Dahan first prince

Chapter 406
grassland.

The grassland stretches as far as the eye can see.

The sky is gray and the fields are vast; the grass is low when the wind blows, and cattle and sheep can be seen.

It was midsummer, and Shanyu Dazhang, who was normally patrolling the grassland, finally came to Longcheng in the south of the Mu.

Babble forest in May, a grand gathering on the grassland;
It belongs to the herdsman gathering area which is rare in the grassland, and the arrival of the Bamboo Forest Conference makes the vicinity of Longcheng even more peaceful and peaceful.

——In the south of Dragon City, a grand gathering is going on.

Each of the Hun warriors, wearing strips of cloth of various colors representing their own tribes on their shoulders, participated in various competitive activities.

There are archery, wrestling, and horse riding;
Warriors participating in archery and wrestling, every time they defeat an opponent, will take off the cloth strip from the opponent's arm and tie it on their own arm as a medal to show their bravery.

Among the crowd watching the event, there are also the exclusive flags of each tribe;

as the antelope banner of the Aries;
The longbow banner above the tower;

Eagle flags of the Zhelan Department, etc.

Today, all competitions are coming to an end, and the Xiongnu Shanyu Maodun finally appeared outside Shanyu's tent under the tsunami-like shouts of thousands of Xiongnu warriors... ··

"Supporting the plow! Supporting the plow! Supporting the plow!!!"

Amidst the shouts of 'Support the plow and Gutu', Shumao walked out of Shanyu's big tent and came to a high platform built with wooden boards;
On the side of the high platform, there were a few slaves with numb expressions, who were firmly tied to wooden stakes, and the shaman was allowed to dance weirdly in front of them.

Walking up to the high platform, Takuma Maodun didn't speak immediately, but turned around and knelt down on one knee in the direction of the rising sun.

Almost at the same time, the dancing and drumming of the shaman priests began to become more and more rapid, like a war drum or a death knell.

Support the plow, in the Hun language, it means "heaven" and "God of God";
Gutu, on the other hand, means 'son' or 'child'.

Support Li Gutu, literally translated, roughly means: the child of the gods.

At this moment, as the son of the god of heaven, the Xiongnu Shanyu Maodun is leading all the Huns present to worship the supreme god of the shamanism of the Xiongnu fundamentalism: supporting the plow.

"Standing the plow alone, I have received God's will~"

"God wants more sacrifices~"

"More offerings from Yueshi~~~"

On the high platform, Tong Mo Dun still knelt on one knee, spreading his hands, as if he wanted to embrace the sun;
Under the high platform, all the Huns present also knelt on the ground facing the rising sun, but they did not spread their hands like Suzan Maodun. Conversely, offer all your loyalty.

As for the shaman priests, in an inexplicable and strange sharp tone, after relaying the "God's decree" they had received, they also stopped dancing;

Then, sharp small bone knives appeared in the hands of every shaman. For the sacrifice on the side of the high platform, it happened to be a sacrifice, corresponding to a shaman holding a knife.

"You dirty slaves!"

"How dare you fight against the people who support the plow?"

"—Bear the anger and baptism of supporting the plow!!!"

Qiqi gave a strange howl, and the shaman priests raised their knives and quickly cut the necks of the 'sacrifices';

Before too much blood was sprayed out, the young priests at the side hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down on the ground with the sacrifices, allowing the wooden troughs in front of all the 'sacrifices' to be filled with scorching blood.

Afterwards, the 'sacrifices' were helped to stand up again, allowing every inch of skin on their bodies to be completely stripped off by the shaman holding a bone knife in front of him with a strange smile...

"Uh······"

"what·········"

The sound of feeble struggle did not interrupt this solemn ceremony, and within a short while, the 'sacrifice' was offered to the supreme supporter Tian by the shaman priests without reservation.

——a complete human skin, a wooden trough full of hot blood, and one after another 'skinless men' who have been drained of blood and peeled off, but still twitching from time to time...

"Hateful Yuezhi people!!!"

A sudden roar shocked the people around the high platform!
However, on the high platform, Takumao had already stood up, facing the direction of the sacrificial offerings, roaring furiously;

"The despicable Yuezhi people like vultures have rekindled Chengli's anger!"

"Such a despicable person does not deserve to exist on the grassland under the watchful eye of the plow!!!"

"This kind of tribe that betrayed the grassland and the plow does not deserve to own any pasture, any cattle and sheep!!!!!!"

With the high-pitched roar of the scorpion, the panic on the faces of the people disappeared;
Instead, there is a kind of excitement, madness, and frenzy.

——Because they saw that the supreme Chanyu was taking the longbow from the guards beside him, and then put a crazy gong on the string...
huh~~~
A sharp whistle sounded, and thousands of Huns present, just like werewolves on a full moon night, or mutants who had the effect of medicine, instantly had their eyes scarlet!

"Wherever the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the gong of the plow, the people of the plow will rush there!"

In an instant, all the devout Huns who had just knelt down respectfully to the gods turned into ferocious beasts!

Everyone's faces were flushed, they were panting heavily, the veins on their foreheads were bulging, and their chests were heaving violently!

That is to say, in this frenzied atmosphere, Mao Dun's fingers pointed straight to the west...
"People who support the plow!"

"Warriors of my Great Huns!"

"—follow your supporter Gutu and kill every Yuezhi member!!!"

"Dedicate every dirty slave with the blood of the Yue family to the benevolent plow!!!!!!"

Following the sudden shouting again, there was only one voice left between the heaven and the earth.

support plow solitary coating;

Support the plow alone.

Supporting the plow and solitary coating...
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After finishing the sacrificial ceremony and returning to Shan Yu's big tent, he had calmed down a lot more than he had just before;

But in the big tent, every gaze that looked at Maodun was still filled with extreme fanaticism and unswerving loyalty until death!

for no other reason;

For every Hun, Maodun is synonymous with 'God'!
Once upon a time, the Huns were so weak, and the tribes of the Huns were so poor and hard;
In order to satisfy the greedy Donghu people, countless cattle, sheep, horses, and scorpions were pulled away under the reluctant eyes of the herdsmen;
Even Shanyu's son, Tongtan Maodun, could only be sent to the side of Donghu King, and the euphemistic name was: Educate his son for the Huns Shanyu.

Later, the previous Shanyu Tuan Touman got older, and Tuan Maodun finally returned to the Huns.

That is, on the first day of returning to the tribe, the mythical Mingdi just now was shot by the scorpion.

And the direction Mingdi pointed to was the Shanyu's big tent where Touman was located...
That night, the blood of the Huns flowed like rivers;
That night, the Huns stayed up all night;
On that day, the Huns were reborn from the ashes.

——Twist and die, Ming Dy kills his father! ! !

In the eyes of the Central Plains people, this may be treason and outrageous, and it is an offense against the superior.

However, in the eyes of the grassland people who strictly abide by the laws of the jungle and whose living habits are almost the same as those of beasts, Maudun is not a patricide and traitor;

It's the weak pack of wolves named 'Xiongnu', the new generation of wolf kings.

After learning about this, King Donghu, the overlord of the prairie, didn't have much reaction. He just sent someone to congratulate Maodun on becoming a new generation of Xiongnu Shanyu;

After that, there will be endless demands and squeezes.

Grassland, as long as it is close to the water source, can only be given up to Donghu people;

Cattle and sheep, as long as they are not breeding cattle or sheep, must also be sent to King Donghu.

Even the woman, even his beloved Yan family, Maodun endured the humiliation and delivered it to King Donghu in person.

until that day;
It wasn't until the day that the people of the grasslands heard the news that they didn't dare to draw their bows and had to wipe the black dragon flag fleeing northward and disappeared on the grassland when they saw it, the Ming Dy was fired for the second time.

Every Hun remembers that day.

On that day, he was full of courage and heroism;
The Huns warriors of that day were brave enough to die;
On that day, the Donghu king's tent was completely occupied by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Almost at the moment when the odds of winning increased from 'nothing at all' to 'only theoretically possible', the slamming Di, shot at King Donghu's tent!
And the Xiongnu tribe, which had survived in the past and even suffered several disasters, officially embarked on the road of dominating the grassland with the sound of dysprosium.

Today, after the word 'Xiongnu', there is no need to follow the word 'bu'.

In today's grassland, everyone is a Hun!
Every tribe is a tribe of the Huns!
In other words: the grassland is the Huns; the Huns are the grasslands.

——Except Yuezhi.

Except for the extremely ignorant Yueshi who is still unwilling to put down his saber and offer his loyalty to Shudan Maodun...

"The emperor of the Han people really said so?"

He asked in a low voice, and Maudun just stretched out his hand as if nothing had happened, cut off a piece of meat with a knife, and put it in his mouth to chew;
It's just that those sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see everything were fixed on the nobleman beside him, who was dressed in Hanfu and had a saber around his waist.

"That's exactly what he said."

"Xiao Wang's friends in the south of the Great Wall also said: The emperor of the Han people also planned to send some weapons to the Yuezhi people so that they could help the Yuezhi people and resist the brave warriors who supported the plow..."

Looking in front of him, his tone was full of flattery, but his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see the Han nobleman in his heart. On the corners of his mouth, there were bursts of sneer.

In fact, this person has only just met Shuan Maodun.

To be precise: it wasn't until Lu Wan, the first generation Donghu king, died in the seal given by Suo Modun, that he didn't see this man until the following year.

——The crown prince of Lu Wan, the former king of Yan and the king of Donghu of the Huns: Lu Buyi;

Concerning Lu Buyi's remarks, Tong Da Maodun did not suspect him.

But the instinct of the 'Beastmaster' tells Momoton: This person cannot be trusted easily...
"I see."

"King Donghu can go."

Without concealing his guard, he drove Donghu Wang Lu Busu out of the big tent, and finally a stern look appeared on his face.

"Ji porridge;"

A muffled cry caused the man at the side to rush forward and kneel down respectfully at the feet of Chuan Maodun.

"Emperor of the Han people, what do you think?"

After asking a question like a school test, the man named 'Ji Porridge' raised his head with a slight smile, and looked at his father's eyes full of infinite determination.

"I heard that the old Han emperor who died had eight sons in total;"

"The current little emperor is the most promising one among the old emperor's eight sons."

"As for the old emperor, I have seen the support of Gutu..."

Hearing this, Ji Congee only nodded his head slowly, contemplating, as if he agreed with Ji Congee's point of view.

"In this way, it is another tiger?"

"Or milk tiger, which is more appropriate."

Saying something that seemed to point to something, Ji Yu put down the knife in his hand, stood up with a gloomy face, put his hands behind his back, and started pacing back and forth in the tent.

After a long time, he finally turned around suddenly and handed the Ming Dy at his waist into the hands of 'Ji Porridge' unsuspectingly.

"The Yuezhi people broke the rules of the grassland and hooked up with the Han people in private, it is a disgrace to the nomads!"

"I plan to personally lead the troops and bring back the head of King Yuezhi."

As he said that, he did not turn his head for a moment, and with a sinister smile, he raised his head towards a certain alcohol made of human head in the tent.

"King Donghu, I'm afraid I've been a little lonely these years;"

"Let King Yueshi be by your side, so that King Donghu won't be so lonely?"

Hearing this, Ji Porridge just nodded with a smile, and immediately took over the gong of Shuda Maodun with both hands, and then looked at Shuda Maodun with a serious expression, quietly waiting for the next instruction.

But he saw Yan Mao nodded with a smile, patted Ji Congee's shoulder, and put his hand on it.

"Youxian King is my uncle; attacking Yueshi is also the responsibility of Youxian King."

"To defeat King Yuezhi, I will bring Youxian King with me."

"As for the Han people, we need Ji Porridge to 'remind' the emperor of the Han people: How did the tiger break its teeth when it was kicked by the Huns' horseshoes back then!"

"Um······"

"Ji porridge can go to fight in the cloud!"

"It's best to force the emperor of the Han people to take the initiative to make a marriage with the Huns with me, and then send some cute princesses over."

Hearing this, Ji Porridge didn't hesitate at all, just knelt down on the ground at the first moment, and kissed Maodun's toes heartily.

"Your will..."

Seeing that Ji Congee took the order, Ji Congee nodded in satisfaction, but he didn't stop Ji Congee from getting excited.

After a long time, Ji Porridge stood up straight from the ground, and then he pulled Ji Porridge with a smile, sat down on the wooden throne wrapped in animal skins, and enjoyed the delicious food together.

——Tujia Maodun is the current Xiongnu Shanyu, and it is the belief in the hearts of every prairie person!

And this man who was called "Ji Porridge" by Tong Da Mao Dun is the current Zuoxian King of the Huns, who was called the "Prince of the Huns" by the Han people, and was called "Old Shang Shanyu" by the later generations. ·····

(End of this chapter)