Huainan.

Liu Qian's face turned a little pale, and he looked down at a brief book handed to him by Liu An.

On the bamboo slip is the number of iron tools prepared in and out of Huainan in recent years, and the number is so large that it is shocking.

"What did Father do with this pig iron?"

Liu Qian had already thought of the answer, and there was a trace of horror in his heart, and at the same time there was a faint excitement.

"Build ordnance."

Liu An's expression was calm, and he was quite satisfied with his son's reaction: "You have to know these things sooner or later, and you should be prepared to understand them earlier." ”

Crafting ordnance, sure enough......

At this moment, Liu Qian's heart beat like a drum, and he asked in a trembling voice: "How long has Father been preparing?" ”

"It's been a few years. If you return to Chang'an in the future, no matter whether you succeed or fail, you will have to change your identity. ”

Liu An means that if you succeed, you will be the prince, and if you lose, you will be a prisoner on death row!

Liu Qian took a deep breath: "What preparations has Father made?" ”

"In addition to the preparation, armor, other arrangements involve all aspects. If we are weak, then we will join forces with the other side and lead the two to fight, which is the way to fight. ”

The other side can only be the Huns...... Liu Qian said: "Father is conspiring with the Huns? ”

"It's just a matter of using each other, if you don't do this, how can you cause chaos and turmoil and get opportunities?"

"Why does Father want to be so ......?"

Liu Qian didn't dare to say those two words directly, and instead said, "When does Father plan to start?" ”

"Don't be busy moving yet, the arrangement has been arranged for a long time, but it's ridiculous that Chang'an is still unconscious."

"If we fail, we ......"

"Don't worry, I've been ready to retreat a long time ago, even if we fail, our vein will not be gone, it's just a place of peace!"

"Ah Mei is still ...... in Chang'an"

"She's much smarter than she is, and she'll take care of herself."

Liu An glanced at the direction of Chang'an outside the window.

After waiting for so many years, I finally have to take the first step.

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Towards evening, the fiery sunset clouds the sky.

The wind howled on the prairie.

Da Shan Yu Yizhi was expressionless, looking down at the corpse with a big hole in Qu Meng's chest.

The corpse had been dead for twenty days, but it was protected by the mysterious power of the Xiongnu shaman, and it did not decay, but its face was black and purple, which was very terrifying.

Qu Meng's chest, at this time, he could still feel a cold soldier stirring.

Not far away, Huo Quai's spear was projected through the air to kill Qu Meng, the blood had dried up, but the sharp qi machine was still hovering on the body of the gun.

The great shaman was also on the side, his fingers were black and angry, and he pointed at the center of his eyebrows, as if he was connecting life and death for him and carrying out the final sacrifice!

The great shaman also sensed the condensation of the wound on Qumeng's chest.

In the past few days, he had tried to extract that power.

But every time you let go of your hand, the wound will soon have the qi of the soldier converging again, and it will be agitated.

"The power left by this Han general has destroyed everything in Qu Meng's body, and there is not even a trace of his life soul." The Great Shaman frowned.

The Huns believed that there was still a world after death, and the cultivation of the soul was to look forward to the day when the body would die, and the soul would grow stronger, and they could enter the world after death.

But in this case, Qumeng is really dead, and his soul is scattered.

"Let's bury it!"

The corpse lay on a wolfskin mat in the grasslands further north of Ulaanbaatar, in the open wilderness, with a river winding in the distance and a colorful greenery.

This is a valley, the burial ground of the Subu clan.

The cemeteries of the Huns were usually found in forested valleys, along large rivers or tributaries, in groups.

Qu Meng is the head of the contemporary Subu clan, and he is also the king of the Xiongnu right valley, with a respected status.

So even Yi Zhixian came to the funeral in person.

Inside and outside the valley, there were tens of thousands of Xiongnu kings and soldiers under the Xubu clan, and no one made a sound quietly.

There was only the whistling of the wind, whimpering in everyone's ears.

"I ...... The lord of the grassland tribes will personally cut off the head of the Han general and make it into a wine vessel. ”

Yi Zhi's expression was solemn: "Buried, kill the sacrifice!" ”

Cutting off the heads of the leaders of the hostile forces was the way for the Huns to show their bravery.

The living sacrifice is also a ritual for the burial of the Xiongnu magnate, the more noble the Xiongnu, the more solemn the burial. He will kill all his former slaves and bury them, so that the world he enters after death can still be served by these servants.

At this time, around the valley, there were hundreds of people who were holding their heads by the Hun soldiers kneeling, both men and women, with frightened expressions, all of them were Qumeng's slaves before his death.

The slaves of the Huns were almost all Han Chinese who plundered.

It is impossible for them to let the people and horses of the headquarters accompany the burial, so most of the people killed are Han Nu!

The Hun soldier in charge of killing the sacrifice, holding a sharp short knife in his hand, moved in unison, pressed against the slave's neck, and shot quickly and ruthlessly, cutting a wound that split the throat.

Then exert force to suppress the dying and struggling sacrifice.

The power that people generate before they die can even break the cords that bind them.

Violent struggle, the ground was kicked out of two deep ravines, the pain of a broken throat, despair, fear, numbness, all emotions were quickly frozen on the faces of those who struggled violently.

As the blood splattered from their necks, they slowly became motionless, and their lives and body temperatures passed quickly.

Eventually, everything fell silent.

Among the Huns who were executed, someone brought the blood-stained blade to his mouth, licked it, and kicked the corpse into the burial pit under the valley with his feet.

Soon the filling was completed, and a desolate trumpet sounded in the steppe.

Yi Zhi tilted his head and looked at the south: "The Han people dare to attack my Xiongnu, and they want to make it return a hundred times." ”

The great shaman beside him held a yellowish bone plate in his hand, which looked like the skull of some kind of creature, and was filled with blood.

And at this moment, the blood in it suddenly distorted into lines of Xiongnu characters: "Your manpower, have you ever reached Wuhuan?" ”

Yi Zhi glanced at the handwriting on the bone on En's hand:

"Tell him that when we withdraw, according to what we had agreed with him, we left an elite army to go east, and hid it in Wuhuan. If someone from the Han people in Beiguan raises a fire, my team will appear to help him! ”

The great shaman responded according to what Yi Zhixian said, and after a while, he saw a change in the handwriting on the bone vessel: "There will be news in three days." ”

Yi Zhixian: "How sure are you that you can make Chang'an messy?" ”

Changes in blood stains on bones: "I have been preparing for this day for a long time......"

"The Han general who killed Qumeng, where is he now?"

"The Han people are celebrating the victory in the Battle of Beiguan, and the emperor is feasting on hundreds of officials in Chang'an!"

This is the end of the handwriting.

Yi Zhi looked at the great shaman obliquely: "The Han people want to use my Xiongnu's soldiers and horses, we fancy the opportunity to loot and kill the Han army, how much hope does the great shaman think this time?" ”

"The place where Han people are most lucky is Chang'an, and it depends on whether there will be changes in Chang'an." The Great Shaman said.

Yi Zhixian: "That person...... What exactly is the origin of the great shaman, does the great shaman know? ”

"I don't know, but I guess it's the descendants of the Qin dynasty, or a certain country earlier. He seems to have a bitter hatred for the current Han family. ”

The Great Shaman said, "He has at least one thing in him that is beyond worldly power to obscure any traceability."

I've used a few ancestral artifacts that I've inherited, but I haven't been able to find any information about him.

He had this kind of power in order to operate in the Han land and escape the pursuit of the Han emperor. ”

"Is he alone, or is it many?"

The great shaman shook his head slightly: "I don't know." ”

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In the evening, Chang'an.

"Have you found all of them?"

Huo Qubing sat in the command hall of the Chang'an Guard, which was where Lang Zhong ordered Shi Jian to work at ordinary times.

It happened that Shi Jian went home early today, and it was said that his father was unwell.

Shi Jian is a filial son, and his name will be passed on to future generations because of this incident.

"I have asked people to find Lang Zhongling, Shi Jian and Cheng Buzhi, two generals, Zhang Cigong, a lieutenant of the Northern Army, ......" It was Song Ran who replied, and Xiao Ying on the other side.

Huo Qubing was in charge of taking over the Chang'an Guard, and Song Ran and Xiao Ying were sent to assist him.

At this moment, there is also a big turmoil within the secret detectives.

The Chang'an Guards included the Southern Army, the Northern Army and the Forbidden Army.

All three were nominally under the jurisdiction of Lang Zhongling Shi Jian, and he was directly in charge of the forbidden army. The southern army was under the command of Changle Wei Wei Cheng Buzhi, and the northern army was headed by Zhang Cigong.

"What's wrong with Zhang Cigong?" Huo Quzhi asked.

"Our people are looking for him, about ...... I should have gone to a private house somewhere to meet people. ”

At this time, a secret detective came in and whispered a few words to Xiao Ying.

Huo Quzhi heard that he was reporting Zhang Cigong's whereabouts, so he said: "Zhang Cigong's place, I'll go there in person." ”

In the south of Chang'an City, outside a courtyard.

Huo Quzhi led people to the time of wiping the dark, galloped over, and a secret detective stepped forward to smash the closed door, and the group broke in.

There were several close entourages of Zhang Cigong in the house, standing on the verandah, obviously knowing Huo Quai, and they were stunned when they saw him come in, but they did not resist.

Huo Quzhi waved his hand, didn't let too many people follow, and walked to the depths of the courtyard by himself.

His thoughts spread out, and he had already found out the situation in the inner house, so he came to a house and knocked on the door before pushing it open.

There was a couple of men and women in the room, who had just come down from the couch, and the man was Zhang Cigong.

The woman's body is white and flowery, her face is panicked, she has just put on a robe, her hair is scattered, it is the daughter of the king of Huainan, the lord Liu Ling.

Zhang Cigong saw that it was Huo Quai, breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "You didn't come to say hello to me, just broke in like this, what happened?" ”

Huo Qu thought that if you fall into the hands of others, maybe you will use it to implicate your uncle, and you yourself will die with it, thinking that I am willing to come?

(End of chapter)