At the end of March, the grassland is already full of greenery. Along the way, Ashina Sheer was always silent, but with what he saw and heard on the journey, his eyes gradually no longer only hatred, but calmed down, and he often looked at the clouds in the sky in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

At night, the soldiers lit bonfires, looking at the jumping flames, Ashina Sheer, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "You say that we are barbarians, but in our place, if we don't fight, don't rob other people's horses and sheep, women, we can't live at all." He lowered his head and was silent for a long time before he added, "You occupy the most fertile pastures, lakes, and meadows in the prairie, but there are only a few people there, why are we not allowed to graze?" ”

Listening to the low question, Li Ang's eyes became sharp, and he looked at the Turkic prince beside him and said coldly, "What does your life and death have to do with Great Qin?" ”

The cold words made Ashina Sheer jump up, and in the face of the young officer's knife-like gaze, he shouted, "You Han people are people, aren't we Turkic people?" ”

"The nobles ate and drank wine, wore silk clothes, and had many wives and slaves, but the herdsmen and slaves did not even have enough to eat." Glancing at the angry Turkic prince, Li Ang said coldly, "It's you nobles who don't treat the Turks as people, not Great Qin. ”

Ashina Sheer rushed at the young officer with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, although he knew in his heart that he was right, even though his father abandoned him, he still couldn't bow his head so easily and admit it.

Looking at the rushing Ashina Sheer, Li Angwei turned to one side, then flashed away, stretched out his foot and stumbled, and threw him to the ground, before he could get up, he had already grabbed his collar and pushed him to the ground, his black pupils seemed to be filled with a terrifying cold, "Speaking of which, it's just that you nobles are reluctant to give up their power, wealth, and wealth, if you surrender to Great Qin, the Turks will not starve to death again." After speaking, Li Ang fiercely let go of Tuashina Sheer and stepped aside.

Ashina Sheer's chest rose and fell violently, his eyes were blank, did he surrender to Great Qin? He kept struggling in his heart, but when he thought that all the Turks could live a prosperous and peaceful life like the tribes he saw under the protection of Great Qin along the way, he suddenly felt how ridiculous the so-called Khan position and the Great Turkic Empire were, and that his father and the nobles of the royal court were just a group of careerists who lived for selfish desires.

In the camp of a merchant group a few miles away from Li Ang and the others, Ashina Yunlie sat cross-legged, beside Bai Nu and Hou Chong.

"My lord, we only have three days left in the clouds, why don't we do it yet?" The white slave spread out the map on the ground, frowned and asked, "I entered the city, but there is no chance?" ”

"Sang Ruo, how are they doing over there?" Ashina Yunlie glanced at the map and asked lightly.

"News of the arrival." Hou Chong on the side took out a scroll of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Ashina Yunlie, "Five days ago, three hundred ghost wolves attacked the convoy at night, and the whole army was wiped out. ”

"My lord, I think this news should have reached them." Hou Chong looked in the direction of Li Ang, "Presumably they will let their guard down, and if they don't make a move, they really won't have a chance." ”

"Bear with us a little longer, and we'll do it after we're in the clouds." After reading the paper roll, Ashina Yunlie threw it directly into the fire.

"My lord, Yunzhong is an important town in the state of Qin, we are only a hundred people, and we will do it in the city, right..."

"Even you think that there is no chance of winning in the city, so what do you think those generals of Great Qin will think?" Looking at the two frowning subordinates, Ashina Yunlie laughed.

Bai Nu and Hou Chong's eyes lit up, if they were the generals of the Qin State, they would never have thought that someone would be stupid enough to do something in the lively city and kill themselves.

"My lord, you must not take risks lightly, leave the matter in the clouds to me!" Bai Nu looked at Ashina Yunlie, his eyes burning with blazing light.

Ashina Yunlie looked at the white slave, and after a long time, he sighed deeply, "Okay, you go." ”

"Thank you, sir." The white slave stood up, and his tall figure blocked out the firelight. Hou Zhenchong looked at the face that was always majestic and resolute in the shadows, and sighed in his heart, is the myth of the Martial God finally coming to an end!

The white slave is gone, leaving only Ashina Yunlie and Hou Chong. Glancing at Hou Chong, who had a gloomy face, Ashina said suddenly, "Don't you want to ask something?" ”

"My lord, Bai Nu is just your most important pawn in the battle in the clouds!" Hou Chong didn't look up, just fiddled with the fire in front of him.

"The white slaves and the red slaves have been my martial god stand-ins since twenty years ago, and over the years, the prestige of the martial gods has made most of the Turks begin to blindly believe in their martial arts." Ashina Yunlie looked at the dancing flames and said softly, "It's time for this myth to come to an end." ”

"But my lord, you are still alive, as long as you are here, the Turkic Martial God is here, is this a change?" Hou Chong asked with some puzzlement, Bai Nu is the strongest general in the Turks, at least for now, except for the real Martial God Lord in front of him, no one in the Turks can defeat him head-on.

"I'm not a Turkic warrior." Ashina Yunlie looked at Hou Chong and shook his head, "When the white slave wore armor and led the Turkic soldiers to victory, that invincible figure in people's hearts was the martial god. ”

"I just want the Turkic people to know that war is not something that can be controlled by the power of one person, and I want them to know that even if there is no one person, they can still win." Ashina Yunlie looked into the distance, "The death of Bai Nu will make the Turks more united, for the sake of the Turkic righteousness, he killed his nephew, and finally died under the siege of countless Qin warriors, people will tell his story, he will become a hero of the Turks." ”

"The Red Slave has been killed by the generals of the Qin State, and when the White Slaves who are exactly the same as the Red Slaves are also killed, the generals of Great Qin will be convinced of the end of the Turkic mythology, and they will relax their guard against us, and this is the most important thing."

Listening to Ashina Yunlie's words, Hou Chong felt that the gap between him and the man in front of him was still far away, he still couldn't do as far-sightedness as he had, it can be imagined that when the man in front of him who really dominated the Turks felt that the time was ripe and waved his army to attack Great Qin, those Qin generals must not know that the enemy they were going to face was so deep and terrifying.

"It's late at night, go to bed early, Cloudsdale, it's not that simple?" Ashina Yunlie stood up, looked at Hou Chong, who was a little stunned, and said softly, and walked to the tent in the darkness in the distance.

Looking at the distant figure, Hou Chong's eyes widened, and he realized at this time that the attack of the white slave was the one that really made the generals of the Qin State relax their guard, and when those Qin generals thought that they had killed the Turkic Martial God, the real deadly attack would be launched, and the eldest prince would have no chance to return to Chang'an. As for the three hundred ghost wolves who died, it was just to make it look more perfect.

"My lord, you are the real heartless person!" Thinking of the faint smile on Ashina's face, Hou Chong only felt a chill in his heart.