Looking at the two options in front of him, Mu Zian chose the second one almost without hesitation.
Although the wind is biting cold on the grassland, and the temperature will drop lower and lower over time.
The thermos seemed to be a very important item, as it allowed the soldiers to always have hot water to drink.
However, in reality, it is far inferior to a compass.
If you want to find an enemy thousands of miles away in the vast grassland, you absolutely cannot go wrong in the direction!
Huo Qubing was able to seal the Wolf-Dwelling Mountain without getting lost on the vast grassland.
It was because he skillfully employed the strategy of "using barbarians to control barbarians".
There were many Xiongnu people in Huo Qubing's army.
For example, "Yi Guan Hou" Gao Bushi and "Hui Qu Hou" Pu Duo were originally from the Xiongnu side.
Because of the presence of these local Xiongnu people in his ranks, Huo Qubing was always able to accurately target the Xiongnu royal court.
Currently, Mu Zian's troops are all Han Chinese cavalry, with no Xiongnu guides at all.
Although Mu Zi'an and Jia Xu had devised a plan to persuade the Xiongnu to defect and act as guides long before they entered the grasslands.
But now that we have a compass, the plan can be made more proper and solid.
To avoid the risk of the attack failing due to the Xiongnu pointing in the wrong direction.
The tribe in front of us is very large, with an estimated population of over 20,000. However, most of them are women, children, the elderly, and the weak, and there are only two or three hundred actual Xiongnu cavalrymen.
This time, when the Left Wise King went south, he almost completely plundered the cavalry of every tribe.
Therefore, this is the weakest time for all the tribes on the entire grassland.
As the saying goes, a kind heart cannot command an army, and righteousness cannot manage finances!
Mu Zi'an would not be swayed by the composition of the tribe in front of her.
On the contrary, these people were all beneficiaries of the Xiongnu's southward raids.
What they enjoy is built upon the suffering of the common people of Dali!
Mu Zian is not a saint; he cannot save the world. All he knows is one sentence.
Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts!
Upon realizing this, Mu Zian's gaze turned cold, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately gave the order!
"A swift and decisive victory!"
"Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"
As Mu Zian's voice faded, two voices rang out from the vast sky below.
One of them was the cold, mechanical voice in Mu Zian's mind.
"Ding! Congratulations on your decision, host! System reward has been issued!"
The other was the first roar of more than four thousand Han cavalrymen on the vast grassland!
"kill!"
...
Inside a low, cluttered tent of the Xiongnu tribe at this moment.
As usual, Xu Hui sorted through the mixed-color wool under the dim candlelight.
This is his fifth year on the grasslands.
Five years ago, when the Xiongnu invaded the south, Xu Hui was captured and brought to the grasslands, where he went from being a scholar to a lowly slave.
Herding sheep and horses could result in being whipped if one was not careful, and they lived in misery every day.
There are many steppe slaves like him in this tribe.
They were all plundered by the Xiongnu from various places.
To the Xiongnu, they were no different from livestock; they could be killed at will without paying any price.
For the first two years, Xu Hui tried to escape and resist, but he gave up after being caught and beaten half to death.
How could one person possibly leave this vast grassland?
Xu Hui had also hoped that one day the imperial army would march into the grasslands to save them, the people who had been plundered.
But as time went by, this hope slowly turned into despair.
Five years is enough time to change a person.
Xu Hui has now completely become a walking corpse without any thought of resistance.
The wise words of those sages in those books have long been buried in the wind and snow.
Winter is coming soon on the grassland, and Xu Hui plans to use the wool he has collected to make himself a warm coat.
Last year's heavy snow brought devastation to the grasslands.
Countless people froze to death, but Xu Hui was lucky enough to survive with only one toe frostbitten.
Just as Xu Hui was numbly separating the weeds stuck to the wool.
A young Xiongnu woman walked into the tent from outside the door.
This woman was none other than A'duo, the daughter of the Xiongnu centurion who had abducted Xu Hui from Dali.
Aduo looked at Xu Hui sitting on the ground with a smile on her face.
"Ahui! Isn't my mother's new knitted dress beautiful?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Hui looked up and saw that it was a piece of fine silk brocade.
Even in the Great Li, this is a rare and precious item.
Xu Hui forced a smile and said.
“Master Ador’s attire is naturally beautiful.”
Upon hearing the word "master," A'duo became somewhat unhappy.
“Ahui, I’ve already told Father that we’ll get married after this winter when my brother and the others return in triumph. You’ll no longer be a slave.”
"So, are you happy?"
Aduo looked at Xu Hui with anticipation.
Five years ago, when Xu Hui was abducted, he was still a handsome young man.
This was incredibly appealing to the young Ado at the time.
Xu Hui has a strong learning ability and mastered the Xiongnu language in just a few months.
So Xu Hui would occasionally tell A Duo some strange and wonderful stories about the grasslands.
In just a few words, A'duo developed an infinite longing for the Central Plains.
If it weren't for A'duo's intentional or unintentional protection over the years, Xu Hui would probably have become a skeleton under the grassland grass.
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