He Shengai has a sense of humiliation that he and his woman Dunlun are watched, and there is a sense of fear that someone is aiming at him with a bow and arrow behind him.

It is well known that he loves Sinology and Han beauties, but he doesn't understand it anyway, how did Lu Chen know that the Zhao family of Puxian County had dedicated a beauty to him ten days ago? It used to be Han land, but now it is under the protection of the Tiefu clan. The Zhao woman is not very old, she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she looks very pleasing, so she feels sorry for her, knowing that she is not strong when she comes to Tianhua, she listened patiently to her talk about the guqin for three days, but she didn't understand, and she felt like a cow.

On the fourth day, Yu Shengai was driven by his father to the north to deal with Lu Chen.

Few people know about this matter, and even if they know a rough idea, they definitely don't know that the Zhao woman is coming to Tianhua, let alone know that he didn't possess her. After all, the Huns were never afraid of blood in the affairs of men and women, and some people even happened to love this mouthful. Furthermore, even if the slave in the family leaked the news, but the two places were so far apart, how did Lu Chen know? The most creepy thing is that he went north seven days ago, and Lu Chen left Yanmen eight days ago!

Obviously, it is impossible for Yu Shengai to know the existence of the Flying Dragon Secret Spy, let alone the means of flying pigeon transmission. Because of this, he was stunned.

"Be careful, don't fall the cup, or your dead soldiers will jump out of the hole in the ground and chop me into meat sauce!"

Lu Chen had already walked in front of Heshengai, his voice was not loud, only Heshengai could hear it, and it would not be heard by the soldiers hiding in the distance, and the Huns roasting sheep not far away did not hear clearly. Lu Chen took the wine glass from the stunned Heshengai, poured out the inferior milk wine inside, asked Lu Zhan to open the bamboo tube and pour it full of spirits, and handed it back to Heshengai.

He Shengai even felt a cold wind blowing up from the tail vertebrae along his back, and his hairs stood up. How did this guy see through my ambush? He was frightened, and he was about to give an order, but he saw Lu Chen take out an iron lump the size of a fist out of nowhere, this inconspicuous little thing made Yu Shengai feel terrified subconsciously. He didn't have a sixth sense, but he smelled something peculiar.

"That's right, bombs made of gunpowder, this time iron." Lu Chen threw the iron lump in his hand, and explained to He Shengai very seriously, "This thing is a specialty of Yanmen, freshly baked." We have re-improved the black powder formula, with the advanced cast iron technology, the gunpowder is more powerful, the bomb is better sealed, and the thickness of the four walls is the same, although such a bomb weighs only one pound, but it is equivalent to the previous ten pounds of clay pot bombs. That is to say, people within a radius of one zhang will definitely die, and within three zhang will be injured. ”

Lu Chen didn't lie, the grenades in later generations were also made of black powder, the principle was the same, and the technology was not complicated, so he brought someone to get it. It sounds simple, but it's actually simple, it's just that seventy-four death row prisoners were killed and wounded, and the price is negligible, of course, this is just Lu Zhan's opinion.

In this way, he did not dare to move, he knew the power of gunpowder.

It turned out that after Liu Qubei got gunpowder from Yanmen, he also found someone to do many experiments and studies in private, and suffered countless casualties, but he gained nothing. And now the bomb is said to be ten times more powerful than before! If this is used on the battlefield, it will be a nightmare for the enemy!

He Shengai is frightened on the one hand, but on the other hand, he is covetous.

"It's not poisonous." Seeing that Yu Sheng loved to drink the wine he poured for him, Lu Chen smiled, snatched the wine glass and drank it himself, "Hey-this is Yanmen's special spirits, try it?" As he spoke, he poured another cup for Yu Shengai.

Only then did he realize that he had underestimated Lu Chen and thought about things simply. The other party has gunpowder by his side, no wonder he dares to bring only such a few people. He is not in a hurry, he is not a mediocre person, and he quickly calmed down. If he is recognized, he will be recognized, in my barracks, does he dare to do anything? At most, it's just a matter of letting him go and startling the snake. As soon as he leaves, I will order all my troops and horses to kill him, and then send a division to cut them off from retreating, and I will definitely be able to catch him!"

So, he took the wine, poured it into his throat, and then choked on tears, his throat was smoking, his feet were stomping on the ground, and his mouth made strange sounds. A few slaves who roasted sheep thought that their masters were going to be poisoned, and subconsciously leaned over with sharp knives, and were kicked away by Heshengai, and some of Heshengai's personal guards surrounded him, pressing the handle of the knife with their hands. In fact, he loved himself for a moment and thought that he was poisoned. However, after the pain, there was a burst of unprecedented comfort, and the originally cold limbs were instantly like a fire, hot, and sweating all over. He kind of liked the liquor in the bamboo tube, it was strong enough, and he felt that only the prairie children deserved to drink that kind of liquor.

"Don't be jealous, you can't afford to drink, brewing such a pot of spirits, you need ten times the same amount of rice wine, do you have food?"

Lu Chen put the bamboo tube on the wooden table, picked the first seat on his left hand and sat down, and said contemptuously.

Cao Xuan and Lu Zhan stood behind Lu Chen.

He Shengai immediately understood that spirits were destined to be only Han people's things, and only Han people had enough food that could be wasted. The Huns even had to look at the faces of the Han people when they ate salt, and if they didn't sell it, they could only chew black and smelly vinegar cloth to survive. What do you say about the descendants of the prairie eagle and the blue wolf, in fact, in front of the Han people, there is no exception, even when the Huns are the strongest.

This made Yu Shengai feel aggrieved.

It is more and more difficult to figure out Lu Chen's intention, and he is a little jealous, and he is also a little fearless, which is contradictory, but this is the truth. Under the arch guard of the guards, Hu Shengai also sat down opposite Lu Chen, and a slave brought the freshly roasted lamb.

No one spoke, and Yu Shengai cut off the tail of the sheep with a knife and handed it to Lu Chen, which was a sign of respect for the guests. Then he began to eat it, lamb meat is not available at any time, even if it is the same, it is against the law to kill lamb, unless the most honorable guest comes.

On the other side, Lu Zhan didn't know when he put dishes and chopsticks on Lu Chen, as well as a plate of salt and a plate of spices. Lu Zhan cut the mutton into small slices, and Lu Chen elegantly dipped it with chopsticks and dipped it in a little salt and then a little spice before throwing it into his mouth, taking a sip of strong wine and enjoying it slowly.

Hu Shengai's eyes are red, the Han people who are killed by God, there are at least one or two of those dishes of refined salt. That's the best refined salt! The nobles of the steppe only dared to use such a little salt to roast a lamb, and he ate one-fifth of it before he could finish a sheep's tail. There is also the stack of spices, at least seven or eight kinds of spices mixed together and ground into powder, and he can smell it, and he knows that the price of that dish of spices is at least fifty times that of that dish of salt, and the most important thing is that money may not be able to get it.

Lu Chen saw that Heshengai was staring directly at the salt and spices, so he pushed the plate forward, and Heshengai was stunned for a moment, and then pretended to be pampered, cut a piece of mutton, rolled it in the salt dish and spice dish, and threw it into his mouth, his eyes were a little moist.

This is not an exaggeration, even if he was the most ambitious nobleman of the Southern Xiongnu, he could not resist the temptation of spices and refined salt. Needless to say, salt is full of tears, spices are more precious and rare, even in Han is comparable to the price of gold, and this is still when the Silk Road is unblocked, and now the Western Regions are chaotic, and the price is even more outrageous. The Han families could no longer afford to eat, and the Huns were even more miserable. The ghost knows how Lu Chen, this beast, got so many spices, and ate so wastefully and extravagantly, obviously there are many, many spices.

The admiration for Han culture and the coveting of Han land are, in the final analysis, all derived from the yearning for exquisite life and elegant civilization. Therefore, chewing the ridiculously salty and excessively fragrant lamb meat, Hu Shengai strengthened his dream even more, and swore in his heart that he must win Lu Chen.

"How can you tell that I ambushed a slave soldier in the crypt?"

He took a long sip of the liquor and asked, feeling a little erratic in his body, a precursor to drunkenness. But it's not like worrying, his willpower is very strong, even if he is drunk, he can perfectly control his body and reason, and alcohol, which can make him more excited and stronger.

"I can't see it, the mats on it are spread out very smoothly, and the dead soldiers in the crypt are not making a sound at all, which is very powerful. As for the tent mezzanine, it is a little worse, and under the action of the lights, some shadows can be roughly seen. Lu Chen took a small sip of wine, and then rinsed his mouth, pretending to be too much, the salt and spices were too heavy, salty and dry, "However, you shouldn't open the tent and dig the crypt to hide the soldiers, it's stupid, my people can see it clearly from the top of the restaurant a mile away." Forty slaves, ten in a crypt, seven of them in leather boots, and all barefoot, I don't think he could have counted them wrong. If you have glass, you must make a telescope, oh, it's the kind of thing that can pull the scenery a mile away to the front of you, it's very good, although the glass is not pure, and the things you see are green, but the meaning is on the line. If you have the opportunity, let you see and understand. Also, the groom that fed your sweaty horses is gone, and you haven't noticed it yet? He left with a pound of gold, which could allow him to squander it for the rest of his life. Of course, he also told me a lot about you, don't blame him, he didn't want to betray you, but my man fed your horse something special, and it won't live for more than three days, so your groom will definitely die if he stays, so he chose gold. ”

When it comes to this, it is already a dagger, and it seems stupid to hide it again.

So, the guard behind Yu Shengai pulled out his scimitar and pointed it at Lu Chen and the others. After the sound of cracking silk, the slave soldiers in the mezzanine of the tent took the lead in getting out, each holding a blade to surround Lu Chen. Then the straw mats on the crypt were lifted, and forty slave soldiers crawled out, half joined the siege camp, and half ran to the door of the big tent to prepare to defend against Lu Chen's eighteen guards.

The eighteen guards in the distance looked at the big tent of Hesheng Ai, and found that there were more people, but there was no superfluous action, they still took dried beans from the bag to feed their horses, and continued to tell meat jokes Haha laughing, very lively.

Inside the big tent, Lu Chen took a bamboo tube to pour wine for Yu Shengai and himself, his movements were very slow and elegant, if he didn't burp the wine, it would be perfect.

Lu Zhan still knelt on one side, carefully cutting the mutton, but he cut it to eat for himself, this person who was a slave in the eyes of Yu Shengai dared to dip it in refined salt and spices?

And the big black man on the other side simply pulled a leg of mutton and gnawed his mouth full of oil, and Hu Shengai knew that this was Cao Xing, the general of the Broken Army, and a fierce general who shot Xiahoudun blind with an arrow. He didn't dip it in refined salt and spices, but in Lu Chen's white eyes, he took away the bamboo tube with a cheap smile and poured it with spirits.

The reaction of Lu Chen and the others was very strange. (To be continued.) )