Daqin: You were asked to build the Great Wall and you destroyed the Huns?

Chapter 308 Big Lie

When the southern part of Great Qin is boiling.

Ying Xuan frowned.

Two wind chime guards led them to successfully find the wandering tribe where Ying Qi was imprisoned.

But the other party seemed to be on guard for a long time, and immediately wanted to escape the moment he saw the heavy rider.

However, he was still caught up by the heavy cavalry with enhanced skills.

One charge crushed them all to pieces.

Wait for everyone to open the dome.

But they found that there was only a young man playing with a copper stove.

The two leaders led by Er Niu thought they had made a mistake.

The young man's eyes were a little blank, looking at the group of silver armors in front of him.

Asked.

"Are you from Qin?"

The two wind chime guards stepped forward.

Looking at the young man, he asked eagerly.

"Yes! We are here to rescue you."

"Where's your father?"

The young man remained silent, just stood up and walked out of the dome house.

All the way to the rear of the camp.

There is a slightly raised grave mound made of gravel.

The young man stood expressionless in front of the tomb and spoke dullly.

"Father, you didn't lie!"

"They're really here."

The wind chime guard stepped forward with a regretful expression.

"Are we still late?"

"After all, I couldn't let him look at Xianyang again."

Ying Xuan also frowned.

It’s not just about feeling sorry for such a hero who passed away in a foreign land.

It’s because of the missed opportunity to understand the whole story.

Ying Xuan sighed and looked at the lonely young man.

He is on the Wind Chime Guard's information.

He was born to the Hu girl who was given to Ying Qi by Touman in his early years.

But he was put under house arrest since he was a child because he followed Ying Qi.

There is minimal contact with the outside world.

So he has a dull personality and rarely talks.

I just like to use copper stoves to burn all kinds of weird things.

Ying Xuan didn't say much.

Even if you don't get the information you want.

He still wanted to take this boy back.

Give him a life without worries about food and clothing.

Ying Xuan dismounted and bowed slightly to the grave to show respect.

But before I even raised my head, I suddenly heard the sound of "hula hula" scraping rocks.

Ying Xuan looked up in surprise.

But when he saw that the boy didn't agree with him, he lowered his head and dug his father's grave vigorously.

This scene stunned everyone.

Then reacted.

Is it possible that Ying Qi’s last words were to return to Xianyang even after death?

Everyone respects him more.

Erniu also stepped forward to help with a solemn expression.

With the efforts of several strong men.

The tomb was soon revealed.

Inside is a coffin made of simple branches.

Wait for everyone to open it bit by bit.

A slightly withered corpse was exposed.

Just when everyone was thinking about how to transport the body intact back to Xianyang, thousands of miles away.

The boy once again did something amazing.

He actually inserted one hand into the corpse's abdomen.

And he pulled open the slightly sticky skin and pulled out a purple-black intestine.

Everyone was stunned.

I don’t understand at all what this child is going to do?

Did Ying Qi vent all his anger and frustration on him during his lifetime?

What caused him to vent so violently?

At this moment, the young man turned around.

The white face reflects the clenched right hand.

He said coldly.

"let's go!"

At this moment, even Erniu felt some inexplicable palpitations.

Exhuming the body just to vent your anger?

You won’t be buried even after you leave?

It seems that the hatred is really overwhelming.

Erniu licked his lips, and the subconscious discomfort in his body forced him to start thinking.

Is it really a good thing to rush to get married and have children?

If only he had such a son.

"Hmm~"

Erniu shuddered just thinking about it.

Ying Xuan was a little shocked at this moment.

He was even thinking, should he really take such a person back?

But who would have expected to see Ying Xuan hesitate.

The young man didn't move at all above his nose, only the face below his nose began to move.

After pulling it several times, he put on an extremely stiff smile.

He also spit out a hey sound that was obviously a failed imitation.

It made everyone's hair stand on end.

Immediately afterwards, the young man walked up to Ying Xuan and raised his foul-smelling right hand blankly.

"for you!"

Ying Xuan was stunned.

He didn't know whether to take it or not.

The young man seemed to see Ying Xuan's dilemma.

He was stunned for a moment, then retracted his left hand, grabbed the sleeve and wiped it hard on his right hand a few times.

Only then did Ying Xuan see it.

The right hand was not filled with rotten flesh and blood.

It is an object with a layer of oily sheen.

Ying Xuan understood instantly.

He reached out his hand and took it without disdain.

This is a roll of yellowed sheepskin.

Opening it carefully, the text inside was the seal script practiced before the unification of the Qin Dynasty.

The sheepskin is small, not many words, but extremely concise.

However, Ying Xuan looked at it carefully for a long time before he understood the general meaning.

This is the suicide note left by Ying Qi.

It is also a record of one's own life.

The most important thing is his influence on the Huns.

After receiving the order from the First Emperor.

He was very worried about how to get the Xiongnu to take the initiative to attack the powerful Qin Dynasty, which dominated the world. He had no clue until one day.

I happened to hear that the tribe that had just moved from the north to the south was complaining.

In previous years, they moved northward to settle in the pastures.

Nowadays, there is less and less time to melt snow.

In some places, it has even become snowy all year round.

If this continues, they will lose several pastures.

You may even have to go south to compete with people from the Six Nations for space.

This news instantly opened up Ying Qi's thinking.

He decided to take a big gamble.

Betting on a big lie.

But in order to prevent loopholes caused by information he didn't know.

Plus there’s plenty of time.

He then set his sights on Tou Man's eldest son, Mao Dun, who was still very ignorant at the time.

It just so happened that he had just become Moton's teacher.

He sighed in front of Mao Dun intentionally or unintentionally.

Winters have gotten colder and colder in recent years.

Will it get colder in the future?

If this continues, will the north be completely frozen?

So how will these tribes, who rely on nomadism to survive, survive?

These small problems occasionally occur once or twice.

The young Moton didn't care.

But when it continues to echo in my ears for several years.

Even the knowledgeable teacher who admired Mao Dun was very worried.

As he grew older, Modu finally began to consider this matter.

It happened that it was Touman Shanyu who unified the various tribes and integrated the Xiongnu into one.

He also has more channels to learn about information from all over the north.

After learning that it was indeed as the teacher said, the northern land with abundant water and grass was getting colder and colder.

The teacher's worry about the future of the Hu people and Mao Dun came to mind from time to time.

Moreover, Ying Qi also pretended to accidentally lead Mao Dun into a flock of sheep frozen in place by a blizzard.

The countless ferocious ice sculptures displayed in front of Mao Dun were firmly etched in his mind.

At that moment, he truly realized the horror of natural disasters.

In this way, a man appeared who was worried that the ice age was coming and that the northern land would suffer terrible natural disasters sooner or later.

He was convinced of this matter.

Afterwards, Ying Qi explained the knowledge to him.

Mixed with a lot of the geography and climate of the southern part of Great Qin, it is a beautiful place that doesn’t even have winter.

The gathering of this information allowed Moton to think alone and be determined alone.

The Hu people must move south.

Otherwise, it will be like the sheep, frozen into the most beautiful and cruel ice sculpture.

I don’t know when we will see spring again, but it will only turn into a pile of rotten flesh.

Seeing this, Ying Xuan took a deep breath.

Ying Qi.

It took him more than ten years to perfectly complete the orders of the First Emperor.

Successfully created a Shanyu who was hostile to Da Qin.

This is incredible.

Ying Xuan did not expect that in this ancient pre-Qin period.

People in the land of China have already had such a terrible understanding and application of thoughts.

Ying Xuan even smiled bitterly.

Co-authored: All of this was created by the First Emperor himself!

But then, Ying Xuan suddenly froze in place.

He thought, if he is Mo Dun.

At this moment, all hopes should be placed on defeating Da Qin.

But he had already completely defeated the left side of the Huns.

Even his hometown, Longcheng, was killed once and for all.

If the news is sent to the Western Regions.

Doesn't Modu think that they have no way out?

Wouldn't this push him further into desperation?

If he were Mao Dun, he would definitely try his best to fight Da Qin to the death.

In order to find a way out!

Ying Xuan looked solemn.

He took a detour to the east, and all he did was to undermine the morale of Mao Dun's army.

The purpose was to prevent a scenario where the 600,000 cavalrymen would fight to the death against the 600,000 Qin army.

The closer the strength is, the more severe the casualties will be.

Ruomaodun has the intention to fight to his death.

I'm afraid that even if Da Qin wins, it will only be a miserable victory.

This is definitely not what Ying Xuan wants.

Ying Xuan breathed out and wrapped the sheepskin

Look at the boy again.

"Is this what your father taught you?"

The boy made an ugly smile again.

"He said that only by hiding it in his belly can others not find it."

Ying Xuan looked in reverence and bowed to Ying Qi's body again.

Even until his death, this man never gave up on Da Qin.

Then he turned around and looked at the young man.

"Follow me. If you don't want to laugh, you don't have to laugh."

The young man immediately dropped his stiff smile.

He said with a dull but serious face.

"really?"

Ying Xuan nodded.

"No one will force you."

The boy finally raised the corners of his mouth this time, as if he was extremely unskilled.

But the whole face finally coordinated to make a slightly excited expression.

Ying Xuan got on his horse.

"Collect Ying Qi's body and send it to Langjuxu Mountain."

"Have someone bring it back to Xianyang!"

Then he spoke to the remaining barbarians alive.

"Tell King Zuo Guli to take Zuobu to the Western Regions with us."

"If it's too late."

"Let Mao Dun collect the bodies for his family!"

Then he shouted to the soldiers behind him.

"The war in the Western Region is inevitable."

"If the barbarians die and the net is broken, our country, Great Qin, will also suffer heavy losses."

"I don't know how many soldiers will die by then, and how many families will lose their husbands and sons!"

"Soldiers!"

"We have been fighting endlessly for an ending like this!"

Ying Xuan turned his horse's head and looked toward the Western Region in the distance.

"Please follow me and conquer the Western Region!"

"To scare the barbarians."

After the words fell, Ying Xuan took the lead and rushed towards the north of Henan with his heavy cavalry.

(End of this chapter)