The gurgling Changshui River flows quietly to the south. On both sides of the river, there are willows and lush flowers and plants.

In early autumn, the scenery of Ba Shangyuan is still as beautiful as midsummer.

Staring at this river, Zhang Yue's eyes were filled with nostalgia and touch.

My hometown is a place that all the people in Xia will never forget.

Even though he is just a time traveler, his feelings for Changshui Township are not very deep.

But when I see this river, every bit of the memory always appears.

It made him feel mixed emotions and felt a little nervous.

And ahead, on the side of the bridge, the elders and brothers who came to greet him had already filled the entire bridge deck and the sides of the river bank.

The bustling crowd shouted his name.

"Zhang Yingyang! Zhang Yingyang!"

The respected elders stood up with their children, tremblingly leaning on crutches.

In Nanling County, all the gentry, landlords and officials have gathered here.

Zhang Yue listened, looked at the scene, raised his foot slightly, walked off the carriage, and the armor he wore had long been wiped clean, like a mirror in the sun, dazzling.

The long sword tied around his waist was inlaid with three pearls and jades he seized from the treasure house of the Hun Dragon City.

And behind him, the Nanling soldiers who followed him to fight had already formed a formation.

Everyone was wearing a chain mail that only Han military officers were qualified to wear, with a long sword tied, and the people in the front row held a wooden box in their hands.

That was the ashes or clothes of the comrades who died on the battlefield.

At that time, there were more than a hundred children from Nanling and Baling who followed Zhang Yue on an envoy to fight.

But the returnees are only eighty.

The rest of the people were killed in the battlefield, covered with corpses, or died of wounded soldiers, missteps and accidents.

Taking these soldiers, Zhang Yue steadily walked forward, walked to the elders, then bowed, took off his iron helmet, put it on the ground, and bowed: "You are not talented, you have to bear the entrustedness of your elders, and failed to return with all your armored soldiers. I hope your elders will forgive you!"

Behind him, Tian Shui, Li Miao and other retainers, brought more than 20 wooden boxes to the crowd with representatives such as Guo Rong.

Then everyone, like Zhang Yue, took off the iron helmet, took off the sword, bowed and bowed again: "I am not talented, I am betrayed my elders and failed to return with my fellow comrades. I am guilty!"

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then, a respected three elders walked up to Zhang Yue with a crutch and said slowly on behalf of the elders: "Zhang Yingyang and all the younger generations don't have to feel guilty!"

"So for the emperor, horses and horses are wrapped in corpses, die for the country, and attack the Huns outside the territory. This is the journey of a real man!"

"Why have the children of Nanling ever been afraid of sacrifice?"

"They are all real men of my Nanling, and they will be sacrificed by my Nanling descendants for generations!"

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Time turned back for more than ten days. On Guyan Mountain, the autumn wind was rustling and the weather was getting colder.

In another month, heavy snow would fall from the sky. At that time, the Huns would leave here, cross the Yuwushui, and spend the winter at the foot of Yanran Mountain.

However……

This winter is destined to be an extremely difficult season.

"The left wing of Mobei lost 70% of the livestock, more than half of the population, almost all the victorious soldiers and tribal cavalry..." Li Ling said leisurely: "In addition, almost all the hidden gold and treasures were abducted!"

"I also paid 10,000 cavalry, 50,000 gold, and thousands of craftsmen and merchants in Zhao Xincheng..."

"This winter, if you don't starve to death by 20,000 or 30,000 people, you may not be able to get over it!"

The nobles around him all lowered their heads, and everyone's faces showed deep sorrow.

The failure this summer is second only to the disastrous defeat after the decisive battle in Mobei that year!

The military and economic situation were all defeated.

What's even more terrible is that in order to attack the Western Regions, the King of Rizhu, continued to squander most of the food and supplies in the Xiongnu.

Now, economically, the Huns may fall into hunger at any time!

To make matters worse, the rise of the so-called Tushe Shaman led to the rise of religious power in the Huns.

A large number of shamans colluded with the Tushe Shaman and brainwashed a large number of herders.

Many devout herders would rather give their little cheese and fur on their stomachs in order to worship the gods.

This directly led to the further weakening of the Huns' national strength.

So much so that if the current Shanyu Ting encounters the main force of the Han army attacking, he may not even be able to get the cheese and milk wine to fight!

Therefore, in order to cover up his weakness and mistakes, the Shanyuting had to sacrifice all the redeemed nobles to heaven.

More than 300 noble sects, including the Right Xianwang Sheli, were tied to the stone pillar of the Heavenly sacrifice by Shanyu Hulugu and the Tushe Shaman, and peeled and cramped, and tortured to death!

They also took their skulls, made them into underworld objects, and worshiped them on the holy mountain to pray for the forgiveness of the gods.

Therefore, this winter may be harder than any previous winter!

Because the Huns are not only short of livestock, but even the existing livestock are actually facing the dilemma of insufficient physical fitness.

As long as it is a little colder in winter, they will die in large numbers.

Even without such catastrophic events, these livestock will find it difficult to produce too much milk.

However, the current Shanyuting had just had a quarrel with the group of Xianxian, the Rizhu Wang who controlled the Western Regions.

This means that it will be difficult for the Huns to suck blood from the Western Regions and obtain a lot of assistance to alleviate their own difficulties.

"I plan to take people to Tianshan Mountain! Let's have a good talk with Zuo Xianwang..." Li Ling said seriously: "I am not here these days, so you must be careful and not let the Great Chanyu be surprised, let alone let the Tushe Shaman take the opportunity to take power!"

For Li Ling, this is undoubtedly a difficult choice.

Going to the Western Regions and seeking assistance was the only life of the Huns.

There was no way, the Han Dynasty in the south rose and controlled the entire desert.

The Huns' road to the south was cut off, and they even needed to worry about the enemy's attack from the south.

The only way to live is in the West!

Only the West has a way out!

Now, the only person within the Huns who can negotiate with the King of Rizhu was Li Ling.

Only Li Ling had the opportunity to convince the Rizhu King.

However, once Li Ling left, Shanyuting would lose the person who could control the situation.

All parties may fight at any time.

Therefore, he dared not take his main force away.

For the sake of the overall situation, most of the generals and the army were left behind, and only a few people set out secretly.

He even had to go to Tianshan quietly without hiding Hu Lu Gu and others.

There is no way, this is the last choice of the Mobei Royal Court.

If we do not bow our heads to the wise men now, at this time next year, the authority of the Mobei Royal Court may have been completely wiped out.

The Hun Empire will even split into several forces that are unconvincing and attack each other.

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Today is New Year's Eve, and I am leaving to take my whole family to wish all readers a happy new year.
Chapter completed!