Daqin: Zulong Overheard My Rebellion Plan

In the wind and snow, a single horse trekked hard on the snow field.

"Abba, I know you have forgotten your mother since you had the Xin Que family (Shan Yu's first wife)."

"In order to let the cub born of the Xin Que family inherit the Shan Yu's position, you even gave the prince as a hostage to the Yue family."

"It even hints at King Yueshi, kill this prince!"

"But this prince is the most favored son of the sky, how can I stop this prince in a mere prison!"

The skin on his face and hands was chapped inch by inch, his lips turned white, his eye sockets turned black, and his body trembled.

But the gaze in Mao Dun's eyes was extremely firm.

"The prince will definitely return to the Huns alive!"

"The position of Shan Yu should have belonged to this crown prince, and will eventually belong to this crown prince!"

Running all the way, the dried meat and water that Maodun snatched had already been consumed.

Mao Dun hadn't eaten for three days. When he was thirsty, he grabbed snow from the ground and sent it to his mouth.

The cold wind on the grassland cut his body like a knife, cutting off his physical strength and body temperature layer by layer.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been frozen to death on the grassland.

Now the only two reasons to support Maodun to continue to live are revenge and seizing the position of Chanyu!

"That cub, the crown prince will chop it into minced meat!"

"That foxy son, the crown prince will throw him into a slave camp and make him suffer the most torture to die!"

"And Dad, you should die too!"

Mao Dun Shanyu kept muttering to cheer himself up.

Finally, a subtle sound of horseshoes reached Maodun's ears.

Mao Dun looked up alertly, and saw more than a hundred cavalrymen dressed in barbarian uniforms appearing in front of him.

"How could there be a single person appearing on the snow field? Could it be someone who was kicked out of the tribe?"

"Which tribe would drive such a strong man out of the tribe? The chief must be crazy!"

"It's probably like us, who were forced to migrate by the Qin people and separated from their tribe."

"This young man is quite suitable as a slave, take him away!"

After taking a few breaths, Maodun suddenly drew out the straight knife at his waist and shouted loudly.

"This crown prince, is the Hun crown prince Modun!"

"Who is coming?"

The Hu people who were about to take Mo Dun away as slaves were stunned.

More than a dozen Hu people immediately broke away from the main force and rushed towards Maodun.

The leader Battelle frowned and looked at Mouton.

"You said, you are the prince of the Huns?"

Mao Dun took out a dagger from the outside of his calf and raised his arms high.

"This is the White Deer Dagger bestowed by Shan Yu!"

Looking at the white deer outlined with silver thread on the scabbard of the dagger, Battelle was horrified.

The wolf and the white deer are the totems of the Huns.

A general can be matched with a wolf, a son of Shan Yu can be matched with a white deer, and only a single person can be matched with a wolf and a white deer.

Being able to take out this dagger proves that Mao Dun's status will definitely not be low.

Most importantly, in this period, which idiot would pretend to be the prince of the Huns?

You don't need to find such a way to die if you want to die!

Although there was still a trace of doubt in his heart, Battelle still punched his heart with his right fist immediately.

"Kulikhan Tribe, Chief Bateer, Baichen."

Mao Dun hammered his heart back and licked his lips: "I don't know where the Kuli Khan tribe is going to migrate?"

"If you can bring this prince to the direction of Manchester City, this prince will be rewarded!"

Battelle had a strange face: "Prince, are you going to take revenge?"

Mao Dun narrowed his eyes.

He really wanted revenge.

But he won't go out for revenge single-handedly.

Because that is not revenge at all, it is courting death!

Returning to Manchester City this time, he still needs to hide for a while to accumulate strength.

But now, how can he know that he is going to take revenge when he bumps into someone on the road?

Since even one of the chiefs guessed the purpose of his trip, how could that Youneng not guess it!

Going back to take revenge by yourself, is it going to become a self-inflicted trap?

Watching Mao Dun's expression constantly changing, Battelle sighed helplessly.

"Prince, we can understand your mood."

"However, it is too difficult for you to seek revenge!"

He looked at the hundreds of Hu cavalry behind Battelle, and measured the combat strength of both sides.

Mao Dun immediately gave up the idea of ​​silence, and turned impassioned.

"Chief Bateer, this crown prince is the appointed next Shanyu!"

"This prince is also the proud son of heaven!"

"How can this crown prince just sit back and watch the Xiongnu fall into Xiaoxiao's hands?"

Mao said abruptly: "There are still many people who support the prince in Touman City."

"There are also many cronies of the prince in the various ministries of the grassland."

"After returning to Manchester City this time, the prince will surely succeed in revenge!"

"I wonder if Chief Battle is willing to help the prince?"

Battelle shook his head with a wry smile: "Prince, so what if you have many supporters in Manchester City?"

"They're all dead!"

Mouton:!!!

Mao Dun's eyes widened suddenly.

Abba was so ruthless, not only gave the crown prince to the Yue family, but even the supporters of the crown prince were not spared!

Battelle continued: "I also believe that there are many tribes on the grassland who support the crown prince."

"But how many of these tribes are still able to craft?"

"Even those who can survive are mostly in turmoil!"

Mao Dun became more and more astonished, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense.

In order for that cub to inherit Shan Yu's position safely, Abba has gone so far!

You are not worthy to be my father, and even less worthy to be the Shanyu of the Huns!

Battelle finally sighed: "It's not that I doubt the ability of the prince, but the enemy is too powerful."

"Touman Chanyu of my Huns, King Guli of the Left and Right, King of the Right and Worthy of the Left, and Captain of the Left and Right, and other important officials have all died."

"Even if the crown prince wants to revive the banner of the Huns, how can he take back Manchester City!"

Mao Dun's heart was almost boiling with anger.

Dad, he actually licked his head...

Um???

Dad is Touman Chanyu!

Could it be that he committed suicide?

Maudun looked at Battelle in a daze: "Abba, are you dead?"

"Why did Dad die!"

Battelle sighed softly: "Perhaps the crown prince only knows that the Huns were defeated [and Shan Yu was captured]."

"But I don't know that the emperor of Qin State visited Manchester City in the north a few days ago.

Battelle closed his eyes in pain.

"On that day, Shan Yu and all the important ministers and generals were killed."

"The Huns are gone!"

Mouton:!!!

who I am?

where am i

What am I going to do?

I desperately escaped from the Yue clan, just to return to the Xiongnu, kill my father, mother, and younger brother, and seize the position of Shan Yu.

As a result, you now tell me that Abba is dead, and even the Huns are gone?

The Huns are gone, and I still inherit the position of the ass Shanyu?

Then why am I working so hard!

At this moment, Mao Dun felt that his whole body was about to collapse!

"Prince? Prince?"

After being yelled several times by Battelle, it was only then that Modu came back to his senses.

Following Battelle's few words, Mouton quickly guessed the current situation of the Huns.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Chief Battle, are you willing to be driven out of the grassland where we have lived for generations by the Qin State like a lamb?"

Battelle said helplessly: "If not, what else can I do?"

Maudun said bitterly: "It is resistance!"

Battelle smiled wryly: "It's useless, Qin is really strong!"

"We are not their opponents at all, we might as well run."

"I heard that the countries in the west are very weak, and we can still go there to take root!"

Mao suddenly said: "No matter how strong Qin is, is Donghu strong?"

"My great Xiongnu is a vassal state of Donghu. Now that the Huns are in great trouble, I should ask Dongming to send troops to help me!"

"When Donghu and Qin are fighting for the front, I, the Huns, will come back from the ashes!"

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Battelle was slightly startled when he heard the words, and then his breathing became short of breath.

"Prince, is it really possible?"

Can stay in the familiar grassland, who would like to leave their hometown and go to a strange world to survive?

Mao Dun said seriously: "Yes!"

"Sure!"

"Is Qin still continuing the Northern Expedition?"

Battelle said repeatedly: "No, Qin State stopped in Toman City, and no longer went north."

Mao paused and nodded: "The prince will first unify all the tribes north of Touman City.

"Then ask Donghu for help, and send troops to attack Qin together, so as to give me a way out for the Xiongnu!"

Modu's tone turned seductive: "When the Huns are re-established, Chief Bateer will be the biggest hero of our Huns!"

"At that time, the position of King Youguli will belong to Chief Bateer."

"This crown prince's Duan family and the chieftain's Kuli Khan share the world!"

Battelle and the others heard their blood surging, and immediately slammed their mouths down.

"I'll wait, and I'd like to go south and north with the prince!"

Mao Dun also hit his heart and shouted excitedly.

"God, will protect us!"

Are the Huns gone?

Then the prince will build the Huns again!

This Xiongnu Shanyu, I will be the crown prince, and the heavens can't stop me!

Mouton led the newly attached Kuli Khan tribe to the colder north.

At the same time, Wang Ying has already arrived in Xianyang City, where the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

The North Patrol convoy slowly drove into Xianyang City, and Ying Zheng spoke softly.

"It's been a bumpy journey, and all the lovers must be quite tired."

"Everyone who loves you, please take a rest for two days after returning home."

All the courtiers bowed their hands immediately.

"Honor, thank you, Your Majesty!"

Just as the team disbanded, a coquettish call sounded not far away.

"Second brother!"

Wang Ying followed the prestige and saw Wang Xian galloping towards him with a deep joy on his face.

Next to Wang Xian was a carriage, and Ying Yinman was sitting on top of the carriage!

Wang Ying suddenly smiled.

"Xian'er, Princess Yinyuan!"

Ying Zheng looked back suddenly, and then his eyes shrank suddenly.

"My cunt!"

Could it be that my cunt has fallen into the clutches of Wang Ying?