(Thank you to Dameng, Chubby, and Hammer S for guarding this book all the time, pause.) ）

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In the early morning, the sky is overcast, the clouds are low and thick, and if there is a moon tonight, it must be out of sight.

Obviously, the Huns thought so too.

"Don't let those cunning Han people live to see the moonlight tonight."

With this silent slogan, the horns of the eastern and western camps of the Xiongnu came and went. The Huns came out of the felt tent, carried bows and arrows, pulled the horses out of the corral, turned over on the horses, and gathered in front of the chief's tent with a huge bull skull flagpole.

Under the banner of the bull's head, the Huns began to hold a lengthy blood sacrifice ceremony.

First, a shaman wearing a feather crown and covered in various paints, with a hideous face, danced around the fire and danced like a convulsion. And the Huns who gathered in groups from the bones of Hou Morton below, regardless of whether they were high or low, all knelt down to the ground and bowed and worshipped.

From a distance, the black pressed a head.

At the end of the ceremony, Morton personally led a carefully selected white horse and cut the horse's neck with a scimitar. In the mournful sound of the white horse, four or five Huns struggled to suppress the white horse, and received blood in a large basin, and after receiving a full basin, they knelt in front of the wizard.

Morton stepped forward first, and the wizard dipped his finger in the horse's blood to smear his forehead with his strange symbols. After finishing the painting, Morton raised his forehead with his hand and bowed down. Then there is the sharluru, the buksu, the curvature...... Dozens of Xiongnu nobles of a certain status are large and small.

The rest of the ordinary Huns and slaves looked at each other with blazing eyes.

White horse sacrifice, the most commonly used way of blood for the Huns.

While the Huns were doing all this, there was a dead silence in Fengsui. Everyone hid behind the battlement wall, silently watching everything from the cross-hole at the battlement.

After the sacrifice, with the sorcerer's ghost crying wolf howl, the Huns shouted loudly, got on their horses one after another, brandished their swords and bows, shouted and rushed out of the camp, and pounced towards Fengsui from the east, north and west.

For a while, the sound of hooves was like rolling thunder, resounding through the wilderness. Everywhere the iron hooves passed, the grass and trees were broken, the mud and stones were splashed, and the sand and dust were flying. A yellow cloud rose over the wilderness, almost blending with the low thick clouds, and from a distance, it seemed as if the gates of heaven and hell had opened, releasing countless demons and monsters.

When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a hundred steps away, there was already a black pressure on a group of people. The overwhelming superiority has caused great coercion to the people in Fengsui.

Still at yesterday's distance, a team of Hun knights rode up.

A familiar and hoarse voice came from afar: "Don't you Han people have a saying, what is it, 'We have knives in our hands, you are like cattle and sheep'." Zhang Gongzi, why bother to make senseless resistance, surrender, I will treat him as a distinguished guest, and there is no lie. ”

Well, Morton, this high-spirited Hun bone marquis is making a final effort, wanting to play what the Han people call "a soldier who surrenders without a fight".

Zhang Fang rolled his eyes, how could there be such a sentence?

However, Lin Tianci not only understands the Chinese classics, but also understands nonsense, and after thinking about it, he understood, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and reminded softly: "It's 'people are swordsmen, I am fish and meat'." ”

Zhang Fang suddenly, leaned out, looked up and smiled: "People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, this is true, but don't forget - fish not only have meat, but also have thorns!" ”

The corners of Morton's eyes twitched, what is the matter with this boy? If there is good wine and meat, it won't hurt half of his hair, is it not believed or what? He didn't believe that it was for a group of servants to kill him, he would rather believe that this noble son of Chang'an didn't know the height of the sky, thinking that he didn't dare to touch him.

Morton grinded his teeth, his eyes flashed green like a wolf, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Okay, then I'll pull out your thorn!" ”

Morton said no more, returned with a horse, and said to his confidant, the first warrior in the clan: "Attack, fifty people, one roast sheep." ”

Qu Tu bowed his head on his horse and replied, "A roast leg of lamb." ”

If Zhang Fang hears it, it will be inexplicable. If Lin Tianci also heard it, he would have told him that this was the way some Xiongnu tribes calculated time: it would take about an hour to roast a sheep; And to roast a leg of lamb, it only takes a moment.

Morton stroked his beard and laughed, and was about to speak, when there was a hoof sound behind him. Looking back, I saw Sharuru galloping towards with two riders. I didn't see him rein in his horse, he jumped off the horse, ran a few steps forward, took off his hat and knelt under Morton's horse, and his voice could not hide his hatred: "The hatred between the people in the beacon and Mo Xibu is deeper than the water of Tianchi." Sharuru asks the Marquis of Gudu to give the opportunity for revenge to the warriors of Mo Xi. ”

Qu Tu said in a loud voice: "The big boss has already handed over the task to me......"

Morton raised his hand to stop his words, and looked at Sharuru calmly: "Sharuru is right, there is no one here who is more qualified for revenge than you." If it weren't for the fact that your clan lost too much, it would have been handed over to you. Well, how many people do you want? ”

Sharuru gritted his teeth and raised his head: "Please watch the battle from the sidelines, the warriors of my Mo Xi Department are enough." ”

"It's really commendable, but it's not enough for the wolf light to be fierce, it has to have companions." Morton tapped his leather boots with his horsewhip, groaned slightly, and said, "In this way, the two of you will attack together, and whoever climbs the beacon first and captures Zhang Fang alive will be the first warrior of my new Morton Department." Here I will warm a jug of mare's milk with my own hands and give it to the warriors. ”

Well, the number of attackers doubled, and the time naturally shortened again, from "a leg of mutton" to "a hot pot of wine".

Sharulu paused heavily, turned on his horse, turned his horse's head, and flew back to the headquarters tent, without wearing a hat, revealing a shiny half-bald head, and roared at the tribal warriors with less than fifty people left: "The Han murderers who killed my father and brother and destroyed my tribe's account are in front of us, their number is less than half of ours, only a few days' rations, and there are only a few dozen arrows per man, just like rabbits trapped in a wolf pack." You say, "What shall I do?" ”

"Kill! Kill them, not a single one will be left! ”

"No, you want to be captured alive, tied to the tail of the horse and dragged to death."

"Cut off their heads again and sacrifice them to the gods!"

Sharuru pulled out a knife and an axe with both hands, and his voice was like a wolf's howl: "Whoever is the first to rush to the beacon will be rewarded with five sheep, a bundle of horn tendons, and one slave and maid." It is a slave and can be lifted. The severed human head will be dealt with by you after the sacrifice to the god of Qilian. Whether it's feeding vultures or sake brewers, whatever! ”

"Whew! Whew!"

There was a howl of excitement in the wilderness.

With the finger of Sharuru's sword and axe, the Huns were like hungry wolves that smelled blood, baring their sharp teeth (bows and arrows), spreading their hooves (horses), and frantically pounced on the beacons, stirring up puffs of dust and smoke.

And Qu Tu only saluted Morton: "I will kill all the Han people and Wudan fragments, and then tie up that Chang'an prince and kneel in front of the Gudu Hou." ”

Morton shook his head: "Don't tie up, he is the nephew of the son of heaven of the Han family, his status is noble, don't let people laugh at us Huns for being rude." ”

Qu Tu bowed his head, stretched out his hand to take the gray wolf flag from the horse, shook it in the wind, and in the sound of the banner hunting, he did not say half a word of mobilization, but took the lead and rushed forward. The servants behind him are like clouds, shouting and shaking the sky.

Looking at the warriors of the clan roaring away, Morton's narrow eyes flashed with an imperceptible smile. He had more than five hundred men at hand, and his opponent was no more than a dozen men, and if he wanted to, a single charge would be enough to crush the men in the beacon to pulp. The reason why he is surrounded, persuaded to surrender, and sacrificed to the gods. The purpose is twofold: one is to use this opportunity to unite the newly joined Mo Xi and Dong Ji Ministries. For the new subordinates, the best way to run in is to fight side by side. When the battle was over, it became a new ministry. The second is to show his strength to the Han emperor and nobleman, and in the future, he will use this person's mouth to convey such a message to the Han emperor, generals, and ministers in Chang'an - Morton, and his tribe, are a force that cannot be underestimated in Mobei.

Morton was not in the least worried that this would lead to a blow from the Han army, which would not have been the period of the military minister Shan Yu (Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty) or the period of Hu Yan Shan Yu (Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty). At that time, the Huns were facing a strong emperor and a wise son of heaven in the Han Dynasty. And at present, this son of the Han family is obviously a "gentleman" who talks more than he does - this can be seen from the fact that Zhi Zhishan killed the Han envoy for nine years, and the Han court received nothing except sending envoys to condemn it again and again, and spit in vain.

Since showing off his might will not attract blows, but will only attract attention, why didn't he do it?

Morton thought, even the corners of his mouth burst into a smile. As long as Qu Tu rushed to the beacon and planted the gray wolf flag on the beacon platform, his wishful thinking could be perfectly achieved.