Shuhan

Outside Huayin City.

The remnants of the bald Shouchan were already surrounded by Han troops.

Huo Yi was riding a war horse, holding a spear in his hand, and shouted at Bald Shou Tian: "Bald Shou Tian, ​​if you surrender quickly, you can still save your life. If you persist in your persistence, you will only become a corpse outside Huayin City." ”

Although the bald Shouchan was in a desperate situation, he was still arrogant.

"If you want me to surrender, it's easy. You and I will fight one on one. If I lose, I will naturally surrender. If I win, let me go back. How about that?"

"Humph!"

Huo Yi sneered and said, "How qualified are you to negotiate terms with me if you are a dead man in this grave?"

The bald Shoutian was not afraid at all and said sternly: "Then what are you waiting for? Just kill me. If I, the bald Shoutian, shout the word "pain", I am not a good Xianbei!"

Huo Yi was about to give an order to kill all these arrogant people.

But beside him, Yang Ben, who was born in the martial arts hall, raised his hands and said: "General, if you kill this man, won't my two hundred carts of food and grass be in vain? He doesn't want to fight with generals, so I will fight with him. Let’s fight, what’s so good about Xianbei? Look at my good man, he’s such a good Xianbei after a while, I can defeat him with just one hand!”

Huo Yi's eyes flickered and he nodded.

"Bald Shoutian, I'll give you a chance to see if you can seize it?"

Huo Yi said with a cold snort.

Yang Ben, holding a silver gun, was already driving forward on horseback.

"Bald Shoutian, let me show you what a good man is. If you are supposed to be my Han slave, just do it obediently and come and fight!"

Yang Ben's war horse neighed, its iron hooves flew, kicked up a cloud of dust, and galloped towards the Xianbei leader Tufa Shouguan.

The bald Shoutian rode a black war horse with powerful hooves and a fighting light in its eyes.

Seeing Yang Ben rushing towards him, Bald Shoutian did not flinch, but instead urged his horse to meet him.

"Die to Grandpa Xianbei!"

clang clang ~
The swords and guns of both sides clashed in the air, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

Every impact seemed to knock the opponent's weapon away.

Yang Ben's silver spear danced like a dragon swimming out of the sea, while Bald Shouchan's scimitar danced like a tiger descending from the mountain, extremely sharp.

The battle became intense, with both sides going back and forth. After dozens of rounds, it was still hard to tell who was the winner.

Yang Ben became more and more courageous as he fought. The silver spear in his hand was like a snake. The attack angle was so tricky that it was hard to guard against.

And the bald Shoutian was not to be outdone. When the scimitar was dancing, the wind howled, showing his superb martial arts.

The surrounding soldiers were deeply attracted by this battle. They held their breath and stared at the showdown.

"General Yang, kill this Xianbei bastard!"

"Bald leader, let these Han people know the interests and dangers of our Xianbei warriors!"

War drums and shouts came and went, cheering for this thrilling battle.

"Die to me!"

The bald Shouchan went crazy and attacked Yang Ben.

"Well done!"

When the fierce battle between the two sides was in full swing, Yang Ben suddenly changed his tactics and fired a false shot, causing the bald Shouchan to block it with his sword.

At this moment, Yang Ben quickly retracted his silver spear, jumped up, and used the height of the horse's back to kick the bald Shouguan.

This kick was very powerful and hit the bald Shouchan right in the chest.

The bald Shouchan felt a pain in his chest, his body instantly lost balance, and he fell from his horse.

Yang Ben took the opportunity to thrust his spear straight at him, but when he saw that the bald Shoutian had fallen from his horse, he withdrew his silver spear and did not stab his defeated opponent.

He reined in his horse and looked down at the bald Shoutian with a hint of sneer in his eyes.

"How is it? So Xianbei, do you know how powerful your Han grandfather is?"

The bald Shouchan felt humiliated, but he stood up and knelt down to Yang Ben. "Well, Xianbei kept his word, you win, you can kill or behead him as you please!"

As he spoke, he threw the scimitar he had been holding tightly in his hand at his feet, everything was self-evident.

Huo Yi nodded lightly and said, "Take him to see the Prime Minister!"

The bald Shoucheng did not resist, so he was immediately tied up by the Han army and sent to the Han army camp.

In the main tent of the Chinese army, Zhuge Liang wore a feather fan and silk scarf, with a mysterious smile on his face, as if he had a winning ticket.

"The little chief pays homage to the prime minister!"

The bald Shouchan immediately saluted Zhuge Liang.

Only when you can bend and stretch can you be good at Xianbei.

Only by living can there be hope.

If you die, it will be like the grass burned by fire on the grassland. No one will pay attention to it, and no one will care!

"Are you the bald Shouchan?"

The bald-haired Shouguan immediately raised his head and said in a humming voice: "I am the bald-haired Shouguan. The prime minister actually knows my name."

Zhuge Liang shook his head and said, "It's not that I know about you, but His Majesty wrote you in the Chronicles of Foreign Races. You and your father are both bald and alone, and they are both in the Chronicles of Foreign Races."

Did the Emperor of Han still know his name?
The shock on the bald Shouchan's face is beyond words.

In his opinion, he was just a little Xianbei, otherwise he would not have been recruited by Wei to fight.

And with such a lowly status, the Emperor of Han actually knew his name?

This is simply amazing.

Huo Yi saw what the bald-haired Shouguan was thinking, and said with a sneer: "Your Majesty is the reincarnation of a god. There is nothing in the world that your Majesty doesn't know. What's so magical about knowing your name?"

Of course, the bald Shoutian was only briefly mentioned in the annals of foreign tribes. The real big story was recorded in the records of his uncle Tuoba Liwei, the Shenyuan Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Tuoba Liwei was the leader of Xianbeisuo from the late Han Dynasty to the early Jin Dynasty. The ancestor of the Northern Wei Dynasty emperor, the son of the posthumous Shengwu Emperor Tuoba Jiefen, the younger brother of Bald Pigu, the ancestor of the Southern Liang regime, a fierce man who lived for 104 years.

It was just incidental that he was bald and Shoutian was bald.

of course.

The shock and pride in Bald Shouguan's heart when his name was known to the dignitary were beyond words.

At the very least, the emperor of Han knew that he was bald, but the emperor of Wei did not. This was the difference.

"I don't know why the Prime Minister let me live. What do you mean?"

"I want you to return to Huayin City." Zhuge Liang went straight to the point without hiding anything.

"Colonel Hu Xianbei Qianzhao is a cautious and alert person. Even if I return to Huayin, I will be monitored. I will have no chance to lead troops in battle. It is useless for me to return to Huayin."

Zhuge Liang smiled softly and said: "That's why we have to use some bitter tricks. You have to bear it."

A bitter plot?
The bald Shouchan had a bitter look on his face, but he said: "If it can help the Han Dynasty achieve success, what will happen if the little chieftain has to endure this cruel trick?"

"Okay!" Bald Shoutian responded immediately.

"He pulled the bald Shoucheng out of the tent, beat him up with fifty big boards, and sent an envoy to tell Qianzhao in the city, asking him to use two hundred carts of grain and grass in exchange for the bald Shouguan, or else his head would be sent to Huayin! "

Hearing this, the bald Shouchan's face turned pale.

If Qianzhao is really cruel, he won't exchange food and grass for him.

Could it be that he was about to be killed by the Han army?
Call ~
He took a deep breath, rolled his eyes quickly, and immediately found a way to break the situation.

People in the grassland have the habit of recognizing adopted sons. If I become Zhuge Liang's adopted son, wouldn't my life be protected?
He immediately knelt down and said: "The little chief will definitely help the prime minister with all his strength in this plan, but the little chief also has an immature idea in his heart, and I ask the prime minister to agree."

Zhuge Liang nodded and waved his hand, indicating for him to continue speaking.

The bald Shouchan immediately knelt down and said loudly: "The bald Shouchan has been wandering for half his life. He only regrets that he has never met his master. If the Lord does not abandon him, Shoucheng is willing to worship the prime minister as his adoptive father to serve as a dog and horse!" (this chapter) over)