NFBE Chapter 393 The Great War Between the Xiongnu and the Yuezhi
Chapter 393 The Great War Between the Xiongnu and the Yuezhi
Moreover, Maodun keenly sensed the abnormality of his surroundings. He noticed that he seemed to be under house arrest, and the people around him were casting strange glances at him, as if they were secretly monitoring his every move. This feeling of being watched made Maodun's nerves increasingly tense, and his unease grew wildly in his heart like weeds.
Meanwhile, after the funeral, Touman Chanyu also sensed the undercurrents within the tribe. He knew that at this crucial moment, he had to stabilize the situation, or the consequences would be unimaginable. However, the pain of losing Modu left him exhausted and unable to concentrate on other matters.
Just when Touman Chanyu felt powerless, Lu Jia stepped forward. He said to Touman Chanyu, "Chanyu, Maodun's death is absolutely related to the Yuezhi. We cannot let Maodun die in vain; we must avenge him. Otherwise, your prestige will be severely damaged."
Touman Chanyu listened to Lu Jia's words and found them very reasonable. He realized that avenging Modu was not only an explanation to his son, but also a necessary step to maintain his prestige. Therefore, he decisively summoned the various Xiongnu leaders to discuss the matter of sending troops to Yuezhi.
At the meeting, Touman Chanyu elaborated on the necessity and importance of sending troops to attack the Yuezhi. His words, filled with grief and determination, moved all the leaders present. "My son, Modu, died young and mysteriously. All signs indicate that the Yuezhi are involved. When have we, the Xiongnu, ever suffered such humiliation! If we do not avenge this, how can we ever face our people in this desert?" His voice echoed in the tent, his eyes revealing a resolute killing intent.
Ultimately, all the leaders unanimously expressed their support for Touman Chanyu's decision and their willingness to send troops to the Yuezhi to avenge Modu. Right Wise King Chile even volunteered to personally lead the army into battle. "Chanyu, rest assured, I will lead the Xiongnu warriors to crush the Yuezhi and avenge Prince Modu!" Chile's voice boomed, brimming with fighting spirit.
Meanwhile, in the Loufan tribe, Modu was filled with anxiety. He had suddenly heard shocking news: the Xiongnu had launched an attack on the Yuezhi, and a large-scale war was about to break out! This news weighed heavily on Modu's mind.
Modu knew that this war was likely to end badly. If the Xiongnu were defeated, not only would his own position be seriously threatened, but the entire Xiongnu tribe might also fall into chaos. Therefore, he decided to request an audience with the Loufan king again, hoping to obtain some support and guidance.
However, Maodun's requests seemed to disappear without a trace; the Loufan king always made excuses and refused to see him. Maodun was anxious and helpless. He paced back and forth in his tent, constantly thinking of a solution. "Am I just going to sit here and wait to die? No, I must find a way."
Despite Modu's deep reluctance, war between the Xiongnu and the Yuezhi inevitably broke out. Led by the Right Wise King Chile, the Xiongnu launched a fierce attack on the Yuezhi. Riding swift horses and wielding sharp weapons, they raised billowing dust across the desert. Upon learning of this, the Yuezhi king was naturally filled with indignation.
The Yuezhi king had long harbored resentment towards the Xiongnu. Previously, several of his herdsmen had been brutally murdered by the Xiongnu, and now the Xiongnu were even blaming the Yuezhi for the death of Modu Chanyu—this was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. The Yuezhi king decided to no longer tolerate this, and without hesitation, he led his army to confront the Xiongnu. "The Xiongnu have gone too far! Today we will show them the might of the Yuezhi!" the Yuezhi king shouted, drawing his longsword and pointing it towards the Xiongnu army.
The two armies clashed fiercely on the battlefield, their battle cries echoing through the air. Although the Xiongnu outnumbered and outmatched the Yuezhi, the Yuezhi fought back with equal ferocity, engaging the Xiongnu in a desperate struggle. On the battlefield, swords flashed, and blood stained the yellow sand. Xiongnu warriors brandished their long swords, charging fearlessly towards the Yuezhi army, while the Yuezhi soldiers tenaciously resisted the Xiongnu's onslaught with their spears and shields.
On that vast battlefield, the soldiers of the Xiongnu and Yuezhi were already bloodthirsty, wildly swinging their weapons and mercilessly hacking at each other. Every clash was accompanied by blood splattering, staining the ground red. This fierce battle lasted a long time, and both sides paid a heavy price. The corpses of the Xiongnu and Yuezhi lay scattered on the ground, their cries and groans rising and falling, as if the whole world was shrouded in the shadow of death.
However, on this bloody battlefield, a new threat quietly emerged. The Donghu, a tribe that had always coveted the Xiongnu, finally seized their opportunity. Taking advantage of the Xiongnu's large-scale campaign against the Yuezhi, leaving their rear vulnerable, they led their army without hesitation to attack the Xiongnu royal court.
The Donghu army surged forward like a raging tide, rapidly approaching the Xiongnu royal court. When the Donghu swept in like a whirlwind, the people inside the Xiongnu royal court were completely unprepared. Touman Chanyu, the leader of the Xiongnu, was still intoxicated by the previous night's banquet, utterly unaware of the impending disaster.
When the deafening shouts of the Donghu warriors echoed through the air, Touman Chanyu awoke from his hangover. He stared in horror at the scene before him; the Donghu army had surged like a tidal wave before his royal tent. "What...what's going on?" Touman Chanyu cried out in panic, his eyes filled with terror.
In that critical moment, Touman Chanyu, under the desperate protection of his guards, hurriedly fled the royal tent. He didn't even have time to take his beloved queen with him, and could only watch helplessly as she was captured by the Donghu people.
Touman Chanyu, riding a swift horse, fled desperately across the desert, his heart filled with despair and fear. He didn't know where he could escape to. Meanwhile, the Xiongnu royal court was in chaos and panic. Soldiers fled in all directions, the cries of the people were deafening, and the plunder and slaughter by the Donghu people had turned the entire royal court into a living hell.
When Maodun heard the news of the Donghu attack on the Xiongnu royal court and the escape of Touman Chanyu in Loufan, he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Although he was unwilling to admit it, deep down he was very worried about Touman Chanyu's safety. After all, Touman Chanyu was his father, and the Xiongnu were his tribe.
However, worrying wouldn't solve the current predicament, a fact Maodun knew well. After some thought, he decided to take action, and so he shouted, "I want to see the King of Loufan; I have important matters to discuss!"