Mythical big man, champion soldier saint

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Huainan.

Liu Qian turned pale, and looked down at a short book that Liu An handed him.

The bamboo slips show the number of iron wares produced in and out of Huainan in the past few years. The number is so large that it is shocking.

"What did Father do with all this pig iron?"

Liu Qian had already thought of the answer, and there was a trace of panic in his heart, and at the same time a faint excitement.

"Building ordnance."

Liu An looked calm, and was quite satisfied with his son's reaction: "You need to know about these things sooner or later, and you should be prepared if you understand them earlier."

Building ordnance is indeed...

At this moment, Liu Qian's heart was beating like a drum, and he asked in a trembling voice, "How long has Father been preparing?"

"It's been a few years. If you return to Chang'an in the future, regardless of success or failure, you will have to change your identity."

What Liu An means is that if he succeeds, he will be a prince, and if he loses, he will be a death row prisoner!
Liu Qian took a deep breath: "What preparations have Father made?"

"Except for preparation and armor, other arrangements involve all aspects. If we are weak, then join hands with the other side and lead the two to compete. This is the way to win."

The other party can only be the Huns... Liu Qian said: "Father is conspiring with the Huns?"

"It's all about using each other. If you don't do this, how can you cause chaos and turmoil and get opportunities?"

"Father, why do you want to do this..."

After all, Liu Qian didn't dare to say those two words directly, and instead asked, "When is Father going to start?"

"Don't be in a hurry, what should be arranged has been arranged for a long time, it's ridiculous that Chang'an still doesn't realize it."

"If it fails, we..."

"Don't worry, I've already prepared a way out. Even if things fail, our lineage won't be wiped out. It's just a safe place!"

"My sister is still in Chang'an..."

"She's smarter than you and will take care of herself."

Liu An looked in the direction of Chang'an outside the window.

After waiting for so many years, it is finally time to take the first step.

----

As the evening approaches, the fiery sunset paints the sky.

The wind howled on the prairie.

The big chan Yu Yizhi was expressionless, and looked down at Qu Meng's body with a big hole in his chest.

The corpse had been dead for twenty days, but it was protected by the mysterious power of the Xiongnu shaman. It did not rot, but its face was black and purple, which was very frightening.

He covered his chest, and he could still feel a sharp soldier's front stirring.

Not far away, there was Huo Qubing's long spear projected from the air, killing Qu Meng. The blood had dried up, but the radiant aura was still lingering on the spear body.

The great shaman was also at the side, with black air around his fingertips, pointing at the center of Qu Meng's eyebrows, as if connecting life and death for him, performing the final sacrifice!

The great shaman also sensed the condensed soldiers in the pierced wound on Qumeng's chest.

In the past days, he tried to absorb that power.

But every time you let go of your hand, the wound will soon gather the energy of the soldiers, stirring endlessly.

"The power left by this general destroyed everything in Qu Meng's body, not even a trace of his soul." The great shaman frowned.

The Huns believed that there was still a world after death, and the practice of life and soul was to look forward to the day when the body died and the life and soul would grow stronger and enter the world after death.

But in this situation, he is really dead, and his soul is gone.

"Bury it!"

The corpse was lying on a wolf fur mat. It was located in the grassland further north of Ulaanbaatar.

Here is a valley, the cemetery of the Sub clan.

The cemeteries of the Huns are usually located in forested valleys, along the banks of large rivers or tributaries, and are distributed in groups.

Qu Meng is the head of the contemporary Xubu clan, and also the King of Youguli of the Huns, with a respected status.

So even Yi Zhixie came to attend the funeral in person.

Inside and outside the valley, there were tens of thousands of soldiers from the king's tent of the Xiongnu and the Xubu clan, and it was so quiet that no one made a sound.

Only the howling wind whimpered in everyone's ears.

"I... the lord of all the tribes in the grassland will personally cut off the head of the general and make it into a wine vessel."

Yi Zhixie looked terrified: "Bury, kill the sacrifice!"

Beheading the head of the leader of the hostile force is the way of the Huns to show their bravery.

The living sacrifice is also a ceremony for the burial of the powerful Huns. The more noble the Huns, the more solemn the burial.All his servants during his lifetime will be beheaded and buried with him, so that the world he enters after death can still be served by these servants.

At this time, around the valley, there were hundreds of people kneeling with their heads pinned down by the Xiongnu soldiers, both men and women, with terrified expressions, all of them were Qu Meng's former servants.

The servants of the Huns were almost all Han Chinese who were looted.

It is impossible for them to let the troops of the headquarters be buried with them, so most of the beheaded are Han slaves!
The Xiongnu soldiers who were in charge of beheading the sacrifices held sharp short knives and moved in unison. They pressed on the servant's neck quickly and ruthlessly, and cut a throat-splitting wound.

Then use all your strength to hold down the dying victim.

The power generated before death can even break the leather rope that binds them.

Vigorous struggle, the ground was kicked out of two deep ravines, the pain of broken throat, despair, fear, numbness, all emotions were quickly frozen on the face of the violently struggling person.

With the blood spattered on their necks, they slowly become motionless, life and body temperature passing quickly.

Eventually everything quiets down.

Among the Xiongnu soldiers who were executing the execution, someone brought the blood-stained blade to his mouth, licked it, and kicked the corpse into the burial pit under the valley.

The filling was completed soon, and the horn sounded desolately on the grassland.

Yizhi turned her head and looked towards the south: "If the Han people dare to attack us, the Xiongnu, they will return them a hundredfold."

The great shaman Enchi on the side held a withered yellow bone plate in his hand, which looked like the skull of some kind of creature, and it was filled with blood.

At this moment, the blood in it was suddenly distorted and turned into lines of Xiongnu characters: "Have your men ever reached Wuhuan?"

Yizhi glanced sideways at the writing that appeared on the bone vessel in Enchi's hand:
"Tell him that when we retreated, according to what we had agreed with him, we left an elite team to go east and hide in Wuhuan. If someone from the Han people raises a fire at Beiguan, my team will appear and help him do things!"

The great shaman responded according to what Yi Zhixie said, and in a short while, the writing on the bone vessel changed: "There will be news within three days."

Yi Zhixie: "How sure are you that you can cause chaos in Chang'an?"

Changes in the blood on the bone vessel: "I have been preparing for this day for a long time..."

"Where is the Han general who killed Qu Meng?"

"The Han people are celebrating the victory in the Battle of Beiguan, and the emperor is entertaining officials in Chang'an!"

The handwriting ends here.

Yizhi looked sideways at the big shaman: "The Han people want to use our soldiers and horses of the Huns. We see an opportunity to plunder and kill the Han army. How much hope does the big shaman think this time?"

"Chang'an is the place where the Han people's luck is the most prosperous. It depends on whether there will be changes in Chang'an." The great shaman said.

Yi Zhixie: "Does the great shaman know the origin of that person...?"

"I don't know, but I guess it should be the clan of the Qin Dynasty, or the descendants of a certain country earlier. He seems to have a deep-rooted hatred for the current Han family."

The great shaman said: "There is at least one thing in him beyond the power of the world, which can cover up any investigation.

I have used several ancestors that have been passed down, but I have not been able to find any information about him.

He had this kind of power, so he could act in the Han area and escape the pursuit of the Han emperor. "

"Is he one, or many?"

The great shaman shook his head slightly: "I don't know."

----

In the evening, Chang'an.

"Has everyone found it?"

Huo Qubing was sitting in the Command Hall of the Chang'an Guards, which was where Lang Zhongling Shi Jian usually worked.

It happened that Shi Jian came home early today, and it was said that his father was unwell.

Shi Jian was a filial son, and because of this incident, his name was passed down to later generations.

"I have sent someone to find Lang Zhongling Shi Jian and Cheng Bushi, two generals, and Zhang Cigong, the lieutenant of the Northern Army..." Song Ran replied, and Xiao Ying on the other side.

Huo Qubing was in charge of taking over the Chang'an Guards, and Song Ran and Xiao Ying were sent to assist him.

At this moment, there is also a big turmoil inside the secret investigation.

The Chang'an Guards, including the Southern Army, the Northern Army and the Forbidden Army.

All three are nominally under the jurisdiction of Lang Zhongling Shi Jian, who is directly under the control of the Forbidden Army.The southern army was under the command of Changle Weiwei Cheng Bushi, and the northern army was led by Zhang Cigong.

"What happened to Zhang Cigong?" Huo Qubing asked.

"Our people are looking for him, probably... He should have gone to a private house to meet someone."

At this time, a spy came in and whispered a few words to Xiao Ying.

Huo Qubing heard that he was reporting Zhang Cigong's whereabouts, so he said, "I'll go to Zhang Cigong's place myself."

In the south of Chang'an City, outside a courtyard.

Huo Qubing and his men galloped towards it when it was getting dark, and the spy stepped forward and shattered the closed door with force, and a group of people broke in.

There were a few of Zhang Cigong's close followers in the house, standing in the porch, they obviously knew Huo Qubing, they were stunned when they saw him coming in, and did not resist.

Huo Qubing waved his hand, not letting too many people follow, he walked to the depths of the courtyard by himself.

His thoughts spread out, and he had already found out the situation of the inner house, so he came to an outside room, knocked on the door before pushing it open.

There was a man and a woman in the room, who had just got off the couch, and the man was Zhang Cigong.

The woman's body was white and her face was panicked. She had just put on a robe and her hair was disheveled. She was the daughter of King Huainan, the lord Liu Ling.

Seeing that it was Huo Qubing, Zhang Cigong breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "You just barged in without saying hello, what happened?"

Huo Qubing thought to himself that if you fall into someone else's hands, maybe it will be used to implicate your uncle, and you will die along with it, thinking that I am willing to come?

(End of this chapter)