Daqin: Consolidate the destiny of the country and help the ancestors live forever!

Meng Tian nodded and signaled Han Xin to call some Huns over.

Just call a few Hun cavalry to come over, as long as someone calls, it can be proved.

Han Xin took the order and left quickly.

After a while, he brought a few Huns back.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

"Your Highness, this is excessive blood loss."

"If you don't give treatment, you will be in danger."

Several Huns just came here.

He squatted down directly, looking at the reckless with worry.

Although Meng Tian and the others couldn't understand the chatter of the Huns.

But they could understand the pronunciation of His Highness's two words clearly.

These Huns called His Highness.

In other words, this person is undoubtedly the son of Touman Chanyu.

"Come on, quickly bandage him!"

"We can't let him die for now."

Meng Tian shouted.

Immediately, a doctor ran up.

After understanding the situation, he squatted down and bandaged the wound rashly.

And those Huns were also taken away by others.

"This is the right bet..."

He whispered rashly and quietly accepted the bandaging treatment.

"Take care of him, I will report to His Highness."

Meng Tian whispered something in Han Xin's ear.

Turn around and leave here.

Han Xin nodded, staring at the rash with a blazing gaze.

This is a big fish!

After the rash wound was bandaged.

The hideous look on his face gradually eased.

"You kid is lucky."

"It's still a character, otherwise you will bleed and die."

Han Xin muttered.

Luo Huan was terrified when he heard it.

He did not dare to translate these words.

If you know about it rashly, you will be so angry that you will be hurt internally.

Taking a rash look at Han Xin's expression, he knew that there was nothing good to say.

He also didn't want to know what the other party said.

I can't help but rejoice that sometimes not knowing a foreign language is also a kind of happiness.

Otherwise, you must be pissed off.

"Your Highness, we may have caught a big fish."

Meng Tian came to Ying Ziye's side and bowed to salute.

Ying Ziye had just assembled the three-piece horse suit.

Looking at Meng Tian with some doubts.

Even Meng Tian said he was a big fish, so the other party's status should be quite high.

"What kind of fish makes the general think it's a big fish?"

Ying Ziye was curious. Among this group of people, the most eye-catching one was the stick man.

Does he have any special identity?

"Your Highness, that mallet man has an unusual status."

Meng Tian smiled all over his face, luckily he found out about this.

Otherwise, you will definitely miss some fun things.

"That mallet man is Touman Shanyu's favorite youngest son. He is called reckless, and his status is considered special."

"Your Highness may not know who Tou Mandanyu is, but this man is well-known in the Xiongnu tribe. He..."

Meng Tian thought that it was impossible for Ying Ziye to know too much about the Xiongnu.

Afraid that he didn't pay enough attention to it, I planned to explain it to him.

But before he could finish speaking, Ying Ziye interrupted him.

"You mean he's called Reckless, and he's Touman Shanyu's favorite youngest son?"

Ying Ziye suddenly turned around, looking at Meng Tian with a burning gaze.

This move stunned Meng Tian.

Does His Highness know about the Huns?

But how did His Highness know that he had never been to the north?

It's... unlikely to know, is it?

Even the First Emperor didn't know much.

But looking at His Highness's appearance, it seems that he really knows it.

"Yes, it's Touman's youngest son."

Meng Tian was a little puzzled, but answered honestly.

Ying Ziye was a little stunned, but still couldn't confirm.

"Then does he have an older brother named Modun?"

"Hey, how did you know, Your Highness?"

Meng Tian was completely surprised by this meeting.

No more than five fingers know about this matter in Daqin.

He sent a letter to Shi Huangdi, but Shi Huangdi never replied.

It is estimated that even the first emperor may not remember this.

After all, Touman Shanyu is not very famous now.

But how did His Highness know?

"Sure enough..."

Ying Ziye muttered to himself.

What a big fish.

Unexpectedly, among the more than 3 Huns cavalry.

The leader turned out to be Mao Dun's younger brother.

Mouton was a remarkable character.

Modu was the eldest son of Shanyu Touman, the first generation of Huns.

When he grew up, he was established as the prince of the Xiongnu and became the heir of the Xiongnu Shanyu.

However, because Touman Shanyu favored the Yan family (yān zhī) whom he married later, and loved the house and Wu, he gradually intended to abolish Maodun and set up another family and marry the son of the Yan family.

This deepened the conflict between father and son, and finally triggered the historical event of Ming Di killing his father.

Later, Mao Dun worked hard to govern, strictly governed the army, and fought for many years, becoming an outstanding leader of the Huns.

For the first time, the prairie was unified and a powerful country was established.

Now instead of meeting Mao Dun, he met his younger brother who was reckless.

Ying Ziye had a lot of thoughts, and quickly filtered through Mao Dun in his mind.

"I also found out about it by accident."

"Come on, let's see how he is doing."

Ying Ziye jumped on the bloody horse.

Meng Tian tactfully helped Ying Ziye lead the horse towards the bold position.

"Your Highness, you are here."

Han Xin saw Ying Ziye coming from a distance.

He hurried up to meet him.

"Well, what's going on?"

Ying Ziye glanced at the reckless person leaning on the stone.

Seeing that his face was as pale as paper, but the wound had already been bandaged.

The identity of the mallet man really exceeded his expectations.

"It's okay, I can't die."

"It is estimated that some training will be enough."

"However, one arm is missing. I don't know if it will affect the waistband of the trousers."

Han Xin said indifferently, and some pictures flashed in his mind.

He looked at the bloody BMW in a daze.

At first I thought it was a mistake.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this was his mount.

It's just that the harnesses of the Daqin people were installed.

Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

It is undeniable that the hard-blooded BMW has added some harnesses, and it has indeed become more powerful and extraordinary.

He almost didn't recognize it was his mount.

But his own mount was ridden by others.

The state of the whole person is not good.

This is the war horse specially rewarded to him by his father.

But now it was lost in his hands.

"You... tell him to give me back the horse!"

"I can exchange the rest with him!"

He spoke rashly and weakly, but his eyes were on Ying Ziye.

Luo Huan tactfully conveyed this to Ying Ziye.

Ying Ziye was indifferent, how could he return what was in his hand.

Besides, recklessness is now a prisoner, so how can there be bargaining chips?

Even he is not his own, let alone a war horse.