Chapter 211

"Protect the Chanyu!"

Touman Chanyu's most loyal guards around him tried to raise their shields or use their bodies to block.

However, in front of the golden light swords containing Foundation Establishment True Essence, leather shields, iron armor, and flesh and blood bodies were like paper, easily pierced and torn!

"Puff puff puff puff...!"

Blood flowers burst open in patches around the wolf-head banner.

People and horses overturned, and they didn't even have time to scream.

An exceptionally solid golden sword light, as if it had eyes, bypassed several guards and precisely swept across the neck of Touman Chanyu, who was surrounded by the crowd and waving his scimitar to block.

The action froze.

The terror, anger, and unwillingness on Touman Chanyu's face were frozen forever.

He felt the world spinning, as if he saw his own headless body slowly falling from the horse's back, saw the wolf-head banner that had accompanied him for many years being shredded by several sword lights...

"The Chanyu is dead!"

"The Wolf Flag has fallen!!"

"Divine punishment! It's divine punishment! Run!"

The last bit of will to resist collapsed completely with Touman Chanyu's death and the fall of the Wolf Flag.

The 300,000 Xiongnu army no longer cared about glory, cattle, sheep, or women; only one thought remained—run!

Run away from this land of death where the gods had descended!

In an instant, the Xiongnu were defeated like a collapsing mountain, trampling on each other, their army in ruins.

In front of the Qin army, Ying Zheng took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and ecstasy in his heart.

Then he suddenly drew the Tai'e sword from his waist, the sword tip pointing straight ahead:

"Soldiers of Great Qin! The Guoshi has beheaded the enemy chief and broken the enemy's courage! The whole army—attack! Exterminate the Xiongnu, it is today!"

Wind! Wind! Great Wind!

A mountain-shaking battle cry erupted, and the 200,000 Qin soldiers, who had been holding back their strength,

Like tigers released from their cages, under the command of Meng Tian and Wang Jian, divided into several groups and launched an overwhelming charge toward the completely collapsed Xiongnu remnants.

Especially the 30,000 new cavalry equipped with the three-piece horse gear set, led personally by Meng Tian, like a black torrent of steel,

Easily cut into, divided, and chased down the Xiongnu cavalry, whose souls were terrified, bringing the cavalry's advantages into full play.

The battle lasted from afternoon until sunset.

To be precise, it was chasing and accepting surrenders.

In this battle, dozens of Xiongnu leaders, including Touman Chanyu, were beheaded, over 120,000 heads were taken (most of whom died from trampling each other and Gu Shanhe's "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin"), over 180,000 were captured, and countless spoils were seized.

The main force of the Xiongnu was wiped out in one battle.

The 180,000 surrendered Xiongnu, under the silent deterrence of Gu Shanhe the "immortal" and the sharp blades of the Qin army, knelt on the ground and begged for surrender, trembling.

They were quickly broken up, guarded in batches, and would subsequently be moved to the interior, dispersed and settled, either serving as forced labor or gradually assimilated.

At the foot of the Yin Mountains, the autumn grass was stained with blood.

But the great Xiongnu threat that had plagued China for hundreds of years since the Warring States period was, from this point on, settled in one battle and completely vanished like smoke.

Ying Zheng stood on the blood-stained battlefield, looking at the mountains of Xiongnu flags, weapons, and dejected prisoners, and laughed up at the sky, his voice shaking the wilderness:

"Satisfying! Satisfying!"

"This is an unworldly merit! The Guoshi is truly my backbone, the auspicious omen of Great Qin!"

In the following three months,

The Qin army led by Ying Zheng was like a hot knife through butter.

The land of Baiyue was full of jungles, obstacles, and miasma.

But when Gu Shanhe flew through the air, summoned strong winds with a wave of his hand to disperse the miasma, used his flying sword to cut down giant trees and open paths,

And even casually pointed out several strands of True Fire to burn the most hidden Yue people's mountain villages to white ground, the will to resist of the Baiyue tribes melted away like ice under the sun.

Surrender, submission, setting up counties—it all happened naturally.

The Wusun, Yuezhi, and other tribes in the west, hearing that the 300,000-strong Xiongnu army had been annihilated in one battle by the Qin army assisted by a "god," and that Touman Chanyu had been beheaded by an "immortal sword," were already terrified.

As soon as the Qin envoys arrived with Ying Zheng's edict and Gu Shanhe's "token" (a simple golden talisman for warding off evil), most tribal leaders chose to lead their tribes to submit, not daring to have the slightest disobedience.

Thus, the vast lands of the northern grasslands, southern Baiyue, and the eastern Western Regions,

Were for the first time truly brought under the effective rule of a powerful central empire, and the interior completed an unprecedentedly huge unification.

Qin army camp, center army tent.

Ying Zheng and Gu Shanhe sat opposite each other, with the increasingly detailed map of the world spread out before them.

Ying Zheng's finger slowly swept from north to south, from west to east.

Finally, it stopped on the east side of the map, on the outlines of several islands amidst the waves.

His eyes were sharp as knives, full of the desire for conquest.

"Guoshi,"

Ying Zheng's voice carried suppressed excitement, "The Xiongnu are pacified, Baiyue is settled, the Western Rong have submitted."

"I previously learned from the sky screen that in the eastern ocean, there are the Fusang islands (also called the Wa country), where there is silver, and the people... are unruly."

"I wish to take them, to serve as an anchor point for Great Qin's eastward expansion, a training ground for the navy, what do you think?"

Gu Shanhe looked at the inconspicuous island group on the map and nodded.

"It can be done."

"However, an expedition across the sea is not like a land battle. It requires large ships, soldiers skilled in water, and abundant logistics."

"Your Majesty can first order Kuaiji, Langya, and other places to build sturdy ships according to the techniques of the Mohist and Gongshu families, combined with... some new ideas."

"At the same time, recruit and train the navy; when the ships are built, the soldiers trained, and the grain and grass prepared, that will be the time for the eastward crossing."

Ying Zheng clapped his hands: "Good! Let it be according to the Guoshi's words! First return to Xianyang, discuss merits and reward, then... prepare for the eastern expedition with all our might!"

The gold and silver mountains of Fusang (the little days) were waiting for them.

One month later.

Kuaiji Commandery, seaport.

It wasn't fully dawn yet, and it was gray. But the scene on the sea could make people look stupid.

Ships, all ships.

You couldn't see the end of them, filling the entire bay with a black mass.

Not those small fishing sampans, but real tower ships, as big as mountains.

The few at the very front had towers on the deck that were three stories high, the hulls covered in black iron plating, reflecting a cold, hard light in the faint morning light.

Rows of crossbow carts were mounted on the ship's sides, the crossbow arms thicker than a person's arm, and the arrow shafts loaded on them were almost as thick as a child's wrist.

The port wharf was also full of people.

200,000 people, so quiet that you could only hear the sound of waves hitting the shore, and the occasional startled cry of seabirds in the distance.

A high platform was temporarily built by the port.

Ying Zheng stood at the very top, in black dragon-patterned armor, without the imperial crown, just tied in a simple bun, but that momentum was even more intimidating than when he wore the dragon robe and sat on the golden throne.

He squinted his eyes, swept over the thousand tower ships on the sea, and then swept over the 200,000 brave soldiers on the shore, and laughed happily.

Gu Shanhe stood beside him, still in that moon-white robe, drifting gently in the sea breeze, a bit out of place with the murderous atmosphere around, but no one dared to think he was inappropriate.

Only Gu Shanhe himself knew that his brain had just "dinged."

【System: Detected conquest campaign triggered.】

【Issuing "Fusang Expedition" mission.】

【Main line: Conquer the entire Fusang territory. Mission reward: 1 million emotion points.】

【Time-limited branch: If conquest is completed within seven days. Reward doubled: 2 million emotion points.】

【Do you accept?】

"Accept."

Gu Shanhe thought silently.

Mosquito legs are also meat, not to mention this is two million.

And... seven days?

He glanced at the direction of the blurry horizon across the sea and had a count in his heart.

With the speed of Great Qin's current warships and the combat effectiveness of the army, plus those "opponents" on the other side who were still fighting with stones...

Seven days, maybe it won't even take that long.