The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 329
Bingzhou, the former Xiongnu royal court, and Meiji City.

Brand-new arrow towers and gate towers are rising, while the buildings of the Huns in the past are disappearing.

Here, the artisans brought by Xu An from Bingzhou have joined the transformation sequence.

The original Meiji City did not have many defensive functions. The Xiongnu were a nation on horseback. Even if they surrendered to the Han court and accepted the rule of the Han court, they still retained the habits of nomads.

Attack is always the best defense, so Meiji, as the royal court of the Huns, actually does not have much defensive function.

Meiji City is more about building livable buildings for the nobles of the Xiongnu to live in, and it can even be regarded as a luxurious and corrupt residence.

But now Meiji City has begun to look different.

The buildings originally for people's enjoyment and the most luxurious residences have all been demolished, and a brand new military fortress is being built north of the Great Wall.

The recruited folks are working hard to carry the logs and building materials; the summoned craftsmen are also seriously handling the work at hand.

This will be the first military fortress of the Yellow Turban Army north of the Great Wall.

Although the Huns were defeated, they did not perish. They still clearly remembered that they were the Huns.

Even after a big defeat, the Xiongnu tribe still has more than [-] people in Bingzhou and outside the Great Wall.

Therefore, the Yellow Turban Army needs a military fortress outside the Great Wall, which must be close to the residence of the Huns.

A cavalry will be stationed in this fortress to monitor every move of the Huns and prevent the Huns from showing any disobedience.

This fortress will become a sharp knife on the neck of the Southern Huns.

Once there is any disturbance in the Southern Huns, the Yellow Turban Army can respond in time.

Outside Meiji City, at the gate of the Yellow Turban Army camp.

An old man who looked extremely old, with wrinkles on his face and gray hair, was holding a simple wooden box in his hand.

Behind him were six Huns who also wore left lapels, all of them bowed their heads,
The leading old man is the current Shanyu of the Southern Huns, and he is followed by six people, who are currently the six highest-ranking people in the Xiongnu tribe.

They're here to surrender.

Although before Qing Yanze, the current old Shanyu submitted a form of surrender to Lu Bu, and later accepted Xu An's pardon.

But this is not official, Xu An asked them to return to Meiji City, return to the former Xiongnu royal court to submit the surrender form again.

After they waited for a long time, the gate of the Yellow Turban Army's camp finally opened.

A clerk with an indifferent face was waiting for them at the gate of the camp.

"follow me."

The clerk just dropped a word coldly, and didn't move forward.

The old Shanyu of the Huns raised his head slightly. He opened his cloudy eyes and looked at the tall camp in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

The faces of the Huns behind them turned blue and white.

No matter how rude the civil officials in front of them are, they can only endure it. They are losers and they have no right to object.

A group of people followed the official into the camp of the Yellow Turban Army.

The soldiers patrolling along the way just glanced at the pedestrian, without stopping at all.

These patrolling soldiers strictly implemented the patrol plan that had been set in advance, and they would never pay attention to matters that had nothing to do with them.

But that gaze made the few Huns who followed Lao Shanyu feel like they were on their backs.

In the camp, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who walked out of the camp stared at the Huns who came to ask for surrender as if they were watching a big show on the stage.

The Southern Huns were defeated, they accepted the humiliation in Qingyanze, and now they will accept the humiliation again in the former royal court.

But anger is useless, they are the defeated party, they have no right to be angry, and they dare not be angry.

These Huns could only lower their heads, try not to care about the gazes from all around, and tried their best to bear all this.

After walking for another distance, the Yellow Turban military official who was leading them finally stopped outside a tall tent and made way for them.

The old Shanyu of the Xiongnu saw the sign of the yellow scarf military officer, and knew that it must be Xu An's commander-in-chief.

He raised his head to look at the tent in front of him, but the tent seemed unattainable, reaching to the sky. He tried to raise his head, but he couldn't see the whole picture.

The old Shanyu sighed slightly imperceptibly, he knelt down slowly on the ground, and raised his voice with difficulty and said.

"Guiyi Hou, please see the great virtuous teacher of Taiping Dao."

The six Huns behind them all looked embarrassed, but they still knelt down obediently.

The voice of the Xiongnu old Chanyu came into the tent, but there was no movement in the tent.

The old Shanyu could only shout again: "Guiyi, please see the great virtuous teacher of Taiping Dao."

It wasn't until he shouted for the third time that the curtain of the big tent was lifted by two soldiers.

And the voice of calling came from inside the big tent.

"Please return to Yiyi and wait for the account."

"Thank you, great teacher."

The Xiongnu old Shanyu wanted to stand up after thanking him, but he had knelt down for a long time, and it was difficult for an old man like him to get up suddenly. .

In the end, several Huns behind him helped him up.

"Enter the account."

The clerk standing aside urged him directly.

The old Shanyu didn't dare to delay, and he didn't dare to let other people help him, in case it was regarded as disrespectful and used as an excuse...

He stabilized his figure, quickened his steps, and walked into the big tent.

Only when you enter the account can you see the whole picture of the camp.

Lu Bu, Xu Huang, Gong Du, Zhang Liao and other generals of the Yellow Turban Army were all sitting in the tent, sitting on both sides.

When the old Shanyu saw Lu Bu, who was ranked first on the right, his cloudy eyes seemed to clear up a bit, and he looked majestic and majestic, no one among the Huns had such a majestic appearance.

Xu Bu was beheaded by this person for the conspicuous Hundred Flowers Battle Robe.

Lu Bu seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and looked directly at the old Shanyu of the Huns in a blink of an eye.

Old Shanyu was startled, and hurriedly looked away.

Being stared at by Lu Bu is like being stared at by a tiger, which makes people feel frightened.

Among the tents, the first seat.

Xu An was dressed in a military uniform, with his hair tied around his right lapel and a yellow war robe, sitting on a chair.

Sitting beside him was a scribe wearing a sage crown and green clothes. This person was the plotter of the Yellow Turban Army, Yan Zhong.

The old Shanyu of the Xiongnu didn't dare to look up at Xu An, he just peeked at him and didn't dare to look directly at him.

It was this man who defeated the [-] troops of the Southern Xiongnu with [-] soldiers on the plain in the battle of Shuofang, breaking their last hope.

The old Shanyu of the Huns, he is over seventy years old this year.

The life of a soldier and horse, the long years, have obliterated his edges and corners and weakened his will.

He has completely lost his aggressiveness, and now he just wants to spend his old age safely and protect his tribe.

He didn't even have the courage to look at Xu An's face.

(End of this chapter)