After Ma Chao met Tuoba Ying, his thoughts rarely focused on the Huns.
But on the Xiongnu grassland, because of his little thought, huge waves were caused.
Even after Ma Chao's easy and mysterious pretentious provocation, Liu Bao did not vent all his desires on the woman.
Because not far after he left the tent, he received an order from his father Yuvluo: Prepare quickly.
The Luan Ti tribe is going to have a decisive battle with the Xiutu and Tuge tribes to see who is the real master of this grassland.
Liu Bao was very satisfied with this news.
Because he is indeed more willing to vent his anger on killing the enemy.
However, the fuse that led to this big melee was just a small conflict between the herdsmen among the three tribes.
Such an excuse is really the most ridiculous reason for a decisive battle on the grassland.
However, to the Huns, this is nothing, because they have the factor to conquer everything in their blood.
The first large-scale decisive battle that broke out was in May.
Liu Bao clearly remembered that the three parties gathered on the grassland, the war drums were beating, the horns were loud, the cavalrymen polished their scimitars, and the horses' noses were spraying white air, and they kicked their hooves uneasily.
"This time, until my death, I want to tell all the Huns that our Luan Ti tribe is the royal family of the Huns from the beginning to the end."
Liu Bao, who was sitting on his horse, drank a few more sips of Ma's distilled wine, and his father's heroic words when he went to war echoed in his ears: At that time, Liu Bao felt that his father was like a dormant horse.
The wolf that had been hiding for many years finally howled at Yue Chang, showing his sharp teeth.
The three parties totaled 300,000 horses, densely packed on the grassland, and it was impossible to see the head at a glance, which reflected the power of the Xiongnu nation.
It's just their sharp scimitars.
Under the sun, although it still shines with golden light.
But this time the enemies they aimed their scimitars at were no longer the Han people they had always liked to plunder, but the Huns of the same race as them.
At noon, when the sun is shining overhead.
Liu Bao could already feel the fire in his body burning to the extreme.
And just when the brilliance of the sun had been cut into dazzling rays by the scimitars of the three prairie kings, they almost simultaneously turned to their subordinates and shouted loudly and announced: "My brave sons, before I set off for the battle, I have prayed to Kunlun.
It tells me that as descendants of the wolf clan, we will achieve victory today.
Now, raise your scimitars and charge towards the enemy."
Three hundred thousand troops from the three sides mobilized their war horses at the same time.
Like three rolling rivers, they collided fiercely, splashing countless blood.
Then, the entire battlefield turned into a huge meat grinder, crushing all life that could be involved.
Whistling, fighting, shouting, screaming Liu Bao remembered that battle clearly, and it lasted from noon to late at night.
The deepest memory is of him standing behind his father, shouting loudly: "Kill, kill, kill", moving forward unstoppably, crushing everything in front of him.
However, when he was covered in blood and couldn't remember how many people he had killed.
He felt that his stomach was starting to get hungry, and it was only when he changed seven more scimitars that Liu Bao suddenly saw that the sky was getting dark.
However, at that moment, his father Humphrey turned around, showing his blood-red eyes and white teeth, and smiled and shouted loudly: "Are you guys tired?"
“Not tired” "Okay then, follow me and break into the enemy camp again" Liu Bao had to admit that his father Yu Fuluo was a real wolf.
Under his wings, I could only grow slowly like a young wolf.
But the young wolf also has the wisdom of a young wolf: until now, Liu Bao looked at the enemy army that was still like a swarm of ants, and couldn't help but think of a brilliant idea.
When Liu Bao expressed his idea, he originally thought that he would be scolded by his father.
Unexpectedly, his father Humphrey patted him on the shoulder and said: "You are indeed a descendant of wolves.
In addition to being ferocious and fearless, wolves are also cunning enough to get their prey.
The whole army obeyed my order and took advantage of the sky.
Hei, kill them quietly and go out.
When they kill them until the sky is dark, we will come back."
But Liu Bao's wishful thinking finally came to nothing.
He originally wanted to take a breather and take advantage of the two tribes of Xiutu and Tuge to be exhausted, and then annex the two tribes in one fell swoop.
Unexpectedly, the two tribes actually put away their teeth after they fought hard: in fact, the three parties have been fighting until now, and it can be seen that they do not have the absolute strength to defeat the two tribes in one fell swoop.
Liu Bao's so-called tactics were just to give Humphrey a high-sounding reason to retreat.
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The decisive battle ended in an anticlimactic manner.
However, when they woke up the next morning, everyone suddenly discovered that tens of thousands of corpses had been piled up on the lawn of the royal court.
In the next month, the three parties were still like wolves with red eyes, whether it was small-scale conflicts, large-scale charge confrontations, or like the Han people, sneak attacks and robberies of camps, setting fires and flooding.
Even his father Yu Fuluo followed Wang Huayu's advice and used fine craftsmanship and gold and silver to skillfully win several great battles.
It is conceivable that if it had not been for the arrival of the plague, Luan Ti's tribe would have definitely been able to slowly wear out Xiutu and Tu's tribe in a three-party confrontation.
After all, Yu Fuluo's experience in fighting in the Han Dynasty made him more military-minded than the leaders of those two tribes.
Coupled with the assistance of Liu Bao, Huchuquan, Qubei and Wang Huayu, Yufuluo had already honed his style as a Xiongnu great chanyu during that month of campaign.
However, in the end, the three parties reached a tacit understanding and gave up the palace of the Huns, which was an absolutely symbolic place.
Give up the long-term frontal fighting that will lead to defeat in all directions.
When the old leader of the Xiutu tribe, Hu Yannu, began to lead his troops to retreat, the remaining Jin Buya and Yu Fuluo could only make the same choice at the same time.
The three beasts, who were exhausted from the fight, realized that they could not kill all their opponents, and finally chose to retreat and leave.
The once glorious and bustling royal court quickly turned into a real place of death due to the plague.
Finally, Wang Huayu, who had experienced disaster, suggested that in order to prevent the plague from destroying the entire Xiongnu tribe, he set a fire and burned the Xiongnu royal court to ashes.
At that time, I am afraid that even Wang Huayu herself did not understand whether she softened her heart after seeing the flies flying around and the smell of corpses; or whether she had a strong heart and wanted to get a valuable Xiongnu grassland for the Ma family in the future.
Just made this suggestion She really doesn't know.
She only knew that when Yu Fulo decided to move to a grassland relatively close to Chang'an, Wang Huayu's heart was already in the air: Even though the distance was only a little closer, this was an obvious omen.
It indicates that he will return to Chang'an, Han Dynasty step by step The place she thinks about day and night I don’t know why, but at this moment, a poem that haunts Wang Hua’s language took shape irresistibly: When I was born, I did nothing.
After I was born, Han Zuo declined.
The heaven is unkind and brings chaos and separation, the earth is unkind and brings me to this moment.
When fighting, the roads are dangerous, and the soldiers are in exile, so we share the sorrow.
The smoke and dust cover the fields, barbarians are abundant, and the will and integrity are at a loss.
It is not suitable for me to deal with the secular world.
If I suffer humiliation, I will tell someone.
I will play the guitar and play the piano for a while.
No one will know my resentment.
The general wishes me to be a Rong Jie and march me to the end of the world.
Thousands of clouds and mountains are on my way home, and the wind is blowing thousands of miles away, and the dust and sand are flying.
When there are many people, they are violent and violent like vipers, and when they control the strings and are covered with armor, they are arrogant and extravagant.
The second beat is stretched, the string is broken, the ambition is broken, the heart is broken, and I feel sad.
The Hujia originally comes from Huzhong, and the Yuanqin translation has the same melody.
Although the song ends in eighteen beats, the sound is lingering and the thoughts are endless.
This is how we know that silk and bamboo are delicate and all the work of nature.
Sorrows and joys are all according to people's hearts.
If they change, they will be normal.
Hu and Han are in different lands and have different winds.
Heaven and earth are separated between you, the king is to the west and the concubine is to the east.
My bitterness and resentment are as vast as the sky.
Although they are wide, I cannot tolerate them: