The grasslands in early summer are beautiful, and the cattle, sheep and livestock are beautiful.

The lonely Gesang flower is also beautiful.

If it rains overnight, as soon as the sun comes out, the dew in the early morning is crystal clear, flashing and flashing, like a starry sky, illuminating the whole grassland green and shining, which is simply beautiful.

Running 200 miles in one night, destroying two Hun tribes, seizing thousands of cattle, sheep and livestock, more than 300 women and children, Yang Chuan's mood is also very beautiful.

Therefore, when he was eating breakfast, he couldn't help but want to scold a few people.

Zhang Tang is well-behaved, with a black knife face all day long, but he is actually a warm-hearted person, and he is also extremely serious and responsible;

Dongfang Shuo's bad old man is not bad, he has good thoughts about the Han Empire, even if it is the tragic experience of the servants, he can empathize with it and help as much as he can, but when this guy faces the Huns and Qiang, he is heavier than Yang Chuan, and this time he has already assassinated thirteen Qiang, the head of the Huns and the high priest with his own hands, which shocked Yang Chuan.

Then scold Sima Qian.

This great scholar who later became famous in the history and the pioneer in the field of history and literature, when facing the Huns, he could still feel pity, and advised Yang Chuan several times not to be too dark, and what nonsense and nonsense that 'hurt the heavens and peace'......

Listen, is this still human talk?

When those wolf Riha and sheep Riha slaughtered the Han people, did they show mercy? When fighting, being merciful and merciful to the enemy is disloyalty to the Han Empire.

It is no wonder that the people of the old Confucian family in later generations can endure for a long time, whether it is the entry of foreign races into the Central Plains, or the continuation of the imperial power of the Han Empire, the people of that line of scholars have always been rich, powerful, famous, and occupy a large amount of land in Qilu and Hebei.

It's disgusting!

"Sima Qian, your special mother is a pig?"

"Don't you know that war horses can have bloating and diarrhea when they eat dew-stained grass?"

"You've read all your books in the dog's belly?"

"Fortunately, now we are fighting the Huns to the death, and you can still talk a few words of gossip, nonsense,, and beep like a brick family."

"If one day the Han is weak and the Huns are strong, you will be a dog traitor, do you believe it?"

“……”

While gnawing on the roast leg of lamb and scolding the scholar Sima Qian, Yang Chuan finally vomited out the evil breath that Yang Chuan held in his chest......

Throw it away.

There are some things that can be discussed, but once the bottom line is touched, Yang Chuan can't wait to even scold himself, thinking that at the beginning, in the battle of the stone barrier, he had also been a virgin once......

Sima Qian has been carrying it a little lately, and he has made mistakes several times, and every time he has made Yang Chuan reprimand, he is naturally in a bad mood.

His big red face was bruised, he stretched out two fingers, and just aimed at Yang Chuan's nose, he was pulled away by Dongfang Shuo on the side: "Sima Qian, you are a don't drive a thousand stones, poke the nose of the big Han Liehou with your finger, you don't want to die?" ”

Sima Qian was extremely angry, but he had no temper.

Thinking back then, he was already a 'big official' with a rank of 600 stones, Yang Chuan was still a black slave, thin as a monkey, and he seemed to be able to step on him if anyone came over.

Circumstances change with the passage of time.

In just a few years, this little thief has become a big Han liehou.

Even, even the glory of his Sima Qian is because he followed Yang Chuan in Shuofang County, so he is stepping forward, if he can take another step and seal a Guannei Hou or something, it seems that he doesn't need to write history books......

"Changning Hou, how do you follow ...... My brother is the same, swearing indiscriminately? Sima Qian gripped his neck angrily and protested: "When you are in a good mood, you like to scold me, and when you are in a bad mood, you also like to scold me, am I recruiting you to provoke you, or do you think I am a bully?" ”

Yang Chuan said noncommittally: "What are you looking at? ”

Sima Qian: "Just look at you, what's wrong?" ”

Yang Chuan: "You can take another look." ”

Sima Qian: "Hey, do you think I don't dare?" It's not to want to hear! ”

After speaking, this guy buried his head, grabbed a roast leg of mutton, tore it with a big mouthful, and hummed a few times from time to time......

After bullying Sima Qian, he was in a good mood and his stomach was full.

It's time to go.

"Pass the order down, set off in a moment, and the next target, hit the chaigou."

Yang Chuan threw a roll of maps to Zhang Tang and instructed: "This is a detailed map of the three hundred miles around Dachaigou, don't look at that place is a little desolate, the low peaks are endless, and there are many Qiang and Huns hidden in the ravines and ravines." ”

"Zhang Tang, order the whole army to immediately change their attire and pretend to be a Huns, just say that King Youxian has issued an order to fight with the Han army at the northern foot of Wusheling Ridge, and urgently mobilize all men who can climb on horseback."

"All of them, man."

The last sentence was very soft, like a casual sentence he said, and in an instant, it was scattered in the early morning wind.

Zhang Tang, Sima Qian, and Dongfang Shuo were all tightened, and they all bowed together: "No!" ”

All, male.

It is to completely destroy, those Qiang tribes and Hun tribes......

……

In the next two thousand years, Dachaigou was famous all over the world because of a woman surnamed Dong, and for a time, it became one of the 'check-in places' on the way to Jiuquan, Jiayuguan and Dunhuang.

Yang Chuan is no stranger to this place.

Even, there is some inexplicable familiarity, because, back then, he followed the exploration team and worked in this area for nearly a year, planting a lot of explosives and firing a lot of artillery.

In the end, not a drop of oil was found, so I had to give up.

However, Yang Chuan knew that not far from Dachaigou, there was an extremely amazing reserve of refined iron ore, and the mining difficulty was not great.

This is also one of the main goals of Yang Chuan's trip.

Dachaigou iron ore.

He still remembers that the later generations of Dachaigou, the desolation of Zhente Niang, even if there is a Gulang River in the west and a Datong River in the east, it has never been able to change the predicament of drought and lack of water here, some women get up in the morning, can only take a mouthful of water in their mouths, want to rinse their mouths, and then, carefully spit on the palm of their hands, as a face wash and use it again.

But the current firewood ditch is different.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, along the road, the water of twenty or thirty mountain springs is gurgling, and in a very wide valley, there are four Haizi alone.

Cattle and sheep perch, pastoral songs are sad.

The firewood ditch like a fairyland, like a landscape painting, slowly unfolded in front of Yang Chuan and two thousand young soldiers.

"Marquis Changning, I found a Qiang tribe five miles ahead."

Zhang Tang, who was in charge of the scout sentry, galloped his horse wildly, and there were still seven or eight zhang away from Yang Chuan, so he turned over and dismounted, and strode forward: "When they saw our Hun costumes, they didn't ask a word, and directly welcomed our people in. ”

This land has been under the control of the Huns for almost three or four hundred years, although before Lao Danyu did not unify the grassland, the strength of the Huns was not very terrible, but for those Qiang tribes who are accustomed to seeing the wind and steering the rudder, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, whoever can defeat their men can sleep with their women at will.

It's a pity that Cao Xiang's dog day is not here, otherwise, he can make that thing make a mistake tonight......

Yang Chuan sat on horseback, looked into the distance, looked at the tent with smoke in the distance, and asked with a smile: "Zhang Tang, do you want to catch dozens of Qiang wives for you?" ”

Zhang Tang was silent with a dark face.

This Yang Chuan is always joking like this regardless of the occasion, but now it is wartime, and he is fighting!

The more Zhang Tang is like this, the more Yang Chuan wants to tease one or two.

So, he retracted his gaze, stared at Zhang Tang's knife face very seriously, and said with a smile: "Zhang Tang, Ben Hou wants to make a bet with you today......

Zhang Tang bluntly refused: "No bet." ”

Yang Chuan was helpless, so he had to turn his head to look at the red-faced man Sima Qian: "Sima Qian, do you dare to bet with Ben Hou?" ”

Sima Qian stiffened his neck: "Don't dare." ”

Look at these people, it's so boring, fighting is a war, jokes still have to be made, you can't let yourself feel bad just because you have to kill some people next, right?

Yang Chuan turned his head to look at Dongfang Shuo: "Mr. Dongfang, do you want to make a bet with Ben Hou?" ”

Dongfang Shuo grinned and said: "The bet you Changning Hou took the initiative to propose, and no one else has ever won, so just tell me, who still bets with you in this world?" ”

Yang Chuan thought about it sideways, as if it was really the case.

Look at this thing, it's not cool at all.

Let's get straight to it......

Yang Chuan was just about to open his mouth to give an order, but Dongfang Shuo suddenly spoke: "Changning Hou, what do you want to bet on?" ”

Yang Chuan said with a smile: "Ben Hou wants to bet with you, and when you enter the Qiang tribe later, if you are more cruel to them, the better they will be to you, just like a dog's leg, do you believe it?" ”

Dongfang Shuo nodded: "I believe it." ”

"The ancestor of the Qiang people is the Yellow Emperor, which can be regarded as the same origin as our Han Dynasty, but in the thousands of years of chaotic war with the descendants of Emperor Yan, they gradually moved away from the Central Plains ethnic groups, like some wandering dandelions, sprinkled in Mobei, Liaodong, Northwest, and Southwest, it can be said that their ethnic migration has always been a very humble gesture, which makes their ability to reproduce beyond our imagination."

"Such an ethnic group, when it encounters a strong Xiongnu, will often be humble."

"When you encounter someone weaker than them, you dare to turn your face when you land, which is much more terrifying than the steppe wolves."

"Therefore, when they see us cavalrymen dressed as Huns, they will definitely serve them with good wine and meat, for fear of offending the Huns, who are much stronger than them."

Dongfang Shuo copied and pasted what Yang Chuan had said, and grinned: "Marquis Changning, then let's make a bet, if they serve us with good wine and meat, even if you lose?" ”

Yang Chuan smiled and said, "You are cheating." ”

Dongfang Shuo's eyes widened: "Isn't betting just a lie?" ”

Yang Chuan was speechless for a while, so he had to smile and say: "Okay, let's bet on this one, if your Mr. Dongfang wins, Ben Hou is willing to gamble and lose, and promise you one thing." ”

Dongfang Shuo is overjoyed: "Good ......"

……

Yang Chuan and the others entered the Qiang tribe, as mentioned before, there was not the slightest suspicion, the leader of the Qiang tribe and the priest had already prepared wine and meat, and stood at the door of the tent to greet the 'Xiongnu nobles'.

Yang Chuan sat on his horse and looked into the distance with a cold gaze.

He once again changed into a pure white mink robe, deerskin boots, and the gold necklace around his neck was not very thick, but the night pearl on the pendant was the size of an egg, and in the daytime, it was as warm as jade, and it was unspeakably expensive.

Sister Leopard also changed her 'outfit'.

Since it is the 'divine beast' on the bed of the messenger of the Great Snow Mountain, it should be a bit of a divine beast, and the gold collar is inlaid with seven 'glazed stones', which are colorful and beautiful.

The so-called glazed stone is actually not expensive, and it is about the same price as the porcelain of Yang Chuan's family.

However, after some special treatment, those glazed stones turned into crystal clear 'balls', which were cleaner and clearer than the eyes of a lamb, and suddenly became precious.

Yang Chuan was too familiar with the Qiang tribe.

He knew that those leaders and sacrificers were more greedy than the other, and their view of the world was a bit surprising-

Ah Jiu, Ah Shi, and Ah Mu once exchanged dozens of catties of glass balls for 600 horses, 3,000 cattle and nearly 5,000 sheep......

What a good enemy.

This is a nice pasture, at a glance, full of greenery, those pale blue mountain rocks are scattered, with dense primeval forest, giving people a great feeling.

And those seas in the distance, it's so beautiful.

Who would have thought that this is such a beautiful place, in the next two thousand years, but it has become a barren mountain range, drought and little rain, every spring and winter alternate season, the cold wave from the north and the sandstorm from the northwest, will make this blue sky a mess.

In a trance, Yang Chuan thought a lot.

"Honorable Lord Huns, your servant Basang has slaughtered a hundred sturdy calves, three hundred fat lambs, and prepared fine wine and plump little women, waiting for your arrival."

The head of the Qiang tribe stepped forward respectfully, knelt down on one knee, and pressed a hand on his left chest: "I heard that a big fat sheep of the Han people came to the depths of the grassland, and the rabbits on the Gobi Desert laughed. ”

"Those lowly Han people, damn it, just 8,000 people want to graze on our pasture, and they want to defeat our noble master, this is tantamount to a toad wanting to eat swan meat, it's stupid."

Once upon a time, Yang Chuan liked the singing way of speaking of the grassland people very much, and felt that this should be human words.

Now...... Don't talk about it.

He ignored the humble tribal leader, but looked down at the Qiang priest with a solemn expression and a riotous white hair not far away: "You are the high priest of the Black Tiger Tribe?" ”

The Qiang man bowed down and said in the same singing words: "Venerable Hun lord, my name is Jiayang, I have spent endless years in a daze, I have seen the goshawk in the sky, I have seen the flying dragon in the east, and I have seen the colorful clouds in the west......"

Jiayang?

Yang Chuan frowned slightly.

The Qiang tribe of later generations, who had been influenced by the three brothers from the Ganges River for a long time, were basically brainwashed by the so-called Buddha, and were willing to be slaves for thousands of years, and finally, when someone wanted to rescue them, they were also met with an extremely fierce struggle.

It's outrageous.

Moreover, this old god sticks claim to be named Jiayang, are you serious? You know, for a long time in the afterlife, Jiayang was the meaning of Manjushri......

"Jiayang, you just have to tell me if you are a priest of the Heihu tribe."

Yang Chuan's eyes were cold, and he looked at the old god Jiayang with disgust, and said indifferently: "In addition, how many men, how many women, and how many children are not as high as the chariot in the Black Household Tribe?" ”

The old god's face changed slightly, but he still maintained a faint detachment, and replied without being salty: "I want to teach the Huns to know that there are seven hundred and twenty-three warriors in our Black Tiger Tribe, each of whom is a hero on the grassland, and every one of them is ......."

"Okay, tell your warriors, their chance to get rich has come," Yang Chuan was too lazy to listen to the old god's beep, and waved his hand, "There is a big fat sheep, it is too big, and a dozen groups of wild wolves in the grassland can't eat it at all, so I want to give everyone a share, if you are interested, immediately gather the warriors and follow us to Wusheling Ridge." ”

"That's right."

Yang Chuan seemed to remember something, and turned to a young man and ordered: "Bring some gold, mutton fat and jade, and let the head of Basang and the high priest of Jiayang choose a few favorite ......"

(End of chapter)