On the eighth day of the third lunar month of the first year of Yongshi of the Han Dynasty, the territory of Shule Kingdom in the Western Regions had become a super soldier camp.

Li Ling's headquarters, his most loyal Jiankun cavalry, and the Dingling cavalry brought by Wei Lu, were bustling with them to occupy the entire plain.

The original Hun cavalry and soldiers could only curl up in some corners.

The outermost were Shule, Qiemo, Weili, Cheshi and other loyal servants of the Huns.

In addition to soldiers, there are also a large number of men, women, young, women and children, who are also mixed in.

So, the Shule Plain suddenly became crowded.

The local aquatic and grass resources were quickly exhausted, and the pastures were gnawed every day.

If it were in the past, such a thing would never have happened.

But now, the Huns have no scruples.

Even the Shule people didn't agree.

Because they are about to leave here, leave their hometown, and set out to the west where honey and gold flow, countless rice, wheat fields and manors flow.

There is a kingdom that only requires a few hundred people to conquer.

The people there were docile and powerless, with little resistance.

Even the Yuezhi people could not defeat the troops there. Even if they were only part of the Yuezhi, they beat hundreds of countries to cry loudly. They could only offer their women's wealth and pray for the Yuezhi people to show their compassion.

So, everyone is full of expectations and hope.

Li Ling stood at the head of Shule City and looked back at the east.

There are countless emotions in my heart that are mixed with light and darkness, and it is difficult to explain clearly.

"Shaoqing, are you still thinking about your son?" Wei Lu walked to him and asked.

Li Ling nodded: "How can you not think about it?"

That was the bloodline left by his first wife to him, the heir of his incense, carrying the glory and glory of him and the entire Longyou Li family, the failure and shame of failure.

If it were three years ago, if he knew that his son was still alive, he was treated well by the Han Dynasty and even accepted as a disciple by the Han Dynasty Prime Minister.

Then he might not do anything to return to his hometown.

However……

It's no longer possible now.

Not only did he have his own wife, children, family, and career in the Huns, he now also bears the future of hundreds of thousands of men, women, young and old.

Therefore, he could not escape this responsibility.

"Let's go!" Li Ling said, "Let's go as soon as possible!"

"Can't stay anymore!"

He was afraid that if he stayed, the Han Dynasty prime minister would ask his son and brother to come to Shule to find him in person.

At that time, how will he face the son he has never met?

How can we face the clan brother who took huge risks and raised his son?

So, you can only leave and leave as soon as possible, the sooner the better!

"Don't you think about it anymore?" Wei Lu knew Li Ling. He knew very well that Li Ling left today and would definitely regret it in the future!

"What are you going to think about?" Li Ling sighed: "Can I go back, can you? Can my wife, children and generals?"

"Even if it is possible, who can guarantee that the prime minister of the Han Dynasty will destroy the bridge across the river?"

"Let's go!" Li Ling said: "When the Han Dynasty and Wusun people all hope that we will leave and let us leave, leave as soon as possible..."

Wei Lu listened, nodded and asked, "I am afraid that I will not be able to come back in my lifetime..."

"Shaoqing, do you want to leave any marks here?"

Li Ling listened, silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

So, at the east of Shule City, a stone tablet was erected towards the city gate towards the Han Dynasty Yumen Pass.

Then, a poem was engraved on it.

I travel thousands of miles to cross the desert. I am the general of the king and fight for the Huns. The road is in poverty and the arrows are destroyed. The soldiers are destroyed and their names are already gone. My mother is dead and she wants to repay her kindness and return to her peace...

At the bottom of the stone tablet, there is a slogan that leaves its name. His words say: Li Shaoqing, the commander of the Han cavalry, passed away here, and went far west, with mountains and seas separated by tens of thousands of miles, and I will not return...

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The expedition of the Xiongnu in the Western Regions began soon.

Li Ling took the lead in leading his headquarters and ten thousand Jiankun cavalry set out. They crossed the Shule River and entered the ruined Dayuan Old Dayuan territory. Then, they passed through the area controlled by the Wusun people, headed northward and headed straight to the Chu River.

By April, Li Ling's cavalry had already appeared in the middle of the Chu River and within the territory of the Kangju Kingdom.

But he did not launch an attack immediately, but stayed here, waiting for the follow-up Western Expedition troops.

Until mid-April, Wei Lu arrived with more than 200,000 Xiongnu, Shule, Qiemo, and Cheshi coalition.

Behind him were the royal courts of the Xiongnu in the Western Regions, women, children, livestock, and dense and endless large troops.

On the banks of the Chu River, Li Ling led the leaders of various tribes and the monarchs of the servant countries to patrol the west along this spacious river.

"What a fertile pasture..." Li Ling pointed to the lush grassland in the distance, and said to the others: "It should be ours!"

Everyone couldn't help but salivate when they looked at the plump and plump grassland: "You are right! The great Regent!"

"That should be ours!"

King Che even knelt at Li Ling's feet and kissed his boots: "Great Regent, please allow my humble King Che to pay tribute to you!"

"I used to foolishly doubt your decision. I delayed your advance many times. It's really a crime to die!"

"Get up!" Li Ling helped Che Shiwang up and asked him: "Now, do you still doubt it?"

"How dare the slave?" King Cheshi Wang smiled flatteringly: "After seeing such a plump and vast pasture, I have sworn that I will die for the great regent in this life!"

Everyone else nodded.

After they saw the magnificent grassland in front of them, all their dissatisfaction and former resentment disappeared.

Such a good place, if the people of Kangju are as weak as the legendary, then this place is simply a paradise!

At least, it’s much better than my hometown!

At least, there are no terrible Han people and their cavalry here.

Li Ling listened, laughed, raised his whip, pointed to the West, and said, "Then let our warriors bring blood and fire to the people of Kangju!"

So, on that day, Li Ling personally led three thousand cavalry in his headquarters, crossed the Chu River, and drove straight into it.

The people of Kangju knew the movements of the Huns, so they gathered the whole country's troops and set up three lines of defense across the Chu River.

Unfortunately, in front of the elite Huns who were equipped with horseshoes, sabers, and through the Han-Hungary War, the cavalry of the Kangju people and their infantry were all turned into toys of the Huns.

Li Ling's troops had almost no effort, and did not even join reinforcements, so they directly knocked the defenses set up by Kangju people on the Chuhe line.

Tens of thousands of Kangju cavalry and infantry corps were defeated, and then they all knelt down and surrendered to Li Ling.

So, this day has since become a nightmare for all Western countries.
Chapter completed!