The noisy and noisy sound of horses' hooves was hidden in the cold wind, and the royal court sweat tent was brightly lit, and the originally wide sweat tent was slightly crowded due to the entry of dozens of people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Above the tent was a leather mattress couch, on which sat a man in a black jacket, with long hair tied into several thin braids on his shoulders, his cheekbones slightly convex, his thick eyebrows like splashed ink, and his broad and powerful palms were playing with a dagger with a silver sheath polished to shine.

"Boom!"

The five fingers were bent, the dagger was pulled out, and the dazzling cold wind also jumped into everyone's eyes, shocking the eight tribal leaders to look at each other, all of them bowed their heads and did not dare to say more.

"Father Khan."

The eldest prince Zat stepped forward, bent down and whispered, and when he saw Nuhar raise his head, he whispered again, "Father Khan, the leaders of the tribes have arrived." ”

Fingers stroked over the sharp edge of the dagger, and Nuhar seemed to be talking to himself, "This dagger has followed me for many years, and he used him to cut Yemo's throat, and since Ben Khan entered the royal court, he has not seen blood again, and this time, it has been more than ten years." ”

As he spoke, Nohar twirled the dagger in his fingertips a few times, and a faint clanging sound spread through the silence of the sweat tent.

If it is out of its sheath and there is no blood, how can it be received?

And this dagger drank the blood of many tribal leaders in the grassland, and this time it was unsheathed again, and the intention was naturally self-evident.

"The Great Khan is heroic, and he leads the eight tribes to sit on the grassland for thousands of miles, and we are all in awe. The Great Khan only needs one word, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, my son of Barth must move forward bravely and never retreat half a step. ”

The person who spoke was next to Jinhu'er, and looked a little like him, except that he was much taller, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and wore a leather jacket, like a blind bear standing on two legs.

"King Zuo Xian is right, the Tumoang clan is also willing to obey the dispatch of the Great Khan."

The other, thin, white-haired old man echoed, and then looked at Zat, a smile flashing in his cloudy eyes.

The two people who spoke were the Xiongnu left and right kings, Shunbuling and Lanmaiti, with their voices, the rest of the tribal leaders who came here hesitated, and they all said words of loyalty, for fear that their hesitation would make Nuhar disgusted, so as to lose the opportunity to go south this time.

Once, the most powerful Xiongnu was hit hard by the Chu State, for hundreds of years, the body was tired and the people were weak, and they had been entrenched in the grassland, not daring to go south half a step, until the Chu State disappeared, and they failed to send troops to the shame.

What's even more hateful is that the Central Plains is in civil strife, and they want to destroy it in one fell swoop, but they have the heart and strength to do so.

After a hundred years of recuperation, strong soldiers and horses, with boiling blood in their bodies, they have long been unable to bear it, but unfortunately Khan Nuhar has never been willing to do so, so he has to give up.

Now, the sleeping wolf king finally woke up, and when he thought of hundreds of thousands of iron horsemen galloping on the vast grassland, it was like a black mud flow breaking through the bricks and stones of Li Tang and Liu Han's city walls, sweeping the entire Central Plains.

"Boom!"

There was another crisp sound, and the dagger was sent into the silver sheath, and a few sporadic sparks burst out.

The tall body stood up from the soft couch, the tiger's eyes were sharp, and the pride between the eyebrows could look down on the world, "Tomorrow, the army will go out." ”

Hearing this, the rest of the people in the tent looked up at Nuhar's expedition, they already knew, but they didn't know which tribe was the vanguard.

Since the Great Khan sent his troops south to attack Middle-earth, he thought that he had a complete plan, and this trip would be victorious, so as the vanguard of the tribe, it will be praised through the ages, and this kind of glory, who would not want to?

"Balt and Tumoang each threw 50,000 troops as the vanguard, divided into Yangqu and Xiapi, Khalkha and Lhoba as the middle road, followed Ben Khan, Korche and Pingpan as the right wing, Naxi and Karaqin as the left wing!"

When Nuhar's words fell, Shunbuling and Lamat were overjoyed, and although the other tribal leaders were dissatisfied, they thought that the two of them were princes, so they didn't dare to say more, and they also followed the order to thank them.

When the army set off, there were many matters that needed to be arranged, and just as the eight leaders were about to disperse to make some preparations, Jinhu'er, who could no longer hold back, stepped forward, "Father Khan, the child is willing to work with his uncle to attack the village and pull out the camp for Father Khan, and clear the way for the army." ”

Perhaps because he was too excited and happy, his whole face looked a little distorted, and he didn't notice a trace of contempt at the corner of Zamu's mouth beside him, nor did he see the frowning brow of Shun Buling, who was originally laughing.

There was no joy on his face, and Nuhar stared at him for a while, until Jinhuer was a little overwhelmed, and then he gently spat out a word, "Accurate." ”

Soon, the group sweated out of the tent, the place where each department was located, divided into different directions, and with permission, Jin Hu'er followed Shunbuling's side, and said with a red face that he would charge into battle and kill the Han people without leaving their leather armor.

His face became more and more gloomy, and at this moment, Shunbuling was no longer as vulgar as before, and stopped, "Jinhu'er, after you go south, you can quickly ask the Great Khan for your life, ask for a city, and live your life in peace." ”

This sudden remark made Jin Hu'er stunned, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Uncle, you are ......"

"Alas......"

Shunbuling spit out a mouthful of white mist and patted Jinhu'er on the shoulder, "If you win this battle, the situation will be different, with your heart, you can't defeat Bahar, let alone Zat, it's better to enjoy the wealth and glory quietly." ”

"Uncle!"

Jin Hu'er clenched his fists, but Shunbuling was already far away, and in the cold wind, only he was left with red eyes and gritting his teeth to cluck.

The sky was gradually breaking under the expected daylight, and on the winter snow-covered grassland, a black rapids rushed like a whirlwind, rushing from the same place and galloping past.

Tens of thousands of iron horsemen passed by with the wind, leaving behind the snow that was trampled all over the ground, and the broken dirt alive shimmered in the golden and dreamy morning light.

"Drive ......!"

Shunbuling whipped again, there has been no such horse march for a long time, so he feels that the blood in his bones is boiling for a long time, this time looking at the sky, where the red sun is jumping out of the clouds and mist, the golden light is sprinkled, falling on the grassland has not dispersed between the frost and snow and water vapor, he actually felt that there is a mist in front of him, and he hit the horse along the Buling, as if walking in the sky.

This feeling is so unhappy.

It was a hurried journey all the way, until the sun hung in the sky, Shunbuling reined in his horse and took the map drawn by the sheepskin from the guards around him, these years, Nuhar would often send people south to harass, although it was to rob the property, so that Li Tang and Liu Han were uneasy on the border, but the most fundamental purpose was to paint an accurate topographic map.

There is only one map in the hand of Shunbuling, starting from the royal court, until Yangqu, and even to Fengdu in the south of Yangqu, the surrounding fields and mountains are all clearly visible.

I don't know what the map looks like in Naranmat.

Thinking of Lanmaiti, Shunbuling's heart was blocked again, and he looked up at Jinhu'er at the front of the team and sighed.

The Barths, in his hands, will not be able to reproduce the glory of their ancestors.

That's it, as long as Taoguang is obscure, there will be a time, a fine light flashed in his eyes, Shunbuling looked at the map again, here is dozens of miles away from Yangqu City, and it will be possible to reach it in half an hour, and there will be a battle at that time, although the rampage brigade has been annihilated, but Shunbuling still wants to be cautious, no need to be tired, so he ordered the troops to rest on the spot.

Hearing the order to dismount and rest, Jinhu'er, who was still about to move forward, coldly grabbed the reins, jumped off the horse, hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked towards Shunbuling, "Uncle, Yangqu is in front of us, we can take it in one go, and take advantage of the situation, and count the cities." ”

Seeing that Shunbuling was silent, Jin Hu'er paced back and forth around him a few times, "Uncle, if you hesitate, Nalan Maitike will enter Xiapi City, and then the credit will be robbed by their Tumoang clan!" ”

It seemed that this sentence had an effect, and Shun Buling took down the wine bag he was drinking, "If you are asked to attack Yangqu, how many people will be needed?" ”

"Five hundred people, you will definitely be able to win Yangqu!"

"I'll give you a thousand men, and you take them first, and then the army will set off in half an hour."

After speaking, Shun Buling drank again, and looked at Jinhu'er who was speeding away with people, and his stubby brows gradually tightened.

Go and fight, you have to be the head wolf of the steppe.