Touman was defeated, completely defeated.

Amidst the slogans that the Huns will not fight the Huns, he was knocked unconscious and bound by the two tribal leaders Lao Zhong and Tu Sha, and was sent to Prince Moton.

The two of them, who had personally experienced the defeat of Gaoque, knew better than all other tribal leaders how much power Prince Modun had in his hands.

After the battle at Gaoque, the two men reviewed the situation afterwards and both concluded that the 40,000 Gaoque Xiongnu casualties were at least 17,000.

In this era when more than 30% of the casualties are still fighting, and those who do not flee are defeated, they are the elite. When more than 40% of the casualties are killed, they still fight bravely. This is the elite of the elite.

However, in terms of combat power alone, those people cannot be called elites. They cannot even compare to ordinary soldiers from large tribes.

But, that's what makes it scary.

Although his combat power is low, his desire to fight can be trained to such a strong level.

Those with high combat power must have such a strong desire to fight. Lao Sha couldn't believe how many casualties the black-armored army following behind them would have before they collapsed.

Fifty percent? Sixty percent? Or seventy percent? Or like the legendary Jiuli tribe who followed Chi You and fought against the Yellow Emperor, fighting to the last man.

If one person fights to the death, it is difficult for ten men to defeat him.

The Black Armored Army already had advantages in equipment, individual soldiers, and battle formations, coupled with a fighting will that was not afraid of death.

With such a powerful army in the hands of Prince Moton, why should he be an enemy?

Isn't it good for Prince Modun to lead us Xiongnu to prosperity, destroy Donghu, Yuezhi, Wusun... and dominate the desert?

Prince Moton said that the Huns will not fight the Huns.

Prince Moton also said that those who surrender will not be killed.

I don't know how to fight the black armored army in front of me, plus the troops of Gaoque City, plus the troops of the royal court that I already control.

If a prince has so many troops and is so powerful, then he is not a prince, he is the Chanyu of our Huns!

Desert, yellow sand.

Touman, Maodun.

The father and son reunited for the first time after Maodun went to Yuezhi Kingdom.

Under the witness of many tribal leaders and with the friendly look of Liu Bang who was smiling beside him, Prince Modun drew his father's scimitar and stabbed his father who was still in a coma.

Mao Dun held his father in one hand, and stabbed his father's left chest with a machete in his other hand. It had no handle.

The sharp blade pierced through his heart. Touman felt heartbroken and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He was once most proud, thinking that the next Shanyu's son was close at hand. There was no joy of victory on his face, and there was deep sadness hidden in his brows.

He lowered his head and looked at the scimitar that was still inserted into his body. It was the scimitar he was most familiar with.

He once used this scimitar to cut off the head of his best brother, Weng Hu, and had just stabbed to death the clansman who dared to shoot arrows at his favorite Yan family and son.

And now, is it his turn? Will he also die under this scimitar?

This hero, who was the first to unify the Huns and whose achievements were in a sense not inferior to those of the First Emperor, moved his head with difficulty and looked at the group of black-armored troops from the side of his son's head.

He saw the amusement in the smiling general's eyes and the peace of mind in the white-haired veteran's eyes.

The Chanyu used the little time he had left to scan as many of the faces of the black-armored troops as possible.

He saw too many emotions, but he didn't see the one he wanted to see - awe.

Among the thousands of black-armored soldiers standing behind his son, none of them looked at his son with awe.

This invincible black-armored army, which he dared not attack with four times his strength, was not owned by his son at all...

He was so angry that he put his hands on his son's shoulders with great effort, lowered his head, and made a sound like a mosquito.

"Modun, you are indeed my bravest son. This is the last time my father will help you."

The lion, knowing it was doomed, suddenly turned around and switched positions with its son, with its back facing the black armor and facing the Huns.

He used his last strength to push his son away, pushed the son who killed him towards the Huns army, and let out his last roar.

"The Xiongnu is rising, King Maodun!"

The scimitar that not only killed Touman but also maintained Touman's last life was pulled out. Blood spurted three feet from Touman's chest, and fell on the battlefield where bloodstains were everywhere, without any conspicuousness.

The sound of arrows swishing through the air was heard, and countless sharp arrows were shot from the Black Armored Army towards Prince Moton, who had always been the leader of the Black Armored Army in the eyes of the Huns army, but was defeated by the tall and sturdy Touman.

Block them all.

Touman was like a hedgehog that had become sperm, with those thorns that were constantly trembling and growing. He closed his eyes and closed his eyes.

His son, Maodun, had already run into the Huns' formation.

The last thing he promised to do for his son has been accomplished.

The arrows were still being fired, and the increasing power shot down the soulless body of Xiong Wu.

The heroic hero of the generation, Touman Shanyu, was smashed on the ground with his face, and he didn't even have a front view when he died.

Without the human shield, the subsequent arrows continued to complete their mission, and were all blocked by the Hun warriors holding shields.

Holding his father's blood-stained scimitar, he stood among the leaders of many large tribes, surrounded by tens of thousands of Huns warriors.

Modun was dazed for a moment, but soon realized that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived, and he opened his mouth with excitement and was about to shout.

"Tsk."

An extremely subtle sound of lips smacking came to my ears. It was so close that I thought the sound was so small that I thought it was an illusion.

He didn't care about this. At this critical moment, where was the time to care about such trivial details?

He wanted to quickly tell the leaders of the big tribes around him that he was being held hostage, and that the black-armored troops opposite him were not under his control and were the enemies of the entire Xiongnu.

He shouted as hard as he could, but all that came out was a loud sound.

There was a strong smell of blood in his mouth, ten times stronger than the smell of blood he was accustomed to on the battlefield, as if he had taken a sip of blood.

Soon, the delayed sharp pain in his neck made him realize that he had indeed drank his own blood.

He touched his neck in disbelief and felt sticky.

When I hold it up to my eyes, it's full of scarlet.

"Hehehehe..."

He opened his mouth to shout unwillingly, but his trachea was cut, but he couldn't make a sound.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He has waited for his opportunity, and he will soon become the Chanyu of the Huns.

His grand plan has not yet been launched, how could he die?

He waved his arms, staggered forward a few steps, and fell unwillingly on the yellow sand, only ten steps away from his father.

These ten steps are the kingly steps Touman created using himself as a shield and his life for him.

He walked over, but could not stand.

"How brave! How dare you kill Shanyu!"

At some point, the man standing next to Prince Moton kicked Prince Moton's body hard, his voice and face full of anger.

He was dressed in fur and his face was filled with anger.

The dagger in his hand was cold and would not touch the blood.

There is a famous guest in the Chang'an Jun's Mansion, a reckless man named Jing Ke.

Only then did the Hun soldiers around him react and swarmed him and pinned him to the ground.

The veteran Wang Yan on the opposite side flashed a stern look on his face and gave an order.

Fan Kuai took the lead, but he was faster without a horse than with a horse. He rushed towards the Huns' formation like a ferocious beast in human form, flying away anyone who stood in his way, and saved Jing Ke.

The black armored soldiers did not fall far behind. They were only four or five steps away from Fan Kuai. When Fan Kuai caught Jing Ke, they stood beside Fan Kuai and faced off against the Huns soldiers.

The leaders of all the major tribes looked fierce and retreated quickly.

"kill!"

Regardless of whether it is Touman or Maodun, their status will not change at all after becoming a chanyu.

If Mao Dun can defeat Tou Man, they will regard Mao Dun as Shanyu. This is very reasonable. This is the rule of the Huns.

Qin people, no!

How can the people of Qin be the king of their Huns!

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

Liu Bang took a few steps to Fan Kuai's shoulder and stood on it, holding a large speaker to his mouth.

His internal energy surged and he wanted to get louder.

Technology and martial arts increase the sound by five times.

"Prince Moton is already on the Holy Mountain, carrying thorns on his back, waiting to plead guilty to Chanyu. Prince Moton who died in front of you was a substitute created to paralyze you. This substitute dared to kill the prince's father. He committed a heinous crime and died.

It’s not a pity! The prince attaches great importance to filial piety. He only wants to clean up the enchantress, how can he endanger Shan Yu’s life.”

As he spoke, tears began to fall from his eyes. Liu Bang stretched out his hand to wipe them again, and there was a hint of crying in his voice.
To be continued...