Chapter 391: One Word Defeats Ten Thousand Enemies
Everyone was shocked. There were hundreds of thousands of Han troops and a huge number of Huns. No one knew how far the formations of both sides stretched. But what about now?
A man and a carriage appeared on the hill between the two sides. How did he get here?
This is everyone's question, but no one knows the answer.
Luo Ling stood on a high hill, with countless eyes focused on him. Because he was quite far away, many people could not see his face clearly.
I just felt that the figure was extremely cold and solemn, with a strong presence that no one could ignore. I even felt my eyes sore and tears came out just by looking at it.
The horses' restlessness was gradually calmed down, and everyone looked at Luo Ling in surprise and suspicion.
Luo Ling stood high up and could see everyone below clearly. He walked all the way from Zhaocheng and then came here, thinking about what he should do.
The simplest way is for him to join the Han army now, and then take charge of the Han army and become the commander-in-chief. He was best at this when he united the princes to destroy Qin. With his military strategy, it is enough to deal with the current situation. Even if the Xiongnu Chanyu is stubborn and dares to give up the advantage of cavalry, Luo Ling can still give him some shock.
But no!
If Luo Ling joins the Han army now and can directly control the imperial army without the emperor's tiger talisman, what will be the consequences?
The emperor will definitely reward Luo Ling handsomely for saving countless Han soldiers.
Then what?
The result is self-evident.
This is a Pandora's box. As the true executor of turning the country into a home, this is something Luo Ling will never touch.
Luo Ling once crowned Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, but apart from the very commemorative titles of Duke Luo and Duke Zhao, he did not ask for any official position in the court, not even such a mysterious position as the Imperial Observatory. He simply returned to Zhaocheng and never appeared in the world.
Military and politics were what Luo Ling tried his best to avoid. He hoped that his image in history books would be that of an immortal Taoist priest who could call the wind and rain and drive thunder and lightning. It would be enough for future emperors to remember this.
"Who is that tall guy? How did he get there?"
"It seems to have appeared suddenly. In such a chaotic battlefield, how could a carriage pass by without being discovered?"
"There are no such carriages on the grasslands, and judging from his clothes, he is a Han Chinese. How did he get here?"
"The loud noise just now seemed to come from there. Could it be that Han Chinese who did it?"
The Huns were all talking about it, from ordinary soldiers to the kings in the royal court, they were all talking about Luo Ling, especially the loud noise just now, which was too shocking.
Compared to the Xiongnu side, the Han army took a closer look and said uncertainly: "The handwriting and emblem on the carriage look a bit like Luo, am I seeing things?"
“It’s the word Luo!”
A sharpshooter with excellent eyesight looked as far as he could and said with a barely perceptible joy in his voice, "That is a deformed Chinese character Luo, and there is also that carriage. I have been to Zhaocheng with my master before. When the sons of the Luo family travel, they always ride in such a carriage. It is covered with patterns that look like phoenixes, and the word 'Luo'. This is the carriage of the Luo family. It must be a son of the Luo family who came here.
Hey!
There seems to be another word on this carriage, which seems to be the word "Zhao". Your Majesty, I must have seen it wrong. How could it be the word "Zhao"? "
When we mentioned earlier that a member of the Luo family had come here, this sharpshooter didn't have any big reaction. After all, in a battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people, what role could a member of the Luo family play even if he came here?
It's just one more soul killed by the Hu people's swords. In history, several princes of the Luo royal family died, and even more royal family members died in battles. War is fair, no matter you are a noble or a commoner, you will die.
"Wang Erlang, what's wrong with the word 'Zhao'? You're just talking half-heartedly. It's really frustrating."
The man called Wang Erlang was shocked, and the others around him began to get anxious. Wang Erlang saw this and said quickly, "Only the head of the Luo family, that is, Lord Zhao, can use the carriage with the word 'Zhao' on it. So if that carriage really has the word 'Zhao' on it, it means that the person on the top of the hill is -
Lord Zhaogong!"
Lord Zhaogong!
As soon as these four words came out, everyone around Wang Erlang instantly quieted down, but the sudden long breathing sound proved that everyone's hearts were very uneasy.
How could the nobles of the Han court not know what even a small soldier knew? The Marquis of Ruyin excitedly rushed into the central army tent and said, "General, Lord Zhaogong has come to the grassland. We are saved."
Zhou Yafu sat up in shock after hearing this. His originally gloomy eyes lit up almost instantly, and even his dark skin glowed red. He asked in disbelief, "Duke Zhao is really here?"
Ruyin Hou nodded heavily and said, "General, it's true, it's true!"
Zhou Yafu laughed and said, "There is always a way out. Congratulations to the Xia Dynasty for having Lord Zhao. Hurry up and carry me out. Meeting Lord Zhao but not paying respect to him is not what a minister of the Han Dynasty should do."
Great Lord, this is a title that belongs exclusively to Luo Ling.
The generals carried Zhou Yafu outside the tent. The carriage swayed as it moved down the gentle slope. One hundred thousand Han soldiers formed a group and camped at an unknown distance. Then everyone could clearly see the word "Luo" on the carriage.
Through the slightly lifted curtains, one could clearly see an old man with holy marks on his body. The deep wrinkles on his face were full of the meaning of time. The Han army thought that the old man would come to the Han army camp, but unexpectedly he went straight to the Huns' camp.
Zhou Yafu, who had just been carried out of the big tent, said to the generals with some surprise and delight: "My father once said that the prince unified the princes, and I thought the prince was going to take over the army, but looking at the current situation, is he going to perform a miracle?
Hurry up and follow."
The generals had heard countless legends about Luo Ling a long time ago, and now they were about to meet him face to face. Naturally, they were all very excited, and immediately carried Zhou Yafu and ran forward.
Luo Ling's carriage was in the front, and the high-ranking officers of the Han army were chasing from a distance behind. The Han army, under the command of the captain, was ready for battle, with swords and spears at the ready, and bows and crossbows all ready.
The Golden Horde of the Huns.
In this world, the person who leaves the deepest impression on a person is always his enemy. As soon as Luo Ling came down from the hill, the news he sent back let everyone know who was coming.
The Zuo Xian Wang who had escaped death had an extremely grim expression on his face and said, "Great Chanyu, this must be the shaman of the Han people. He actually came to the grassland alone again."
Qilian Chanyu now somewhat believed those legends, because going into the grassland alone was tantamount to seeking death. However, not only was he fine, he even made it to the battlefield, just like in the past.
"Great Chanyu, that Han shaman has stopped in front of our army. Do you want me to lead a charge?"
Upon hearing this, Qilian Chanyu immediately said, "No, the Han shaman did not directly use divine punishment, but stopped in front of our army. He must want to see me. I want to see if he is really that magical."
Everyone did not expect Qilian Chanyu to be so brave as to go and see the Han shaman. King Zuoguli immediately advised him, "Great Chanyu, aren't you worried that the Han shaman will curse you? I think it's better not to meet him."
Qilian Chanyu said proudly: "I am the son of heaven born by the sky, surrounded by the sun and the moon. The wizard said that no curse can harm me. Although the Han shamans are a bit magical, I think they are the same. Follow me."
Seeing that Qilian Chanyu was determined to go, the other kings had no choice but to follow him. After leaving the Golden Tent and walking a few hundred steps forward, they saw a carriage decorated very beautifully. Qilian Chanyu rode forward and when he was a few dozen steps away, he asked, "Han people's shaman, I am the Chanyu of Daxia, are you afraid to come out and see me?"
Then an old man in a white robe with a phoenix flying on it walked out and stepped on the seat where the driver was sitting. Luo Ling looked at the young Chanyu opposite him and said leisurely: "Are you the Chanyu of the Xiongnu of this generation?
The last time I came to the grassland, the Khan of the Xiongnu was your grandfather, and his name seemed to be Maodun.
These words frightened Qilian Chanyu, and he angrily asked, "Shaman, are you challenging a great Chanyu?"
Luo Ling stepped on the ground, and the carriage headed towards Qilian Chanyu. It moved very slowly, but everyone was shocked to the point of fear. As the carriage moved forward, streams of water surrounded Luo Ling, snowflakes fell, and the blue-purple light illuminated Luo Ling like a god in the sky.
Only Luo Ling could use the God of the Four Seasons to such an extent, and given his special status, such a little rain, snow, thunder and lightning could not even be considered a loss of luck, but the effect achieved was extremely amazing. Qilian Chanyu looked ashen and was about to fall off his horse. The Xiongnu nobles were terrified. They believed in gods and, given Luo Ling's past reputation, they did not dare to step forward. Zhou Yafu and others prostrated themselves on the ground, fearing that King Su would worry that they were not sincere.
Luo Ling walked up to Qilian Chanyu and asked softly, "Do you know why we don't just flood the grassland with wind and snow?"
Qilian Chanyu seemed to be able to feel the coldness of the rain and snow, and shivered as he said, "No... I don't know."
Luo Ling said calmly: "Because the Xiongnu are still useful, you call yourselves Xia but are very different from the Central Plains, and believe in the so-called heaven. The Han and the Xiongnu must fight to the end until there is only one Xia in the world. This is a warning to everyone, don't try to split the Xia.
The Hun would be a good whetstone, so I will keep it, but it would be bad if the whetstone tried to hurt the knife."
The words were full of contempt for the Huns.
Even though Qilian Chanyu was afraid, he was still extremely angry, but he didn't dare to say anything. He could only listen to the Han shaman in front of him instructing him: "Take your tribe back, I will take the Han army away."
Qilian Chanyu rode his horse back, only to find that his entire body was soaked. He returned to the battle array, sweating profusely, but he could not muster any desire to fight. He could only wave his hands helplessly and said, "Retreat, retreat!"
The troops, who had been waiting for the Chanyu's order, immediately began to retreat. The characteristic of nomadism is that they migrate very quickly. They packed up their tents and rode away on horseback.
Seeing the Huns retreating directly, the soldiers of the Han army cheered loudly and fell to the ground to praise King Su and Lord Zhao. Zhou Yafu and others then came forward to see Luo Ling. Except for Zhou Yafu who was seriously ill, almost all the marquises performed the ceremony of paying homage to the monarch to Luo Ling.
"The foreign officials pay their respects to the great Lord Zhaogong. May the Lord Zhaogong live in peace and happiness."
Luo Ling nodded slightly and said, "Everyone is well."
Zhou Yafu forced a smile despite his sick body and said, "If it weren't for Lord Zhao, the Han army's losses would be immeasurable. I would be a sinner and would have no face to return to Chang'an to see Your Majesty."
Luo Ling looked up at Zhou Yafu and knew that he would not live long. Without saying much, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the blue sky over the grassland, and said, "General, hurry up and lead the Han army back to the country. The emperor must be impatient in Chang'an City. You don't have much time left."
When the generals heard this, their faces changed. Knowing that Duke Zhao never told lies, they immediately began to organize their troops and prepared to lead them back to Chang'an.
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At that time, the general was seriously ill, the Han army was leaderless, the Xiongnu invasion was getting more urgent, and the situation was precarious. Ling went into the battle alone and summoned Qilian to reprimand him. There was a storm, snow, and thunder, and Qilian was horrified and led his army to flee, so the Han army was able to return. - "Records of the Grand Historian: The Family of Luo Zhaogong"
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