Chapter Ninety-Three: The Legend of Undefeated - Murder

Naturally, Tie Xinyuan would not have to pay Sakya for three days of suffering in the dark cave.

So, like a mole, he scurried around in the criss-crossing holes, which led to the hotel.

On the second floor of the hotel there is a small mezzanine, which is very comfortably furnished, and there is even a very nice bottle of grape wine.

The best part is that there are many raised copper cups in this room, and if you put your ear to the copper cup, you can hear the sound of the corresponding room, and it is very clear.

Zema was furious in the room, whipping a maid on her body, and Tie Xinyuan could hear the maid's moans of pain.

Ever since the last time the wounded maid pushed her off the white camel's back while she was running for her life, this woman had been the same to all the maids, and that was the never-ending abuse.

Asalan was in his room confusing with Basil about how to kill a man named Dilifa without anyone noticing.

And the general named Di Lifa is discussing with his Ye Hu how to preserve his strength as much as possible, so that Asalan and his subordinates can fight to the death, they just want to capture more locals in Hami to serve as cannon fodder in the war.

The people of the Western Regions are very alert, just like the yellow sheep running on the Gobi, as long as they find signs of danger, these people will disappear between the plains and valleys like the mole like Tie Xinyuan.

The people of Di Lifa can only find the wandering warriors and careerists who have come to Hami to prepare for a fortune, and they are the most unstable factors in this land.

Asalan was going to talk to Di Lifa again, and according to him, it was a reward for Di Lifa's life of defending the Uighurs.

Basimi was very opposed to this foolish idea, but Asalan insisted on going his own way.

Tie Xinyuan shook his head and drank a glass of wine in the secret room, he was mourning for Asalan's stupidity.

Di Lifa is not an unarmed strategist who can persuade you again and again, but a general with 30,000 heavy troops.

There is likely to be only one chance to take out Di Lifa, and once Di Lifa knows or feels that he is in danger of losing his head, God knows if he will take his 30,000 men to counterattack Asalan.

Asalan may be a personality problem, if he reverses things, the people around him can give him more opportunities, and people like Di Lifa are sure that they can't be subdued, and it's right to kill them as soon as possible.

He let out a long sigh and said no more to Asalam, and left the room and went to his own room.

This room was next door to Tie Xinyuan, and through a small hole, all of Ba Ximi's actions fell into Tie Xinyuan's eyes.

The somewhat decadent Ba Simi suddenly got up and took out a small delicate silver bottle from his luggage. Holding it in his hand for a long time, he put the silver bottle into his arms, and whispered with a hideous face: "If the king doesn't do it, I will do it!" ”

After speaking, he poured a little white powder out of the bottle, carefully examined it, carefully put the powder back into the bottle, and then pushed the door open and walked out.

That silver bottle contains poison!

There is also one of that poison bottle in Tie Xinyuan's arms, and when Xu Dongsheng sent Tie Xinyuan's machine medicine, it was in a small porcelain bottle.

The timid Tie Xinyuan was very worried about carrying this thing in his arms, what would happen if the bottle broke, so he replaced it with such a delicate silver bottle.

In the past, Tie Xinyuan always thought about what those so-called strange poisons of the Western Regions in ancient times were, but now that they saw it, they were very unskilled and still used arsenic, a poison with a long history.

Tie Xinyuan took out seven or eight bottles from his arms in one go, and stroked them one by one drunkly, all of which were real treasures.

The largest bottle contained mushroom powder, the smallest one contained the medicine that pulled the machine, and as for the venom of various poisonous snakes, he also collected a lot.

The most ferocious of these was the cobra venom, which had been exchanged from a camel rider, and the cobra had made such a small bottle of venom in two days, which, according to the cautious camel man, had nothing to boast about except that it was violent.

There was a commotion downstairs, and Asalam's voice rang out, mixed with the voice of Basimi's compassion.

The tepid voice should be Di Lifa's, and the other gong-like voice should belong to Di Lifa's subordinate Ye Hu.

Tie Xinyuan carefully removed the thick carpet on the ground, and a small hole appeared in front of him, this small hole was on the base of the lamp that could be raised and lowered, and the light of the lamp candle was enough to make everyone ignore this small hole.

In order to set up this small hole, the women of the Khotanese remnants who were good at spying and assassination did not work hard.

Asalan chattered with Di Lifa about his youth, looking very embarrassed.

Ba Ximi diligently persuaded Di Lifa and Ye Hu to eat vegetables.

Di Lifa has not drunk a drop of wine since he entered the door, and he has not eaten a single dish, even if it is a fatty roast mutton, he has not moved a bite.

Asalan seemed to be emotional, and Tie Xinyuan saw that this guy had secretly wiped his tears twice.

He and Di Lifa used to seem very close, and Tie Xinyuan believed that when Asalan was a teenager, this Di Lifa who had taught Asalan swordsmanship also had feelings for him.

"Uncle Di Lifa, the Khitans are coming, and we must work together to defeat the Khitans and spread the name of my Uighur warriors throughout this steppe and the Gobi again.

This campaign was both a danger and an opportunity for us Uighurs.

The Khitans have been defeated in Montenegro, and the reason why they crossed the desert to attack our Uighurs was for the dignity of their golden wolf king, not for the purpose of attacking cities and plundering land.

This kind of thing can only be one and the same, as long as we defeat the Khitans, the Khitan nobles in the far east will help us do the rest of the things.

Such an opportunity is hard to come by, please Uncle Di Lifa help me. ”

In the face of Asalam's bitter pleading.

Di Lifa, who was as immobile as a mountain, sighed and said: "The gap is too big, the old man has calculated countless times, but he has not found any way to defeat the Khitans.

Asalan, it's not that Uncle Di Lifa doesn't do his best to help you, it's because I don't dare to help you with all my might.

If these 30,000 elite king's tents are lost, your father's Khan's royal tent will no longer have absolute dominion over the Uighurs.

At that time, countless city-states would declare their independence from our Uighurs, and eventually our Uighurs would be torn apart.

Even if we defeat the Khitans, we will lose all the strength in our hands, and we will no longer have the strength to suppress the unruly opposition of the Uighurs.

Asalan, this battle will not do my Uighur country any good, if there is a different person, I will not hesitate to cut off his head and ask the Khitan lord for his guilt.

You only see temporary benefits, not long-term troubles, do you know that as long as we win the Khitan this time, then we must win the Khitan twice, three, four, or even ten times.

Even the biggest thing that the Khitan nobles can do is to change the Khitan emperor as you said.

Tell me, Asalam, where do you guess where he will be the first to proclaim majesty once the new emperor is established?

It's only my Uighurs!

The Khitan land is not less than 10,000 miles away, and there are no less than 2 million soldiers with armor, and they will not damage their muscles and bones if they fail once, and we will have the worry of destroying the country as long as we fail once.

In fact, I did not come to Hami to help you fight, but to show our greatest sincerity to the Khitans without harming your life......"

After listening to Di Lifa's words with red eyes, Asalan sat in his chair and closed his eyes without saying a word, Di Lifa said nothing good, and this battle did not benefit the Uighurs at all.

Sometimes defeating a behemoth is not necessarily a good thing, as long as you can't kill this behemoth, there will be countless troubles waiting for you in the future.

Di Lifa took out a small wine bag from behind his waist, poured two glasses of wine into the wine glass, and prepared to hand it to Asalan and him for a good drink, even if it was to summarize the heartfelt words just now.

Ba Simi smiled and stood up and poured a glass of wine for Di Lifa with a silver kettle, another glass for himself, then another glass for Ye Hu, and finally a glass of wine for Asalan.

He raised his wine glass and said with a smile: "General Di Lifa, what you said just now really benefited me a lot, please allow me to admire your Ba Ximi and give you a glass of wine." ”

Tie Xinyuan sighed secretly when he saw Ba Ximi doing this, since Di Lifa was an old and sophisticated general, there was no way to succeed in such a superficial poisoning technique.

Sure enough, Di Li looked at Ba Ximi coldly, and immediately had a plan when he saw Asalan's lost soul.

Reaching out and holding Ba Simi's hand, he pressed his hand on the table, and a sharp meat cleaver pierced Ba Simi's palm with a thud.

Ba Ximi is also a man, his palm was pierced by a knife, he still gritted his teeth and insisted, and looked at Di Lifa with the same viciousness and said: "You came to Hami with a large army, not to fight, but to control Asalan, right?"

You're ready to tie up Asalan and give it to the Khitans, aren't you? ”

Di Lifa silently took the wine jug that Ba Ximi had just used and pinched it casually, and the silver jug was pinched flat, and a bunch of machine brackets fell from the mouth of the silver kettle.

"This kind of pot is called stealing the dragon and turning the phoenix pot, a pot of wine contains two kinds of wine, the handle of the pot is bracketed, if you want people to drink good wine, you don't have the motive bracket, if you want people to drink poisonous wine, turn the bracket ......"

Ye Hu, who was sitting next to Di Lifa, changed his face greatly, picked up the glass of wine in front of him and poured it into the mouth of the guy who was shrunk in the corner and shivering.

Asalan closed his eyes and immersed himself in a panicked thought, seemingly unresponsive to what was happening in front of him, and Dilifa pinched his neck and stood by the fellow's side to see how the poison hair reacted.

Tie Xinyuan sighed again, mixed the medicine into the eye snake venom, and took out a piece of silk thread from his arms, the head of the silk thread had a small plumb sinker, and soon after hanging down from the small hole that had been selected a long time ago, a slip of crystal colorless liquid slid down the silk thread...... (To be continued.) )