What should I do if I am beheaded by the First Emperor at the beginning?

Han Xin didn't know anything about Xianyang City, but he could guess to a certain extent.

A few days ago, people from Daqin came from the south to go to the wolf camp of the Xiongnu. Meng Tian, ​​him, and the Meng family army were stationed at the frontier. How could they not know about this?
If they really didn't know anything and let people go to the Xiongnu from under their noses through many barriers, then they might as well hang themselves with a rope.

The sky is very bright, and the night sky thousands of miles away echoes with the stars.

Han Xin turned his head, and Meng Tian was standing in front of him at this time, with the same deep expression.

"How are you going?"

Before Meng Tian was stationed at the frontier, he already knew the plans of the emperor, Chen Ke, Wang Jian and others, and he would naturally be willing to listen to Han Xin's plans when he was not threatening Daqin.

The purpose of coming to Northern Xinjiang to station was to give Han Xin a chance.

An opportunity to strangle the Huns and make great contributions, whether it is Meng Tian, ​​Chen Ke, or Wang Jian, there is no conflict.

Naturally, he is willing to give this face.

Looking at the Xiongnu grassland surrounded by mountains in the distance, Han Xin seemed to see the account of the king of the Huns surrounded by mountains and forests through the mountains and the endless clouds in the sky.

His hands rubbed unconsciously, and Han Xin was prone to such small movements when he was thinking.

"A very simple matter."

Han Xin's eyes were a little erratic, as if he was thinking and hesitating about something: "It's just that I'm hesitating, which method should I use."

He turned his head and looked at Meng Tian.

It can be said that whether it was in those turbulent days or in the unified Qin Dynasty, if it is said that there are only two generals that Han Xin respects very much.

One is the old general Wang Jian, and the other is the general Meng Tian in front of him.

"General Meng, what do you think we should do now?"

Meng Tian shook his head slightly, suggesting that a little calm flashed across his silent face. He naturally had his own plans in his heart, but he was not going to say anything that would affect Han Xin's judgment.

It's not a big deal to have him at the bottom of the bottom.

Seeing this, Han Xin also understood Meng Tian's thoughts. If a military general wants to gain a real foothold in Daqin, then the best way is naturally to make an irrefutable contribution.

But now, this credit is in front of him.

After a little silence, he said, "The Huns are no better than the Six Kingdoms. Although they are barbarians, their cavalry has always been very strong because they are on the grassland."

"Especially their wolf riders."

"Although the current Daqin can fight against the power of the wolf cavalry, and has ways to fight it, it is inevitable that there will be casualties."

"I want to exchange for the greatest victory over the Huns with as few casualties as possible."

Meng Tian glanced at Han Xin, if someone else said such words, he would definitely feel a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart.

Because this is really an impossible thing to accomplish.

But when Han Xin said such words, Meng Tian had some expectations. He could see Han Xin's general talent, not the kind of general talent that Zhao Kuo used to talk about on paper.

But it takes a tough battle to see how capable he really is.

Now this opportunity is in front of Han Xin.

Han Xin said in a low voice: "Perhaps, it would be better to use some safer methods."

Meng Tian chuckled lightly: "Where did you find a safe way?"

He pointed to the gloomy night in the distance and said, "Soldiers under the night, do you think they didn't have the awareness of death before they came here?"

"Han Xin, kindness doesn't command soldiers."

"It's understandable for them to be afraid of death, but I can't understand your fear of their death."

"War is always bloody. How can there be war without sacrifice?"

"If you have been thinking about reducing casualties, then in the final war, there will be more casualties."

"Looking forward and looking backward is not what military strategists do for generals."

"I don't think it's necessary for me to tell you the truth of the death of one's success, right?"

Han Xin just stood there silently, facing the cold wind on the prairie, the wind in the twelfth lunar month was already bitingly cold, and the coldness of the moon made it even colder.

He didn't refute Meng Tian's words, but just said another thing.

"The Huns are not monolithic. The Khan of the Huns dotes on his youngest son, but his eldest son was born with his predecessor, Yu, and is very supported by some tribes within the Huns."

"And his eldest son, Mao Dun, is quite powerful in the Xiongnu tribe."

Han Xin slowly but firmly analyzed the power distribution among the Xiongnu: "Although the tribe where the former Yu family is not as powerful as the Khan's, it is still a big force."

"Now that the Khan of the Huns is getting older, the position of this Khan is like a piece of fat thrown to the pack of wolves, and all the hungry wolves are watching."

"A young son who has no strength, no influence, and even no brains, and is only loved by the Khan."

"A eldest son with power, supporters, brains, and dignity."

"How long can an old wolf, which is getting old and has lost its ferocious teeth and claws, be able to suppress those vicious packs of wolves?"

Han Xin's eyes were a little fierce. When facing the soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty, he was a bodhisattva and wanted to minimize the damage, but when facing the soldiers of the Huns, he became the most vicious Shura.

Kill decisively.

"What's more, didn't our spies also send news?"

"The man from the Xiongnu who contacted Lord Dong'an before Modu, General Meng, what do you think he was trying to contact the person from Lord Dong'an?"

Meng Tian's eyes flickered slightly, and then he said with a smile: "It's very simple, he wants to use Lord Dong'an's power to pave the way for himself to become a Khan."

Han Xin nodded slightly: "Perhaps His Royal Highness the Prince of the Huns, or His Royal Highness King Zuo Xian, has never had such thoughts, but he must have such thoughts."

"In this case, why can't we take advantage of it?"

This is a good opportunity for Daqin, and it is indeed an opportunity that can be used.

If you can make good use of this opportunity, in the next war, the damage of Daqin soldiers can indeed be minimized.

Meng Tian looked at Han Xin and couldn't help but sighed, "I'm not good at this, but you are good at it."

There was admiration in his eyes.

Meng Tian's age is almost the same as Ying Zheng's, the two are friends, and his age is not too young in this day and age, he can be regarded as a "veteran".

He didn't regard Han Xin as an opponent, because Han Xin was only a boy and a half at this time.

By the time this half-grown boy was able to reach his position, he might have already returned to heaven, or he had already been disarmed and returned to the field.

"Soldiers who, deception also."

Meng Tian watched Han Xin say this sentence, then smiled and said: "This is a sentence mentioned by Sun Wu in the Art of War, but not all soldiers are like this."

He said with a little silence: "Han Xin, every general who can leave a strong mark in history must have his own style."

"For example, General Wang's "rigor", my "straightness", Lian Po's "steadiness", and Li Mu's "oddness". There were so many famous generals in the history of the Seven Kingdoms period. Why were only four of us called by Qing Shi? Are the "Four Famous Generals" recognized and spread throughout the world? "

"It is because although we learned "Sun Tzu's Art of War", we did not follow Sun Tzu's character. "

Meng Tian's words were earnest: "If you want to become the top player, then you must have your own style."

"If you keep following the continuation of others, then you may only be able to become an "excellent general" in your life, but you will never be able to become a "famous general". "

Han Xin listened to Meng Tian's teachings, and immediately said: "Thank you, General Meng, for your guidance. Han Xin will keep it in his heart, and he will never forget it."

The wind blows constantly on the grassland in the distance, and everything is as usual.

But only those who stand in the wind of the grassland can perceive the taste in the wind.

It is the brutal prelude to war.

Huns
Zhang Xilong sat in the tent with worry in his eyes. He hadn't received a letter from Mr. Dong'an for several days.

This is not a good thing for him.

He is clear about what Jun Dong'an wants to do in Xianyang City, and he also knows if things fail, or even the result of failure.

This is what he is facing now.

He kept touching the table in front of him to soothe his inner anxiety.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the big tent.

Zhang Xilong turned his head abruptly, looked at the scenery outside the big tent, and walked in alone, suddenly.

Looking at Zhang Xilong's appearance, Mao Dun couldn't help laughing.

He knew some Daqin dialect, so there was no problem communicating with Zhang Xilong.

"Who is Emissary Zhang waiting for?"

"Are you waiting for a letter from Da Qin? Or are you waiting for someone from Wang Zhang?"

Zhang Xilong was very anxious and depressed at this time, but he still restrained his emotions and maintained his rationality.

"The eldest prince is joking. If you say you are waiting for a letter from Daqin, it is true. If you say you are waiting for someone from the king's account, I don't know what that means."

"Also ask the eldest prince to make it clear."

Mao Dun looked at Zhang Xilong again, and then he apologized with a smile and said: "Envoy Zhang laughed, recently I heard that my unsatisfied younger brother had contact with Envoy Zhang, I thought that Envoy Zhang saw the people from our tribe. The situation is that I want to cooperate with my brother."

"That's why I asked."

He arched his hands and used the etiquette of the Central Plains people.

The look on Zhang Xilong's face was much better now, and he also said with a smile on his face: "The eldest prince doesn't need to be too polite. It is right to ask more about the current situation."

He sighed and said, "It's just that I may not be able to cooperate with the eldest prince."

Without waiting for Mao Dun to react, Zhang Xilong said: "The eldest prince must also know about it. I haven't received a letter from Daqin for a long time."

"What my master is planning, the eldest prince must be clear about it."

"As for the strength and ruthlessness of the first emperor, the eldest prince must have also grasped it in the past few years."

"Therefore, I suspect that the Lord has already."

Zhang Xilong just sighed before he finished speaking, sounding very painful.

But Mao Dun was a little curious, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Emissary Zhang said so, isn't he afraid that after I hear you, I think you are useless and execute you?"

This topic is very serious. As soon as Mao Dun's words fell to the ground, the atmosphere in the whole tent changed, becoming cold and chilling.

Zhang Xilong smiled meaninglessly: "Even if I don't say it at this time, wouldn't the eldest prince know about it?"

"During the time I was in the Huns, your ministry should have controlled my every move, right?"

"I haven't received a letter from Daqin for a long time, so the eldest prince must know better than me."

"Now that the eldest prince is here, I'm afraid it's just for this matter."

Mo Dun looked at Zhang Xilong and smiled slightly, the expression on his face seemed very satisfied.

"Envoy Zhang is right. Your every move is under our surveillance. Of course we know these things."

He shook his head and said: "In other words, we shouldn't say that we know it, but I can only say that I know it, because I didn't tell my father about it."

Zhang Xilong was also a smart person, so he immediately asked, "What does the eldest prince need me to do?"

Mo Dun was even more satisfied. He looked at Zhang Xilong and said, "You are from Qin, but I need a Qin man and a strong ally."

"Even if this ally no longer exists at this time, as long as the people in the tribe don't know, then this ally will still have a deterrent effect."

"Does Envoy Zhang understand what I mean?"

Zhang Xilong was taken aback for a moment, and then realized in an instant, he looked at Mao Dun and said, "So that's how it is."

He sighed a little: "Is the eldest prince ready to do something?"

Modu nodded, and said in a long voice: "I don't want to do it at this time, but I don't have time anymore."

"If I don't do anything again, I'm afraid that in a few years, there will be no place for me in this tribe."

"Father shouldn't have forced me to this extent. I was also forced to make a helpless choice."

Zhang Xilong looked at Mao Dun, and just asked: "Then, what exactly does the eldest prince need me to do? But can you tell me?"

Mo Dun didn't hesitate at all: "Of course I want to tell you."

"Just listen to me."

In another tent.

Touman Khan sat in the king's tent, his eyes were full of cruelty and violence, he clearly knew how many people were thinking about his position now.

Even these people included his good son.

This is an unacceptable thing for him, but it is something that he has no way not to accept.

Touman was helpless.

Because his children have grown up and are no longer under his control.

He was already like a wounded, powerless lone wolf, so he could only look at his wound by himself.

The candles in the tent flickered, reflecting his shadow, looking very fragile.