Qiang Qin

Updated: 2010-05-22

ps: The second update today, I am very grateful to ask for some red tickets and collections pitifully~~

The summer in the grassland is cooler than in the upper county.Although there is no tree shelter here, but because the place is open, it is not as hot as in Shangjun City.But now Haril ran as if he had just been fished out of the water. Behind him were a few of his cronies, but their horses had already collapsed a few miles away.

It never occurred to him that his decision to advance to the center of the grassland was a decision to completely destroy his tribe. Now not only the population of the tribe has become other people's slaves, the cattle and sheep have become other people's livestock, and even his own life may be at risk. I can't keep it.As he ran forward, he turned his head to see if anyone was catching up behind him.

It’s been three days, and five horses ran to death in these three days, and the number of guards changed from 50 to three now. What made him even more uncomfortable was that he only ate some dried meat while running, and he didn’t have any Chance to stop and take a break.At this time, a small river appeared in front of his eyes, and Harile quickly ran up and took a handful of water and poured it on his face, letting the cold water flow down his face to relieve the pain on his body. extremely hot.Then he picked up a large handful of water and poured it into his own mouth. He hadn't had a sip of water for a day and a half.Several other guards also ran up, buried their heads in the water, and drank heartily.

Just when Haril took a deep breath and was about to run away again, he heard the sound of a bowstring, and then heard the sound of ah, a guard had already fallen into the water with an arrow in his neck, and the clear river water suddenly fell into the water. It was dyed bright red.Then he heard the dense sound of bowstrings again. He felt that something had suddenly entered his body. He looked down and found that his body was full of feather arrows. He opened his mouth to say something, but he could no longer make a sound. .Then he fell down, the only thing fixed in his eyes was the hot sun.

Dozens of people with bows and arrows came out from the other side of the river, with nothing on their upper body and only some animal skins around their lower body.After they looked at Harile's body for a while, one of them said: "It should be him. Our military adviser really has a good plan. He told us to lie in ambush where there is a water source and we can definitely kill him. Hahahaha!"

Another person also echoed: "Yes, we will cut off their heads so that we can report to the master." After speaking, he drew out the scimitar from his waist and cut off the heads of Haril and others with a few strokes. down.They whistled to each other, got on their horses and headed west, leaving only four dead bodies on the ground, half submerged and half floating in the river. . . . . .

The soldiers carried the heads of Haril and the other four and ran into a stretch of tents. Most of them were young and strong Hun soldiers. Only a few slaves were guarding their cattle and sheep. In the largest tent in the middle At this time, there were bursts of cheers.

Several people walked towards the big tent quickly, and as soon as they entered, they saw two strong warriors wrestling with each other. Their hands were entangled, and their four feet were also entangled. It was obviously at the last moment.Watching this wrestling here are two people, one looks young, but is very burly, and his eyes are always slightly closed.They were not naked due to the hot weather like many Huns, but wore a linen garment.The other person would have recognized Haril if he was still alive, and would even rush up and chop him with a knife, because he was Ji Du who encouraged Haril to send troops to attack Shanggu.In front of the two of them was a small table carved with patterns, which was rare in the Huns. On the small table was an even more enviable copper basin, which contained mutton.

The young man was picking up a piece of meat from the basin, tearing it in half with his hand, and handing half of it to Ji Du.Ji Du frowned slightly, he really couldn't bear to eat like this, but he still took the mutton with a smile and put it in his mouth to chew.

Seeing those people coming in, the young man asked, "How about it, have those escaped guys been killed?"

"Yes." One of them strode to the side and sat down, "We waited by the Gena River, and they did come, so we shot him dead. This is their head." The head was thrown on the ground.

Suddenly taking out such a bloody and unappetizing thing while eating really made Ji Du overwhelmed, but the young man didn't feel it at all. He looked at the head carefully and said: "It should be him. You did a good job. Among the people he brought, you can choose three women you want to be your slaves." Several people were overjoyed when they heard this, and sat there to express their gratitude.

Then they continued to watch the wrestling of the two fighters.But Ji Du was not interested in this purely physical trick. He took a sip of kumiss, smacked it for a long time to get rid of the sour smell before swallowing it, and said, "Prince Maodun, now you have obtained so much Slaves and wealth, don't you plan to talk to your father Touman?"

"Tell him?" Mao Dun said bitterly, "Then he will order me to give half of those things to my so-called brother, how can my warriors exchange their blood and lives for that waste? "Speaking angrily, he took a big sip of kumiss.

Looking at his angry look, Ji Du was very proud of his provocation.Now he is a strategist of Maodun who advises, and he will help Maodun become the king of the Huns——Shan Yu. Only in this way can he use the power of the Huns to attack Qin and avenge the victims of his Yan Kingdom.

Mao Dun seemed very unhappy after hearing one of his questions, and suddenly shouted: "Get out, I'm going to rest!"

The people next to him heard his angry shout and didn't know who offended him, so they stood up and walked out. The tent quickly became quiet, only Mao Dun and Ji Du were left.

"Why is the prince so angry? You should be happy to get Naharil's head today." Ji Du asked knowingly.

"Hmph, I get angry when I think of my useless, good-for-nothing brother." Mao Dun took another gulp of his wine and said angrily.

Ji Du narrowed his eyes: "Isn't it good that he is a waste? In this way, when the prince becomes the big chanyu, no one will compete with you for the position of the big chanyu."

"Do you think he can take the position of Grand Chanyu without robbing me?" Mo Dun asked.

"What do you mean by that?" Since he pretended not to understand, Ji Du decided to pretend to the end.

"Have you forgotten how you and I met?"

"Of course I remember. That was when I wanted to go to Yuezhi..." Ji Du recalled.

Ji Du left Haril's tribe more than a year ago and rushed to the depths of the grassland to find another powerful supporter to help him.After the failure of Shanggu last time, he knew that a small tribe like Tie Dabu was not capable of dealing with Qin Chao, so he wanted to find the real hero on the grassland.But when he found the Shanyu of the Huns——Touman Shanyu, the old man was already scared by the Qin army led by Meng Tian, ​​and he didn't dare to go to the border of the Central Plains. Find a tribe called Yuezhi, hoping to get their help.

Unexpectedly, after arriving at the Yuezhi, he unexpectedly discovered that the Huns were attacking the Yuezhi. In that battle, he also kindly rescued a young man who was besieged by dozens of Yuezhi but was still frightened.Originally, his intention to save this man was to find a capable bodyguard for himself, but later he found out that this man was actually Mao Dun, the heir of the Xiongnu Shanyu.So he changed his mind and became Mao Dun's confidant instead.He believed that as long as Modu became the Great Shanyu, he would definitely bring the Huns' cavalry to deal a fatal blow to Qin.

"You only know that I was besieged in Yuezhi, but you don't know why I was besieged." Mo Dun took another sip of his wine while talking.

"I really don't know about it. If you want to be a prince, you should be protected by someone." Ji Du asked following his words.

"It's just because I'm a hostage in the Yuezhi!" Modu continued with a swearing, "Touman just wants my life, and wants the Yuezhi people to get angry and kill me, so that I can be justified. His good-for-nothing younger brother has succeeded him as Shan Yu."

"Ah? So that's the case." Ji Du acted as surprised. In fact, he had already learned the whole story from some people. Remember the love between father and son."

"He only knows how to pamper that woman, so he asked her son to be Shan Yu. Since I blocked that trash's way, Touman would naturally think of getting rid of me in order to please that woman." After saying this bitterly, Mao Dun drank all the wine and already felt a little dizzy.

"Then the prince will leave it like this?" Ji Du provocatively asked.

"Touman was very happy to see me back, and handed over his [-] elite soldiers to me to lead. It seems that he still wants me to be Shan Yu, but he just wants that trash to live better. I It's just that I don't like that trash, and I think that Shan Yu's position is still mine, so I don't think about the past." Mao Dun got a little tongue-tied.

Ji Du looked at Mao Dun and said, "Isn't the prince sure there will be no next time? Wouldn't that woman encourage Shan Yu to do something unfavorable to you so that his son can take over?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Mao Dun's head was a little unclear. After scratching his head, he figured out the meaning of the words, "You mean they want to kill me?"

"Yes, we people in the Central Plains like to say that it is called cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots. Since they have done the first step, there will naturally be a second step and a third step."

"Then what should I do?" Mo Dun asked with narrowed eyes.

"It's better to strike first!" Ji Du blurted out.

"First, next, hand, for, strong!" The five words seemed to come out of Mao Dun's mouth, as if he had thought of something.