Martial Arts Super Slave Master

Zhong Ping has made no secret of his ecstasy, and obviously he thinks Fazheng is a fool.

"But we are retreating and you are attacking. How can we do this? You at least stop attacking, so that we can retreat with peace of mind." Fazheng was still in a casual tone.

Zhong Ping could not refute for a while. Pushing all the good chips on one's own side will indeed lead to this paradoxical situation. For example, he was unwilling to stop the attack and told others to retreat. "This..." Zhong Ping hesitated, staring at Fa Zheng greedily, thinking incessantly.

"Anyway, you can attack again at any time." Fa Zheng said.

Zhong Ping thinks it makes perfect sense... The army is in his own hands, he can fight as he wants, why not? "Okay." He agreed. "Someone! Order Zhong Ting to stop attacking Shuofang City."

"Next, let's discuss who you send to monitor." Fazheng made a suggestion without wasting any time, leading Zhongping's thinking to him. Zhong Ping was really confused. He still liked this topic very much, because the premise of this topic was that the Huns sent people to monitor the retreating troops, so Zhong Ping felt comfortable when he mentioned this issue. "Okay. How about I send my general? Eru!" The sergeant called immediately, and soon a fierce-looking general walked in.

"How is the situation outside?" Zhong Ping asked.

"Safety," Erru said simply. "There is no abnormality in Jiuyuan County, and the Han Chinese defenders have not increased. There is no major news from the left department."

"Very good." Zhong Ping was very satisfied. "We are talking with the Han people. The main force of the Han people is going to retreat from Shuofang. How about you go to monitor?"

However, before Erlu could answer, Fazheng repeatedly denied: "No, no, this general is too fierce, it will cause discomfort to the soldiers in the Central Plains, and it is not conducive to the normal progress of the retreat." Facing such a tricky reason, Zhong Ping's temper was unexpected. Well, probably he thought it was a sure thing to send someone to monitor. As for who to send, it didn't matter, he could make concessions.

"How about calling my number one advisor?" Zhong Ping said, "Quickly invite Mr. Jesso over." Fazheng thought that the so-called advisors of the Xiongnu were the same as priests. Hair is disheveled, very sloppy, wearing rough clothes, with all kinds of odd-shaped accessories, and very old. It came as a surprise to him. This man was dressed as a Xiongnu warrior, but he had removed the animal skins, armors, weapons, and the like, so he looked neat. What surprised Fazheng even more was that this person was very young, probably in his twenties.

"We are talking with the Han (baaa) ​​people. The main force of the Han people is going to retreat from Shuofang. How about going to monitor?" Zhong Ping said.

"The Han envoy is here?" Jesso didn't seem to have received the notice. "The main force of the Han people is retreating from Shuofang..." He said, staring at Fa Zheng, his eyes were calm and deep, and Fa Zheng shuddered. He can't see through this opponent...why is he so young and so calm.

"Da Chanyu, how can your number one counselor leave at will, or it is more appropriate to stay with you." Fa Zheng said hurriedly. He thinks it is not this person, it is more difficult to deal with. Nayesuo just looked at him and didn't raise any objection, as if everything followed the arrangement.

Fazheng spent a day and finally chose an old priest. The old man looked sluggish, and Fazheng suspected that he was used to pretending to be a ghost. On this day, the 150,000 cavalrymen in the Central Plains were led by Luo Chen personally, and Xu Da led them to the north quickly.

The next day, Fazheng proposed to accompany the old priest to Shuofang to monitor the withdrawal of the main forces in the Central Plains.

Zhongping hesitated again, Fazheng knew what he was thinking, but he was afraid of running away. "I'll leave this Mr. Yan Qing here." Fa Zheng said. When Yan Qing came, he also took off his shirt and changed into the attire of a scholar. This Yan Qing has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. She wears the attire of a counselor without any sense of disobedience. With a scarf on, she feels more elegant and elegant, and looks like a very advanced counselor.

"This person is my assistant, the councilor Yan Qing, and the general of the middle school." Fa Zheng said. "Because he has led soldiers before, he is the right-hand man of Prime Minister Luo Chen... This time he came to help me."

Zhong Ping listened to a lot of introductions and thought about it. This Yan Qing seems to have a high status, and Fazheng has no intention of arbitrarily controlling and commanding him. Shouldn't be a nobody or something.

"Yes." Zhong Ping agreed. "You go to my brother Zhongting first, then go to Shuofang City to monitor the main retreating troops. Yan Qing stays with me. But..." Zhong Ping showed a threatening look, "If you go back on your word and run away...or the main force of Shuofang. If you refuse to retreat, this Yan Qing will not want to live, we will immediately re-attack your border."

"Understood, don't worry." Fa replied without changing his color.

Fazheng and the others stayed overnight at Zhongping, and left for Shuofang the next day. Zhong Ping was fairly kind and saw him off in person. He was a little uneasy, and kept sending scouts to check on Shuo Fang's situation.

"Right! Someone!" Zhong Ping shouted. The sergeant entered immediately. "Let's see if that Yan Qing is there, pay attention, don't let him run away! Send a few more people to monitor him and put him under house arrest." "Yes." The sergeant put his hand on his chest, bowed, and stepped back. . .

Chapter 69 The Prairie Wolf

Hu Hanye returned to court for a few months, stopped the soldiers and sent them back to their hometowns. He took his brother Hutu Wusi in the people and established him as the king of Zuoguli. In the winter, Du Longqi and Youxian Wang jointly set up a day to chase Wang Bo Xutang as Tu Qi Chanyu, and sent tens of thousands of troops to attack Huhanye Chanyu in the east. Huhanye Shanyu was defeated, and Tu Qi returned to Shanyu, with his eldest son Tuwuxi as the king of Zuoguli, and his youngest son Gu Guloulou as the king of Youguli, and he stayed in Shanqianting.

- "Han Shu Biography of the Huns"

"You said, we don't fight these good-looking yellow sheep, but we all rushed here and let them live? What a good meat." The young Huns complained to the old patrol chief, "Ow, ooh. Ouch" called out twice. The small group of astute yellow sheep hurriedly rushed to the depths of the grassland.

"Don't worry, don't worry," the old patrol chief laughed twice, "I don't need you to do it for a while, I will distribute yellow mutton for you to eat, but the sheepskin is less, and a lot of it has been torn apart."

"Who did it?" The patrolman was obviously very curious when he heard about it for the first time. The old patrol leader just smiled and shook his head: "It was never mentioned above, just get the meat." He then lowered his voice: "But the old hunter can tell at a glance that it was bitten by a wolf. shot by an arrow."

Wolf? arrow? The sun was gradually sinking in the west, and the sun was shining softly on the grassland, giving off a golden light. But it only got dark for a moment, as if the sun had suddenly disappeared. There seemed to be a low howl of beasts in the distance. The young patrolman shuddered.

The old patrolman graciously threw his blanket over him. "Patrol chief, let's build a fire." The soldier suggested.

"No." This time the patrol chief replied simply. "The sentinels of the grasslands should be as silent as wolves lurking in the middle of the night."

Thinking of what the patrol chief said in the afternoon, the young soldier couldn't help but wonder, and asked in a low voice, "Why did the yellow sheep get bitten to death by a wolf, and still get into the hands of the Huns on the grassland?"

"Have you heard of the Prairie Wolf Legion?" the old patrol chief asked.

The young soldier screamed in surprise: "Prairie Wolf Legion, the patron saint of the grassland! The elders said that when the grassland encounters a disaster of foreign invasion, the grassland wolf Legion will protect us grassland people. But no one has ever seen them. I'm afraid not A legend?"

The old patrol leader shook his head suspiciously: "I don't know either. But it is said that in the vast grasslands and the depths of the desert, there are wolves in groups. This yellow sheep is the gift they gave to the grassland people. And... ..." His voice was almost inaudible: "I have seen a big wolf carrying a steppe cavalry and disappearing into the sky like a fly."

The young patrolmen are a little nervous. Is there really a prairie wolf cavalry regiment? There was not a single star in the dark sky. There seems to be a long and lonely horn sound from the depths of the grassland.

Suddenly, the patrol chief stood up tactfully, and instantly drew his machete. The young patrolling soldier was startled and hurriedly picked up his bow and arrow. However, there seemed to be no movement around. He listened carefully, in addition to the sound of his heart pounding, there seemed to be a rustling voice getting closer and closer. Is it some beast? The most powerful beast on this grassland is undoubtedly the coyote. The grassland is barren and there are no large beasts. Only this wolf has a strong ability to survive and is in a higher position in the grassland food chain.

"The warriors of the grasslands, the Hun God bless us." Suddenly someone spoke in the dark place. Not to mention a young patrolman, even the patrol chief trembled. The young patrolman almost called out, and the arrow in his hand was about to be released in an instant, but the old patrolman grabbed it in time.

"The Hun God protects the grassland." The patrol chief said in a low voice. The young soldier reacted, this was the code given to him by the patrol chief. The people who came were cavalrymen on the grassland, their own people.

In the darkness, the two groups of shadows slowly approached, and it was not until very close that the young patrolmen could see what was happening. Two tall horses, their hooves have been wrapped in thick sheepskin. On the horse should be a young cavalry officer.

"The patrol chief... I finally saw you again. It's been a long time. Where have you been?" The cavalry officer seemed to know the old patrol chief.

"I went hunting with the young people," said the patrol chief, a little excited. "The hunting season is the happiest time for young people in the grasslands. Do you still remember me?"

"Yeah." The young officer seemed to smile slightly. "Do you know me? Know my name? Old Patrol Chief."

"Of course I know." The patrol chief showed an honored look. "You are the smartest and bravest young man in the grassland. You are General Jesso, the right-hand man of General Zhongping!"

The General Jesso smiled and nodded. Holding the reins, he was about to leave. Before leaving, he turned around and said with a half-smile, "Old Patrol Chief, it's not General Zhongping, it's Zhongping Shanyu, understand? We have to obey the instructions of the Xiongnu God."

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The old patrol chief's face suddenly darkened. He quickly lowered his head, put his hand on his chest, and bowed calmly: "Our right part of the Xiongnu only knows about Zhongping, and we don't know about other people."

The young cavalry officer nodded with satisfaction: "Shaha, I always ask you to go out to be a general, why do you keep guarding your patrol officer? When you become a general, you don't have to endure the cold wind here. and the beast."

"I have feelings for this grassland." The old patrol chief kept his head down and his hands on his chest until the young officer was far away before he raised his head. For the first time, the young patrol soldier knew that his patrol chief was named Shaha, and he also knew for the first time that his patrol chief could be a general at any time.

In the depths of the grassland, Fang showed a faint fire. Jesso's horse finally galloped wildly. He suddenly roared with a "wooooo", and the voice was deep and distant, and it spread all the way into the distance. In the dark, the voices of Susuo Suo are getting closer and closer, and the more they gather. Finally I saw clearly, the dark gray giant wolf rushed in front, and followed the wolves densely behind! In the middle of the pack of wolves sat a Xiongnu knight. Their dark clothes seemed to blend in with the night.

"Today's evening training ended early." Jesso said simply, as if he had no emotion. "We officers of the Prairie Wolf Legion, I want to tell you about the situation. The officer will tell the knights tomorrow morning. Now the knights go to rest, and the officer goes to the big tent."

People must be amazed at Jesso's suave yet deep and unpredictable face, as well as his deep eyes. What's even more amazing is that he was raised by slaves, but no one knows his specific birth situation, he was picked up by Zhongping. But very few people know about it, and no one wants to mention it. People were surprised that the aristocratic temperament was born out of slaves. Even Zhongping felt that he was elusive, but he was indeed impeccably loyal and willing to carry out every order of Zhongping.

Zhongping is his savior. How many tribes were devastated by the brutal unification war that year! Zhong Ping saw him during the march. This little guy had a cold illness and was abandoned by the roadside. Perhaps Zhongping's human light suddenly appeared, and he invited a slave woman to raise him and named him Jesso, which means wandering. Although this child was seriously ill, he miraculously survived, he couldn't help but survive, and he showed aristocratic temperament everywhere. .

Chapter 70 Jesso

For most of Jesso's life, his existence has apparently been ignored. Although he was amazingly appointed as Zhongping's number one counselor two years ago. With Zhongping becoming a big chanyu, Jesso has obviously become an important political superstar on the grasslands.

For the first twenty years of his life, he was an extremely lonely being. He fell ill every once in a while, couldn't ride a horse and shoot arrows like other prairie boys, and he was a slave. People were surprised to find that the child would sometimes follow his adoptive mother, a female slave, reciting poems that he could not understand and singing songs that he could not understand. Anyone with knowledge of the grasslands knows that it is Chinese. This is a very desolate song, and the Huns will cry when they hear it. Although they can't understand the lyrics, the desolate tone seems to be telling something, and it spreads to the depths of the grassland for a long time.

When he was good, he sometimes rode a horse, and eventually learned to dance the sword and archery "607", hoping to become a cavalry in the grasslands. If he could be enlisted in the cavalry of the steppe, then he could be freed from slavery, along with his adoptive mother. But most of the time he went to the wasteland. He has no friends, the animals of the wasteland are his friends. ,