Gao Nu's change of hands allowed Wang Li to see a glimmer of hope for the border army.

He moved 100,000 border residents south to the Wuding River Basin to gain a stable rear supply land for the border army. If he could wait for an opportunity to engulf a few small tribes and strengthen the border army with less than 30,000 soldiers left, it would be the ideal result. Wang Li's idea was very beautiful, but he obviously did not have Meng Tian's experience in choosing specific opportunities.

The second year of the Qin Xinli period, on the third day of the first lunar month.

The vanguard of the 10,000 Hun cavalry, led by Huyanlida, the left Gudu Hou, invaded Hetao. The abnormal mobilization of Su Jiao Army has always been paying attention to Hetao. The Xiongnu Shanyu Maodun in Jiuyuan smelled the breath of prey that was about to be imminent.

The 10,000 Xiongnu cavalry are obviously here to test the strength of the army below. If Wang Li cannot expel this Xiongnu cavalry in a short period of time, in the spring of the following year, Hetao will be regarded by the Huns as the next target of attack after the Donghu.

Blood feud is irreconcilable.

Since the Maodun Great Shanyu ascended the throne, the Xiongnu's eyes have always been aiming at the abundant Hetao area. The Huns' cavalry appeared more and more frequently on the Hetao Plain, which made Wang Li, the leader of the border army, feel the urgency of time.

In the past, the Qin general Meng Tian drove 200,000 Qin troops to drive the Huns out of Hetao, allowing the Hun tribes to endure the bitter wind and rain on the cold grasslands in the north of the desert. This hatred was buried in the hearts of every Hun, and it lasted for a long time.

In the cold winter of the prairie, the grazing cattle and sheep are killed or injured. Without the nourishment of forage, horses will age and die in hunger. As for the growth of the prosperous tribe, there is no way to talk about it.

In the cold weather, Hetao faced a fierce battle. On the one hand, Wang Li ordered the rapid migration of 100,000 border residents into Gaonu, and on the other hand, he mobilized all the troops that the border troops could mobilize. In addition to the men and horses of Menghu stationed Gaonu, there were a total of more than 27,000 Qin infantry and cavalry to face the fierce Huyanlida.

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The north wind whistles.

The rolled pieces of snow floated around the dead leaves and clovers all over the sky, just like this chaotic world that cannot be seen clearly, making people feel powerless and desolate.

Every nation has the right to choose better living conditions, the Chu people, the Qin people, and the Guifang tribe is the same.

This time, Guifang joined forces with Loufan, Shifang and other small tribes to cause chaos, and the scope affected most of Shangjun, the northern part of Longxi County, and Jiuyuan, Yunzhong and other places.

On the banks of Wuding River.

An alliance of nomadic tribes is being held. This alliance was initiated by Jiuhou, the leader of the Guifang tribe. The participating tribes almost included multiple ethnic groups living in the northwest.

The fires were lit in the wilderness, and tents were set up. Warriors from different tribes looked alert and proudly, and vigilantly at all the malicious eyes around them.

Fights between tribes happen almost every day.

These warriors from different tribes were invited to join the alliance today. It is very likely that tomorrow, they will draw their swords to each other and kill each other.

Inside the Central Army's tent.

Jiuhou, the leader of the Guifang tribe who was over 60 years old, looked a little bad. The soldiers of all races who came to the alliance came to grazing all the way and lived in the grassland. The arrival of these allied forces increased the burden on the Guifang tribe.

Nine Marquis, who has been the leader of the tribe for nearly thirty years, have actually no longer ambitions. This time, if the border army had not been forced too hard and threatened the survival of the tribe, he would not have intended to fight to the death.

Of course, this is just the idea of ​​Jiuhou himself. In the Guifang tribe, there are some young warriors with strong blood and strong spirits insist on fighting to the end. For them, Jiuhou's idea is too conservative. If this continues, one day, the entire tribe will be buried in the vast grassland.

"Everyone, the banks of Wuding River have always been the pastures where all my ethnic groups live for generations. Now, the Qin people are moving. They are going to seize our pastures, our cattle and sheep, and our tents. Today, the tribe alliance, all the warriors of all ethnic groups are here. Let's work together to solve the Qin people's invasion. How about?" Jiuhou coughed heavily and said to dozens of representatives of tribes of different heights, fatness and thinness in the tent.

"There is nothing to say. Just kill those ungrateful Qin dogs. Let's kill one, and we will kill one, and two will kill one, haha!" The one who answered first was no one else, but the one who was half-brother of Jiuhou. The Eleventh Marquis, who had long been watching the position of the leader, was in his prime, and he had long been unable to see Jiuhou's cowardice.

Grassland tribes have low requirements for names, and naming them by quantity is a habitual behavior. Therefore, as the name suggests, the Nine Marquis ranks ninth, and the Eleven Marquis ranks eleventh, born.

"Eleven Marquis, the tribe discusses affairs, you don't need to say much!" Jiuhou glared at Eleven Marquis with dissatisfaction. The intention of warning was obvious. There was only one person in the Guifang tribe who had the right to decide, that is, he Jiuhou. Any move to challenge authority will bring unpredictable serious consequences.

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"Sumer Butong, Maodun Da Shanyu can't care about my Guifang tribe. Eleven Marquis, send the Sumerian Ambassador back to the tent!" Jiuhou Lao Zhuo's eyes flashed sharply and he shouted in a deep voice.

This Xumi Butong was an envoy sent by Maodun, the Great Khan of the Huns, not long ago. These days, he has had close contacts with the Eleven Marquis. He originally asked him to participate in the alliance today, but he just hoped to show the influence of the Guifang tribe in front of the tribes. Now it seems that this move is wrong.

"No need to give the old marquis instructions, a family will make a tent by themselves! However, there is a news to tell you that my Zuodu Guhou's army may have rested in the Hetao area now!" Xumi Butong laughed and stepped out of the people in the tent.

"Brother, the Huns' army is forcing Hetao. This is good news. The Qin border army is only 30,000. We might as well start all the troops and attack him from the front and back, and catch him off guard." The Eleventh Hou shouted excitedly, completely ignoring the warning gazes that Jiuhou cast.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The words of the Eleven Marquis quickly received echoes from many representatives of the tribe. These people were obviously so-called reckless men who didn't think about it. They had a natural interest in killing. As for who was killed, these barbarian warriors would not consider it at all.

The mood in the account was high, and the majority of people were the main battle. The situation was no longer controlled by a few people including Jiuhou. A major accident that affected the entire northern part of Guanzhong was inevitable.
Chapter completed!