Chapter 672: A historic turning point
Hu Yanchu, who had left the battlefield, looked towards the direction of the battlefield sadly.
Unlike most of the confused Northern Hun officers, Huyan Chu knew clearly what had happened. After feeling sad, he naturally developed an indescribable feeling.
He knew in his heart that it was the feeling of getting rid of the blood feud between the Northern Huns and the Han Dynasty. Without that heavy pressure, he actually felt like a trapped dragon ascending to heaven.
"Temujin, Jamukha, the future of the Northern Xiongnu depends on you!"
Hu Yanchu looked at the ball of light that suddenly appeared in front of him, with infinite sadness in his eyes. This was the last gift from the Northern Huns.
He split the ball of light into two and merged them into the bodies of the two boys around him, his face full of sadness.
After this imperial will dissipated, the Xiongnu Empire really disappeared completely.
"From today on, we will abandon the name of Northern Xiongnu and call ourselves Qiyan!"
Huyan Chu made up his mind and simply abandoned the name of Northern Huns. Now if they kept this name, they would just be seeking death, so it would be better for them to be decisive and abandon this name directly.
Without any restraints, he naturally felt that there was no need to fight to the death with the Han Dynasty anymore. Relying on his rationality, Hu Yanchu directly admitted defeat.
In his opinion, preserving strength and making a comeback is the best choice.
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Dian Wei trotted back, intending to cut off Attila's head.
However, several hundred remaining Northern Hun guards broke through the blockade of the Yulin Army, forced Dian Wei to retreat, and firmly guarded Attila's body.
As the imperial will dissipated, the Northern Huns' Royal Guards had basically entered the state of military soul. Although they were still barely at the level of three talents, they were an opponent that could be ravaged by the Yulin Army.
Thousands of Northern Hun guards and thousands of Northern Hun elite cavalry were basically wiped out by the Yulin Army in a short period of time, with only a few hundred of them escaping.
"Your name!" Guo Hao asked condescendingly.
The leading Northern Hun general looked sad, but still said his name.
"The leader of the Northern Hun guards, Chou Qing!"
He looked at the Yulin Army that surrounded them in a moment, and then looked at the distance where many Hun soldiers had given up resistance and were waiting for death. What made him even more sad was the corpse of the Chanyu.
This scene made him inexplicably sad, and he couldn't help but glance around the audience.
"Surrender!" Guo Hao spoke for no reason. He knew it was meaningless, but he still spoke.
All the soldiers stopped killing in unison, including those from the Northern Huns. They were all waiting for Chou Hun's speech.
"There are only Northern Huns who died in battle, but no Northern Huns who were captured!" Chou Hun drew out the scimitar from his waist and answered loudly.
"kill!"
Guo Hao waved his hand and chopped down, announcing the final fate of the Northern Huns.
Guo Hao looked at Chou Hun's stubborn resistance, and at the Northern Huns' royal guards who continued to fight even when their spirits were broken, and pursed his lips. If the other party was not the Northern Huns, he would be willing to give them another chance.
Unfortunately, since they were Northern Huns, we can only show them respect at their graves.
A rain of arrows burst out, and the era of the Northern Huns came to an end.
Chou Hun supported himself, tried to straighten his spine, and stared at Guo Hao with difficulty. However, with thousands of arrows piercing his heart, he no longer had the strength to do anything else.
With his head held high, he seemed to have lost all vitality.
With the death of Chouhun, the last ray of glory of the Northern Xiongnu Guards was extinguished, and another military soul legion disappeared completely in history.
"Organize the troops and clean up the battlefield." Guo Hao sighed softly when he saw this.
The Han Dynasty destroyed the Northern Huns, but never defeated them. As the mortal enemies of the Han Dynasty, they fought until the last moment.
As for the Northern Hun soldiers on the periphery, it was impossible for them to escape with the white horses led by Gongsun Zan .
In order to win the decisive battle, Gongsun Zan and his White Horse Volunteers have been waiting on the periphery for too long. Now it is their stage.
"We've basically won at this point, but the Undead Empire over there is a bit too conspicuous!"
Jia Xu shook his head slightly, and at this time their command carriage had slowly started to move.
Hua Xiong and Gao Shun are still fighting hard.
The three elite legions of the Undead Empire, the Knights of the Apocalypse and the Lich Warlocks, together with a large number of cannon fodder undead, fought hard with the two major military soul legions.
"Send the order to have the Sun Riders, the Golden Armor Warriors, and the Imperial Guards go together. If they don't leave at this time, then don't leave!"
Ju Shou was a little unhappy. This exciting battle was over, but you guys still didn't leave. Aren't you trying to disgust him as the commander?
"It's about the same as we estimated." Zhou Yu said with a slight headache while pressing his temple. Maintaining the effect of his talent at a high intensity was also a big burden for him.
If it weren't for the assistance of Xun Yu and Pang Tong, he might .
"We won on the battlefield, and we should have won outside the game as well. I just saw Han Shizhong and his team's flying eagles." Chen Xi said with a smile.
“Even if there are some remaining Northern Huns, the military spirit and the will of the Northern Huns Empire have been completely destroyed. Without inheritance, the Huns will completely disappear after a few generations.” Xun Yu nodded.
"Indeed, the other party must have a backup plan, but no matter what it is , it is no longer important. After losing the most important inheritance and power, after three generations, they will no longer be the Xiongnu."
"From now on, we can appeal to the Taimiao and put an end to this blood feud that has lasted for hundreds of years!" Jia Xu said with a smile. As the chief of staff for this operation against the Northern Huns, it was more than enough for him to clear his name by relying on his military achievements.
"If you want to destroy a country, you must first destroy its history. The Northern Xiongnu do not have a complete written language. After we go back and deal with the Southern Xiongnu, everything will be settled!"
Chen Xi looked at the north calmly. The dust was flying, as if covering up all traces of the existence of the Northern Huns.
In order to eliminate the possibility of the Northern Xiongnu's revival, they returned and planned to dismember the Southern Xiongnu tribe first, and then distribute them to various places. It would not take long to plan everything out.
The Northern Huns would only become an enemy that received much attention in history , and would no longer be a major concern for the Han Dynasty.
"Speaking of this, shouldn't the general get married this time?" Chen Xi suddenly put away his heavy expression and changed the topic to a light-hearted and cheerful one.
Guo Hao was stunned when he heard this, and then he started laughing.
Getting married, he never thought that this day would actually come. Including the previous life, this has been two lifetimes, and this is the first time he has gotten married.
And two knots are formed at the same time, which looks strange no matter how you look at it.
With his great achievements in destroying the Northern Huns, even all the old ministers of the Han Dynasty could not stop his unethical behavior.
There is no way, all problems are not problems in front of the Northern Huns.
