My younger brother Lü Fengxian

Chapter 322: Destroy their country, seize their land and enslave their people!
"Lü Yi! Do you really want to kill all of us Wuhuan?"

"Now we Wuhuan still have tens of thousands of troops. Even if you swallow us, we will break all your teeth!"

Qiu Liju was so ashamed and angry when he heard this that he immediately took off his disguise and threatened Lu Yi.

"Haha, Qiuliju, you will definitely die today, and Wuhuan will be destroyed today!"

"Even if the king of heaven came, he couldn't save you!"

However, Lu Yi sneered faintly and ordered the army to continue attacking Wuhuan!

"Damn you Lu Yi, even if I die today, I will drag you down with me!"

Qiu Liju was furious when he heard this. He knew he would die today, so he just gave it a try and rushed towards Lu Yi, waving the scimitar in his hand.

Although there were elite Bingzhou cavalry blocking the way along the way, Qiuliju had already made up his mind to die, and ordinary soldiers could not resist Qiuliju's charge at all.

It seemed that Qiu Liju was about to approach Lu Yi.

Zhao Yun, who had been guarding beside Lu Yi, became furious when he saw this.

"You fool! How can I allow you to act so recklessly in front of my Lord?"

Zhao Yun jumped on his horse with spear in hand, rushed straight to Qiu Liju, and stabbed with his spear.

Qiuliju was just the leader of the Wuhuan. He had been in the desert for a long time and only knew how to charge around with his bravery. He was no match for Zhao Yun, who had received guidance from an expert and was extremely talented.

When he saw Zhao Yun coming at him with his spear, he could only barely hold out for two or three rounds. Then he only had time to shout, "Who will kill me!" before he was stabbed to death by Zhao Yun!
"The one who killed you is Zhao Zilong from Changshan!" Zhao Yun snorted coldly, bent down and pulled out the steel spear from the dead Qiu Liju.

"Your Majesty!"

The Wuhuan people, who had been following Qiuliju in the charge, were horrified when they saw this.

Qiu Liju was considered a top master among the Wuhuan people, but he could only withstand two or three strikes from Zhao Yun before being stabbed to death. The fighting spirit that had been rising in the hearts of these Wuhuan soldiers was shattered once again.

"We are willing to surrender, and we only ask General Lu to spare our lives!"

Soon, seeing that the situation was not good, the Wuhuan soldiers began to lay down their weapons, dismounted, and kneel down to surrender to Lu Yi.

However, Lu Yi was unwilling to let them go so easily, and the loyalty of the Wuhuan people was really hard to be assured.

Even if the historical Lu Bu was compared with the Wuhuan people, he would be ashamed to call himself a little Wuhuan.

Therefore, when Lu Yi saw the Wuhuan people kneeling on the ground in front of him, he made sarcastic remarks.

"You surrender one morning and rebel the next. You really have no loyalty or trust. If I allow you to surrender today, there is no guarantee that you will not rebel again next time."

"The general's might is unstoppable. Our lives are at stake. We dare not hope for the best. As long as the general is willing to spare our lives, we are willing to do anything!"

Although Lu Yi clearly refused to surrender, he was too disheartened to resist and could only continue to beg Lu Yi.

"God is merciful. If you truly surrender, I will naturally spare your life. But to show your sincerity, those who want to surrender and save their lives must exchange the heads of Wuhuan generals above the rank of captain. I will give you a quarter of an hour. If you don't have the heads of generals in your hands by then, you are not allowed to surrender. You will all be killed!"

When Lu Yi heard this, he suddenly had an idea and said to the Wuhuan people.

Anyway, his goal was to destroy the Wuhuan tribe, but he didn't need to kill all the Wuhuan people.

All we need to do is destroy the Wuhuan's organization, culture, and history.

Then the word "Wuhuan" will only be buried deep in the dust of history and become a dim symbol.

Now that these Wuhuan soldiers have surrendered, it would be better to test their sincerity first. As for whether they will surrender in the end, it still depends on Lu Yi's intention.

"This……"

As soon as Lu Yi finished speaking, some of the defeated Wuhuan soldiers hesitated.

"General Lu has issued an order. If you want to survive, kill the generals above the captain level!"

However, under the threat of death, more Wuhuan soldiers resolutely turned their knives against their former superiors.

"You bunch of idiots, even if you kill us, Lu Yi will never let you go!"

After all, the generals were a minority compared to the ordinary soldiers. Driven by the desire to survive, how could these generals, who were at a huge numerical disadvantage, resist the attacks of the crazy ordinary soldiers? They were quickly slaughtered.

Lu Yi sat high on his horse and watched the Wuhuan people killing each other with great interest, as if he was watching some wonderful performance.

"Humph, these Wuhuan people have no integrity at all, they really don't deserve to die!"

Guan Yu, who was standing behind Lu Yi, hated this kind of betrayal the most, as he killed his comrades just to survive, and he couldn't help but snort in anger.

"Yun Chang, please be patient. The Hu people are treacherous and ruthless. They are naturally not the same as us Han people."

"No matter what, the outcome of the Wuhuan people's demise will not change."

But Lu Yi comforted him softly.

"General Lu, we have killed all the officers above the rank of captain according to your instructions. Please keep your promise and let us go."

The Wuhuan soldiers were covered in blood, and they continued to ask for surrender to Lu Yi as if they were seeking credit, holding up the head of their former commander.

"This general is only giving you a chance. Today, the Wuhuan tribe must be exterminated. If you still want to survive, you will have to join the Xiongnu and give up your tribe name. Are you willing?"

Lu Yi looked at the remaining Xianbei soldiers in front of him, whose number was less than 30,000, and continued speaking.

"As long as the general is willing to let us go, we are willing to give up the name of the Wuhuan tribe..."

Seeing this, the Xianbei soldiers could only speak with bitterness on their faces.

"Well, in that case, where are the Qin and Han dynasties? From now on, these Wuhuan soldiers will be incorporated into your Zuo Xian Wang's army."

Seeing that he had completely broken the backbone of these defeated Wuhuan soldiers, Lu Yi casually gave them to Qin and Han.

The Zuoxianwang tribe was the tribe of Lu Rong, the second son of Lu Yi, and Qin Han was just the steward before Lu Rong grew up and officially took over. Lu Yi handed them over to Qin Han, which was to his own son, so why not do it?

Anyway, there have been fierce tribal annexations among the Hu people, and it has long been a situation where you are in me and I am in you.

After these Xianbei people joined Zuoxianwang's tribe, as long as Qin and Han tamed them well, within a few years they would be able to confidently adopt their new identity as Xiongnu.

"I obey!"

Only a few people among the Xiongnu knew Qin Han's identity, so in front of others, he did not regard himself as a subordinate of Lu Yi, but still acted as the steward of the Xiongnu's Left Wise King.

"Since you are already Xiongnu people, the Wuhuan army has been completely lost, and the Wuhuan camp is now empty, I order you to be the vanguard and lead our army to withdraw from the Wuhuan camp!"

Lu Yi not only wanted to kill people but also to destroy their hearts, so he let the defeated Wuhuan soldiers who had just surrendered lead the attack on their own base camp.

If the Wuhuan people could not bear it anymore and rebelled again, Lu Yi could use this as an excuse to kill them all.

They are just Hu people anyway, and there are plenty of them on the grassland.

If these Wuhuan people can achieve this level, it means they have been completely conquered by Lu Yi and can be used.

Sure enough, the Hu people’s bottom line was much lower than Lu Yi thought.

Hearing what Lu Yi said, these defeated Xianbei soldiers became excited instead.

Although the Xianbei camp was the common home of all the Xianbei people, the gap in wealth distribution among them was even greater than that between the aristocratic families and the common people among the Han people. An ordinary Xianbei soldier might have nothing but a saber, a horse, and a torn coat.

However, the nobles and officials among the Xianbei had many wives and concubines, and slaves and livestock were everywhere.

As long as the Xianbei's organization level was still there, these lower-level soldiers naturally did not dare to resist.

Now, most of the Xianbei high-ranking officials have basically all died with the death of Qiuliju, and naturally there is no force to stop these poor people from coveting the wealth that did not originally belong to them.

And now, Lu Yi gave them orders again, which ignited the fire of desire in the hearts of these poor people.

There was no need for Lu Yi to be on guard. They themselves were eager to return to the Wuhuan camp immediately to burn, kill and loot.

"We are willing to open the way for General Lu and his army to attack the Xianbei camp!"

Without waiting for Lu Yi's call, these Xianbei surrendered soldiers volunteered to ride forward one by one and lead the way for Lu Yi and the army.

"Humph, this disloyal and unrighteous tribe deserves its own demise today!"

Upon seeing this, Gongsun Zan felt even more contempt for these Wuhuan people, and immediately took his troops to follow the surrendered Wuhuan soldiers. Although Lu Yi was relieved, Gongsun Zan, who had fought against the Wuhuan people for many years, did not dare to relax his attitude towards these people due to the strong inertia.

"All troops attack, target the Wuhuan camp!"

Lu Yi then ordered the entire army to follow these Wuhuan surrendered soldiers and march towards the Wuhuan camp.

The Bingzhou cavalry under Lu Yi were fine. In order to prevent his soldiers from becoming bandits, Lu Yi imposed strict restrictions on the seizure and distribution of spoils.

As long as you participate in the war and make contributions, you can get a fixed proportion of the spoils.

On the contrary, if you have diarrhea during a battle and want to grab the spoils after the battle, not only will you not get any reward but you will be severely punished.

Under the relatively fair and equitable spoils distribution system, the Bingzhou cavalry would not be like the Hu people or the warlord army who would be unable to move when seeing the spoils.

However, the various Xiongnu tribes were not as disciplined as the Bingzhou cavalry.

They came here to make money.

Now seeing Lu Yi giving the order, they immediately rushed forward and followed the Xianbei surrendered soldiers towards the Xianbei camp.

The army marched for another half day, and finally arrived at the Xianbei camp just as the sun was about to set.

In order to more conveniently receive the spoils from within the pass, Qiuliju deliberately placed the camp very close to the pass.

Unexpectedly, this move benefited Lu Yi and others.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of more than 200,000 galloping horses immediately alarmed the old and weak Xianbei people who stayed behind in the camp.

"Is it the king who has returned with the warriors of my tribe?"

"Haha, judging from the noise today, I'm afraid they've seized a lot!"

"The more Han people die, the better life will be for us Xianbei people. I'm afraid we can have a prosperous year this year."

Seeing this, the old and weak Xianbei people who stayed behind swarmed out of the tent and looked into the distance.

When they saw the leading 30,000 Xianbei surrendered soldiers appearing in the distance, they couldn't help but cheer loudly.

"Sure enough, the warriors of our tribe have returned!"

"But why is there no royal flag of Lord Qiuliju?"

"Maybe he's holding the line. This is what happened in previous years when we looted a lot of things. Don't worry about it."

However, when the White Horse Volunteers, the Xiongnu army, and the Bingzhou Cavalry appeared in their sight after the 30,000 Xianbei surrendered soldiers.

"Why are there so few brave soldiers in our tribe? It looks like there are only about 20,000 or 30,000 of them! Where are the others?!"

"Look, aren't the people following my warriors Xiongnu and Han people?"

"Oh no! It looks like King Qiuliju was defeated and is being chased by the enemy!"

These old and weak people immediately realized that something was wrong and began to flee in all directions.

However, most of the war horses of the Wuhuan had been taken away to the battle by Qiuliju, and most of the people in the camp were old, weak, sick and disabled. How could they possibly outrun the enemy who was eyeing them covetously?

Thirty thousand defeated Xianbei soldiers rushed into the camp first, followed by the 100,000 strong Xiongnu army.

However, Lü Yi's Bingzhou cavalry and Gongsun Zan's White Horse Volunteers stopped and did not rush in.

Firstly, such brutal killing and looting would likely cause some adverse psychological effects on the soldiers under his command.

Secondly, they also needed to maintain their combat effectiveness to deter the Huns and Wuhuan surrendered soldiers.

The Xianbei camps were connected together, stretching as far as the eye could see, and raging fires broke out in many of the camps.

The screams and cries of countless men, women, old and young, accompanied by flames shooting into the sky, drifted over the entire grassland.

However, both Lu Yi and Gongsun Zan were veteran generals who had fought in many battles, and both sides had a deep hatred for the Hu people, so they not only did not have any sympathy or guilt, but instead felt filled with joy.

In war, no one is innocent.

Although these old and weak people did not directly participate in this year's looting.

But most of the elders among these old and weak people had robbed the Han people when they were young.

And if we follow the original history, these children would also join the Wuhuan bandits when they grow up and become the main force in looting the Han Dynasty.

"The Wuhuan, which had been active for hundreds of years, has become history!"

Lu Yi looked at the flames rising into the sky and couldn't help but sigh softly.

The chaos lasted from dusk till late at night, and only slowly subsided when the first ray of sunlight of the next day broke through the darkness and illuminated the grassland again.

At this time, Lu Yi saw that the Huns and the surrendered Xianbei soldiers had already let go of their bestiality and looted a lot of spoils, and the possibility of unrest was relatively low, so he led the Han army into the Wuhuan camp.

After Lu Yi entered the Wuhuan camp, he naturally moved into Qiuliju's original king's tent.

Although the Wuhuan had no common leader, they were divided into the Wuhuan inside the Great Wall and the Wuhuan outside the Great Wall.

However, Qiuliju was the most powerful among the Wuhuan, so his tent could barely be called the royal tent of the Wuhuan people.

"Tribal leaders, did you all have your fill last night?"

Inside the royal tent, Lu Yi sat high on the throne and asked with a smile to the assembled Xiongnu tribal leaders.

"It's all fun, it's all fun!"

"Thanks to Lord Lu's gift, this is the first time we have felt so comfortable in these years!"

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(End of this chapter)