The reason why a strong person is a strong person must have his own set of logic and way of doing things, such as the current Huns and Qiang people, the gap between the two is really a bit surprising.

When Zhang Qian revealed his identity as the 'Great Han Envoy', a Qiang warrior pounced on him, punched him in the nose, and scolded in his mouth: "Dog, what kind of majesty do you put in front of the Huns!" ”

Another Qiang warrior drew his whip, whipped Zhang Qian's head and face a few times, turned to the Huns and sneered: "Honorable lord, these damn Han people are all cheap bones, and if you don't fight, you won't be ......honest."

Unexpectedly, the Huns were angry.

"When a tiger gets stuck in the sand, a hyena dares to bully it, an eagle breaks its wings, and a crow croaks endlessly."

The ten commanders of the Xiongnu had a gloomy face, pointed to the two Qiang warriors and scolded: "You Qiang people, why were you driven by the Han people to the plateau where birds don't to gnaw sand?" Why did you leave your hometown and come to the Western Regions to graze? If you ride on horseback, dare to call yourself a hero.

Well, they're two people, and you're two people, so let's have a fair fight.

One-on-one, whoever loses, will die! ”

Brush twice.

The ten commanders of the Xiongnu cut the wool ropes on Zhang Qian and Tangyi's fathers, ignored the pleading eyes of the two Qiang people, and threw the two scimitars on the ground: "Han envoy, please!" ”

Zhang Qian moved his muscles and bones, wiped the blood on his head and face, and smiled indifferently: "Use a knife to kill a dog? ”

He kicked two scimitars at the feet of the Qiang warriors: "Pick them up, and wait for a certain family to kill you." ”

The two Qiang looked at each other.

For Zhang Qian's combat strength, the two of them seemed to be a little jealous, but now they were difficult to ride a tiger in front of the Huns, so they could only obediently pick up the two knives.

The two Qiang people glanced at each other, shouted in unison, and the two scimitars were suddenly pulled out, like two horses slashing straight towards Zhang Qian.

This is clearly a sneak attack!

The faces of the Huns showed a touch of disdain.

And the 'chef Yang Chuan', who was stewing meat not far away, was taken aback and couldn't help but sweat for Zhang Qian......

'Ma Dan, the Qiang people don't talk about martial arts! ’

"Good time!"

Zhang Qian laughed for a long time, his hair was stretched, and he took a big step forward to the left, narrowly avoiding the slash of the two scimitars, and threw a punch lightly.

With a muffled thud, the punch slammed into a Qiang man's ribs, making a soft sound of bones shattering.

Then, he grabbed the Qiang man's unkempt hair, and as if he were carrying a humanoid blade, he strode after another Qiang man, and smashed it down with his head and face.

Two screams, a few muffled sounds.

In less than three or five breaths, the two Qiang warriors were dead on the spot, and these few rabbit fights made the onlookers almost out of breath, until Zhang Qian wiped the blood on his hands and combed his slightly messy hair, before he broke out with a 'good'......

Especially Yang Chuan, a small heart, is about to squeeze out of his throat.

The civil officials of the Han Dynasty, so capable of fighting?

So, how capable should generals such as Wei Qing, Huo Quzhi, and Li Guang be?

Seeing that Zhang Qian and Tangyi's father were politely invited into the tent by the Huns, Yang Chuan's excitement gradually calmed down, and he began to worry about the next dinner.

A table was prepared, and the whole village came.

It seems that it is not enough to grasp mutton in one meal, at least it has to be replaced with mutton in clear soup, not only to kill people invisibly, but also to let Zhang Qian and Tangyi's father go together, which is really a big challenge for Yang Chuan......

……

This meal was very strange.

Zhang Qian, who was obviously a captive envoy of the Han Dynasty, sat in the center, chatting and laughing with the servant cousin on the side, eating the hand-grabbed mutton indifferently, as if they were the masters of this banquet;

The Huns and the dog-legged Danmuji sat on the left and right respectively, their faces gloomy, and they didn't seem to be interested in the food in front of them.

Outside the tent, more than 300 Qiang warriors sat in a large circle, munching on the two or three mature, blood-soaked mutton, the corners of their mouths, chins, and beards were covered with grease and blood, just a group of savages.

The Hu merchants and the thirteen female slaves who rested in peace were tied together by woolen ropes, squatting on the grass not far away, shivering.

The shadow of the sun is in the west, and dusk is approaching.

The cook Yang Chuan was very busy, chopping wood and boiling water, and constantly throwing eight pieces of mutton into the big ding, leaving those savage Qiang warriors to take it by themselves.

Several large bags of aconitum powder were sprinkled, but not even a single person was poisoned, which made him have to doubt: 'The toxicity of aconitine is undoubted, can it be said that these people's physique is better than that of cattle and horses?' ’

It's a pity that no one drinks such delicious mutton soup!

It's still too much meat.

Yang Chuan sighed secretly, took advantage of the lack of attention, took out a few large pieces of mutton in the ding, threw them in a pile of dry cow dung, and covered them with chopping wood and other things.

Fortunately, he was young and thin, and the Qiang people didn't pay attention to him at all, which gave him an opportunity.

Yang Chuan chopped all the coriander, shallots, wild leek flowers, and wild garlic into fine pieces, and sprinkled them into two mouthfuls of Dading, and by the way, he added a few large buckets of cold water and two large bags of aconitum powder......

Then, carrying a pot full of mutton soup, he walked into the tent of the head of Danmuji.

"Finished eating the lamb? Why only soup? ”

Dan Muji stirred a few times in the clay pot with a wooden scoop, frowned and reprimanded: "Fifteen fat sheep have eaten so quickly? The honorable Huns want to eat meat, don't drink soup, don't hurry up and serve meat! ”

In fact, smelling the delicious mutton clear soup, the leader of the Qiang people had already moved his fingers, and his reprimand at this moment was just to please the Huns.

Sure enough, he changed his words and said with a smile: "However, such a delicious broth is rare to see...... Let's go, let a few Huns taste it first. ”

Yang Chuan meekly walked up to the Hun Commander, knelt on one knee, and held the clay pot with both hands on his head in the highest way of courtesy when the Qiang people were hospitalizing.

The ten-captain laughed, reached out and scooped a large scoop of white, green, and fragrant mutton soup, and took a small sip.

Gradually, his face became exciting: "Han little cook, good skills!" ”

After speaking, he drank two large scoops of lamb soup in one go, and then he burped comfortably, reached out and wiped a wet mouth and said with a smile: "Come back with me tomorrow, cook mutton for our king, and ensure that you will be rich for a lifetime!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the Qiang people were extremely envious, but Zhang Qian, who was sitting in the center, snorted coldly and reprimanded: "Shameless child! ”

Yang Chuan's expression was wooden.

He waited for all the Huns and Qiang people in the tent to drink mutton soup, then straightened up and walked slowly to the outside of the tent.

After listening to Zhang Qian's scolding, his heart was inexplicably warm: 'It turns out that the language of the Han Dynasty is like this? Henan dialect with a slight Guanzhong and Shuzhong accent? ’

Yang Chuan can't be sure.

But there is one thing that makes him very happy: the Tianshui and Longxi dialects that he is familiar with, and the basic communication is no problem......

"You, stop!"

The Hun Commander suddenly spoke, which made Yang Chuan's heart throb, and the cold hair behind him stood up inexplicably.