Qin Gong

Chapter 733 Arrival at Langjuxu Mountain

Chapter 733 Arrival at Langjuxu Mountain

Langjuxu Mountain, with its rolling hills, seems to stand upright on the earth. The few plains at the foot of the mountain are embraced by hills one after another. Looking from the plains inside, it seems as if they are embraced by the "hands" stretched out by Langjuxu Mountain.

The Huns believed that this was their origin, so every January, May, and autumn, the Hun tribes would return here. Under the leadership of the Chanyu, all the Huns would pray and bless together, offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, and kneel down to worship the sun and the moon.

At this moment, in the plain, densely packed tents came into view. Hundreds of tents spread from the plain to the halfway point of the hillock. Beside a stream, sheep were trampling on the emerald green grass and running quickly into the flock. Not far away, one could clearly see the Hun women talking and laughing together.

But suddenly, there were some sounds of horse hooves in the distance, and the women saw some Hun men riding their horses quickly towards the camp, shouting something.

At first the woman couldn't hear clearly, until later on, she saw that the expressions of those Hun men were full of fear, and they were saying some incomprehensible words.

"Run! Take all the children, run!!!"

"Run!!!"

After hearing the Hun men's exclamations, the Hun women beside the stream looked at each other in confusion and started discussing anxiously, wondering what had happened and why the men let them escape.

Also within the Xiongnu territory, one Xiongnu woman, child, and elder after another walked out of their tents upon hearing the sound of horse hooves.

When they heard the voices shouting to flee, all the Huns were stunned and looked at each other in confusion.

There were hundreds to nearly a thousand tents in the Hun territory. They seemed to be in one area, but they extended all the way to the distant hillside. This forced the Huns to separate while shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Manhu, what happened? Why are you asking us to run away?"

Under the worried and puzzled gazes of many Huns, as a Hun man reined in his horse, an old man stepped forward and asked.

"Someone, someone is coming to kill us!"

The Hun man had just spoken, and all the Huns who heard this had no time to ask anything else. As they looked at each other, they suddenly heard the faint sound of rumbling iron hooves, which became clearer and clearer, and louder and louder.

This time.

Not to mention the man on horseback who was pale and trembling as he looked back, even the other Huns became agitated in an instant.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"what!!"

Screams rang out from the outermost part of the Hun territory, and the terrified cries of women continued to be heard.

Outside the tent.

Amid the roar of iron hooves, a torrent of Qin soldiers, holding long spears and Qin swords, poured into the camp one after another under the Qin flag.

Kill anyone you see! Every Hun, no matter women, children, old or young, or even half-grown children, died tragically under the sword of the Qin army while fleeing. With the chaotic iron hooves, corpses appeared one after another on the ground.

A Hun man was chopped back and stumbled onto the tent. As the small tent shook, he looked at the sharp Qin sword coming at him and quickly lowered his head. The Qin sword instantly slashed through the tent. However, the Hun man tried to escape using his hands and feet, but the next moment the Qin soldiers had already turned their swords around and stabbed him hard from behind.

After struggling and trembling for a few breaths, the Hun man's legs kept digging into the mud, as if he wanted to get up, but he seemed to be limp because of fear, and finally, the ground was stained red with blood, and he became motionless.

The Qin soldiers drew their Qin swords, looked at the fleeing Xiongnu women and children around them, and rushed forward again with swords in hand.

Everywhere around were scenes of Qin soldiers on horseback chasing and killing Xiongnu women and children. A goshawk suddenly flew out of the tent that had just been separated. If you looked closely, you could clearly see half a rope in its claws.

Perhaps it was frightened by the shouting, or perhaps it was the thick smoke and fog that made the bird uncomfortable. The goshawk flew into the sky and circled. With its sharp eagle beak, its eyes looked down in mid-air, looking at the black spots everywhere like ants and insects, running around madly in the territory. It seemed to smell blood, or it seemed to be afraid of the crossbows. The goshawk could only spread its wings and fly away, not daring to land.

In the chaotic Hun camp, there was killing everywhere, screams, cries, and desperate wails. In the slight smoke, there were figures of people being killed everywhere.

If we put aside the identities, then this scene is truly frightening and uncomfortable, and makes people hate those killing soldiers from the bottom of their hearts, cursing them as heartless and bloodthirsty butchers.

However, if we put on an identity, if we tell the story of how it was these Huns who vented all these things, time and time again, on the innocent people of the Central Plains in the north of the Central Plains in the past, everything would be different.

And if they knew that such killings were the result of the massacres of the Huns, who had been burning, killing, robbing, raping, and slaughtering the people of the Central Plains for thousands of years, generation after generation, and had even become accustomed to and proud of it...

From the perspective of the people of the Central Plains, as descendants of the people of the Central Plains, all our senses seem to be somewhat different.

At least at this moment, the slaughtered Xiongnu women and children should be thankful that the Qin people in the Central Plains, these Qin warriors, do not like to eat people, and do not like to eat women and children.

"kill!!!"

"kill!!"

In the chaos, the Iron Eagle soldiers were blood-thirsty. In the massacre, not only their clothes and armor were stained red, but even their sword-holding hands and swords turned blood red, as if they had walked out of a pool of blood.

Bai Yan held the Qin sword in his hand. At this moment, he was the great minister of Qin. With blood dripping from the sword in his hand, he rode on his warhorse and observed the scene around him.

Bai Yan didn’t know whether the famous general who lived hundreds of years later had massacred his entire clan.

But at this moment, when the Qin State controlled the entire Central Plains, Bai Yan chose to exterminate the entire clan, which was an act that went against the will of heaven and was inhumane. At this moment, Bai Yan would settle accounts with the Huns for all the blood debts of the people of the Central Plains for thousands of years.

"Daliangzao, the road to the north has been closed!"

"Daliangzao, the west has been secured!"

"Daliangzao is already patrolling in the south!"

A soldier came to Bai Yan on horseback. At this moment, none of the soldiers showed any guilt on their faces because of the massacre of the people around them. On the contrary, they all felt excited and refreshed after traveling thousands of miles from the Central Plains to the north and coming to this place, a place that the people from the Central Plains had never set foot on for thousands of years.

Although they were not border cavalry, this was exactly why everyone was so excited.

A real man, if he can have such an experience in his life, his life will be worthwhile!

"No one will be left alive here. Cut off the heads of all the Xiongnu people and send them to the top of the mountain to offer sacrifices to the heavens. This will comfort the kings of the Central Plains. We are the ones who have vengefully taken away from the Central Plains and will slaughter their entire clan!"

Bai Yan spoke, looking across the tribe's tents and up at the peak of Langjuxu Mountain.

On one side is the Langjuxu Mountain, and on the other side is the Guyan Mountain. For these two mountains, Bai Yan not only uses the Huns' sheep and livestock to sacrifice to the ancestors of the Central Plains, but also uses the Huns' heads to comfort the souls who died at the hands of the Huns for thousands of years.

and also……

Shangjun Gaonu, those graves, those soldiers’ souls in heaven.

“Yes! Yes!!!”

When the Iron Eagle soldiers heard Bai Yan's orders, they became even more excited and hurriedly rode their horses towards different directions.

There were only a few hundred Xiongnu men guarding the Xiongnu territory. After they died tragically one after another in the battle against the elite Iron Eagle soldiers, the remaining Xiongnu tribes completely lost their ability to resist.

Looking around, everywhere you look, you can see the women, children, the elderly and the weak of the Huns lying in pools of blood, their bodies one after another.

The tragic scene was that when the carriage following behind arrived at the Xiongnu tribe, everyone got off the carriage and looked out. Everyone's face turned pale. When they saw the miserable scene of the Xiongnu tribe, not to mention those scholars such as Ju Wu, Tian Xie, and Zhong Xing, even the elderly Ying Pi felt a chill all over his body and was frightened by Bai Yan's brutality.

They really left no room for mercy and massacred the entire clan, leaving no one alive!

If before this, everyone had heard that Bai Yan had raided the Xiongnu territory in the south and massacred the Xiongnu tribes, they would have been shocked, but still had a trace of doubt, thinking that Bai Yan had only massacred most of the Xiongnu people.

However, after seeing with their own eyes the inhumane killing in the Xiongnu territory, everyone felt clearly that what Bai Yan said in the past was not false.

"In the past, scholars only thought that Bai Qi was a butcher. After today, everyone in the world knows that after Bai Qi, there will be another butcher!"

The elderly Ju Wu shook his head and said this with his long gray beard.

As a former noble of the Yan State, a member of the Ju family, and the mentor of Yan Dan, Ju Wu often had exchanges with the Xiongnu and Donghu in the north. The Yan State where Ju Wu was located also fought and had exchanges with the Donghu. But no one, whether Ju Wu or the Yan State, had ever thought, or dared to think, of making the foreign enemies in the north disappear.

Because no one can do it!

But now, Ju Wu knows that in the future, the Xiongnu tribe in the north will disappear forever and there will be no news of it again.

Even though it was Bai Yan who risked his life to protect Ying Zheng, which caused Yan Dan's assassination attempt to fail and Yan Dan died with regrets, Ju Wu, as Yan Dan's teacher, has always been brooding over it.

But at this moment, Ju Wu still couldn't help but marvel at Bai Yan's deeds. Although Bai Yan was a general of the tyrannical Qin Dynasty, his talent was rare in the world. For thousands of years, Bai Yan was still the best!

"But slaughtering a tribe is against the will of heaven after all!"

Tian Xie frowned slightly. As a minister of the old Qi Dynasty, he still felt uncomfortable seeing the inhumane massacre of the entire clan. He also believed that such things were against the will of heaven and could not be tolerated by heaven.

Hear the words.

Ju Wu and other Zhao and Yan scholars, who had been friends with Tian Xie and shared the same hatred of the enemy, did not agree with him after Tian Xie finished speaking.

Regarding the issue of the Huns in the north, Zhao Yan and Wei Qi had some differences.

on the plains.

Just one hour.

As the sounds of killing gradually faded, many miserable wails also gradually disappeared, and all that appeared around were Qin soldiers working hard to chop off the heads of corpses.

"Ugh~!"

"Ugh~!!!"

The scholars beside the carriage had lived a life of luxury in the past, and had never seen such a scene, let alone the massacre of women, children, the elderly and the young. Many of them turned pale and could no longer bear it, so they went straight to the carriage and vomited.

"Daliangzao, these are the women from the Central Plains who were captured here!"

Qin Sui, covered in blood, walked up to Bai Yan and bowed to report.

Bai Yan turned his head and when he saw more than a hundred women from the Central Plains, his icy cold gaze gradually softened.

"Prepare food and clothes for them, and place them all in Wolf Mountain! When we return, we will head south again."

Bai Yan instructed softly.

More than a hundred people may not seem like a lot, but not to mention that Bai Yan still has to lead the troops to the Donghu territory, even the Huns are people who ride horses, so Bai Yan cannot bring these more than a hundred women with him.

Otherwise, not only the women would be in danger, but the soldiers would also be in danger.

In grassland battles, flexibility is the most important thing. Losing speed is like cutting off both legs and becoming fish meat.

Therefore, Bai Yan could only settle the people in the mountains and rivers, and when he came back, he would take them south. Bai Yan would definitely come back to this Xiongnu territory.

"promise!"

Qin Sui nodded, and then ordered his confidant to make the arrangements.

At this time, among the many soldiers not far away, Ying Pi and others had not yet come over to talk to Bai Yan, when Ji Heng brought the soldiers and detained one person over.

"Da Liangzao, I just asked, this person is the son of the King of Donghu!"

Ji Heng reported to Bai Yan, and then asked the soldiers to bring the person over to Bai Yan.

Under Bai Yan's gaze, a Donghu man was dragged over while struggling. The ornaments on his body could be clearly seen. Not only were there floral designs engraved on him, but there was also a double-touch entangled human face plaque on his chest. The plaque was knotted in a square shape with two hooks on its head. It was a human face-shaped copper ornament with a human face in the middle. There were six axis shapes connecting the protruding forehead and the long snake shape.

Such exquisite craftsmanship is rare even in the Central Plains. It is no wonder that people say that the Donghu people and the Xiongnu people have similar faces and living habits, but in terms of utensils and clothing, they have roots in the Central Plains.

However, compared to the son of the King of Donghu, Bai Yan's attention was more focused on the woman from the Central Plains brought over by the soldiers behind him. She was gentle and lovely, and her temperament was very different from that of others.

What caught the attention of the other people around was that not only did Bai Yan's eyes look as if he knew the woman, but the way the woman looked at Bai Yan was also a little different.

"Take him away. I will kill him with my own hands during the sacrifice later!"

Bai Yan told Ji Heng that he planned to kill the son of the King of Donghu with his own hands during the sacrifice.

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Qin State, Yongcheng.

In the city, the downtown was bustling with people coming and going, and everyone was rushing towards the palace.

Just outside the ancestral temple of the Ying family of the Qin State, Ying Zheng, accompanied by the Ying family members and followed by the civil and military officials of the Qin State, was walking up the stairs step by step towards the ancestral temple.

In front of the ancestral temple, the Nine Provinces Dings are lined up. The large tripods engraved with the patterns of the Nine Provinces are gathered together again for sacrifices after decades.

Ying Zheng.

Qin Shi Huang, who had now announced himself to the world, at this moment, walked step by step to the Nine Cauldrons under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Fengchang, who was in charge of the rituals of ancestral temple sacrifices, and respected members of the Ying clan were all on both sides of Ying Zheng. Then one of them took a piece of imperial edict handed over by Han Yezhe, came to the stairs behind Ying Zheng, and began to read the imperial edict to the many members of the Ying clan, civil and military officials, and people from famous families all over the country below the stairs.

"Today, Qin rules the world..."

The words read by the elderly man echoed in the air and reached everyone's ears.

Ying Zheng was wearing royal robes. After the reading, he looked serious and began to pray to heaven.

At this moment, no matter the civil and military officials, the Ying clan members, or the old nobles from all over the place below the stairs, would have thought that just as Ying Zheng stepped forward to pray, thousands of miles away in the north, on a high mountain that was already covered with a little snow and frost, the voice of an old Qin man was heard, and the same sacrifice was performed.

The only difference is that on the top of the mountain, what are used for sacrifice are not only sheep and livestock, but also heads with blood still stained.