Chapter 425: Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. Kill them! Liu Bei, how dare you make a decision that goes against your ancestors?

"Great Chanyu, we are finished, retreat quickly!"

A personal guard cried out and rushed over, leading a warhorse.

Yu Furo suddenly woke up, and the fear of death replaced his shock and anger.

"I am the Great Khan of the Xiongnu. The survival of the five Xiongnu tribes depends on me. How can I die here?"

Yu Furuo gritted his teeth, forced himself to cheer up, turned over and jumped onto his horse.

More than ten personal guards surrounded Yu Fuluo and tried to escape to the north.

But there was a crowd ahead, and before he could speed up, a large group of Han army infantrymen rushed towards him from behind.

The blades ruthlessly slashed at the surviving Hun soldiers, killing them in an instant, leaving them howling like ghosts.

Yu Fuluo did not dare to look back, nor did he care about the lives of his Xiongnu soldiers. He just urged his own cavalry to protect himself and rushed north at the risk of his life.

Anyone who tried to stop him along the way, including his own soldiers, were chopped to the ground.

After a round of frenzy, the congestion ahead finally eased and we were about to speed up.

"Zhao Yun is here, Yu Fuluo, where are you going?"

A sharp roar like thunder sounded behind him.

Yu Furuo was so shocked that his scalp went numb. He subconsciously looked back and saw a torrent of white cavalry coming towards him like a snow-white sharp blade.

The five hundred white cavalrymen, riding white horses, wearing white robes and carrying silver spears, crushed the Xiongnu cavalry like ants wherever they went.

"White...White Horse Volunteers?"

Yu Furuo recognized the army that had once dominated the world, and he lost control of the whip in his hand and it fell out of his hand.

The White Horse Volunteers crushed the enemy with ease along the way.

The leading general, riding a white horse and holding a silver spear, brandished a dragon gall spear. His superb spear style was like the scythe of the god of death, reaping the lives of all the Hun soldiers who blocked his way.

Zhao Yun!

Zhao Yun, the guard general of the Han Dynasty, led his white horse volunteers to charge all the way and locked onto Yu Fuluo in the chaos of the army.

The man and his horse accelerated and rushed out, like a silver dragon piercing through the blood mist, and pounced directly on Yu Furo.

"Stop that Han general, stop him——"

Yu Furuo screamed loudly, swung the back of his knife and slapped his mount hard, then fled.

The Hun guards on both sides turned around, rode their horses, and rushed towards Zhao Yun with swords in hand.

"You thief, you're looking for death!"

Zhao Yun's eagle eyes flashed with contempt, and the dragon gall spear in his hand danced wildly like thunder and lightning.

"Puff puff!"

More than a dozen Hun guards were as weak as paper. Before they could even see how Zhao Yun attacked, they were all pierced through the chest and fell off their horses.

Zhao Yun was unstoppable along the way, stepping on the corpses of the Huns, and in the blink of an eye he had caught up with Yu Fuluo.

A roar of a tiger and a roar of a dragon was heard.

A blood-stained spear rolled up with the force of a violent storm and thunder, and stabbed towards Yu Furuo.

When Yu Furuo looked back, he was shocked to see that all his personal guards had been killed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Yun's spear was already coming to claim his life.

"This guy is so skilled in martial arts?"

Yu Furuo was horrified and had no time to think. He quickly used all his strength to block the attack with his sword.

"Bang!"

A clash of swords and guns.

The long knife in Yu Furuo's hand was like an egg hitting a stone, and was bounced away in an instant.

The force of the Longdan spear continued to break through the air.

"Crack!"

Yu Furo's armor was pierced, and the spear tip, with its powerful force, instantly pierced his shoulder.

A scream like a slaughtering pig rang out.

"Vulnerable!"

"Hu Gou, get off your horse!"

Zhao Yun snorted disdainfully, exerted force with his tiger arm, and easily picked up Yu Furuo, who was pierced by the Dragon Gallbladder Spear, and threw him out fiercely.

"boom!"

Yu Furuo was thrown seven steps away and fell heavily to the ground.

Vomiting blood, broken ribs, pierced shoulder...

Under the heavy blow, Yu Furuo felt dizzy and fainted on the spot.

The White Horse Guards behind him rushed forward and tied up the unconscious Yu Furuo.

Zhao Yun rode his horse and dragged his spear, rushing towards the Huns who were fleeing in a panic again.

The Huns fled all the way north, and the Han army pursued them all the way. The fields ten miles north of Anyi were stained with blood.

At dusk, the killing finally ended.

Above the bloody field, besides the cheers of the Han soldiers, there were also the painful cries of the seriously injured Huns.

Liu Bei rode his horse slowly across the bloody field, admiring the scenery after the Huns were slaughtered.

Looking around, there were countless corpses and flags of the Huns everywhere, with no end in sight.

"Your Majesty, in this battle our army killed 37,000 Xiongnu people, seized more than 20,000 war horses, and countless weapons and flags!"

Ma Chao came on horseback and reported the results of the battle to Liu Bei with excitement.

Liu Bei laughed, turned around and looked at Xiao Fang, praising him:
"I never thought that this Fire Bull Formation would be so powerful, comparable to a hundred thousand cavalry!" "Prime Minister, you really did value the right person. Ma Youchang is truly a genius for coming up with such a brilliant plan!"

"In my opinion, among counselors of his age, no one can match him!"

The emperor praised it highly!

The emperor of a country could actually give such high praise in front of all his ministers!
Ma Su standing aside was trembling slightly, his heart suddenly filled with the feeling of being flattered. He was calm and composed before, but now he was at a loss.

"My humble suggestion is just a trivial one, not worth anything. Your Majesty, I am so humbled by your praise. I do not deserve it!"

Ma Su was surprised and bowed modestly.

Looking at the humble-looking man who had just won the top spot in the imperial examination, Liu Bei raised the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded with satisfaction.

Originally, Ma Su prided himself on his talent and was somewhat arrogant and conceited.

Now that he is praised so highly by me, he remains humble and not arrogant. This shows that Xiao Fang's training is indeed effective.

“Only by winning without being arrogant can you achieve great things!”

"Youchang, keep up the good work and don't let His Majesty down."

Xiao Fang was also very satisfied and gave some instructions with a smile.

Ma Su immediately made another statement.

At this time.

The sound of horse hooves rang out, and Zhao Yun, carrying a body in his hand, rode towards them at full speed.

"Your Majesty, I have captured the Xiongnu Chanyu Yufuluo alive. Please make your decision!"

Zhao Yun reined in his horse and threw the bloody body in front of Liu Bei's horse.

Liu Bei's eyes lit up and his expression instantly turned happy.

All the generals on both sides were overjoyed and looked at the broken body on the ground.

This is such a pleasant surprise!
Originally Liu Bei thought that Yu Fuluo was lucky enough to have escaped the disaster, and that he would lead the remaining troops and flee back to the five tribes of the Xiongnu.

Although the Xiongnu suffered a severe blow, the Chanyu Yufuluo was still alive, so the people's hearts would not be dispersed. Given time to recover their strength, they would continue to wreak havoc on Bingzhou.

The situation is different now. With Yufuluo captured, the five Xiongnu tribes will inevitably engage in internal strife and become a loose sand as they fight for the position of Chanyu.

How could a disunited Huns cause trouble to Bingzhou again?

After recovering Bingzhou, one only needs to send a general and tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to easily defeat the five Hun tribes entrenched in Bingzhou, just like the Wuhuan people.

"Good, good, good. Zilong has captured Yu Fuluo alive, and has accomplished another great feat!"

In addition to being surprised, Liu Bei naturally praised Zhao Yun.

Then his smile disappeared, his eyes turned cold and he looked down at Yu Furuo who was kneeling on the ground.

At this time, Yu Furuo had just struggled to get up, endured the pain in his body, and raised his head tremblingly to look at Liu Bei.

When he looked up, he met Liu Bei's cold gaze.

Yufuluo shuddered, and endless fear instantly enveloped his whole body, destroying the remaining pride of the Xiongnu Khan in his body.

"Your servant Yu Fuluo pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor of the Han Dynasty!"

"I was foolish enough to be instigated by Cao Ren and became an enemy of the Han Dynasty. This was truly a sheer stupidity."

"Now that I have seen your majesty's divine power, I am convinced and have come to my senses."

"I am willing to lead the five tribes of the Xiongnu to submit to Your Majesty, pay tribute to the Han Dynasty every year as in the past, and obey Your Majesty's orders and instructions."

"Your Majesty, please be magnanimous and give me a chance to reform and make amends~~"

Yu Fuluo knelt on the ground, confessed his guilt and begged for surrender in a servile manner.

Seeing Yu Furuo's cowardly and begging appearance, the murderous intent on Liu Bei's face did not fade, but instead he felt deep disgust.

He remembered Xiao Fang's words.

The Hu people are unaccustomed to the king's ways and are like beasts. They are extremely fickle and have no sense of shame or honor in their hearts.

When the Han Dynasty was strong, they could choose to submit without shame, obey the Han Dynasty's orders, and serve as the Han Dynasty's dogs obediently.

When the Han Dynasty declined, they completely ignored the Han Dynasty's kindness and rebelled at will, burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of atrocities.

If the Han Dynasty were to revive again someday, they would immediately bow down and submit, and continue to be proud to be the dogs of the Han Dynasty in a servile manner.

This has been the case for hundreds of years, and the cycle has repeated itself more than once.

Therefore, Yu Fuluo naively believed that Liu Bei would be as generous as the previous emperors of the Han Dynasty and forgive his sins and allow him to continue to submit to the Han Dynasty.

Even Liu Bei, who was known for his benevolence and righteousness, would comfort him with kind words and reward him generously in order to show his benevolence and righteousness.

Although the benefits here are much worse than Cao Cao's conditions of ceding five counties, making him a king and giving him a daughter, it is still a hundred times better than losing his life.

Unfortunately, this time it’s different.

Liu Bei is a kind and righteous man, but he has an outlier like Xiao Fang by his side.

The bloody lessons learned by China over thousands of years made Xiao Fang deeply disgusted with the Hu people. He had long since instilled in Lao Liu the truth that "those who are not of my race must have different hearts."

At this time, Liu Bei had already deeply engraved a thought in his heart:

Destroy all the barbarians and put an end to border threats forever!
While the military and national strength of the newly born Han Dynasty is on the rise, we must eradicate all the Xiongnu, Xianbei, Wuhuan, Qiang and Di, those poisonous insects entrenched in the border areas of the Han Dynasty and sucking the blood of the Han Dynasty!

How could Liu Bei, who had such thoughts in mind, follow the example of his ancestors who coveted the false glory of the Hu people's submission and left hidden dangers for future generations just because of Yu Furo's servile pleas for mercy?

"The Prime Minister is right. If they are not of our race, their hearts must be different. If they offend the Han Dynasty, they should be killed!"

Liu Bei's words were as domineering as a knife, and he waved his hand coldly:

"Behead this Hu chieftain, send his head to Luoyang and offer it to the ancestral temple!"

Yu Furuo was shocked and looked at Liu Bei in disbelief.

How dare the leader of the Han Dynasty's revival make such a decision that goes against his ancestors? He even wanted to kill him despite his submission?
Is this Liu Bei crazy?
(End of this chapter)