Chapter 654: The End of the Northern Huns
"Give me the town!"
Yue Fei's angry roar almost spread throughout the four directions at this moment, and even the strong wind in the sky and earth stopped in this roar.
The originally dark golden legion talent was constantly rolling, and Yue Fei's own golden internal energy endlessly emerged from Yue Fei, forming a huge bird phantom of nearly ten feet behind him.
What’s actually terrifying is the pressure from being at the top of the food chain, which directly scared away the listless Northern Hun soldiers nearby.
As it trembled, the bird's phantom became more and more substantial. Yue Fei used almost all his strength to suppress the strange ball of light that was emanating from his body.
“Kill them!”
During the stalemate, Yue Fei found that the power of the light ball was getting weaker and weaker, as if it was about to become a rootless duckweed.
The extremely clever Yue Fei instantly understood the nature of the light ball and then quickly gave orders.
Although no one knows what it is, the connection between it and the Northern Huns remains unchanged. As long as those Northern Huns soldiers are killed, this ball of light will become rootless duckweed.
During this period of time, he would never let the ball of light leak out any breath again.
He never wanted to see the crazy Northern Huns like that again.
"Pengju asked us to speed up the cleanup of the remaining soldiers of the Northern Huns?" Han Shizhong was a little surprised after receiving the message from the soldiers sent by Yue Fei.
The overall situation was clearly decided, so why was Yue Fei still anxious to ask them to speed up the destruction of the Northern Huns?
"yes!"
The soldiers sent by Yue Fei quickly explained Yue Fei's orders.
"Chen Dao, Qin Liangyu, each of you lead your own troops to attack. There should be some remnants in the original camp of the Northern Xiongnu. Go and wipe them out. Slash all the corpses on the road twice, and don't leave any alive!"
Han Shizhong gave this order calmly. With this order, the era when the Northern Huns dominated the world was completely swept into history.
The possibility of the Northern Huns, who had been eradicated, reviving was very, very small.
The battle of Han Shizhong and others in the rear did not affect Attila on the front line. The rear itself was a bait left by him, and he also prepared a hard dish for the Han army in the rear.
Although he felt sorry for the dead Northern Hun warriors, he still gave the order without hesitation.
The Northern Huns in the rear did not know that they had actually been abandoned from the very beginning. Even if they and the Han army were in a stalemate for a long time, they would not be able to wait for reinforcements from the front.
Attila's heart was extremely complicated. No matter what, he didn't plan to go on living. So many of his tribesmen had died, and he didn't have the face to continue living.
In other words, Attila had long been unable to withstand the pressure from the Han Dynasty.
No matter how powerful he is, in a war based on an empire, his personal power is too small.
"Hu Yanchu! Come here!" Attila waved at Hu Yanchu. In his opinion, after his death, Hu Yanchu was the only one who could lead the Northern Huns to integrate into Parthia.
After voluntarily giving up wandering and joining an empire, military force is no longer the first requirement to become the Khan of the Xiongnu. Wisdom and strategy become the first requirements.
After integrating into the Parthian Empire, Hu Yanchu's intelligence and talents will be best displayed on the stage.
No matter how weak Parthia was, it had the land needed to grow an empire. In this respect, Parthia was far stronger than the Northern Huns.
Among the current Northern Huns, there is only Huyanchu. In Attila's view, only Huyanchu can lead the Northern Huns to continue moving forward and inherit the beliefs of the Hun Empire.
For this, he was ready to sacrifice his life and pave the way for Hu Yanchu.
Hu Yanchu had no doubts and came to Attila.
Attila raised his hand and touched Huyanchu's forehead. Huyanchu was stunned. He certainly knew what Attila had given him.
"Chanyu, this is..." Hu Yanchu felt the ball of light between his eyebrows and felt a throbbing sensation.
At this time, Hu Yanchu discovered that Attila was obviously tired and had obviously consumed a lot of energy.
"Don't think too much. This is what I left for you to save your life. Don't die," Attila said with a smile.
"In a battlefield of this level, your strength is still too weak!" Attila looked at Hu Yanchu with some sigh.
Hu Yanchu nodded silently. It was really too difficult for him to survive in such a battlefield with his strong internal energy.
A wise man like him should stay in the rear and make plans, but now he has to stand on this battlefield and face the Han Dynasty's massive army.
Sadly, the Northern Huns had no rear base at all, and he had no safe place to go.
But for some reason he felt a heavy sense of desolation from Attila's words, as if Attila had already made up his mind to die.
Attila looked at Huyanchu's expression and knew what the other party was thinking, but he said nothing. Because Huyanchu was a smart man, the more he said, the more mistakes he made, so he simply chose to keep silent.
"Alas, although the golden eagle of the old Chanyu has provided us with a lot of power of imperial will, it is still too little after all!" Attila silently guided the remaining imperial will of the Huns.
As the Khan of the Northern Huns, he was formerly the commander of the Military Soul Corps, and naturally possessed the ability to guide the will of the empire.
In order to give birth to the Imperial Guards and the pseudo-military spirit, the imperial will has already been consumed too much. These unworthy descendants can only rely on the glory of their ancestors, which is both sad and lamentable.
"How could this happen?" Attila was horrified. He didn't know when a piece of his imperial will was missing.
Moreover, he now had no idea where the missing piece of imperial will was.
"Calm down! Calm down!"
Attila forced himself to calm down, and soon he understood the situation.
"Could there be someone who can carry the will of the empire among the Northern Hun warriors in the rear? Didn't I expect that in such a critical moment, a hero would appear among us Northern Huns?"
Attila laughed at himself and probably guessed where the missing piece of the empire's will had gone.
“I hope it survives!”
Attila sighed. As a senior, he should protect this kind of person and make sure that he would not encounter any premature accidents and that he could grow up and contribute to the Hun Empire.
Unfortunately, the current Northern Huns have absolutely no such ability.
As the Khan of the Northern Huns, Attila could only pray silently in his heart, praying to their god Kunlun.
They prayed that this unknown descendant could survive, as they really did not have the energy left to go to the rear and protect him.
