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

The majestic army is like a black cloud, perhaps there is a poem that can perfectly describe the current situation.

"Dark clouds overwhelm the city to destroy it."

At this time, isn't this boundless, blocking countless lights on the emerald green grassland the "black cloud"?

Pieces of clouds gather together, then disperse and converge again.

This is Daqin's army.

The old Qin people are the main ones, and some people from other places are mixed in.

Originally, the main force of the Meng family army has not changed for many years, and it has always been dominated by the old Qin people.

But since Daqin's life has improved, people from other regions have gradually entered the Mengjia army in the past two years.

In other words, the concept of "old Qin people" is gradually fading.

Those who guard this concept are some old Qin people themselves. People in other places no longer think of themselves as "people from old Zhao", "people from old Yan", etc., they think they are from Qin.

Therefore, when the concept of region gradually disappears, what remains is "Qin".

Meng Tian stood in the tent and watched this scene indifferently, he could see the spirit of this army.

It is actually no different from the previous Meng family army, the same elite, the same nerves, but it may not have the condensation of the Meng family army.

This kind of condensation cannot be tempered overnight, but a tacit understanding that can only be tempered through the continuous guidance of the general, through battles, and the continuous cooperation with the comrades around him.

It is also the prerequisite and the only way for a general to become a famous general and to have an army commanded by himself as if using his own arm.

At this moment, Meng Tian was giving Han Xin this chance.

When Han Xin was on the battlefield for the first time, it was his luck to have such a general who cared for him, and it was also the luck of Daqin.

"I hope you can make some achievements, and don't let down the trust and painstaking efforts of Chen Fengchang and His Majesty."

Meng Tian looked at Han Xin in the distance and sighed softly.

When the army was getting further and further away, Meng Tian turned around, walked into the tent, changed into a suit of armor, and looked ahead.

There was a little murderous look in his eyes.

This battle was very important to the Xiongnu's strangulation battle, so naturally Han Xin could not be completely relied on, after all, Han Xin had never experienced a real bloody battle.

If something goes wrong with Han Xin, he, a man who has experienced many battles, will play and try his best to recover the loss.

This is of course unfair to the soldiers of Daqin, and some people may die in this war.

But for the birth of an excellent general, this must be sacrificed.

And everyone in the Great Qin army had already realized this.

Meng Tian got on his horse and stared ahead, always ready.

He calmly ordered: "Ambush people in the valley that has been explored, and then order the scouts to inquire about the news ahead."

"If there is a problem, report to me immediately!"

Next to Meng Tian, ​​a soldier responded immediately: "Here!"

In the tent of the Huns

At this time, in the big tent of the Huns, the atmosphere was still tense. Touman and Modun were staring at each other, and the weapons in the hands of the guards in the tent were also pointing at each other.

They were evenly matched. At this time, there was no winner outside, so they naturally did not dare to act rashly.

Even Mao Dun, who was full of confidence before, did not dare to act rashly at this time.

However, as soon as the results come out, the situation in the tent will change immediately.

No matter who wins, the other side will go completely insane.

Touman sneered, he stared into Maodun's eyes, and said softly: "Boss, is this your preparation?"

"Do you really think that with just such a little thing, you can take away the position of the wolf king?"

Mao Dun stood there, although he was very nervous at this moment, but his face did not show the slightest, as if he was confident.

"Father, you don't usually talk so much."

He laughed and said, "If you didn't feel threatened, how could you lose your sense of control at this time?"

After Mao Dun finished speaking, he sighed softly: "To be honest, Father, I don't want to do this because you forced me to do it."

He stared into Touman's eyes: "You know, what kind of heir can lead the Xiongnu to a more magnificent future."

"Only then can the Xiongnu move towards a greater future."

"But for your selfishness, for your so-called favor, you turned the Xiongnu and the situation into what it is today."

"Our father and son will come to the current situation, it is entirely your problem."

Hearing this, Touman laughed angrily: "It's all my problem?"

"Boss, do you dare to swear to Changshengtian?"

"It is said that there is no selfishness in it. Didn't you covet my position early in the morning?"

At this time, his face was already torn, and Touman didn't hide it at all. He said viciously: "Five years ago, you contacted your mother's ethnic group and wanted to do something. Do you really think you can hide it?" forever?"

"If it wasn't for that time when Changshengtian still took care of me, I'm afraid that this position would be yours, right?"

Mo Dun's expression changed slightly, he looked at Touman, and a ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

How did Touman know what happened at that time?
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then let out a long laugh: "Father, what are you talking about? My son doesn't understand."

"Are you going to frame me for an unworthy young son?"

There was a bit of coldness in Mao Dun's voice, and a sneer crossed his face: "From the beginning to the end, you never regarded me as your son!"

The corner of Touman's mouth was full of sarcasm, he was too lazy to say anything, just stood there indifferently.

At this time, outside the tent.

The emerald green grassland has turned scarlet at this time, and everything is telling that a fierce war has taken place here.

And the war is still going on.

In the past, the wolf riders who were like brothers, now they are independent and fight together. There are corpses everywhere on the grassland, and there are even remnants of arms and other limbs.

The horse's head, horse's legs and other parts were also scattered all over the place, and blood was everywhere, and the blood had already dyed the grassland under him bright red.

At this time, this is no longer a grassland, but a "blood field".

The war is still fighting, and it seems that there is no winner or loser for a while.

Twenty miles away from the city of the Huns, Han Xin led the army to slow down.

The solemn Qin army ordered and prohibited it, and stood firm.

The dust in the distance rippled around, burying the army.

Han Xin closed his eyes slightly, as if simulating something in his mind.

After a while, he opened his eyes and let out a slight breath: "Let the whole army rest and wait for half a stick of incense."

"After half a stick of incense, the whole army set off immediately and rushed to attack Wang Zhang!"

Military orders are like a mountain, passed down layer by layer.

The soldiers on the outer circle were still holding shields in their hands and standing straight. They were guarding, while the soldiers on the middle floor began to rest.

After a while, the soldiers who were a little behind stood up and resumed their gear, and they went to replace the outermost soldiers.

Han Xin was riding on horseback, watching everything in the distance silently, with a little dignity in his voice.

"Let the scouts pay attention at all times, and report immediately if there is any change!"

Huns
The water in the lake was dyed bright red, and the stench of blood and corpses reverberated in the air.

The cavalry and soldiers in the battle seemed to have already decided the winner.

A man with a big knife in his hand stood there, with an extremely excited and smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

After he chopped off a soldier who wanted to attack him, he roared directly: "Kill!"

"Kill these people!"

"Not a single one!"

His voice seemed to bring blood to many soldiers who were fighting, and in an instant all his soldiers started to fight crazily!

That was already a completely reckless fight, even if you exchange your own life for the death of another life, you will not hesitate.

In the king's account at this time.

Mao Dun heard the roar outside, and his face was a little smug.

What he was proud of was that he recognized who that roar was.

It belonged to his uncle.

Why are you screaming?Why do you say to kill all the remaining people?Because his uncle led the soldiers to victory.

And the one who also knew this was his father.

Khan Touman stood in the tent, and when he heard the roar, his face instantly became extremely gloomy. He stared at Maodun not far away, and his hand was already on the long knife at his waist!
If he waited until the fighting outside ended, he would have no chance at all!
And if he can win a short-term victory in this big tent at this time and control Maodun, then there is still a chance to reverse the situation of the battle!

"kill!"

A deep and brief voice sounded, and in an instant, there was a rush of fighting in the tent that was peaceful just now!

Countless guards acted instantly, and they were Touman's closest guards, and they were all the most elite "Wolf Riders".

The sound of drawing a knife sounded in an instant, and Mao Dun, who had been prepared to guard against them, also did it in an instant.

The two forces fought together in an instant.

In the small tent, the smell of blood is everywhere, and the sound of fighting is everywhere.

It seems that the battle situation has extended from the outside of the tent to the inside of the tent.

The fighting continues.

Whether it is a fight inside the tent or a fight outside the tent.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Two miles away from the king's city, Han Xin was riding on horseback. The whole army had been repaired for a while, and then with his order, the whole army immediately started to attack!
In half an hour, they will be able to reach the city of the Huns!

The city of the Huns who has just gone through civil strife and has absolutely no resistance!

And this stop, their goal is to take down the Xiongnu Shanyu!
Daqin
The cold wind in winter is extremely cold, constantly blowing everything around, making people feel a little helpless and emotional.

Chen Ke sat in the courtyard with several teacups in front of him.

He doesn't like people who interfere with the Manufacturing Department, whether it's artisans or some people who are leaning towards "scientific research".

However, human potential is always infinite.

The wisdom of the ancients is also infinite. Many times they just lack a "first one". Once they know that there is such a thing in this world, their wisdom will be activated later.

This is "knowledge".

The porcelain cups placed on the table in front of Chen Ke are the best proof.

At the earliest time, Chen Ke only taught two kinds of porcelain, "celadon" and "white porcelain" to the Manufacturing Department, but now the Manufacturing Department has sent him four or five kinds of porcelain.

"Mysterious Porcelain", "Celadon", "White Porcelain", "Red Porcelain" and so on, Chen Ke even saw a set of "ice cracked" porcelain among them.

Chen Ke stretched out his hand, playing with the cracked ice teacup in front of him, with admiration in his eyes.

This thing was originally burnt by a craftsman and planned to be destroyed centrally, but Chen Ke accidentally saw it and took it back.

He wasn't sure if this was the so-called "ice crack", but Chen Ke praised the craftsman who burned this thing with admiration.

After that, there will naturally be craftsmen and people from the Manufacturing Department to create the most perfect ice cracks step by step.

In the teacup, pieces of tea leaves floated on it.

In fact, at the very beginning, there was no tea leaves, and there was no such thing as "tea".

But Chen Ke is always thinking, how can there be no tea when there are teacups?

Therefore, he asked the first emperor to send people to some places to look for tea, and the most famous tea is naturally the "Dahongpao Mother Tree" in Wuyi Mountain.

The tea in Chen Ke's teacup was picked from that mother tree.

He gave this thing to Ying Zheng as a tribute, but Ying Zheng couldn't get used to it, so he rewarded it to Li Si and Chen Ke.

After taking a sip of tea, Chen Ke had a slight smile on his eyes.

Maybe this is the most stable, stable and relaxed time for him in the past year?

After all, there was nothing for him to deal with.

Chen Ke squinted his eyes, drank the tea in the cup with enjoyment, and then said with emotion: "Is this the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao?"

"Drink seriously."

"It's no different from ordinary tea."

Chen Ke curled his lips. He felt like a rough man who couldn't appreciate the tea leaves from this mother tree at all.

It feels no different from some ordinary tea in the previous life.

But Chen Ke would only think about these words in his own heart, and would never say them out, after all, he still wanted face.

"Bianjiang, I'm afraid there is already news, right?"

Chen Ke picked up the chess pieces on the table, and then tossed them: "I don't know what it will be like to take them."

"Han Xin, a soldier fairy, shouldn't disappoint me."

Account of the Huns
There was already a gap in the long sword in Touman's hand, and few people around him were still standing.

There are still many people around Mao Dun.

The sound of fighting outside the big tent has stopped.

This battle may have already been decided.