131: Maodun's Game

Lin Yue and Zhao Yun were like two small pebbles thrown into the human-tide-like Xiongnu people Army, yet they unexpectedly caused a huge splash!

"Is this the power of a Second-Rate Military General?" Lin Yue muttered to himself, his hands not pausing for a moment!

He felt himself getting faster and faster; the Xiongnu Cavalry seemed to slow down in his eyes, as if playing in 0.75x slow motion.

His strength also grew, and with a single punch, he could directly send a Xiongnu Cavalry flying a great distance. With just a gentle swing, the Xiongnu Cavalry's body would split in two!

This was a feeling he had never experienced before!

Lin Yue, holding a Heaven-tier Miao Blade, reaped the lives of Xiongnu Soldiers like the scythe of the Grim Reaper!

To his right, Zhao Yun wielded a long spear like a flood dragon, and a vacuum zone had formed around him. Xiongnu Soldiers surrounded him, but no one dared to approach!

Lin Yue couldn't remember how many people he had killed; the game system would report it to him eventually. He only needed to do one thing: stop Modu's advance!

"Kill!"

The two exchanged a look, then charged into the Xiongnu Cavalry once more!

"Whose generals are these?" asked the commander at the rear of the Xiongnu people Army.

Everyone shook their heads, indicating they didn't know. His gaze fell upon the two.

Although the general wielding the long spear was more valiant, the general using the Miao Blade caught his attention more.

Lin Yue felt something and turned to meet that person's gaze. It was like a volcano meeting a glacier—calm on the surface, but with surging waves within!

Modu!

Amidst the vast Xiongnu people Army, Lin Yue recognized him at a glance!

["name": Modu,

"Martial Power": 93,

"Intelligence": 88,

"Command": 94,

"Politics": 87,

"Charm": 81]

This was the future second Chanyu of the Xiongnu people, the Xiongnu people Crown Prince who wanted to put Wuluoli to death.

He usurped the throne by killing his father, led the Xiongnu people to conquer over 20 nations including Loulan, Wusun, and Hujie, and expanded the Xiongnu people territory from the Yin Mountains in the south to Lake Baikal in the north, the Liao River in the east, and beyond the Pamir Mountains in the west. He was the second Chanyu of the Xiongnu people, Chanyu Modu, who led the Xiongnu people to prosperity!

"Fire arrows!" Modu said in a deep voice.

"But our men are in front!" someone next to Modu advised.

The vanguard in front consisted of three thousand men, all elite warriors of the tribe. Must the lives of three thousand brave warriors be sacrificed for two generals of the Qin Army?

Modu ignored him and directly drew his bow, firing an arrow towards Lin Yue and the others!

Zhao Yun swung his long spear, knocking the hidden arrow to the ground, and said to Lin Yue, "My Lord, they might be firing arrows!"

Lin Yue looked and saw that it was indeed true. A sky full of arrows flew, and the first to fall were the Xiongnu Cavalry currently attacking Lin Yue and Zhao Yun!

"Are they even disregarding the lives of their own Xiongnu people?" Lin Yue thought. Chanyu Modu was surprisingly decisive!

However, he had already used a Bloodrage Talisman, increasing his Martial Power by three realms. With his current Second-Rate Military General strength, a sky full of arrows would not be enough to kill him!

After a round of arrows, Lin Yue was hit by three arrows, but due to the protection of his enhanced Golden Silk Armor, he wasn't significantly harmed. Lin Yue snapped the arrows at their base and threw them to the ground.

Modu turned his longbow and aimed it at the person who had just advised him. That person had not fired arrows at his own tribesmen, had not obeyed his Command, so the next target was him!

Not just him, but almost everyone around Modu simultaneously aimed their longbows at that person.

To aim without firing is the most terrifying. That person was now filled with disbelief, trembling like a sieve, too nervous to utter a single word!

Modu smiled slightly at this, then shot him dead without hesitation!

The others, seeing Modu shoot an arrow at that person, scrambled to follow suit, afraid of being a step too slow.

Soon, that person's body was like a Wasps' nest, covered in arrows, and he silently fell from his horse.

Modu smiled with satisfaction. This was a new game he had started: whatever he aimed his arrow at, everyone else had to follow and shoot there. Anyone who disobeyed his Command would be the target of his next arrow.

Looking at the corpse of the person who had disobeyed him, Modu felt a thrill. Now, most of the Army was completely loyal to him, wasn't it?

What should he do next?

Next time, should he change the target to his most beloved warhorse to see their reaction?

Meanwhile, a middle-aged general's heart was bleeding. He had just shot an arrow into his own son, who had died tragically simply because he pitied the elite warriors of the tribe.

He was heartbroken, yet he still followed Modu in killing his own son, because if he didn't, Modu's next tool for testing hearts would be him!

How difficult it was for a life to be born on the steppe! From birth, one had to contend with nature, then with winter, with food, water, plagues, diseases, and all sorts of disasters, as well as the never-ending wars.

He didn't understand why these people had to die for no reason, or how Modu could be so indifferent to human life.

Young people nowadays no longer valued life, especially ambitious people like Modu. If he truly became the next Chanyu of the Xiongnu people, the future of the Xiongnu people would have no other possibilities, only two outcomes.

That would be unprecedented prosperity!

Or instant disintegration!

The middle-aged general's heart was bleeding. No matter the outcome, the steppe would erupt in war, and the years of peace would vanish like a bubble.

Now, Modu's last obstacles would be easily shattered. Wuluoli was ahead, and Modu would soon kill him. By then, the remaining Xiongnu Kings would all be a bunch of madmen!

"Hasen, you hold them off.

I'll go save my brother. If he's captured and taken to Shang Commandery, that would be the greatest disgrace for our Xiongnu people tribe!" Modu said with a laugh.

"Yes, my King!" Hasen placed his hand on his chest, saluted Modu, cast a final glance at his tragically killed son, and led ten thousand cavalry to charge towards Lin Yue and Zhao Yun!

"Follow me!" Modu laughed loudly. He liked those who were filled with hatred for him but still had to obey his Commands. Modu could see his fear; only when facing absolute power would such a feeling arise!

Only in this way could the Xiongnu people avoid the Xiongnu Kings feigning compliance with the royal court and truly unite into a single force!

And only in this way could they contend with the powerful empire to the south and the two steppe empires of the Donghu!

Father was old now; he no longer had this mindset. It was time for him to abdicate to him.

Now, all that was missing was an opportune moment, a moment to prove that father was old and senile, unable to lead the Xiongnu people any longer!

But before that, he had to deal with his brother, Wuluoli!