are my support.

Zhao Xiniang understood what he had left unfinished, and everyone understood it.

They all clasped their fists together, and then together coaxed those playboys into becoming their grandsons on the road, and then together sidelined those playboys.

Yingdong.

When Kong's neurotic family member came, Zhao Xiniang and everyone else in the winery smiled.

The Kong family's men were about to drag him away, but were stopped by a white hand.

"No." Zhao Xiniang pointed at Kong's son and said, "His position was specially granted by Your Majesty because of his loyal and righteous family. He has failed Your Majesty by resigning his authority without reason. Now he can only stay here until we write a letter to Your Majesty to explain the matter. After Your Majesty makes the decision, he can return with you."

The man led by the Kong family was unwilling to accept the defeat and insisted on taking the son of the Kong family away. Then he heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed. Zhao Xiniang's face was cold and hard, and the sword was pointing directly at his neck. The man felt goose bumps on his neck and shivered as the cold sword touched him.

"Look carefully where this is!"

After she finished speaking, Kong Shizi was the first to disagree. He was about to show his old arrogance and order the helpers and masters in the winery to beat Zhao Xiniang. He also ridiculed and mocked Zhao Xiniang, calling her an ugly monster.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiniang didn't try to coax him this time as usual. She directly called out to the people he wanted to call and beat up the Kong family. The Kong family member who was shouting was knocked to the ground by her punch. Zhao Xiniang shook her hands and punched him again, hitting him until his cheeks were red and swollen and his nose was bleeding. Only then did she slowly smile as if she had finally let out her anger and wiped her hands with a handkerchief.

“This is my territory.”

This scene of group fighting appeared in every corner of the Han Dynasty. Almost every dude was beaten up and forced to stay.

How could the wealthy families bear such injustice? As the emperor was far away, they ordered people to smash the wine utensils whenever the government-run wine shop was served.

These newly arrived wine officials did not cry or make a fuss, but only focused on producing wine, lowering the price of state-owned wine lower and lower.

They were feeling smug, not realizing that their thundering attack was gathering strength.

Xuanshi Hall in Chang'an.

Huo Yan lay prostrate in front of the green jade steps like a crane with broken wings. He knelt behind Ji An, the wide sleeves of his dark robe soaked with tears.

"Your Majesty, those people I recommended," the young man suddenly choked up, the jade pendant around his waist jingling. "They were forced to return home by their own family. How can they be considered loyal and righteous? They are clearly playing a trick on me. I am ashamed to have recommended them to Your Majesty. They are truly ungrateful to Your Majesty!"

As he spoke, another big tear fell.

"Your Majesty! They are forcing me to die. How can I face your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty, please let me die. How can such a family be called loyal and righteous? Your Majesty! Since they took office, I have never criticized them. I only hope that they can become useful people. Yet, they allow people to destroy things. This is not only destroying my heart, but also hurting the reputation of the Emperor!"

Ji An's linen robe trembled, and the old minister's face flushed red, clearly filled with anger. Sang Hongyang's chest heaved with rage, and Lord Father Yan began to curse, while Zhang Tang and the others felt a chill in their hearts, stealthily raising their eyes to peek at the emperor.

Sure enough, the corners of the king's lips were tense under his crown.

Huo Yan was crying bitterly, holding in his hand the letter that Zhao Xinniang had sent from Yingchuan by express horse. The ink marks of "Kong's Destroying Officials" were still fresh on the letter.

"I don't want to live anymore. I have been deeply blessed by the Emperor until now. I feel so sorry for my uncle who has devoted himself to serving the country. I feel so sorry for Your Majesty!"

As he spoke, he stood up and pretended to jog towards the pillars in the hall.

"If Your Majesty is humiliated, I will die!"

He rushed all the way, and the ministers were in an uproar, rushing to stop him. Before Ji An could react, he saw the young man's black robe with wide sleeves billowing like crow feathers, and the green jade at his waist jingling. He coughed uncontrollably and grabbed Zheng Dangshi, coughing and shouting, "Quick, quick, stop him!"

Sang Hongyang and Zhufu Yan were terrified and were about to rush forward to grab him, "Ah Yan, don't hit him!"

It was the first time that Imperial Censor Gongsun Hong met Huo Yan, but he suddenly saw a darkly embroidered golden cloud pattern passing by quickly. It was the craftsmanship of the palace. Before he could react, he suddenly remembered how Liu Che taught the young man how to draw the bow during the spring hunting in the second year of Yuanshuo, and then the old bones also ran forward behind Zhang Tang.

"Master Huo!"

[Yan'er, what a collision!]

[Bao, just a token of your appreciation will do!]

[What are you bumping into?!]

The entire hall was in chaos. Huo Yan rushed forward, and then there was a soft thud. At the moment his forehead hit the Panlong Pillar, Liu Che's tiger's mouth had already clamped his jaw.

"You bastard! You want to die at the drop of a hat! It's just us two being fooled, so fool me back, you hear me! If you stay alive, I won't die, and neither will you!"

Huo Yan was being pinched by Liu Che's neck like a snake, "Uncle."

The young man's eyes were filled with tears, another big one.

"They used me to hit you in the face, and I was angry."

Liu Che's hair was a little messy. The hand that was pinching his neck slowly loosened, letting him roll back and stand still.

"What does it have to do with you if those people are ignorant of the current situation?"

All the ministers breathed a sigh of relief.

Huo Yan stood obediently behind Ji An, his eyes red.

Ji An said nothing, but Lord Father Yan stepped forward with concern and fixed his hair. Sang Hongyang scolded him slowly for being stubborn, but he refused to stop and wiped Huo Yan's face with his handkerchief. Huo Yan was usually just acting, but now that he was with Lord Father Yan, he seemed to be feeling a little aggrieved, and he twisted his clothes to wipe his tears.

Liu Che was up there, and seeing him crying, he was even more furious at those ignorant people. He said, "They like to smash things, so I will give them wine. I will give them poison."

The emperor's eyes were like knives.

[These powerful people are like old men who hang themselves because they think their lives are too long.]

[But Ah Yan, are we going to kill them now?]

[They can't die now!]

[The country needs stability. Uncle and Qubing are still at war!]

[Your Majesty is so handsome!]

All the ministers bowed their heads, and no one dared to touch the angry emperor.

Only the sobbing young man crawled forward on his knees. Huo Yan waved his sleeves and bowed, his head pressed firmly against the cold bluestone bricks.

"Your Majesty, please have mercy on the soldiers in the army. It's not easy to conquer the Xiongnu. Let each of them pay 10,000 gold coins as compensation for their lives, and then we can buy more weapons for the soldiers." The young man's eyelashes were stained with tears, and his eyes were still red. He said in a dull voice, "It doesn't matter if I suffer injustice."

Uncle, please be patient. Even though they deserve to die, they are richer than us. Please be patient.

If he didn't say it, Liu Che wouldn't be angry. But as soon as he said it, Liu Che's finger joints turned white.

I can never bear to be wronged in this life.

The emperor and his minister sat and knelt like this. After a moment, Liu Che sneered, "My Ah Yan's grievances are worth ten thousand gold, and my grievances are worth a million gold. Ah Yan's grievances, Ah Yan doesn't care about them and will just let them deal with my grievances."

The emperor glanced around and said, "I can't get close..."

Zhang Tang immediately stepped out of the group, bowed slightly, and said coldly, "If you offend the emperor, your property will be confiscated and your clan will be exterminated."

Liu Che's lips curled up slightly, and he felt a sigh of relief in his heart. "Leave this matter to the court."

Zhang Tang agreed, and then he turned to look at Huo Yan with the look of a useless child.

Huo Yan lowered his head to hide his triumphant smile. Liu Che only saw the corners of his lips turning pale under his gaze.

This means he feels that I am disappointed in him. Never mind. It is a good thing that Ayan follows Zhongqing and is kind and gentle.

After a long time, Liu Che glanced at his ministers. Gongsun Hong knew that he couldn't bear to see Huo Yan kneeling, so he immediately gave him a way out. Then he let Huo Yan stand up. Huo Yan silently retreated behind Ji An and received kind and sympathetic looks from the people around him.

The Hanwu court officials, especially those close to Emperor Wu, were all intelligent and self-perceived villains. They had initially assumed Huo Yan, who grew up next to Emperor Wu, was a kindred spirit due to his first appearance. Unexpectedly, Huo Yan turned out to be a pure young man. No one thought Huo Yan was faking it, but rather that he inherited Wei Qing's kindness and generosity. After all, they believed they were seeking death because of the injustice Emperor Wu suffered, and they would not face Emperor Wu's wrath for someone who had offended them.

They hate and look down on people who are similar to them, but they cannot have any bad intentions towards kind, frank and brave people, because such people will not try to harm them.

Huo Yan suddenly gained a lot of favorability under the gaze of the ministers, and then smiled shyly, "This humble official was distracted for a moment. Thank you all for stopping this humble official."

The ministers loved him even more.

[What a beautiful white lotus that emerges from the mud without being stained.]

[This kid drank too much green tea...]

[The tea is full of tea.]

[Little tea-flavored fox…]

[Actually, the reason we can't drink tea is simply because the little tea fox isn't drinking tea for us.]

[Hahaha, Ah Yan's crying made my heart move, just like Concubine Qi.]

[Beautiful, [Little Tea Fox Crying Picture]]

…

Gongsun Hong couldn't help but look at them both more.

Such a kind-hearted young man was indeed ordered by old Ji An last time. He becomes more and more cunning as he gets older.

He did it himself, but he doesn't admit it. Now he is hiding behind someone else's child and using the child as a shield.

His gaze was so explicit that it was difficult for Ji An to ignore it.

It was a recognized fact that Lord Ji had a bad temper, so he just fought against them. Ji An quarreled with Liu Che, Zhang Tang, and Gongsun Hong over a single word.

Lord Ji was good in every way, neither greedy nor corrupt, but he was born at the wrong time. Ji An believed in the Huang-Lao school of thought and advocated a policy of inaction and tranquility. If he had been born twenty years earlier and followed Emperor Wen from the beginning, he wouldn't have been engaged in daily debates with scholars. Unfortunately, he was born during the reign of Emperor Jing and followed Liu Che.

Due to the policy of unification of the dynasty, Emperor Liu Che was devoted to Confucianism, respected Gongsun Hong, conquered the Xiongnu, and further proved his ambition and fame. He employed cruel officials such as Zhang Tang. Zhang Tang and others relied on Emperor Liu Che, and occasionally, in order to win his favor, they were too harsh on the legal provisions, slandered others with clever words, framed others with crimes, prevented the truth from being revealed, and used winning a case as a capital to seek credit.

Ji An often denigrated Confucianism, publicly criticizing Gongsun Hong and his ilk for their cunning and deceitful nature, seeking to curry favor with their master. His rhetoric was so sharp, his grammar so ruthless, that Huo Yan sometimes suspected that, aside from his uncle, there wasn't a single person among the emperor's closest officials who didn't hate him.

Even Emperor Wu of Han disliked him and sought to find a pretext for his death. However, Master Ji's family lineage included officials, his ancestors having enjoyed the favor of the ancient Wei monarch. By the seventh generation, he had held the positions of minister and official in the imperial court. Thanks to his father's recommendation, Ji An became the Crown Prince's groom during the reign of Emperor Jing, a testament to his family's rich heritage. Yet, even such a man, so upright and honest, lived a simple and impoverished life. Perhaps for this reason, Emperor Wu of Han could find no fault with Ji An and could only allow him to lead a simple life, a life of extreme foulmouthedness.

Ji An weighed a hundred pounds, ninety-nine percent of which were bones.

Huo Yan listened to Ji An's harsh and ungrateful words, stole a glance at the veins on his uncle's forehead throbbing with joy, and secretly smiled.

There's no way around it, he really likes seeing his uncle get humiliated.

Liu Che was furious. Zhang Tang, who was called a scourge to the country, straightened his back and responded with sarcasm without saying a word.

The Imperial Censor Gongsun Hong used an anti-routine, and Ji An said that he held an important position as one of the Three Dukes, but had a high salary but only covered himself with a coarse quilt, which was a deception of the world to gain fame. This man admitted it very frankly, and won the favor of his uncle, so it was obvious that he was a big shot.

Lord Father Yan was still agreeing with Liu Che. This guy was disliked by everyone, but he had calmed down a bit recently. Ji An was too lazy to criticize him.

Sang Hongyang wisely kept silent. After all, he was just a small minister now, and Ji An did not scold him.

Some people often say that women love to argue. Then they should all come to the time of Emperor Wu of Han to listen to the debates of his ministers. Perhaps then they will realize that the sharp words of these men are more powerful than the quacking of ten thousand ducks.

Huo Yan thought inappropriately that after Lord Father Yan's death, everyone should have nothing to talk about, after all, this crosstalk was still a dialogue.

After Ji An finished his verbal attack, he silently took the blame for Huo Yan's decision to allow the playboy to come to Beijing and condone the dog-eat-dog situation.

That’s right, I am the mastermind.

Huo Yan thought that since Lord Ji was a righteous man, he might as well join in the conversation, but then he was shot by the rage-seeking Lord Ji.

Renrou doesn't value her life and doesn't appreciate her blessings at all. Bad review.

Huo Yan shut his chattering mouth. He was far inferior to Ji Gong.

[Hahaha, you got scolded.]

…

Three quarters past midnight, at the northern foot of the Yin Mountains.

The strong wind swept up the snow and hail, turning the sky and the earth into chaos, leaving only a small moon. The snow grains suddenly became dense like salt, and only the whistling sound of the wind remained between heaven and earth.

Eight hundred cavalrymen galloped against the wind, each horse holding a piece of wood in its mouth, and the sound of their hooves was drowned in the north wind.

Huo Qubing crouched against his horse's neck, feeling the warm breath of his mount brushing against his frozen fingers. After three days and three nights of rushing, they had bypassed all Xiongnu outposts like ghosts, and were now only twenty miles from the location marked by the wolf's head.

"Captain!" the scout was nearly blown off his horse by the strong wind as he dismounted. "There's a large Xiongnu camp in the valley ahead. Judging by the wolf-shaped flags, it's at least the headquarters of the Left Wise King!"

Huo Qubing lay in hiding behind a hill. The armor of the eight hundred warriors behind him blended into the night, with only the faint light of one or two torches flickering in the wind.

"Northeast wind," he turned to Zhao Po Nu and raised his lips, blood oozing from his cracked lips. "Po Nu, do you smell the roasted mutton fat?"

Zhao Po Nu nodded and licked his lips.

"Captain, it must smell delicious!"

Huo Qubing laughed, lit the kerosene lamp with the tip of his knife, and gave a brief order, "Two hundred men will follow me into the battle, and the rest will be divided into three teams. Use flaming arrows to burn their food and horse stables."

Zhao Po Nu grabbed his reins and said, "There are too few of us. Why don't we wait for the general?"

"What are you waiting for?" Huo Qubing laughed, like grains of salt snow falling into his tightly tied bun, but suddenly turning into water. Snow could not stop the young man as fierce as thunder and fire. "Waiting for the Chanyu to come to your aid?"

Huo Qubing drew his sword suddenly, and the sword light reflected the watery moon and eight hundred pairs of burning eyes.

"Mount your horses, night attack!"

The old times have passed. Wei Qing made the Huns feel pain and broke their bones. Huo Qubing will crush the Huns' bones, flesh and faith together.

The whereabouts of the Xiongnu camp twenty miles away should have been obscured by the wind and snow, but the young general's hawks and dogs along the way were more discerning than prairie wolves. He untied the wine bag from his horse, filled with the strong alcohol Huo Yan had prepared for him. As he tossed it to his personal guard, the gilded arm guard on his wrist made a resonant sound.

"The one who burns the stables, follow me." The horse snorted loudly and turned into white mist. Huo Qubing touched the horse's head and looked into eight hundred pairs of eyes. These were his soldiers and horses, these were his hands and feet on the battlefield.

"My men, follow me to achieve great things!"

He drew a whistling arrow from his quiver, and the bronze arrowhead whistled through the air. The eight hundred Han cavalrymen split the night sky like swords, and the sword light was like snow.

The last sound the Huns heard was the crisp sound of torches hitting the felt tent.

That night, the moment the flames erupted, the entire grassland erupted in a tizzy. Two thousand frightened war horses tore through the straw ropes, dragging the burning stables with them as they charged. Huo Qubing, with his three hundred cavalry, drove the frightened horses into a torrent of death. Thousands of burning horses overturned the deer camp, and the Xiongnu warriors were reduced to pulp under their iron hooves. Amidst the chaos, Huo Qubing burst into the golden tent, and with his bowl-sized horse hoof, he kicked the flag-carrying Xiongnu leader into the fire. The crossbow in his hand fired a rapid succession of arrows. The young man weighed the crossbow in his hand, his lips curled up high. Ah Yan's things are really useful.

In my peripheral vision, blood spurted from the throats of seven Hun centurions holding torches as they ran out of the tent.

"My men! Now is the time to make an achievement!" The young man's clear shout pierced through the sea of fire. The newly cast iron ring-handled sword chopped through the Huns who were blocking the way. The men on horseback attacked the enemy tirelessly.

The three Xiongnu guards were barely awakened when their chests were pierced like a string of candied haws. Blood cascaded onto their silver armor, instantly freezing. Huo Qubing flicked the blood from his sword, his almond-shaped eyes fixed on the golden-roofed tent thirty steps away. The sharp blade of his sword sliced through the curtains of the tent's door.

Ruo Houchan, the great-grandfather of the Xiongnu Chanyu, was roaring and gathering his personal guards. When the sound of tearing silk was heard, his shrill roar was suddenly stuck in his throat. In the light of the fire in front of the tent, the silver-armored general who caused everything was actually a young boy with tied hair who was not even twenty years old!

“Who are you!”

Isn’t Wei Qing the only one in the Han army?

Huo Qubing smiled, the tip of his knife and the corners of his lips were stained with blood. Under the flickering light of the fire, he looked like a god.

His extremely handsome appearance did not seem out of place in the bloody scene, but only made people feel terrified.

He is the master of this battlefield, with the power of life and death.

"Han army's cavalry commander, Huo Qubing."

The young man said this, waving the knife in his palm.

"Huo Qubing..." The Shanyu's grandfather fell in a pool of blood, with the scimitar still in his hand.

As terrible as Wei Qing is Huo Qubing.

Huo Qubing's ring-handled sword split open the wolf-head bronze armor on his chest, and with the tip of his saber, he picked up the blood-stained seal and threw it to the guards behind him, "He is the father who went it alone."

The guards all laughed out loud. Suddenly, the sound of killing shook the heavens outside the tent. Zuo Xian Wang's cavalry had finally organized a counterattack. Huo Qubing tore down the wolf flag from the tent and wrapped it around his trophy. He had just seen an opportunity to dodge. Ah Yan would surely like it. He dodged the incoming arrow, letting it strike his left shoulder armor. The young man turned and cut off the arrow, then drew his bow and drove the arrow into the eye socket of the eagle archer a hundred paces away.

Huo Qubing led his men into the enemy camp, his ring-handled sword gleaming like a crescent moon, shattering every horse and soldier in his path. By the time the Xiongnu finally saw that this was a young man, not yet a man of age, his head had already fallen to the ground, leaving only a winding river of blood on the grass.

The young general broke open the golden tent in the middle and stepped on the back of the neck of Shanyu's uncle Luo Gubi with his blood-stained boots. Shanyu's uncle was still chanting Changshengtian when Huo Qubing knocked him unconscious with a knife, allowing him to have a brief meeting with Changshengtian.

At dawn, more than 3,000 Hun corpses were lying in disorder on the grass.

Huo Qubing knelt on one knee in a pool of blood, using the sword of a fallen soldier to cut off the head of Luo Gubi, the uncle of Zuo Xian Wang. His armor was no longer visible, but was covered in red and black bloodstains. Blood flowed down his hand, forming a small pool.

Thanks to Huo Yan's willingness to spend money, the Han army, with better military equipment, had more than a hundred more survivors than in history. Seven hundred elite soldiers gathered one after another, and each of them had frozen blood clots stuck in the cracks of their armor.

Zhao Po Nu's voice trembled as he counted the results of the battle. "Three thousand and twenty-eight people were beheaded, and three members of the Xiongnu royal family, the Chanyu's father, the Prime Minister, and the head of the Xiongnu clan were captured..."

"Yes." The morning sun was rising above Huo Qubing's blood-stained shoulder armor. The young man's eyes seemed brighter than the morning light. "That's not enough! I'll take you further north and contribute to the eternal life of the Han Dynasty!"

The snowfield suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and then erupted into an earth-shaking roar.

"Long live the Han Dynasty!"

"Cut off your left ear and ask for the credit yourself."

The eight hundred soldiers cheered.

The land of the Xiongnu further north.

"Huo Qubing..." The surviving Archer knelt on the grass and murmured, "Great Changshengtian! He is not a human, he is the Wolf King of Qilian Mountain..."

【Author’s words】

I am really impressed by myself. When Huo Xiaoyan was crying, I always imagined Concubine Qi. Really, I felt pity for her.

He just wanted to kill people and bring down Liu Che, even if he didn't die.

In the next chapter, Huo Xiaoyan will use another ruthless move to completely take over the wine industry.

According to the Book of Han, in the Chronicle of Emperor Wu, in the spring of the sixth year of Yuanshuo, General Wei Qing led six generals and more than 100,000 cavalrymen out of Dingxiang and beheaded more than 3,000 people.

According to the Book of Han, the Xiongnu Chronicle, the court of the Right Wise King was located at the northern foot of the Yin Mountains.

The historical records state that "they beheaded 2,228 captives, including the prime minister and the head of the household, beheaded the Chanyu's great-grandfather Xingji Ruohouchan, and captured alive the Chanyu's youngest uncle Luo Gubi.

Get rid of the disease, ah ah ah [come on]

Irresponsible Little Theater

A Yan: My brother is so handsome!!!

Ah Yan: Brother, money, lots of money. I'll give you all the money I earned from selling people.

Qubing: My brother cried. Why? Oh, for money. Huh? You mean my brother cried to get money from those powerful people (frowning). Shouldn't those people take the initiative to give the money to Ah Yan?

Ah Yan: Brother~ (Little Daji in the human world)

Qubing: You are weak and can't stand the cold. Go back and eat meat. I'll go and check on them for you. Don't worry, they will be trained soon.

Ah Yan: Okay, brother, hug me~