Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 120 Say thank you quickly, you must say thank you!

"interesting."

Yang Feng watched with great interest the Han army arrayed in front of him...

Although they were actually a group of bare-chested Hun warriors covered in blood-red runes, they called themselves the Great Han Army.

The leading general also looked the same, wielding a pair of short steel halberds, but these halberds were thicker than those of the previous Jie general.

This should be their common choice when dealing with weapons like swords.

After all, the latter is truly capable of cutting through iron like mud. Even if the opponent on the battlefield cannot unleash its true power due to their strength, it is still enough to easily cut through ordinary weapons. And no matter how strong these alien warriors are, they cannot defeat a sword with their bare hands. After their blood sacrifice, they are only strengthened and lose the sense of pain, but they are still flesh and blood.

Then strengthen your weapons to withstand these swords. A wooden-handled halberd can be easily cut in half, but a steel halberd as thick as an arm is a different story.

Behind him, the Hun warriors formed a defensive formation, each carrying a heavy shield. These shields, with their zigzag lines, were also made of steel and lined up to form a rusty shield wall, behind which spears extended.

Cavalry forming a battle line on both flanks.

"Emperor Taizu Gao requests permission to attack with cavalry. This is Huyan Yan, a general under Liu Cong. He is from the Huyan clan of the Xiongnu. He defeated me with this formation before."

They surrounded us with a shield wall, used steel shields to block the sword light of the Crimson Sky Sword, and gradually tightened their encirclement. At the same time, they harassed us with arrows. Huyan Yan launched the main attack, and I was almost trapped to death.

First, break through their flanks with cavalry, then use cavalry to attack their shield formation.

Liu Kun said cautiously.

"That's because you're too useless. A fishing net can catch small fish, but it can't catch a giant dragon."

Yang Feng said.

After saying that, he walked straight ahead.

"I am Emperor Gaozu of the Great Han Dynasty. How dare you Xiongnu usurp the title of Han?"

he shouted.

"Even if you were Emperor Gaozu of Han, you would still be the kind of person we trapped at Baideng Mountain. How dare you act so arrogantly here? It's an old dynasty that has been dead for a hundred years. It's an honor for us Xiongnu to use Han as our name."

Huyan Yan sneered.

"That's really inconsiderate of you."

Yang Feng said with emotion.

The next moment, he swung his jade axe and instantly appeared in front of Huyan Yan, at the same time drawing his Crimson Sky Sword.

Huyan Yan reacted extremely quickly. Although caught off guard by the teleportation, he still managed to thrust out his twin halberds at the last moment, but they were also severed in the process. Startled, he leaned back at full speed as the sword's edge flashed past him, severing half of his nose. He remained in a backward-leaning position, retreating frantically before collapsing. Countless arrows flew towards Yang Feng, while the shield wall advanced at full speed amidst the roars of the Xiongnu warriors, attempting to encircle Yang Feng. Unfortunately, Yang Feng ignored all attacks.

Arrows bounced off him.

Although he was wearing a set of early Han dynasty ceremonial robes and even a twelve-tassel crown on his head.

"You are the Southern Xiongnu, aren't you? Wasn't it the benevolent Emperor of the Han Dynasty who accepted you, gave you protection, and saved you from extermination?"
You are under the protection of the Emperor of the Great Han and live on the land of the Great Han.

Did you say thank you?

Despite the impact of the arrows, Yang Feng ignored the surrounding shield wall and walked seriously toward the fallen Hu Yan Yan.

The latter leaped into the air instantly, swinging the broken handles of his twin halberds at Yang Feng. He then turned and sprinted toward the closing shield wall, drawing a spear and hurling it with all his might at Yang Feng. The spear whistled through the air and arrived in front of Yang Feng in an instant, but the latter teleported inexplicably, appearing before him as if in a pre-edited scene. The spear, having lost its target, crashed straight into the shield wall, piercing through the shield and pinning a Xiongnu warrior to the ground.

"Say thank you quickly."

Yang Feng said.

Huyan Yan looked at him in horror, then suddenly grabbed a steel shield and slammed it down on his head with a roar.

But as if he had been struck by a phantom, amidst the deafening crash of the steel shield hitting the ground, he stared in horror at Yang Feng, who remained in the same spot.

He had no idea that this guy had simply used a spatial rift to teleport back to his original spot.

It was indeed an instantaneous teleportation back to the original location.

"Say thank you quickly."

Yang Feng, like a ghost, spoke to him very seriously.

"what……"

Huyan Yan almost went mad.

He grabbed a steel shield again and slammed it down with all his might.

The giant shield even smashed a crater in the ground, and under his enhanced brute force, it even bent and deformed upwards.

"Say thank you quickly."

But Yang Feng remained there, speaking very earnestly.

Fortunately, the shield wall was completed at this time, and under the pressure of the stacked steel shields, spears thrust towards him.

Unable to change weapons in time, Hu Yanyan threw a punch straight at Yang Feng's face in a moment of despair.

then……

The crimson light of the Crimson Sky Sword flashed by.

His arm then fell off, and blood gushed from the severed arm.

Huyan Yan clutched his severed arm in horror, trying to stop the gushing blood. He was also horrified as he watched the spears futilely pierce the monster who called himself Emperor Gaozu of the Great Han Dynasty, as if they were wrapped in soft sheaths. Not only could they not pierce his crown robes, but even the spears aimed at his face were blocked by the twelve-tassel crown hanging down, as if those decorative beads were stronger than steel.

"Thank you."

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and say it.

"very good."

Yang Feng said.

Immediately afterwards, the Crimson Sky Sword flashed blood red again.

Huyan Yan's other arm fell off.

"I said thank you!"

He cried out in despair.

"But I want to see how much blood loss you'll go through before you end up like that guy."

Yang Feng said.

Huyan Yan let out a roar of grief and indignation, and slammed his head into Yang Feng. But the next moment, the blood-red light of the Crimson Sky Sword flashed again. Having lost another leg, he immediately knelt down. At the same time, having lost blood to the limit, his body was rapidly withering away. Even his hair was turning white at a visible speed, and his face was aging rapidly.

"I understand. Your limit is one-third blood loss. You will burn your own bodies to gain temporary enhancement and pain shielding, but the premise is that you cannot lose more than one-third of your blood. Once you exceed this limit, your bodies will suffer a backlash. However, if you do not exceed this limit, you will recover after the battle."

"Understood."

Yang Feng said.

Of course, Huyan Yan could no longer hear it.

At this moment, he had transformed into a desiccated corpse, like something out of a horror movie, his bulging eyes staring wide-eyed at the sky. The Xiongnu warriors who still surrounded Yang Feng didn't stop; protected by their giant shields, they continued their futile but desperate thrusting at him.

Wearing a twelve-chapter imperial robe and a twelve-tassel crown, Yang Feng stood amidst layers of shield walls, holding the Crimson Sky Sword, and looked up at the sky.

Did you say thank you?

He suddenly turned to look at a Hun warrior.

The latter looked at him in horror.

"Say thank you quickly."

Yang Feng said.

"Thank you, thank you."

The Xiongnu warrior said tremblingly.

"So……"

Yang Feng said.

The next moment, he suddenly swept the Crimson Sky Sword in his hand, and at the same time, the sword light surged.

The crimson sword light, leaving a lingering arc in the visual afterimage, swept across the layers of shield walls, severing shield after shield and cutting off the bodies of Hun warriors one by one.

He completed a sweeping motion in that turn.

The shield formation surrounding him was also severed in half by the blood-red arc of light.

"This is the Emperor of Han's judgment upon you."

He said.

After saying that, he walked straight towards Liu Kun, who was completely dumbfounded.

"Let's go back and wipe out the Jie slaves first before dealing with them."

Yang Feng said.

He then boarded the elephant carriage.

The Hun cavalrymen in their formation watched with trepidation, but none of them dared to step forward. Even those watching from the city walls fell silent at this moment.

With a smug sense of triumph, Liu Kun looked at these figures, all of whom he actually recognized...

He really knows a lot of them.

Back in Luoyang, Liu Yuan and his son were prominent figures among the elite families and scholars. Now, Liu Cong, known for his cruelty, is not only quite cultured but also a master of calligraphy. Many of his ministers are also members of this elite circle, and they have had some interaction with him, a member of the same circle. Of course, his main enemies were also these same people: legitimate descendants of the Han dynasty imperial family, isolated officials of the Jin dynasty, fighting alone in Bingzhou against the Xiongnu-Han state, which claimed to be restoring the Han dynasty…

It's magical!
Of course, Yang Feng still left.

He is not in a hurry to deal with Liu Cong now, as the latter poses little threat. Their group is now in decline. Historically, Liu Cong died soon after, followed by a civil war between his son Liu Jie and his cousin Liu Yao. Although the latter won, the strength of the Han state was greatly reduced, and he was eventually defeated by the rising Shi Le. Therefore, the one who truly has a future in the north now is Shi Le.

Of course, his future is not important, because he certainly has no future.

However, their method of upgrading was too destructive. Although the most brutal Shi Hu was dead, they were still the ones that had to be dealt with first.

What about the Xianbei?

Yang Feng suddenly asked Liu Kun.

He was still unaware of the situation of the Xianbei, which was actually the largest group.

"Reporting to Emperor Gaozu, the Xianbei were divided into many tribes, including the Murong, Duan, and Tuoba clans, as well as the Tuoba clan of the Hexi Xianbei, though they were actually branches of the Tuoba clan. It was only at the beginning of the Cao Wei dynasty that their leader, Tuoba Pigu, desired to become chieftain but was denied, so he angrily led his people south from the Yin Mountains along the Helan Mountains to the Yongliang region. The common people referred to Tuoba as Tuoba, hence the name Tuoba clan. In addition, there was the Qifu clan in Longyou, who were actually a mix of Xianbei and Gaoche. In the Hehuang region, there was the Tuyuhun, a branch of the Murong clan, and the Yuwen clan, who were nomadic in Liaoxi and called themselves Xianbei but were actually Xiongnu. However, these were all small tribes; the strongest now were the Murong, Duan, and Tuoba clans."

Although all the tribes were Xianbei, they were not the same in reality.

The Murong clan were a white-skinned Xianbei people, known for their beauty. They lived in the Xianbei Mountains and were initially called "Buyao" because they wore a crown with swaying ornaments like the Han people. However, this was not suitable as a surname, so they claimed to admire the virtues of the two elements and the appearance of the three luminaries, and called themselves Murong.

The Murong clan passed down witchcraft through generations, claiming they could summon mountain and forest spirits to possess them, thus gaining the strength of fierce beasts and the courage of bears and tigers.

The Duan tribe was not entirely composed of Xianbei; in fact, it was a mixture of Xianbei Duan clan, Wuhuan, Xiongnu, and even Han Chinese, with the Duan clan as the leader.

The Duan family rose to power only a few decades ago. They began as a servant of Duan Rilu, originally a slave of a Wuhuan chieftain. Somehow, they obtained an ancient elixir recipe and alchemy furnace, enabling them to transform into giants using the elixir. While this transformation was temporary, it was enough to allow them to dominate the battlefield and rule the area east of Yuyang. This elixir was passed down only to the descendants of the Duan family, while the recipe and furnace were kept by their leader. Furthermore, the Duan family was related to the Murong family by marriage; Wang Jun had previously allied with them and married his daughter to the Duan family. Therefore, the Duan family was granted the title of Duke of Liaoxi, with Liaoxi Commandery as their fiefdom, and the governorship of Lingzhi.

The Duan family is currently the strongest of the Xianbei.

The Tuoba Xianbei were originally a separate tribe of the Xianbei, living in the most remote part of the Great Xianbei Mountains. They later moved south continuously and now use the Hetao region as their nomadic land.

They didn't possess any special abilities.

Liu Kun said.

"No?"

Yang Feng said, somewhat surprised.

In this bizarre world where martial arts, Taoist magic, shamanic witchcraft, alchemy, talismanic spells, and even otherworldly summoning techniques coexist, there is actually something that has nothing at all.

The art style is surprisingly unique.

If history remains unchanged, the one who has nothing will still be the ultimate victor.

“They were all brave enough.”

Liu Kun said.

"Uh?"

This explanation left Yang Feng speechless.

"Emperor Taizu Gao, each tribe has its own unique skills, so they rely on these skills. The leaders even use these skills to establish their countries, which weakens their people in order to control them. For example, the Duan family, after taking the elixir, can transform into a giant of eighteen feet, wearing heavy armor and wielding a giant weapon weighing a thousand catties. They are almost invincible on the battlefield. All they need is for their subjects to make offerings to them. They don't need their subjects to be good fighters. If their subjects were good fighters, they would be afraid that they would be ambushed and killed before they took the elixir, and that the elixir would be stolen."

The weaker their subjects, the more secure they feel.

Look at these Xiongnu. After the deaths of warriors like Huyan Yan, they didn't even dare to fight.

Previously, when Huyan Yan fought against me, several thousand Xiongnu soldiers unexpectedly encountered several hundred Tuoba Xianbei soldiers that I had borrowed, and they immediately fled without a fight.

Because the Tuoba tribe possesses no extraordinary abilities, everyone must fight to the death to survive in this chaotic world; otherwise, they cannot defend their territory. As for those with extraordinary abilities, it's simply a matter of exchanging lives. Those with extraordinary abilities are all tribal chiefs and nobles, living in wealth and honor, so naturally, I am unwilling to trade my life with them. If I had the Crimson Sky Sword in my hand, I could kill hundreds of enemies, but after killing hundreds, I would eventually be worn down by them. If we were to actually go to the battlefield, I certainly wouldn't want to engage in such a protracted and exhausting struggle.

Moreover, they didn't want much; just a corner of the Hetao region, not a fertile land, but merely a harsh, windswept grassland. Naturally, no one would risk their life for such a small piece of land.

Liu Kun said.

Yang Feng couldn't help but laugh.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Those who possess extraordinary abilities enjoy wealth and luxury. Who would risk their life against a group of lunatics like this?

Even if you wipe them out, what good will it do? All you'll get is the area from Datong to Hohhot. Is that place really that rich? Is it better than the Guanzhong Plain or the North China Plain? Is it worth risking your life against these lunatics for such a small piece of land? It's completely unnecessary. As long as they submit, that's enough for appearances. Anyway, even if you manage to seize it, they won't migrate there. Who would want to move from the North China Plain or the fertile Guanzhong Plain to Inner Mongolia?

But this ironically made the Tuoba clan the most promising.

Of course, this is on the premise that they were not wiped out in the initial melee.

(End of this chapter)