In the early morning of the next day, in the big tent of the Hun military camp, the hangover and unawakened ranger Bai Chang Chamuha was tied into a dumpling with hemp rope and thrown on the ground, but he was still snoring beautifully, and his face was full of enjoyment.

Ascha's face turned pale, and he said coldly: "Wake him up!" ”

The warrior did not dare to slack off, so he hurriedly found a water bag, tilted the mouth of the bag slightly, and a thin line of water fell towards Chamuha's face. It's not that he was afraid of Chahamu and didn't dare to pour more, but now that there is not much water left in the camp, and all the nearby wells have been filled, the soldiers have to go to the creek dozens of miles away to get water, and it is better to save some money.

"Bold!" In winter, the water was cold, and the excitement on his face was extraordinary, and Chamuha woke up in an instant and said loudly. was about to get up, but he couldn't move at all, only then did he find the divine rope on his body, his face couldn't help but change greatly, he glanced at the situation in the tent, and then asked Ascha angrily: "Asqa Qianchang, why is this?!" ”

Ascha gritted his teeth and asked fiercely, "Humph! Do you still have the face to ask?! Where are your 130 rangers now?! ”

Chamuhar recalled, and then said disdainfully: "Yesterday, you gave a military order to send them to the mountains and forests to hunt wild beasts and collect herbs, but now you come to ask me?" ”

Ascha laughed angrily: "Since they entered the mountains and forests at noon yesterday, they have not seen half of them return to the camp so far, as the main general, what crime should you be guilty of?!" ”

Chamuha couldn't help but be shocked, and said with a face full of disbelief: "Impossible! ”

Ascha's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word, obviously disdainful of continuing to explain.

At this moment, Bai Chang Gou Lige rushed in and reported: "Qianchang! The warriors sent people to report that they found several corpses of our Hun soldiers in the depths of the mountains and forests, with knife wounds and arrow marks on their bodies, but no traces of violent fighting were found. The person who was hit by the arrow was bleeding from all over the body, and his death was terrifying, and it was obvious that the arrow was smeared with poison. ”

Bang! Ascha's face became more and more pale, and without warning, he raised his foot and kicked the cauldron where mare's milk wine was boiling in the big tent, and the hanger collapsed instantly, and the hot mare's milk wine in the cauldron splashed on Chamuha, who was lying on the ground and could not move. In an instant, there was a seeping sound in the big tent, and Chamuha's miserable wail rang out. I saw that all the bare skin on his body was instantly scalded, like a red-hot shrimp, curled up in a ball, and kept rolling on the ground.

"Chicho!" Seeing this, Gourige was shocked, and hurriedly summoned the tent guards, carried Chamuha to other camps for treatment, and then persuaded Ascha: "Those soldiers were obviously ambushed by the elite of the Han people, although this Chamuha is guilty of not noticing, but he is the younger brother of Da Dan Yu's favorite concubine Wuyou, and Qianchang is very bitter to form such a big enmity with him?" ”

Ascha sighed slightly, and said quietly: "Da Shan Yu has long been wary of me, and this time he ordered my department to be the vanguard, and he installed the eyeliner of Chamuha, which is obviously a temptation to me." First the raid on Yanmen failed, and now it has lost more than 100 warriors in vain. That being the case, what difference does it make if you don't kill Chahar? ”

Gou Lige was shocked, and said at a loss: "Why did Qianchang say this? We have followed the old Shangdan for many years, and now the military minister Shan Yu has been on the throne, and he has been born and died for him for more than ten years, how can Da Shan Yu ...... for some trivial things?"

Ascha interrupted him with a wave of his hand, took out several rolls of parchment from his bosom, and handed them over.

Gou Lige hurriedly took it with both hands and couldn't wait to look at it. I saw that his body couldn't help trembling, and the content of the parchment scroll made him feel irrepressible fear and anger, and his mouth was full of bitterness: "In this way, Chamuha has really been slandering Da Shan Yu, and he really deserves to be killed!" It's just that what is Qianchang going to do now? ”

Ascha looked straight at Gourige and said quietly: "If I say that I want to change the court, what should you do, old man?" ”

"You're talking about King Zuoxian?" Gou Lige seemed to have expected it, and there was not the slightest hint of surprise on his face.

"That's right, my clan is a family slave of the Luan Ti clan, if it is transferred to the command of King Zuoxian, it is just a house slave choosing the master, and it cannot be regarded as betraying the master's family."

"Since you sacrificed your life to block the arrow of death for me twenty years ago, I have vowed to repay you with death, and now of course you will go with King Zuoxian." Gou Lige's face was flat, as if he was narrating a very natural matter, and then frowned and said: "It's just that you and my clan are stationed at the foot of Shan Yu Tingfu Yangju Mountain, if Da Shan Yu learns that you and I have switched to King Zuoxian, I am afraid that the lives of the old and weak women and children of the whole clan will not be guaranteed." ”

Ascha nodded, and said helplessly: "Now only by leading the remaining hundreds of iron horsemen, rushing back to Fuyangju Mountain as soon as possible, and moving all the clansmen eastward, can we escape the catastrophe." ”

After a while, all the rangers in the camp were gathered in the big tent, and since most of them were Ascha's cronies and clansmen, he did not bother to say much, and they all expressed their intention to follow him to the death. Ascha, who was determined in his heart, immediately made careful arrangements, and everyone went separately to prepare.

That night, a raging fire broke out in the Xiongnu camp, and Chamuha and more than a dozen of his relatives were tied to a high pyre and burned alive to commemorate the more than 100 grassland warriors who died in the mountains and forests. After the memorial service, the remaining hundreds of rangers left the camp on horseback and galloped all the way to the northeast.

The next day, the Yanmen Saizhu generals who received the scout's report couldn't help but look at each other, and the Hun vanguard lost more than 100 elites in vain, but instead of searching the mountains, they abandoned the camp and left, which was really not in line with their consistent style. Could it be some conspiracy? Want to show weakness in order to lure the Han army out of the fortress? But that's too obvious, isn't it?

In short, the generals of Yanmen wanted to break their heads, and they didn't figure out the reason, so they didn't bother anymore, and according to the plan set by His Royal Highness the Prince, they shrank under the high wall of Yanmen to wait for work.

And the military minister Shan Yu, who was far away in the clouds, had just gathered the hundreds of thousands of Hun iron cavalry under his command at this time. He had learned of the Han people's intention to clear the wilderness, so he forcibly requisitioned a large number of livestock, grain and grass from the tribes that had not yet left Yunzhong, so that the army could be used for several months. For a time, there was a mess of mourning in the clouds. The Xiongnu soldiers did not dare to harm the tribes of the great nobles, so all the people who suffered were some small and medium-sized tribes. The amount of forced requisition has led to the fact that these tribes are almost unable to meet their winter needs.

The Huns were already fierce, and now when it comes to the life and death of the tribes, they naturally struggle to resist, and in just a few days in the clouds, nearly 100 conflicts broke out. Caught off guard, the casualties of the Hun soldiers were not small, and the angry Hun generals brazenly ordered the slaughter of more than a dozen small tribes, which temporarily suppressed the momentum of the spreading resistance. However, the seeds of hatred are planted deeply, just like the weeds of this winter, which are silently nurturing underground, and when the spring rain comes, countless new shoots will emerge and grow all over the vast prairie.

In mid-October, the military minister Shan Yu finally waited for the returning national teacher to say, and led hundreds of thousands of Hun iron horsemen to carry a large number of baggage and march slowly towards Yanmensai.

(I'm sorry, I have to work overtime in the early morning for a whole week, and I can only take a day off for a day, and my younger brother wants to accompany my family, so let's change it for the time being, and see if I can make up for it at night, whirring...... ）

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