diymy Chapter 418 Luan Di Yun
Chapter 418 Luan Di Yun
As Maodun spoke, his gaze suddenly fell upon the thick felt curtain of the tent, and he raised his voice to call out, "Sister, it's windy outside. Since you're here, why don't you come in and sit down?"
Upon hearing this, the trusted confidant inside the tent was taken aback.
The felt curtain was lifted, and a cold wind carrying snowflakes blew into the tent.
A tall woman, dressed in Hun leather armor and exuding a wild beauty, silently walked in.
This woman was none other than Modu's second younger sister, Luandiyun.
Luan Di Yun is known for its fierce and straightforward nature, and is a famous spirited horse on the grassland.
She loved horseback riding and archery from a young age and harbored a deep hatred for the Qin people.
"Big brother!"
Luan Diyun walked up to Maodun, his brows furrowed slightly. "I overheard your conversation. My father suffered a defeat, and the Qin people have come to bully us!"
Why didn't you let me go first?
Maodun looked at his sister in front of him and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
"Yun, you know my brother's situation. It's not appropriate for me to get involved right now!"
Maodun sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness, "But the Qin army is so arrogant, how can our Xiongnu royal court allow them to bully us?"
Maodun stepped forward and patted Luandiyun on the shoulder: "You are brave and skilled in battle, and you hate the Qin Dynasty to the bone. Now is the perfect opportunity for you to establish your authority!"
If you go to the Chanyu to volunteer for battle, he will not suspect you; on the contrary, he will be happy that someone has stepped forward.
Luan Diyun already hated the Qin army, and upon hearing her brother's instructions, she did not hesitate at all.
"Don't worry, brother! I'll go ask Father for permission to fight! I'll make those southerners know how powerful we Xiongnu women are!" Luan Diyun gripped the curved sword at his waist, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
"Go ahead, and be careful," Maodun instructed with a smile.
Luan Diyun nodded, turned around, and strode out of the tent.
Once Luan Diyun's footsteps had completely faded into the distance, the gentle smile on Maodun's face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling expression.
The servants beside him were puzzled by the change in Maodun's expression.
"Your Highness, Princess Yun is straightforward and lacks strategic thinking. If you send her to war, even if she wins, the credit will go to the Great Chanyu, which will be of no benefit to you!" a servant asked in a low voice.
Maodun walked back to the folding chair and sat down, his eyes fixed on the flickering brazier.
"A victory? With the troops she has, how could she possibly defeat the Qin army, which possesses snowboards and strange weapons?" Maodun said softly, his tone devoid of any emotion.
"It's not the right time yet. My decision to send her into battle has its own reasons!"
Maodun closed his eyes. "No need to ask any more questions, go down."
The servants dared not say another word and bowed as they withdrew from the tent.
The tent fell silent again.
Maodun opened his eyes in the firelight, his gaze like that of a wolf.
His gaze slowly moved, finally settling on a low table on the inside of the folding chair.
There, neatly arranged, was a scroll of brocade with yellowed edges.
On the cover of the book, four large ancient seal characters were prominently displayed:
The Sunflower Manual.
Power, throne, revenge.
To gain supreme power in this desert, to trample that old man sitting in the royal tent underfoot, what do mere physical deformities matter?
In this dog-eat-dog world of the grasslands, only those who survive to the end and possess absolute power can set the rules.
Maodun snorted and gently stroked the rough surface of the brocade book.
His eyes were devoid of any warmth.
He slowly stood up, looked at the wind and snow filtering in from outside the tent, and spoke in a low voice.
"I will drink my bitterness under the yurt and wait for the time to end it; I will keep my old grudges hidden and not seek revenge."
"Temporarily lay low to avoid Qin crossbows, and willingly share the humble lands with kings and nobles."
"The loving sisters share a common heart, but the foolish ruler's scheme to seduce his concubine has not been realized."
"When the whistling arrows soar into the sky, we will trample the Yin Mountains... and enter the Central Plains!"
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Meanwhile, the main camp of the Xiongnu was the Chanyu's tent.
The atmosphere inside the tent remained oppressive.
Touman Chanyu had just ordered the outer camp to be opened, preparing to reluctantly accept the 30,000 elderly, weak, women and children who had been driven back by the Qin army.
Just then, the guards outside the tent announced loudly.
The heavy felt curtain was lifted, and a figure strode into the tent.
The newcomer was dressed in close-fitting Hun leather armor, with two curved swords hanging at his waist and cowhide boots on his feet.
She wasn't wearing a helmet, and her long hair was simply tied back.
It was precisely the Luan Di Yun.
Luan Diyun has very deep facial features and a heroic and dashing appearance.
Ignoring the somber atmosphere inside the tent, she walked straight to the center of the tent.
When Touman Chanyu saw his most beloved daughter walk in, a glimmer of light finally appeared on his gloomy face, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.
"Yun, what brings you here? The wind and snow are so heavy outside." Touman Chanyu stood up, his tone unusually gentle.
Luan Diyun did not answer his father's question immediately. He glanced around the tent and his gaze lingered on Xiang Liang and Ji Dan for a moment.
Upon seeing this, Touman Chanyu took the initiative to introduce them: "Yun, these two are distinguished guests of our Great Xiongnu. This is General Xiang Liang, a famous general of the Chu Kingdom!"
This is the infallible strategist of the Great Qin Dynasty!
After the introductions, the Chanyu turned to Xiang Liang and Ji Dan, a hint of pride on his face: "This is my daughter, Luandiyun. Not only is her horsemanship superb, but her archery skills are also unmatched among the younger generation of the royal court!"
Xiang Liang nodded slightly in return.
Ji Dan remained seated, only slightly raising her chin.
Luan Diyun was not very interested in these two people from the Central Plains.
She turned her head, looked directly into Touman Chanyu's eyes, placed one hand on her chest, and gave a standard steppe military salute.
"Father, I heard from the scouts ahead that the Qin army not only burned our forward camp, but now they are pushing the old and weak back to deplete our food supplies."
Luan Diyun's voice was clear and loud, "The Qin people are going too far. I've heard that the generals of all the tribes are watching and waiting, and no one dares to go into battle at this time."
She straightened up, her eyes unwavering: "Yun volunteers to lead troops out of the camp and attack the Qin army!"
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere inside the royal tent immediately changed.
Xiang Liang glanced at the Xiongnu woman with slight surprise.
At the height of the Qin cavalry's power, when even the main force of the Xiongnu Chanyu avoided their advance, a woman actually volunteered to fight.
Touman Chanyu's expression changed instantly; the gentleness on his face vanished, replaced by sternness.
"Nonsense!"
Touman Chanyu rebuked in a stern voice, "Leading troops into battle is a man's business. The Qin army is different this time; they are equipped with strange snowboards, and their infantry are as fast as warhorses. Moreover, they possess a weapon that cannot be withdrawn without drawing blood. If you lead your troops there, you will be sending them to their deaths!"
The Chanyu stepped forward, wanting to pat his daughter's shoulder to comfort her: "Listen to your father, stay obediently in the royal court. Your father and the Immortal Master will take care of dealing with the Qin army."
Luan Diyun sidestepped the Chanyu's hand.
"Father, the old and weak are almost at the royal court. If no one stands up to fight back now, what will the twelve tribes think of the royal court? What will they think of you?"