Zhou Yang put on a helmet in three or two, put on a ring-shaped knife, rubbed his eyes, and quickly walked out of the tent.

"I finally waited for this day!"

As soon as Zhou Yang got out of the tent, he saw a scene that he would never forget for his life. He saw countless Han soldiers finishing their stop, wearing helmets and armor, standing in the snow, looking into the direction of Longcheng, with fiery passion in his eyes, as if the rising sun was gushing out.

The Han soldiers had tears in their eyes, pressed their hands tightly on the hilt of the knife, and muttered softly, "I finally waited for this day!"

Their words were not loud, but they had a magical power that made people rush for blood! Because, this is their heartfelt words!

Yes, the war between China and the Huns lasted for thousands of years. During these thousands of years, how many people dreamed of defeating the Huns and restoring peace in China. The famous ones are King Wuling of Zhao, Li Mu, Qin Shihuang, and Meng Tian, ​​who are just a microcosm of countless passionate patriots. Beyond them, there are countless patriots who are fighting for this day, leaving their wives and children, and galloping on the battlefield.

Countless people of lofty ideals have struggled for thousands of years but have not realized their dreams, and they are finally going to realize them.

This day is of great significance and is destined to be recorded in history!

Destined to be immortal!

"I finally waited for this day!"

Zhou Yang muttered softly, and tears suddenly burst out.

This is just a day, calculated by modern times, but only twenty-four hours, and only twelve hours, which is very short.

However, this day was exchanged for countless passions, countless heads, countless passions, and countless hardships!

For this day, Zhou Yang worked hard and racked his brains. Finally, he waited for this day, and it was time to defeat the Huns!

At this moment, Zhou Yang's excitement could not be fully revealed even if he used the water from all over the rivers and the seas to grind the ink. Two lines of hot tears, high head, and undulating chest were the best proof of Zhou Yang's excitement.

"Master!"

The Han soldiers saluted Zhou Yang with great respect, which was a sincere respect!

They understood that without Zhou Yang, the Han Dynasty would not have been today. For this day, Liu Bang, Emperor Wen of Han, Emperor Jing of Han, Zhang Liang, Xiao He, Han Xin, Zhou Bo, Chen Ping, Lu Jia, Liu Jing, Jia Yi, Chao Cuo, Zhou Yafu... Each of the patriots who have been famous throughout the ages is struggling and working hard!

Even Empress Dowager Lu had the intention to defeat the Huns!

However, they were powerless and failed to do it.

It was under the promotion of Zhou Yang that the Han Dynasty became stronger and stronger, and gradually improved the strategic environment. The situation became more and more beneficial to the Han Dynasty. Only then could the Han Dynasty go out of the frontier and attack Longcheng directly, and the day to defeat the Huns!

The contributions are not entirely made by Zhou Yang, but the result of the struggle of countless people with lofty ideals. However, Zhou Yang made great contributions!

It was a great relief to be recognized by the soldiers. Zhou Yang's nose was sore, and he bowed and bowed and said, "Brothers: It's time to defeat the Huns!" His right hand clenched into a fist and shook it hard.

"It's time to defeat the Huns!" He didn't say much, but he expressed the excitement of the soldiers.

"Eat enough, drink it, and prepare to attack!" Zhou Yang wiped away the tears from his face and ordered loudly.

"No!" The soldiers responded and turned around to handle it.

Zhao Ponu handed Zhou Yang a piece of mutton and a bag of stewed horse breasts. Zhou Yang grabbed the snow ball, stuffed it into his mouth to wipe it. He grabbed the snow ball, wiped his face, and washed it. Then he ate the mutton and drank the horse breasts.

While eating and drinking, Zhou Yang's eyes shone with a sharp light, staring at the direction of Longcheng. His eyes were like swords, as if he was about to pierce the sky and pierce the Longcheng.

Not only Zhou Yang is so excited, but who is not like this?

On the eve of defeating the Huns, anyone will be excited. This is human nature.

After breakfast, Zhou Yang's military order was not needed. The soldiers knew what to do and rested while sorting. Before the war, they could only eat 70% full. After they had finished eating, they had to rest for half an hour before they started fighting. This has always been the military rule of the Han army.

Half an hour was not long, but today, in the minds of the Han army soldiers, it was particularly long, as if it was half a year. The more we reached the last moment, the more we were tormented.

Taking advantage of this rest time, Zhou Yang called Zhang Tong and asked, "Zhang Tong, are you ready?"

"Master, let me go, I am ready!" Zhang Qiong replied with great heart, his head almost tilted to ninety degrees: "As long as the commander is given, I will take down the grave of the old thief Maodun as soon as possible! I must dig the grave of the old thief Maodun so that he will die without a place to bury!"

The more I spoke, the more angry he became, the teeth were chewing, and the eyes were as if fire was about to spurt out, and his right hand was pressed tightly on the hilt of the knife.

"The cloud car is too heavy and not portable, so I don't have it." Zhou Yang nodded slightly and said, "It is not necessary to bring the cloud car when fighting in Longcheng. The northwest of the city is the highest and can overlook the entire battlefield. As long as I take down Maodun's grave, I can command the entire army to fight. Fighting in the snow and ice, although the cavalry can charge, its power is not as powerful as usual, and it is still a good use for the Modao. I will leave this to you."

If Zhou Yang cannot control the entire scene in such a large-scale battle, it will have serious consequences, even catastrophic consequences. He needs to command the battle well and take the Maodun grave in the northwest of Longcheng and then go, so there is no need to bring a bulky cloud car.

"No!" Zhang Tong was naturally speechless.

"As for the digging of Maodun's grave, don't worry for the time being." Zhou Yang waved his hand and stopped Zhang Tong from speaking: "I know you hate Maodun because he had besieged Emperor Gaozu and the suicide note was so shameless that no one can forget that his grave must be dug! However, the timing of digging must be used, and there may be unexpected gains."

"Master, why don't you just dig a grave? Is this a reward?" Zhang Tong was a little unbelievable.

"Maodun is the Chanyu that the Huns admire the most, and the greatest Chanyu in the history of the Huns. If his tomb is dug, it will be a great blow to the morale of the Huns. Although we are fully prepared for this war, the situation on the battlefield changes too fast and changing rapidly, and we must keep our hands." Zhou Yang frowned and said very seriously.

Zhang Tong has been on the battlefield and knows how fast the situation on the battlefield changes, and it is often unexpected. If you can keep one more hand, you can keep one. This is a wonderful method, so he nodded slightly to agree.

"Besides, instead of digging now, it is better to catch Shanyu and let him watch us dig Maodun's grave, which is not even more pleasant?" Zhou Yang's eyes flashed.

It was better to finish the battle than to take down Maodun’s tomb, and to snatch the Huns’ monarchs and ministers, and dig them in front of them to make people happy. This is the supreme pleasure. Zhang Tong suddenly realized, raised his thumb and praised: “Master, I’m so calculating!”

After arranging this, Zhou Yang went to inspect for a while and calculated the time. It was almost half an hour, and it was time to attack.

Zhou Yang flew on the horse and pulled the reins of the horse. The wind chasing horse seemed to feel Zhou Yang's passion. He raised his head and said a long neigh, and the sound was majestic and loud, rising straight into the sky.

"Law!"

When thousands of horses are in harmony, there is a solemn and murderous spirit.

"Array!"

Zhou Yang gave a loud order, pulled the reins and ran out.

The Han army soldiers had already completed the formation, and Zhou Yang did not need this order at all. What a great day today, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most meaningful day in Chinese history. Who can not rush to create a glory that is unprecedented today and has no future generations?

When he arrived in front of the formation, Zhou Yang looked around and saw that the Han soldiers were in a state of purging formations, strong people and strong horses, and their morale was like rainbows, and the solemn and murderous aura filled the world.

"Brothers: This is Longcheng! The holy land of the Xiongnu, the burial place of the Xiongnu Shanyu in all dynasties! There are not a hundred Xiongnu Shanyu buried here, and there are dozens of them!" Zhou Yang's eyes shone brightly, he glanced at the military formation, and shouted loudly in the cold wind: "We have only one task: kill all the Xiongnus! Take down the Dragon City! Dig the ancestral tomb of the Xiongnu!"

"Kill all the Huns! Take down the Dragon City! Dig up the Huns' ancestral tomb!"

This is what the Han army soldiers want to do the most. They all raise their voices and roar. The earth-shaking roars went straight to the sky, shaking the clouds in the sky to pieces.

"The tomb of the old thief Maodun is in the northwest of Longcheng. I will command you to fight there! I will see you cutting off the heads of the Huns! I will see the pitiful look of the Huns begging for mercy in front of you!" Zhou Yang pointed the whip in his hand towards the northwest and roared loudly.

"Long live the great man!"

"The Han army is mighty!"

Zhou Yang has a sacred status in the minds of the soldiers. Zhou Yang witnessed their heroic feat with his own eyes. How exciting it was. The soldiers used their strength to shout.

"The Han army is mighty!"

Zhou Yang roared angrily, pulled out the ring-headed sword and pointed at Longcheng, as if thunder and lightning had streaked across the sky, the sound was terrifying!

"rumble!"

The sound of thunderous hooves suddenly rang out, and the Han army lined up in an orderly manner, rushing towards Longcheng like Mount Tai pressing down on the top of the mountain.

At the same time, Wei Qing, Li Guang, and Cheng Buzhi commanded the Han army and charged towards Longcheng.

At this moment, if you look from the air, you will see the Han army pulling a big net and covering Longcheng. The scene of thousands of troops galloping is magnificent, thunderous and unstoppable.

Longcheng, centered on the northwest of the city, nearly two million Huns gathered together. The center is the 600,000 army of the Huns, and the periphery is more than one million Hun herders, densely packed with people.

The Han army rushed up and mercilessly bumped into the Huns, splashing out beautiful blood flowers.

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Today's day is extraordinary. It is the beginning of Junchen Shanyu leading the Huns to an extremely glorious end. As long as he embarks on the southern expedition, a huge victory that was unprecedented in the history of the Huns and no one who came later was waiting for Junchen Shanyu.

This glory is ten thousand times more brilliant than the "defeat the Donghu and go to the Yuezhi" created by Maodun Shanyu.

Junchen Shanyu got up early, wearing a fox fur, a fur hat, and a golden scepter. He walked out of the tent with a light gait. A golden scepter was spinning in his hand, which was particularly smooth.

After leaving the tent of the king, the military minister Shanyu looked around and saw the Huns gathered beside the fire, roasting lamb and simmering horse milk. The lamb was roasting and horse milk was simmering. The Huns knelt piously on the ground, facing the east, and worshiping the rising sun. Although the sky was gloomy and had not seen the sun for a long time, this did not damage the pious heart of the Huns and was very sincere.

After worshiping Risheng, the Huns sat around the fire, chatting and joking, eating mutton and drinking horse breasts, making them extremely happy.

Calculate the time, it is less than an hour before we go south and create extremely brilliant times. The joy of the Huns is indescribable. Eating meat and drinking wine is the best proof of their infinite joy.

As I ate, talk, laugh, laugh, and longed for it, time passed quickly.

Junchen Shanyu was in a very good mood today. He did not stay in the king's tent for breakfast, but held a leg of lamb, a bag of horse breasts, and a golden scepter on his waist. He walked around the Huns and said something like cheering up to encourage the Huns. In fact, the Huns' morale had long been high and he didn't need him to encourage him again.

What the military minister Shanyu enjoyed most was that the Huns respected him very much today, far from usual. Since the military minister Shanyu decided to take advantage of Emperor Jing's death, the Xiongnu's respect for him increased dramatically. When the days of moving south came, the Xiongnu's admiration for the military minister Shanyu finally reached its peak. He spoke very politely, and every word came from the heart and was sincere.

Junchen Shanyu, who had been a Shanyu for so many years, had never enjoyed such treatment. He was so happy that his nose and eyes were squeezed into a whole family.

After eating mutton and drinking all the breasts of horses, Junchen Shanyu was still unsatisfied. He really wanted to hear the praise of the Huns. This kind of sincere praise was not enough to listen to it for ten thousand years. However, the time for the sacrificial priest Maodun was here and he had to leave.

"When Ben Shanyu defeated the Han Dynasty and attacked Chang'an, their admiration for Ben Shanyu would be more than three points! At that time, Ben Shanyu would come to listen to their praise again, which would be even more interesting!" Junchen Shanyu felt a little regretful in his heart, and immediately had a higher goal.

Surrounded by his ministers, the military minister Shanyu came to the northwest of the city. The great wizard Ruo Houchan led a group of wizards, who had been waiting here for a long time. Ruo Houchan quickly stepped forward and said loudly: "Great sard, please go up the mountain!"

Junchen Shanyu heard too much about the word "up the mountain?" in the past, he heard it in his ears and thought it was natural to express his respect to Maodun Shanyu, the greatest Shanyu. However, today he heard it in his ears, it was a bit unpleasant.

Although Maodun Chanyu was the greatest Chanyu in the history of the Huns, his achievements were comparable to the great achievements I was about to create?

Junchen Shanyu felt a little unhappy and had to say as usual: "Lead the way!"

If Hou Chan leads the wizards to lead the way in front, the wizards sing the songs praising Maodun Shanyu. Junchen Shanyu has heard this song countless times. In the past, he was very impressed and admired Maodun Shanyu. Today, he has a different feeling. He only feels that the song is too numb. Just that little achievement deserves such praise?

Stepping on the white jade road covered with ice and snow, Junchen Shanyu finally reached the top.

The mountain top is as usual, except for Maodun Shanyu's tomb, there are only cold wind and ice and snow.

Junchen Shanyu did not immediately walk to Maodun Shanyu's tomb, but turned around suddenly, stared at the foot of the mountain, and saw a group of 600,000 Xiongnu troops gathered here and formed a formation, covering an area of ​​less than 320 miles.
To be continued...