February of the seventh year of Taixing.
In the southern Xiongnu royal court of Yinshan, a camp suddenly roared and a chaos occurred.
The tribes of the Three Princes suddenly attacked the Huyan tribe and the Xubu tribe in the name of eliminating the thieves, causing the two tribes to be killed and some to escape sporadically, and the rest were either killed or incorporated.
That night, the eldest prince Liu Bao, far away in the Geerjin tribe, slept well.
Although Liu Bao is like a stingy person in his daily life, he is like a stingy person, but when he really encounters something, Liu Bao abandons the stingy person and starts to plan like a hero.
It's like a hero, but not a hero after all.
There are more people like them, but there are not many people who really count them in history.
What Liu Bao is good at is patience, and it is also the case in history.
In history, his father Yu Fuluo did not kill Hu Chuquan, and the Hu Chu tribe was still a large tribe. So after Yu Fuluo's death, Hu Chuquan took over the position of Shanyu, and then appointed Liu Bao as the Left King, which Liu Bao endured. Then Cao Cao divided the Southern Xiongnu tribe into five and divided it into five tribes. Liu Bao was once again reduced his authority and became one of the five kings. Liu Bao continued to endure it.
After enduring this, he endured it again and finally endured a Han Zhao regime. As a result, Liu Bao's son failed. He died for less than two years after becoming emperor, and his grandson did not succeed. He started to fight internally before he could. As a result, he became the first few to be kicked out...
In the end, the Southern Huns disappeared and there was no trace again.
Now, due to the congenital ills of the tribal alliance, this disaster, or farce, belongs to the Southern Xiongnu, is just a little ahead of time.
Since the farce has been staged, it will not stop halfway. Even if those on stage want to stop, the audience sitting in the audience will not allow it.
If you stop and see if you don't, this is the vote...
Ahem, that's about it anyway.
Liu Bao thought that his third brother was moved by him, so he could not act rashly now. As long as his third brother really figured it out, it would in turn become Liu Bao's help.
So Liu Bao seemed to be more "don't" before this day.
During the day yesterday, he was still giving instructions to the tribes that tend to be more scrupulous and not act rashly.
In Liu Bao's perception, it seems that as long as he and the Third Prince don't really fight, there will be nothing big.
As long as the third prince truly realizes the problem, Liu Bao believes that the third prince can understand his painstaking efforts. At that time, the two families will be united, and then he, the eldest prince, will truly become the new Shanyu and will be sincerely applied by Shi Wei. As a new generation of leaders, he will guide the Shi Wei people to a more glorious tomorrow!
So Liu Bao slept soundly and had no nightmares at all.
As dawn approached, Liu Bao was woken up.
At this time, the person was the most tired and his head was not very clear. After Liu Bao turned over, he found that the lights in the tent had been lit. Gerkin's face was full of anxiety, "Master, it's not good, the third prince has taken action!"
"What?" Liu Bao couldn't react.
"The Third Prince, the Third Prince has taken action!" Gerkin frowned, and almost formed a deep character Sichuan in the middle. Compared to Liu Bao's calm and forbearance, Gerkin has been unable to calm down these days. In addition, he is older and has more thoughts, he can't sleep well. Now his eyes are red, and he doesn't understand, and he thinks he is so angry that he is so angry that he is too angry.
Liu Bao's heart was also thrust, and he barely put on a stance and said: "Don't worry, let's talk slowly, what's wrong?"
Although Liu Bao pretended to be calm, Gerkin felt a little calmer. He lowered his voice: "The king's court changed rapidly! The third prince sent people to attack Huyan's tribe and Subu's tribe! Fortunately, the guards of Huyan ran out, and there was no news from Subu's tribe yet... King, how should we deal with it now?"
Liu Bao's head suddenly buzzed, and his eyes turned black!
But even so, Liu Bao forced himself to hold on and pursed the corners of his mouth tightly.
In fact, Liu Bao has learned a lot from Han books, such as being calm when encountering major events, and making decisions requires thinking twice before acting, etc. This makes Liu Bao more like a superior in the eyes of some older elders than the third prince.
The third prince who had hunted all day long was obviously not a good successor.
This guy, how dare this guy?!
Isn’t he afraid that Shi Wei will really have an internal fight, then kill each other and eventually perish?
How dare he? How dare he?!
The Huyan tribe and the Xubu tribe are Liu Bao who is in the royal court. He tends to support him. The tribe leader is also older, so of course he hopes to be stable rather than fighting. But why are there any current changes? Liu Bao claimed that he had mastered the situation, but he did not expect that he would be completely overturned!
Although he always thinks he is a hero, he is not. At this moment, he can't think of any wonderful strategy to turn the world around...
Those battle examples in the Han books jumped out of Liu Bao's mind. He burned his boats? There was no cauldron and there was no boat here! He fought with his back? I still have to find a river? Ambushed on all sides? The surroundings are flat, where can I go to bury it...
By the way, go to Yinshan!
Liu Bao said in a deep voice: "It's over, so I can only ask General Li for help!"
"Looking for Han people?" Gerkin was a little hesitant when he heard this, "Is this really necessary?"
Liu Bao took a breath and calmed down his chaotic mood. "We can't go up any longer, and it may not be useful to go to the royal court. Moreover... the Shiwei people can no longer be damaged for no reason... They can only use the power of the Han people to quickly quell the rebellion! As long as, as long as...
Liu Bao paused for a moment, then closed his eyes, and stood up after a while, "As long as you kill my third brother, the war can be settled quickly! We, our people... will lose less!"
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The Southern Xiongnu royal court.
The third prince was rushing into the small tent next to the tent, "Where is the father? How about the father?"
It has to be said that even if the third prince repeatedly expresses the Han people's style of loyalty and filial piety again and again in his words and deeds, he will actually agree with the Han people's concept of loyalty and filial piety. In life, if he can be ruthless and unrighteous to his parents, how can he have any feelings for others?
The third prince was commanding the extermination of the remnants, and was hesitating whether to pursue him directly before dawn. The messenger from the royal court came hurriedly and told him that Yu Fuluo was in a bad condition...
The third prince also wants to be a hero, but like his elder brother, he is not a hero either. Even if he tries his best to imitate, pretend to be a hero, or if he does something to do with Vrool's expectations, it is still useless.
Can a hero be pretended?
Or maybe you are a hero if you learn to be a good person?
Even Yu Fuluo himself is a very far away from the hero.
Of course, as parents, this is the case. If you can’t do it yourself or achieve your life goals, you will pass on your goals to your children, and you won’t care much about whether your children can accomplish it or whether they can bear it.
Throughout the ages, I hope my son will become a dragon and a daughter will become a phoenix. If it really works, it will be really good. If it cannot be done, well, generally speaking, there is no big problem. After all, the completion rate is not 100%, and if it is 80%, or 60%, the children are also considered good.
Most parents love their children, and most children can understand their parents. They complain and complain to each other, and it’s nothing to say a few words, but if they really rebelliously confront each other, they will be a few.
This is true for Yufulu and the third prince.
Yu Fuluo himself could not become a hero, he hoped that his children could succeed. The third prince also understood his father and hoped that he could succeed.
It's just a pity...
Yu Fuluo, when he was young, he ate meat and drank wine, which was great! He went to the battle to chop people, and then he was chopped himself, which was great! In addition, after he settled down in the later period, he had no care in daily life. When he was 40 or 50 years old, he still ate meat and drink wine every day, and he didn't have to fight. He ate every day and ate every day, and ate when he was full. It was so fucking!
Then after three pleasures, there are three highs.
Yu Fuluo had a stroke some time ago, half of it was paralyzed, speechless, and unable to move. It was precisely because of this that the big prince and the third prince fought against Wang Tong. Naturally, they could not stay in the tent, so they arranged it in a small tent next to them and sent people to take care of him day and night. Such a big movement in the middle of the night, of course, Yu Fuluo woke up again. He had already suffered a stroke, but he was shocked and suddenly, so he was not good...
When the third prince arrived, Yu Fuluo was already drowsy and had no breathing.
The third prince lay beside him and shouted for a long time. Yu Fuluo seemed to have barely recovered his rationality. He opened his eyes that could still control. His dim eyes turned, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said something.
"It's okay, father, it's okay, it's all settled." The third prince seemed to know what Yu Fuluo was asking, and whispered, "Huyan ran away, Subu was caught, and the other tribes were under control. It's okay, we won."
Yu Fuluo seemed to understand, but he seemed to have heard nothing. He whispered for a while, and then he forced a few words to say something.
The third prince lay aside and listened, and then asked hesitantly, "Did my father ask my elder brother? My elder brother is on Gerkin's side, I didn't kill him."
Yu Fuluo suddenly became breathing rapidly, and suddenly stretched out his hand that could still move, and grabbed the third prince tightly. The blue veins on his thin arm were exposed, coiling around the dead bones like insects and snakes. Yu Fuluo giggled in his throat, half of his face was paralyzed, and saliva was flowing. The other half widened his eyes and his twisted face, even the third prince couldn't help but be startled.
"Father? Father...you are..." asked the third prince.
『Spray...spray...can...get it...get it...spray...
Yu Fuluo roared with all his strength, but his teeth and tongue were disobedient, and he couldn't explain clearly with spitting. In the end, he only had a mouthful of phlegm blocking his chest. He couldn't spit it out for a long time. His face gradually became blue and purple, and then his head tilted...
In the spring of the seventh year of Taixing, Luan Ti, the son of Qiangqu of the Southern Xiongnu Shanyu, died.
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The Yinshan Cavalry Army was dispatched.
At sunset.
The setting sun shone blood red near the southern Xiongnu royal court.
The war horses neighed and cried, the sound of weapons colliding between the two sides, and the screams of soldiers falling off the horse immediately resounded near the royal court of the Southern Xiongnu.
The Southern Xiongnu were light cavalry, and the Cavalry Army of Yinshan was strictly considered light cavalry, but for the people of the Southern Xiongnu, the Cavalry Army was a heavy cavalry...
As soon as the collision occurred, the Southern Xiongnu could not make it immediately, and dozens of people fell over in an instant.
When the cavalry of both sides faced each other, spears and spears intersected each other, swords and axes flew up and down. In the meantime, there was often no room for maneuver, either to parry or to resist. The cavalry army with armor was well trained and could often come first. Even if it was occasionally hit by the Southern Xiongnu soldiers, the armor would be counteracted. In comparison, the Southern Xiongnu were very miserable and were basically beaten up. They had no morale at all. After barely resisting for a while, they basically lay down and let others do it.
Zhang Xiu led his troops to attack, and he had no idea of ​​fighting a long-term positional battle. Seeing that the situation of the Southern Xiongnu people and horses collapsed, he did not leave any time for the Southern Xiongnu to adjust their arrangements. He immediately took action and led the central army to directly press forward.
Zhang Xiu himself is also very skilled in martial arts. He was able to fight with Zhao Yun in storytelling in later generations. Now facing these Southern Xiongnu soldiers, he is almost like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep. There is basically no living under the gun. When the Southern Xiongnu people meet him, they just say death.
The third prince is the most brave and skillful person. If the third prince can find some weapons that match his skills for Badu, such as spears with force, armor with defense, etc., then he is still a tiger general. Unfortunately, the third prince does not have that much inventory in his hands, and there is no good product in the entire Southern Xiongnu. At most, it would be considered good to add one plus two types.
Although Badu was still fighting hard, at this time, the third prince outside the field had already felt something was wrong. Faced with the strength of the cavalry, the Southern Xiongnu people retreated again and again. Seeing that the defeat on the battlefield was irreversible, the third prince had a thought in his mind, should he leave behind a large group of troops and rush out with a few elite troops? As long as the elite troops under his command were still there, there would be no chance to come back and control the Shiwei people again! Lao Wang was dead, and the eldest prince attracted the Han people again. The overall situation took a sharp turn. It would be better to find a chance to escape directly!
At the beginning, the third prince also felt that he could win. After all, he heard that Zhang Xiu brought not many people, only more than one thousand. However, he didn't expect that the more than one thousand Han people were completely different from the concept in the third prince's head...
Even if the third prince occupied the west according to the tactics taught by his ancestors, leaving the Han people in the side shining by the setting sun, it did not change much of the unfavorable situation.
The Han people had a veil, and the veil had a hat brim on the veil...
There are not many Southern Xiongnu people who can truly serve the third prince and be willing to sacrifice their lives. If all the people in front of him are lost, even if they can escape, they will not have much capital in the future. It will be impossible to come back again. After all, fame is mysterious, but there are not many people who can be picked up and washed after falling down. In the era of information explosion in later generations, when using steel wool balls to brush, you can barely see a little.
Only at the other end of Badu, he was still shouting and fighting hard, and even he couldn't protect himself. He had several gaps all over his body. He was brave and brave, but this kind of fighting that seemed to be unreserved was not like trying to win the final victory, but like finding a place for him to die!
Just as the third prince hesitated and his troops gradually stumbled, and his Southern Xiongnu soldiers were struggling to support him, he heard a whistling sound from behind! The third prince was shocked in his heart. Looking back, he saw a fire rising inside the royal court again, and someone raised the banner of the eldest prince Liu Bao and was galloping across the road!
The third prince's subordinates suddenly collapsed, and the Han army's cavalry and horses made huge cheers, and they forced them to kill them even more tightly. Everyone was full of morale, as if they wanted to double-team them twice to completely wipe out the third prince and others!
At this moment, the third prince's eyes turned black and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand!
"Traitor!" The third prince cursed angrily. It was obvious that the eldest prince Liu Bao took advantage of the Han people to entangle him and attacked his own way of retreat!
Afterwards, everyone is Zhuge Liang, and beforehand, who can think of anyone is this?
After all my hard work, I escaped from death. The throne of Shanyu and the ambition of men suddenly became vague!
The world is so big that there is nowhere to go. If that is the case, what will it taste like even if you are alive in the future?
The third prince roared and led the remaining troops, instead of retreating, pounced towards Zhang Xiu and others!
In the setting sun, the third prince was like the lonely warrior in the ancient Shiwei mythology, holding up his sword and rushing towards the brutal giant beast.
However, in the Shiwei myth, the warrior finally won.
And in reality...
A few days later, Feiqian, Chang'an, received a paint box.
The lacquer box is not very big. The pickled heads of the Third Prince and Badu are displayed side by side in the lacquer box. In the sun, they still have a decay and decayed appearance.
Fei Qian looked at it, nodded, then turned around and asked Pang Tong, "How about sending it back and letting him be buried with a grand funeral?"
Pang Tong laughed, "Good! This son of Luanti is still thinking of throwing this guilt on us and pretending to be on our orders? Haha, where is this a good thing? He must be buried with a grand funeral, not only to be buried with a grand funeral, but also to have someone engraved a tombstone. It is particularly stated that the whole story is that their brothers do their own... In this way, the surname Luanti, a hundred years old Southern Xiongnu, can be eliminated!"
Chapter completed!