A mighty Xiongnu cavalry force galloped across the vast grasslands.
"Chief Wan, this is it!"
The head of the ten thousand households, Yilimu, stared at the four or five hundred corpses of Xiongnu cavalrymen on the ground, his small tuft of stiff beard trembling slightly.
"That's right, Mumu replied..."
Ilimu saw Ayemumuda's corpse in the distance, rode over, and dismounted beside the body.
"Mumu replied... My good brother, you died such a tragic death."
Ilimu picked up the body and ordered, "Wrap my brother's body in horsehide and give him a proper burial..."
The two people beside him took the body.
Then, Ili stared at the marks left by the motorcycle, his gaze suddenly turning icy cold. His teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his flesh, and his eyes turned bloodshot as he said, "You killed my good brother, I'll make you pay the price, you pigs!"
"Chief of Ten Thousand, they went west."
"All troops, pursue!"
"Yes, Chief Wan!"
...
The rapid movement of the black box startled the Xiongnu residents on the grassland, and the thousands upon thousands of strange things rushing towards them were even more astonishing!
When they saw that these people were actually Han Chinese from the south, they immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy!
But when they took out their bows and forks, ready to fight, they found that these people had passed by in the blink of an eye.
Like a bolt of lightning, it flashed by in an instant, its speed terrifying!
Whenever they passed through these settlements of the Xiongnu, Qin Chuan's 30,000-strong motorcycle army would not stop for a moment.
The entire army understood that their mission was to head west and engage the 100,000 light cavalry led by the Xiongnu Chanyu in a decisive battle.
Once these 100,000 light cavalry are eliminated, no other armed force in the entire Southern Xiongnu will be able to contend with Gan Jun.
Therefore, they did not disturb the Xiongnu civilians who lived in these communities along the way.
Wherever they went, discipline was strict, and no one was violated in any way.
Inside the armored off-road vehicle, Qin Chuan felt somewhat drowsy…
I've been driving for almost two days, and my back and waist are aching. I really want to find a beautiful woman to massage my shoulders...
However, with war raging, this wouldn't have a good impact, so we had to endure it and deal with it after the war was over.
He had considered teaching Li Aniu to drive, but then thought better of it. Li Aniu was fine as a bodyguard, but he was really not good at being a driver.
Looks like I'll have to find a good driver from now on.
After a long journey, we continued our journey.
This vast grassland seems to stretch endlessly, with no end in sight.
I've refueled the motorcycle and car several times, but they still haven't reached their destination.
Just as Qin Chuan was getting drowsy while driving...
Suddenly someone came to report that they had encountered an old man who had stopped the army, saying that he had something very important to report to the army commander.
Originally, the vanguard captain didn't intend to pay him any attention.
However, he spoke in Chinese, so the vanguard captain dared not make a decision on his own and sent someone to ask Qin Chuan.
"Can you speak Mandarin?"
Qin Chuan immediately perked up and drove the car to the front.
He rolled down the car window and looked at the old man kneeling in front of him.
"Grandpa, you said you had something to tell us?" Qin Chuan said to the old man from inside the car.
The old man, his hair and beard all white, said tremblingly, "My lord, I was originally a commoner from Daqian, but I was captured by the Xiongnu and brought here fifty years ago..."
At this point, the old man burst into tears.
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan couldn't help but sigh.
Fifty years! The people of Daqian have been oppressed by the Xiongnu for far more than fifty years!
The old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and continued, "When I was first captured, I was a slave every day, working in shackles, herding sheep and cattle for them. I was a slave for forty years before they finally gave me a small piece of land..."
As he spoke, the old man pointed to a low tent and a small cowshed behind him. Next to the cowshed was a vegetable garden where some spring vegetables were planted, and tender shoots had already sprouted.
Qin Chuan interrupted him and asked, "Didn't you have something important to tell me?"
The old man nodded and said, "Hmm... I know where the Xiongnu royal court is."
"Do you know the location of the Xiongnu royal court?"
"I am willing to be your guide and lead the way," the old man said.
Upon hearing what the old man said, Qin Chuan was immediately wide awake.
"Old man, get in the car quickly! Ah Niu, go help him into the car!"
The old man was visibly shocked after getting into the back seat of the armored off-road vehicle.
Why are these seats so soft? What kind of magical thing is this? It has wheels and it can run, and it's incredibly fast...
Although he had doubts, he dared not ask them aloud.
Qin Chuan's drowsiness vanished instantly. He asked the old man for directions to the Xiongnu royal court, and the motorcycle army followed at full speed.
On the way, Qin Chuan asked the old man some more questions.
For example, where did the old man originally come from, and what kind of people are still in his family?
However, these elderly people couldn't remember, after all, fifty years had passed.
The old man only remembered that his surname was Cai, his childhood name was "Liuwa," and that he was captured by the Xiongnu in a certain prefecture in the north. As for anything else, he couldn't remember anything else...
We walked for about thirty miles.
Deep in the vast grasslands, Qin Chuan finally saw the Xiongnu royal court.
This truly is a case of "searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!"
The Xiongnu royal court had countless tents, white as snowflakes, densely spread out, stretching as far as the eye could see.
These tents, with sheepskin walls and cow hair roofs, each exude the ruggedness and boldness of the nomadic people.
The air seemed to be filled with the scent of cattle and sheep and the freshness of the grassland, with the occasional songs of herdsmen and the bleating of sheep, creating a beautiful picture of the grassland.
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