"How do I know?" The sergeant said.

"Why don't we arrest him and ask him." One soldier suggested that this was a big deal.

"Do you know what's on the other side? It's a minefield, and no one knows where those mines we threw are? The snow is so thick. The sergeant retorted.

"Let him crawl on his own. This is the only way. The sergeant said for his own safety.

"You, yourself, crawl here. Crawl over. Got it? One of the soldiers shouted.

"I understand." The Hun envoy nodded heavily. He began to turn over the carcass of the sheep with all his strength. A very ugly smile appeared on his stiff face. The Huns are ugly when they run long. Flat nose. The face is like a clay figure, and it is formed after a few casual pinchings. Loose hair, plus clothes they never changed for the rest of their lives. It makes them look very disgusting.

"Let's step back a bit. Who knows what luck this guy will have? The sergeant said as he drove his men back a lot.

The Hun messenger was strong over the lambs.

The Huns were frightened by the Qin people. After losing 300,000 troops, their vitality was greatly damaged, but their war potential was still there. But the Qin people were even more vicious. They constantly sent troops of 1,000 men to harass tribes that consisted of only old men, children, and women. The results can be imagined. Their tribe is easily defeated. Plus the Qin army had terrible muskets. This weapon is capable of killing the opponent and can no longer be killed. The Qin people took them, and they were able to take everyone, all the cattle, sheep and horses. I can't take it all and burn it out. These are not yet fatal. On the grassland, it is forage that depends on survival. Especially the pasture grass during the winter. The Qin people often set a fire when they left last. Burn all the yellow grass. This was an absolute fatal blow to the Huns. Without pasture, their cattle and sheep lost their value, and the last hope they relied on for survival was ruthlessly trampled by the Qin people.

The Qin were in their last attack in September. That's what it takes. Scattered the little vitality that the Huns had just established. The Xiongnu tribes were forced to the north, and some tribes had already entered the Siberian taiga. The winter environment is even harsher there. The materials for the winter were robbed and burned by the Qin people. There are fewer and fewer things to eat. The farther north you go, the colder it gets. The cold is scary. Newborn babies were frozen to death. Such a situation almost drove the Huns crazy. Tou Manshan decided to negotiate peace with the Qin people. So he sent his brother as an envoy to negotiate peace. In order to show his sincerity, Shan Yu also decided to offer a thousand sheep, which was the last material the Huns could take out at present.

But they were unlucky. They didn't have a leader, and they didn't know how to crack the Qin people's minefield. Many times they attacked the south, but they were blocked by mines and barbed wire. There is simply no way to pass. Even if you can pass. It was also quickly discovered by the Qin patrol. Then, a group of centaurs with only a few people can escape.

"For the Huns." The messenger was still muttering, but no one listened to them. The Qin people hid far away. Who knows how lucky this guy is.

"Sergeant, I'd like to go and see. That's what the guy is like? The soldier said.

"Go ahead and do it. Wait. The sergeant curled up and clutched his gun.

"Damn the Huns. Not dead yet. The sergeant shouted.

"Bang." The sound of a mine exploding. Everyone was stunned.

The sergeant looked back at the smoke after the explosion.

"I'll have to see if that guy is dead." The sergeant slowly approached. Then stand high in the ravine with a telescope and look down.

Landmines are not as powerful as those of later generations. But it's enough to kill a single person. The sergeant saw through the telescope what had happened to the messenger. Obviously, when lying down. It was the elbow of the arm that accidentally struck a mine. The whole arm was blown up. The body on the side of the explosion, the bones and internal organs of the explosion were exposed. People are certainly not saved.

"Let's go. And in the evening the wolf came back and ate him. The sergeant said, putting away the binoculars.

The group went back and began to report to their superiors. The authority of the major is not very large. He could only submit the report to the prefect along with his request. As for those messengers. No one will collect their bodies for them. It's dusk. Wolves began to infest. The area defended by the Qin army. There are a lot of wolves. The reason is that in these areas. Often the corpses of the Huns remained in those barbed wire. The soldiers of the Qin army would not collect the corpses for safety. And these carcasses became a delicacy for wolves.

Although the minefield will not explode, it will not stop the wolves from preparing to feast. Moreover, these wolves are also very shrewd. They always send a wolf to carefully approach the delicacies at night. The head wolf kept a certain distance from the wolf he had sent. It's safe. They'll go some distance. If that wolf is blown up. Then he will choose to send a new wolf to take over. Finally arrive at the place of gastronomy. Then they feast on it. Finally, follow the original range. The next day. They will still come the way they came, the way they came. Pity. The Huns did not know the clever practices of the wolf at all. Because, they have never been able to get close to this place. The distance of the Qin people's artillery had far exceeded the maximum range of their bows and arrows. This characteristic of wolves, they have no way of knowing. In the dark night, the wolf's full meal time, the Huns were unable to move forward because they could not figure out the location of the other party's mines.

The Huns sent an emissary, but they were killed by mines, and the news was to be sent to the rear through a weak and barely accessible road of the Qin army. As for what the people above think. No one at the bottom wants to know. What they know is that they all have a wind chill. It's very uncomfortable. There are a lot fewer people who can send out to stand guard.

As for the messenger, at nightfall. One by one, hungry wolves entered the minefield along their agreed route, and they were crazy with joy. A large number of dead sheep, and some people's corpses, became their feast. These carcasses can keep the wolves alive for a long time. Emissaries are also one of the delicacies of these wolves. These delicacies, like New Year's gifts from the Qin people, made these wolves howl excitedly. In exchange, it was the abuse of the soldiers of the Qin army.

The gore here contrasts sharply with the festive atmosphere of Xianyang. The two long red pieces of paper in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion made the Qin people feel very festive when they looked at it. So, on the first day of the new year. Red paper has become an absolute bestseller. People are buying them and sticking them on their doorsteps. And so it goes. Xianyang looks very festive.