Teasing the First Dragon at the Start

But before she could finish speaking, shouts of killing filled the air.

All around them were Xia troops lying in ambush, leaving them only a narrow mountain pass as their escape route.

Some panicked Xiongnu soldiers began giving orders and fleeing toward the narrow mountain pass.

Upon witnessing all this, Maodun immediately closed his eyes in grief.

Because she knew that the Xiongnu were finished.

If the Xia army truly corners the Xiongnu, leaving them no chance, then there is a real possibility of them breaking out.

But if there is even the slightest chance of survival, then there is no chance at all.

She had fought Meng Tian more than once and knew that in the Central Plains military strategy, this was called "surrounding three sides while leaving one open".

This was done to prevent the Xiongnu from fighting like cornered beasts, charging into the Xia army with a death wish and causing huge casualties. They deliberately blocked three directions, leaving only one narrow escape route.

It seems merciful, but in reality it's like being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Once a person has hope of survival, they lose the courage to face death.

Even knowing that life and death are slim, they will still hold onto a sliver of hope. They will not linger to see how their companions die tragically; all they can see is the path to survival.

In this way, the Xia army only needed to deploy a few thousand archers at the pass and send a few thousand cavalry from the rear to easily defeat the Xiongnu's 100,000-strong army.

What happened next was exactly as she had guessed.

The panicked tribal warriors, one after another, kept giving orders and rushed frantically toward the narrow mountain pass, blocking, trampling, and killing their comrades. In addition, there were crossbow bolts falling from above and cavalry chasing from behind.

Of these one hundred people, it would be difficult for even ten to escape.

"It's over, it's over, everything is over..."

"Heaven blesses the Great Xia, but not our Xiongnu!"

At this moment, the Xiongnu generals felt a surge of grief and indignation.

A great victory was within reach; we could capture the enemy commander Meng Tian, ​​wash away the shame, and reclaim the lost grasslands.

Two joys coming together should have been a cause for celebration, so why has it turned out this way?

For more than half a month, the northwest wind has been blowing continuously. Why did it suddenly change today?

Could it be that Heaven truly blesses the Great Xia?

This seemingly predetermined fate filled many Huns, who believed in gods and ghosts, with despair.

Only Chanyu Maodun understood. She stared intently at the Xia army's camp, her clenched fists trembling.

This is not some divine will; it is clearly a scheme devised by Meng Tian.

This unexpected wind was not something they had anticipated at all; it had been part of their plan from the very beginning.

But how could that be? Meng Tian was from the Central Plains and this was her first time venturing deep into the northern desert. How could she possibly understand the climate changes here better than a local like herself?

Maodun raised his head, staring blankly at the sky: "Why have I been defeated time and time again? Could it be that the people of the Central Plains are my nemesis? Am I, the wolf god of the grasslands, destined to be shrouded in the shadow of that black bird...?"

There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart.

After realizing that they could no longer contend with the Great Xia,

She drew the golden knife from her waist, a symbol of her status as the Chanyu, intending to end her life to prevent it from falling into Meng Tian's hands. However, as she faced death, she was filled with resentment.

After all, one should die knowing why.

She wanted to know who was helping Meng Tian.

Were they local herders, or traitors to the Xiongnu?

The fire spread, plunging the Xiongnu army into chaos.

The Xia army, which had been lying in ambush for a long time, launched a pincer attack under Meng Tian's command. Cries and screams rose from all sides. Amidst the flames, the allied forces of the Xiongnu and Donghu were utterly defeated, and the situation was irreversible.

As the banners of the eagle and the golden wolf fell and were crushed by horses' hooves, the era of the Xiongnu and Donghu came to a complete end.

The situation in northern Mongolia has been stabilized.

Chapter 331 Meeting the Wolf King

As the sun sets, the landscape appears exceptionally desolate.

Above the battlefield, a gray-winged eagle hovered and let out a cry, which sounded particularly jarring amidst the ruins piled with corpses and stained with blood.

On a battlefield of scorched earth, a female general in black armor dismounted, removed her helmet, and shook her head slightly.

The braids that had been coiled at her temples fell down, scattering into strands, and her long, black hair fluttered in the wind, giving her a sense of exhilaration.

The armies of the Xiongnu and Donghu have been completely defeated. After being surrounded on three sides with one side missing, the routed army is now almost entirely wiped out and is no longer a threat.

Soon, this vast northern grassland will also fall into the hands of the Central Plains.

I believe that in order to manage this vast territory, Xianyang will probably establish a new protectorate here.

The fruits of victory were like sweet spring water, bringing smiles to the faces of all the Xia soldiers on the battlefield.

After all, the struggle between the Central Plains and the grasslands has lasted for over a thousand years.

Whether it's the Shang Dynasty or the Western Zhou Dynasty, it's all good.

Even those brilliant generals of the time, such as Lian Po and Li Mu, only managed to repel the southward advance of the Xiongnu and protect the border from invasion.

Now, under her leadership, Xia Jun ventured deep into the heart of the grasslands for the first time, setting foot on Langjuxu Mountain, the sacred mountain worshipped by the Xiongnu.

They defeated the enemy head-on with their cavalry and brought the entire grassland under the rule of the Central Plains. Such a feat is unparalleled throughout history.

When she returns to Xianyang, she will not only be promoted and ennobled, but her name, Meng Tian, ​​will also be recorded in history books and worshipped by countless generals in later generations.

Despite his already dazzling achievements, Meng Tian showed little joy on his face. His delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his beautiful eyes swept across the battlefield as if searching for some figure.

During her many years guarding the border, she clashed with the Xiongnu Chanyu Modu countless times.

Meng Tian knew very well that this was a great ruler among the Xiongnu, and the greatest respect one could show to an enemy was to seize the opportunity to eliminate them completely.

Raising tigers is harmful, raising pigs is harmful too.

A tiger like Modu must not be given a chance to breathe. If she is allowed to lead her defeated troops and flee all the way to the Western Regions...

Given her personality, if she recuperates for three to five years, she might just gather a considerable force in the local area.

After all, powerful individuals who emerge from monster-infested environments like the grasslands and the Central Plains are almost always capable of overwhelming opponents once they venture out.

Fortunately, it seems that Maodun's luck has run out.

In the distance, a group of infantrymen were seen escorting a somewhat disheveled figure as they approached.

The woman, dressed in a tall Hu-style skirt and possessing an exotic face, had a turquoise ornament tied to her fair forehead. Her waist was tightly bound, outlining her slender waist, and a golden knife was tucked into it.

Although her hair was slightly disheveled, she possessed a regal aura, like a wolf king who commands respect without anger.

The soldiers escorting them, despite holding spears and crossbows, still felt a chill run down their spines and broke out in a cold sweat when faced with the woman's icy gaze.

"So they finally got caught...?"

Just then, a clear, crisp female voice came from afar.

The soldiers turned around and saw a spirited female general walking towards them, carrying her helmet in one hand. They all bowed and said, "Greetings, General."

"Meng Tian!!!"

Maodun looked at her mortal enemy and gritted her teeth, clenching her fists tightly. However, because of the crossbows pointed at her all around, she dared not make any rash moves.

Meng Tian glanced at her with interest, then asked the soldiers beside him, "How did you capture her?"

"Reporting to the General, we found her by a river."

Before the soldier could finish speaking, Maodun interrupted him, coldly snorting, "It's not that you've captured me, but that I've given up on leaving. After all, the grasslands have fallen into the hands of the Central Plains, and I no longer have the means to fight you..."

Upon hearing this, Meng Tian was not particularly surprised.

After all, the Western Regions had always been under the control of the Central Plains, with little contact with the grasslands, and news of them was almost completely cut off.

At this moment, Maodun was unaware that beyond the end of the Western Corridor lay an even more vast world.

It allows the warriors of the grasslands to gallop freely.

In her eyes, the world was vast, divided into four parts: the grasslands to the north, the Western Regions to the west, the Great Xia to the south, and Liaodong to the east.

Now that almost the entire world has fallen into the hands of the Great Xia, what's the point of playing anymore? Let's just surrender.

In her despair, her will naturally became depressed.

Looking at Maodun, whose eyes seemed to have become lifeless, Meng Tian couldn't help but laugh and said, "This victory is not my achievement alone. The one who truly defeated you is someone else."

"I knew something was wrong..."

Maodun suddenly raised his head, his beautiful eyes fixed on Meng Tian: "Why do you, a foreigner, have such a good understanding of the local astronomy and geography, and even devised a plan to borrow the east wind to reverse the rise and fall of our two armies and the fate of our country?"

A smile appeared on Meng Tian's fair and pretty face: "This person is the most extraordinary person in the Central Plains. If you want to see him, I will take you there."

"Alright, I'll see who defeats me."

Maodun clenched her fists. As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than the heart. Ever since she realized that the Xiongnu could no longer contend with the Central Plains, she had been prepared to die for her country.

She wasn't even afraid of death, so naturally she wasn't worried about Meng Tian playing any tricks.

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Xia Jun's main camp.

Meng Tian, ​​with his helmet tucked under one hand, walked into the main tent.

At this moment, the tent was empty except for Bai Su.

The furnishings inside the tent were very simple. Apart from some maps, books, and incense to keep poisonous insects away, there was almost nothing else on the table.

It is truly hard to believe that this is the residence of the current Grand Master.

Inside the large tent, Bai Su, with an outer garment draped over his shoulders, was holding an oil lamp and looking at something on a yellowed parchment scroll on the table when he heard footsteps approaching.

He looked up and saw Meng Tian walk in, and couldn't help but smile and say, "The General is back. How is the battle going?"

A rare smile appeared on Meng Tian's fair face: "At this time, the main forces of the Xiongnu and Donghu have been almost completely defeated by us. From now on, there will be no more resistance in the entire northern desert and even Liaodong."

"Taking it down is only a matter of time. When that time comes, we just need to rely on our prestige to gather the local tribes, large and small, and make them submit to the Central Plains and be unified under the jurisdiction of Xianyang."