Make a clean household registration of the Han Empire, find a way to enter the rotten Chang'an City, and overthrow... Coughing, getting acquainted and taking down Huo Quai, these things have become Yang Chuan's obsession.

Otherwise, he can go back to Mobei.

As long as he manages with his heart, with Luding City as the center, facing the south and turning his back to the north, he can control the entire Mobei land, and retreat to Lake Baikal as a springboard to become the famous 'Yangchuan Emperor I' in history......

But this person, once he has an obsession, he often becomes very brainless.

For example, now, all Yang Chuan thinks about is how to capture the Huns' 'two kings with four twos', and his mind is full of military exploits, as well as the innocent household registration and title at his fingertips.

As for the danger.

Of course, it is extremely dangerous, and the so-called 'wealth and danger are sought in danger', probably that's the case, right?

However, Yang Chuan naturally will not be impulsive because of a military exploit, two lives, and that kind of bloody plot has long become a good memory.

In other words, he has now finally become a qualified cook: he never gets tired of eating, and he never gets tired of cooking.

Zhuang Zhou is a character, regardless of his leisurely travel and great master, a single sentence of 'Ku Ding solves the cow and is at ease' is enough to make people reverie infinitely.

After lying in the snow for a whole day and two nights, the snow on Yang Chuan's body was more than a foot thick, even if someone passed by him, or even stepped on him, he should think it was a stone.

Sister Leopard too, quieter than a stone.

'Around, there are 100,000 snow-capped mountains, and the only thing that moves is Sister Leopard's eyes......

The more silent the environment, the more lively people's minds become, and the more detailed and lyrical their thoughts become, which is Yang Chuan's perception at the moment.

The Huns were quiet, as if waiting for something.

Their diet is very simple, that is, to peel off the skin of the prey shot by the eagle archer, set it on the fire for a while, and then swallow it with blood and water.

It seems that the chances of wanting to be poisoned are slim.

Yang Chuan quietly listened to the movements of the Huns, smelled the unpleasant smell of smoke and fire, and listened to their faint conversation, which was nothing more than what King Zuoxian fought with his uncles in order to keep his 'crown prince'.

This time the battle of Henan was written by King Zuo Xian.

He used the Aries King and the Lou Fu King as bait to attract the two-way army commanded by Wei Qing and Li Xi to the territory of the Right Xian King in the west, so that the Han army could achieve an unprecedented 'total victory', but later, he hid its elite in the Yin Mountain......

Yang Chuan was a little frightened when he heard this.

In other words, today's Yinshan is a barrel of explosives? So, the 'Shimen Ancient Road', a large passage connecting Jiuyuan County of the Han Dynasty and Saiwai Mobei, has naturally become a battleground?

Another night passed.

At dawn, people's mental state will be in a strange state of laxity, which is an opportunity that Yang Chuan wants to seize.

A Hun condor archer came out of the nest, soaked urine on the snow, muttered something, and was about to go back.

Suddenly, he stopped, looked sideways at Yang Chuan's hiding place, and took the big bow on his back.

Yang Chuan's heart jumped, and he clenched the delicate little crossbow in his hand.

This is made by him himself, the effective range is only a dozen steps, but it is expensive to fire five arrows in a row and almost silently, its arrow is less than two inches long, not so much a crossbow arrow, but a hidden weapon in the rivers and lakes, and it is quite powerful to use it for the Yin people.

The only trouble was that the Huns were too far away from them, about twenty-five paces......

'Could it be that someone found out?' ’

Yang Chuan held his breath and steadily aimed at the throat of the condor archer under the snow.

As a cook, his crossbow arrows are naturally stained with poison, so as to ensure that one blow will be hit and the sword will seal his throat.

The Huns took an arrow, put it on the bowstring in a good time, and had an arrow in their hand.

Yang Chuan tightened his body, but he didn't dodge or deduct the crossbow machine, because he found that the Huns' arrow missed a few feet!

Laugh at!

The feather arrow did not enter the snow, but it nailed a roe deer to the ground, and the red blood splattered out, dyeing several plum blossoms on the snow seven or eight steps behind Yang Chuan's left, which was very beautiful.

Yang Chuan was already shocked into a cold sweat.

A smile appeared on the dark faces of the Huns, and they strode towards this direction.

There was a soft "buzz".

The Hun archer paused violently, and waved his arms as if to drive away a pesky gadfly, and a giggle came out of his throat.

Then, he fell headlong into the snow and remained motionless.

Yang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, put away the small crossbow, jumped up from the snow, peeled off the sheepskin robes and hats of the Huns in three or two, put them on himself casually, and covered the Huns with snow.

The opportunity is fleeting.

Yang Chuan lifted the roe deer, cleanly processed the skin and internal organs, took out a few packets of condiments from his arms, and smeared a layer on the meat.

After doing all this, Yang Chuan did not hesitate to enter the camp of the Huns and burrow into the nest of the dead condor archer.

In the past two days, he observed very carefully, the food of the Huns was solved by the condor shooters who were in charge of vigilance, and there was no meal, in fact, he was not full.

These guys are really wolf-like, and their lifestyles are no different from those of wild wolves......

……

After a while, Yang Chuan quietly left the camp, climbed onto a giant pine in the distance, and began the next round of waiting.

This time, he didn't think it would be long.

A roe deer coated with sesame oil, spices, and salt was roasted on the fire, and the hungry Huns should soon be awakened.

There is naturally no poison on the meat.

It was clear water and mare's milk wine that poured poison, and he didn't believe that the Huns were eating fragrant barbecue, and he didn't think about a few bites......

Sure enough, as he expected.

After a stick of incense, the two Condor Shooters were "awakened" by the smell of roasted meat, and they looked around at random, finding nothing unusual, and then plunged into the nest of the dead Condor Shooter.

When he boarded, there were a few whispers: "Ah, it smells so good!" ”

"Where's Zhenai?"

"He's gone hunting, isn't he?"

"Go and call the two princes to eat meat, tsk, it's so fragrant......"

Soon, without shouting with the condor shooter, the Aries King and the Lou Fu King had already smelled the tempting smell of meat, and strode over, and burrowed into the ground.

The Huns were quickly flayed alive.

All this was expected by Yang Chuan, he found that the king of the Huns did not have any stinky shelves, as long as there was good wine and meat, and the slaves' tents were also very comfortable.

This is very different from the officials of the Han Empire.

Of course, this is also convenient for Yang Chuan, otherwise, he would not have had the opportunity to poison the water bladders of the two "princes", and his plan would have to be changed.

Yang Chuan hid in the tall canopy, carefully calculating the time, looking somewhat bored.

He saw two Huns come out of the nest, pee on this side, and when they were done, they hooked their heads down, and looked at them very carefully, as if to check whether their fellows were frozen;

A Hun condor archer walked out of the camp, grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his face so that he wouldn't get sleepy...

It's almost time.

I have to admit that the mandala with an appropriate amount of aconitine has a really good effect of calming the nerves and helping you sleep.

This thing can be said to be notorious in the rivers and lakes of later generations, and people and gods are angry, and it has become synonymous with "three indiscriminate" and "flower thieves".

Because, it's called sweat medicine.