Siheyuan: I decide the fate of the world with my medical skills

Several workers stepped forward and used a small diamond cutter to trim the glass, then inlaid it into the glass window with the carved pattern, and finally fixed it with wooden strips. A beautiful glass window was completed. "And this is naturally for the purpose of the renovation plan of Lanchi Palace."

The north wind howled, and the earth was pale. At the intersection of the boundless desert and grassland at the western foot of the Helan Mountains, the strong wind brought flakes of snowflakes. It was not snow, it was salt.

In this desert stretching for hundreds of miles, beneath the scorched yellow and dry grassland, there is a white expanse. Hundreds and thousands of Huns wearing heavy leather clothes move around, picking up pieces of crystal salt that have been rolled on the ground by the wind and snow, and stuffing them into their sheepskin bags.

A few days ago, under his leadership, Maodun hurriedly evacuated the southern river bank, joined the nomadic servants in the north, and returned to the Xiongnu camp in the northern desert. Along the way, the Xiongnu army, which could not find any supplies, was criticized, and some centurions who were attached to the Xiongnu tribe also quietly left with their people. The left leader, who was originally in a bad mood, led his troops to the west after a fierce dispute. The Qin grassland was difficult to conquer, and the left leader had decided to regard the Yuezhi pasture as the next battlefield.

In desperation, in order to stabilize people's hearts, he led his troops to this place - a salt marshland inherited by successive Hun Khan families. He generously took out the private wealth that only the Khan enjoyed and shared it with everyone.

At this moment, Maodun, who had abandoned tradition and made a decision against the will of his ancestors, was wearing a golden eagle hat crown that symbolized his status as Khan. He stood outside his spacious felt tent and gazed at the eagle circling in the sky.

He once had the lords under the eagle flag responding to his presence and following him like the wind.

And now? In order to gather the tribes under his command around him again, he was forced to choose such a condescending way to gain recognition.

Just like the situation in late summer when he sent his beloved queen to the proud Donghu tribe as a peace envoy in order to let the people recuperate, Maodun raised his hands and bowed deeply to the Helan Mountain covered with silver frost. On the side of the majestic mountains and on both sides of the rushing Beihe River is where he and Maodun, the great Chanyu from the Luandi clan (meaning Yuezhi), grew up. It was the once rich grassland of the Xiongnu and his roots. Now he had to make this humiliating decision in exchange for the unity and recognition of the ethnic group again.

Maodun was worshiping deeply, with a clear oath in his heart: he would not let go of any Qin people there, and would not plunder their women, children, cattle and sheep; he was determined to regain control of the rich and lush land bestowed upon the Xiongnu people by the Gray Wolf God!

Suddenly, an eagle screamed in the sky, so sharp.

Maodun stood up with a start and stretched out his arm, which was wrapped in a leather sheath and full of strength; then he caught the hawk that swooped down from the sky. Then, not far away, a long and old sound of cattle and sheep came, which was an emergency call from the knights patrolling around the salt marsh.

Who are they? Is it the Yue clan or the group led by Chief Zuo?

With doubts in his mind, Mao immediately took out the inner-curve knife and curved arrows from the yurt where he was hiding, blew the whistle to call the horse, and quickly rode on the red horse that was ready to welcome him.

Boom!

Then a rhythmic horn sounded again, announcing the threat from the east in the traditional voice of the Xiongnu tribe. Countless enemies were approaching the camp rapidly at a speed that could not be distinguished by the naked eye!

When the word "East" came to his mind, Maodun felt dizzy and everything seemed to be a joke of fate.

The Han people who were busy extracting salt in the distance stumbled and dragged their legs in a hurry towards the camp.

How could the Qin people suddenly appear on such a vast and desolate plain? Did they know the location of this place?

Maodun untied his longbow from his horse and put feathers in the quiver: "Kunmo! Bring your people and follow me!"

The man called "Kunmo" was actually the king of the Wusun tribe, named Nan Doumi. After the battle of Hexi, the Wusun tribe was forced to follow the Xiongnu. To show his loyalty, he once recognized Touman as his nominal father. After Touman died, as Maodun took over the power, he was once again called Maodun's father...

"Father, since the Qin people are well prepared, why don't we retreat!" Kunmo rode forward to try to stop them, his tone full of earnestness and anxiety.

However, Maodun, a man with far more courage than a staring marmot, simply waved his hand to dismiss his men's persuasion: "You are a little thing who dares not take on big responsibilities! Don't stand in my way! Those who raised you were wild foxes, not wolves."

"Even if you leave your life and death here, don't think of letting me go to the underworld alone!" Kunmo faced the whip raised by Maodun angrily: "The Xiongnu nation can do without me, Kunmo, but it can never do without the soul of Dutuo supported by a brave man like you, Maodun, the great Khan!"

Looking at Kunmo's flushed face, he hesitated with the whip in his hand.

One day long ago, Maodun, who was a hostage in Yuezhi State, had a conversation with a Qin merchant. The story of a great monarch deeply affected his heart - this monarch was willing to be enslaved by the enemy and eventually destroy the enemy in order to revitalize the country;

Soon after, "Modun" became the leader of the Xiongnu tribe. In the future, he will become the leader of the world's "lonely plow", the great Maodun Chanyu!

Thinking of this, he immediately put down his whip and fired a flare arrow towards the vast wilderness in the north.

The whistling arrow is a kind of arrow with a powerful sound created by Maodun. It consists of an arrowhead and an arrowhead body. The arrow body is round with two holes inside. When the arrow is fired, it will make a sharp sound.

Back then, Maodun used this kind of whistling arrow to kill his father.

However, Touman had already turned to dust. Now the purpose of this whistle arrow was to command all the Xiongnu cavalry to charge towards the northern wilderness. Although this area was vast, the terrain was difficult to find water and lush grasslands. If the Qin army launched an offensive from here, it would be difficult to reach; and once the Xiongnu knights entered the desert area, they would disappear mysteriously like fish returning to the sea.

When they saw Shan Yu giving the order, the messengers around him who were delivering messages immediately pulled out the long horns they were using to send messages.

The long and loud flute sound quickly spread throughout the salt lake area.

Following them came the Hun cavalry scattered everywhere. Led by their neighing sounds and carrying several loaded horses, they quickly gathered towards the location of the Great Khan.

The Xiongnu warriors who fled in a hurry had no time to pack up their tents. At this critical moment, their lives were the most valuable, followed by horses and weapons; but now the situation was different, their precious things also included the packages on the pony's back carrying salt!

It was precisely relying on this salt pond that the Lele tribe, which had been passed down for many years, could become the leader of the entire Xiongnu. This was because the salt pond was always firmly in their hands, controlling the salt trade between the various Xiongnu tribes, allowing them to dominate the area.

"Follow me!" Maodun raised his whip and took the lead in charging into the depths of the wilderness.

At this call, the Hun warriors followed them without hesitation, not because they trusted them without any doubt, but because only the Chanyu of the Lele family could accurately grasp the escape route and lead the team out of danger.

Soon after Maodun led the Xiongnu knights into the sea of ​​sand, a powerful Qin army of nearly 20,000 cavalrymen came in like a dark cloud covering the sun. The general leading the team wore the uniform of a local official, Guanneihou - a long-sleeved top with brightly colored armor, a pair of trousers, square boots with rounded toes and raised edges, and a purple-black crown with two egret feathers on it.

He was the general in charge of the military reorganization of the northern border, named Meng Tian. Next to him was the general who wore military uniforms but lost his rank due to poor performance, and only covered his forehead with a black scarf, named Wang Li. Wang Li got off his horse, stared at the horse hoof prints on the ground that were still hot, and said anxiously:

"General, please let us give chase!"

However, Meng Tian smiled and said: "Don't worry, let's get the voting and recommendation done first..."

Wang Li glanced to the side to avoid the strong wind, and then shouted: "Captain Guan Ying, please tell me, are we chasing in the right direction?"

Guan Ying also imitated the same gesture and replied generously: "Please rest assured that our path is guided by the most outstanding archers. They are as skilled in tracking the enemy as they are in chasing prey!"

Hearing this, Wang Li exclaimed loudly, expressing his agreement: "That's great!"

Considering this battle, Meng Tian specially sent messengers on horseback to catch up with Guan Ying who was leading the troops back to Xianyang, in order to get these grassland cavalry who were good at tracking the enemy in the grass.

A few minutes later, a deep military bugle call was heard from a distant place. This was not the bugle call blown by the Huns, but rather the notification bugle call used by the Qin army to gather their comrades after they discovered the enemy!

A hint of excitement appeared on the faces of Wang Li and others. They whipped the horse harness and horses with whips and ran towards the front line at high speed.

In the distance, the war was raging. A large number of Qin soldiers were fighting fiercely with the Xiongnu warriors. Many war horses were either frightened or abandoned because their masters were defeated and were running around wildly.

The most eye-catching scene is that some of the soldiers who are engaged in a fierce conflict with the Huns still have their shoulders exposed - even in the cold winter night, there is no hindrance, as if to show their tenacity or a symbol of unyielding.

When Wang Li and Guan Ying's eyes met, Guan Ying nodded modestly and said respectfully to Wang Li: "General, I will leave it to you to deploy!"

Wang Li nodded slightly, and accepted and took over the command of the army without reservation.

Although he was eager to make a contribution, he did not rush into the battlefield, but began to deploy his troops steadily after years of combat training.

After a series of continuous commands, the army of more than 10,000 horses deployed their positions according to the formation pattern that had already been deeply imprinted in their minds.

The cavalry armed with powerful bows were at the front of the team, followed closely by soldiers holding long spears and ready to charge. On both wings were Hu warriors dressed in various grassland costumes, who were engaged in defense and restraining the opponent's formation.

The Qin army and the Hu cavalry who were fighting with the Huns in the distance gradually left the battlefield and set up their battle formation on the other side, forming a triangular diagonal situation with Wang Li who was standing in the center commanding the formation.