Chapter 274: Wind, Thunder, Rain, and Snow, Heed My Commands
In the void heaven, countless peach petals left the peach trees. The peach blossoms flying in the wind made the entire sky look extremely beautiful, and then they all flew towards the void.
Such a big commotion has never happened since the creation of the Void Heaven. Luo Ling is not just going to send down a simple snowstorm, but will actually push back the destiny of the Xiongnu by at least twenty years.
The Hu people have no fortune that can last for a hundred years. For a nomadic people, the fortunes of the country will be pushed back by 20 years, and the peak period will be pushed back by 20 years, or they may never reach the peak again.
Because twenty years is a whole generation, it is enough time for an agricultural country to accumulate strength. This kind of change in the world situation is possible at any cost.
Between the Yin Mountains, the Huns watched as the sky, which had been clear just a moment ago, began to turn gray, and even their war horses began to become restless.
Maodun didn't think this had anything to do with Luoling, because that's how it is on the grassland. The weather changes at any time. It could be sunny just now, but it could be stormy in a moment. In extreme cases, it could be sunny three times and then rain heavily three times in one afternoon.
Then everyone heard a loud shout.
"The wind is coming!"
Luo Ling stood high on a boulder, looking down at everyone slightly, and a large amount of luck points were invested into the God of Four Seasons.
The artifact is activated!
The creaking sound rang in Ji Zhao's ears.
Ji Zhao's pupils turned silver-white as he looked up at the sky. Under the blue sky, countless chains of rules and order were shining brightly. Most of them were trembling slightly. One of them came out from deep in the void and connected with the God of Four Seasons in Luo Ling's hand.
boom!
A huge gale suddenly arose from the ground, blowing up all the scattered objects on the grassland in an instant. Then a cloud of dust flew up, and many Hun soldiers were blinded by the wind and sand.
If you raise your eyes to the sky, you can see an extremely horrifying scene: the entire Hetao Plain is filled with strong winds.
Luo Ling looked at this power that was almost only possessed by immortals in legends, and was also shocked. Compared with the borrowing of the east wind used in the past, it was much stronger. "The only pity is that this is a real change of the sky, and it is difficult to coordinate with the army's actions."
What you say must come true!
The Huns were so terrified that they didn't know what to say. Even Maodun was scared to death. He didn't know what was going on. Perhaps he guessed it but didn't want to believe it. But with such a strong wind and the gradually gloomy sky, he knew he could not stay here any longer.
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 was most terrifying only in grasslands, Gobi and deserts where there were no high mountains to block it.
Everyone was dumbfounded. The Han noble really summoned a strong wind, a tornado that destroyed everything. The Huns immediately knelt down.
"God, please bless all the people under the Yinshan Mountain. Great Wind God, we pray to you and offer sacrifices to you. Please restrain your anger."
Lamentations came one after another.
The lives of the Huns were closely related to nature. Their fear of natural changes gave rise to their beliefs, so they worshipped nature extremely.
In addition to the sky, the sun and the moon, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning all have their own gods they believe in. Now they think that the gods are angry, so naturally they have to kneel down and pray for forgiveness.
"This is the wrath of the Most High, Most Holy, Most Exalted, Most Noble Su King. Even your heaven cannot protect you."
Accompanied by the strong wind, Luo Ling's voice filled the ears of almost every Hun. It was so magical that everyone was amazed.
As for the Xiongnu nobles, there is no need to mention them. The people who had just praised Maodun against their conscience now had sharp eyes and almost wanted to eat Maodun.
Maodun was also afraid in his heart, but he was a true hero. He 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 looks like it's going to rain. Don't let the army get wet."
The wind that filled the sky and earth was Luo Ling's megaphone and ears. Naturally, he heard what Maodun said. He was quite talented for being able to make the argument of escape so plausible.
The Hun army was standing on their horses in the strong wind and was about to retreat. Luo Ling's voice reached everyone's ears again.
"Escape, escape. The entire area south of Yinshan Mountain is the land of Su Wang's punishment. Where can you escape to?
This is a punishment from the Supreme God. Do you think you can escape it if you don't ask for forgiveness?
rain?
When the snow falls, this place will be a dead place."
Blizzard?
Everyone was stunned. They had seen snow 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 Hetao!
This grassland has the most fertile grass and the most suitable climate. It is a land given by God to the people of bow drawing. How could it be possible that a heavy snowstorm would fall in this season?
"Snow is coming!"
It is completely unscientific to force a heavy snowfall in this season. The endless coldness forces ice crystals to condense in the clouds.
In the myth of Ji Zhao's previous life, a successful Taoist priest could use the correct method to ask the god of clouds and rain in heaven to summon wind, rain, and thunder.
Luo Ling at this moment was doing the same thing, but the only difference was that he was holding the God of the Four Seasons and giving orders to heaven and earth. It was not a request, but an order!
The first snowflake was given to Maodun, gently falling on his neck. Maodun felt a sudden chill and reached out to touch it, only to find that it was a snowflake that had melted into water.
Then countless snowflakes fell from the sky, just like salt. In just a few breaths, a white layer fell on the grassland.
It’s really snowing!
Such a fast speed, it’s really a blizzard!
This is a devastating blow to the grassland, and countless livestock and people will die in this heavy snow.
Maodun's heart sank completely, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. He had countless words he wanted to say.
In the end, he just sighed, "God, why don't you send down your divine power?"
This sentence made the nobles around who wanted to blame Maodun shut up. Yes, what was the point of blaming the Chanyu?
The Han gods are venting their anger on the grassland, punishing us with strong winds and heavy snow, but the gods we believe in have not appeared. Are we mortals expected to draw swords at the gods?
What belongs to gods belongs to gods, and what belongs to men belongs to men. Their own gods cannot defeat the other side’s gods. What else can they do?
Those who fled to the Xiongnu were pale in the face. It turned out that Zhaogong Luoling had the ability to call the wind and snow. These people could not help but look at Maodun with resentment. They had told you not to provoke him, but you insisted on coming. What should they do now?
"Kill that Han noble!"
Maodun pointed at Luo Ling's figure in horror. The source of all his fear was Luo Ling. As long as he was killed, perhaps everything would disappear.
Maodun even drew the bow himself and wanted to kill Luo Ling, but to no avail.
There was a mad wind sweeping around Luo Ling, and the place where he was standing was like the eye of a tornado. The arrows could not get in at all and could not hurt him at all.
Faced with such a scene, Maodun and the Huns completely collapsed, with only one thought in their minds - to leave.
Everyone wants to leave this nightmare place. How is it possible that someone can control the snow on an entire grassland?
If the Han nobles were so powerful, why did the Han emperor send a large army?
Yes!
As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Maodun shouted out his guess loudly, "It must be that snow only fell 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 there is 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 and the snow had just fallen, and the changes on the grassland were not very big, so Maodun's order was successfully conveyed.
The Huns retreated so quickly that some of them who had dismounted to kneel down and worship the gods of heaven and the sun and moon were trampled to death by the horses before they could even get back on their horses.
The various Hun kings controlled their own tribes, which prevented a larger-scale trampling.
The horses were running very fast and they covered several miles in the blink of an eye. Then everyone was horrified to see the mountains in the distance begin to turn white.
It's snowing there!
It was snowing all the way from the mountain to where they were standing, and despair filled everyone's heart.
"Oh my God!"
"Chanyu, is this God punishing us?"
“How are we going to survive?”
Countless voices surrounded Maodun, but he couldn't find any solution. Even being able to stand here safely was already a remarkable hero.
He couldn't help but turn his head.
That Han noble was called Luo Ling.
Stand at the highest place!
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In the tenth year of the Han Dynasty, the Han Dynasty, led by Han Xin, won a great victory over the Huns, but this war did not change the strategic situation between the two sides.
What really dealt a fatal blow to the grassland was the sudden and unseasonal heavy snow.
The Records of the Grand Historian records that "Duke Zhao was furious, so he summoned a storm that covered the Hetao area, leaving nothing behind."
Although the heavy snow could not have been summoned by King Zhao, it can still be seen that this natural disaster covered a very wide area, almost the entire Hetao area.
The consequences of this heavy snowfall in such a short period of time were extremely horrific. "There was severe famine on the grasslands, half of the people and livestock died, and there was also a major epidemic, so that bones were scattered under the grass for thousands of miles."
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 usher in its own prosperous era. ——"The Rise and Fall of the Han Dynasty"
(End of this chapter)
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