Leaving the world of riding and chopping.

Zhang Qi sat in the king's tent and pondered.

There are too few talents under his hands who can handle it, and he can't compare with Liu Che, a pig next door with a population of tens of millions.

If he wants to carry out the great cause of navigation, he must know how to be a shipwright in this industry, and there are talents in Liaodong and Liaoxi, but can he go?

Steady and steady development is the development policy he has set now, and Zhang Qi at this moment does not want to be exposed to the vision of those people in Han as soon as possible.

The 30,000 people hidden in the vast northeast plain are very stable, so stable that if they don't come to him deliberately, no one can find them.

But stability means that a lot of things will be missed, and for a while, Zhang Qi fell into a dilemma.

"The plot of Ma Yi is about to begin, this battle is the opportunity to decide the Han to completely launch a war against the Huns, although the Han Dynasty and the Xiongnu did not have a single casualty in this battle, but the subsequent waves are extremely turbulent."

Zhang Qi recalled the bits and pieces of Ma Yi's plot in his mind.

In June, the Han Dynasty's 300,000 troops built a perfect encirclement around the city of Mayi on several mountain ranges, and as long as the military ministers brought people into the encirclement, the Han Dynasty's soldiers could besiege the 200,000 Xiongnu army to death.

Unfortunately, the scheme is good, but the details are insufficient.

The picture of only seeing cattle and sheep but not herdsmen in the mountains made Shan Yu, a military minister who was originally a nomadic herder, vigilant.

Let people scratch a few tongues, under the threat of their lives, soon, the military minister Shan Yu understood that this was a trap, before the encirclement, the Hun army dispersed, and Wang Hui, the Daxing who led the operation, actually watched the Huns leave and did not dare to move.

The whole army of 300,000, as long as he leads the soldiers around him to rise up, not to mention the total annihilation of the 200,000 army of the Huns, but at least it will not be as ugly as after that both sides were not killed or wounded.

The Xiongnu dispersed, and the Han army returned to the dynasty.

Liu Che was furious, he gave all his trust to Wang Hui, but Wang Hui did not grasp it, was detained and imprisoned, and committed suicide in prison, it was also because of his suicide that Han Anguo, the imperial historian of the Lord and faction, completely saw Liu Che's plan, and since then the Han Dynasty has entered an atmosphere of absolute political correctness towards Hungary.

In September, the border counties were also retaliated against by the enraged Huns, and the people were displaced and their finances were taken into captivity.

The Han Dynasty did not resist, and only a few words remained in the history books, and for a few months, Hu Hun went.

Zhang Qi is desperately squeezing the memories in his mind, wanting to recall all the bits and pieces, although what is written in the book is not necessarily absolute, but the general trend must be so!

This is where the heritage of civilization with 5,000 years of inheritance lies, and every word, every sentence, is a precious information printed from the long river of time.

"Perhaps."

After a long time, Zhang Qi, who was sweating profusely, leaned on his back a little weakly, and muttered to himself: "You can gamble!" ”

"There are still two months to go until June, and perhaps my eyes should not be on the cautious population of Buyeo."

Zhang Qi got up from his seat and came to a map, which was a map of the surroundings of Hulun Lake drawn by Liu Chai.

"They can't run, they just have time to go and plunder, and the most important thing now is the Huns!"

Looking at the lines on the map, Zhang Qi's eyes were blazing.

"The Hun army should have set off a long time ago, now the grassland is empty, killing cattle, killing sheep, plundering food, I have the world of riding and chopping, the army can move forward lightly, there is no logistical pressure, no baggage trouble, as long as I want to, I can even fight all the way to Shan Yuting!"

Zhang Qi's hand pinched the map stiffly: "Only kill cattle, only kill sheep, only plunder food, don't want people, wait for the 200,000 Huns army to retreat to the desert, what awaits them is famine!" ”

"If there is a famine, they will gather in Shan Yuting, and if there is a famine, they will go south in advance to plunder!"

"Is there enough food to eat?"

"It's definitely not enough, the cattle and sheep are dead, even if you grab more, it's not enough for the grassland people, so what can I do?"

"What will happen after the Huns have plundered?"

"People!"

"Grain and grass substitution!"

A line appeared in Zhang Qi's mind, connected into a string.

Turning back suddenly, Zhang Qi shouted: "Someone! ”

Two female soldiers entered the account and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty! ”

"Quick pass!"

While speaking, Zhang Qi returned to the table, took out a piece of cloth, and quickly wrote something on it.

After a while, Zhang Qi handed the written cloth to the female soldier: "Let Liu Chai send three military outposts to Liaodong County, with the banner of Xianbei, let them find a way to contact the Taishou of Liaodong County, and tell him that I have a big gift, it depends on whether he dares to ask for it!" ”

"No!"

The female soldier took the cloth and turned to leave.

Zhang Qi determined what he was going to do in his heart, his spirit relaxed, closed his eyes and leaned on the upper seat to rest.

Just now, in order to recall the bits and pieces of Ma Yi's scheme, the consumption of brain power was really too great, and as soon as the string was loosened, his whole person was drowsy.

After waving his hand and asking the female soldier to leave and not disturb him, Zhang Qi fell asleep on the upper seat.

In a daze, Zhang Qi only felt the change in temperature, and then a big curtain was placed on his body, he didn't wake up, and slept soundly.

The next day.

Wang Li, Hu Shui and the two armies of 2,000 people were assembled.

Zhang Qi also woke up at this time.

There is no need to wash up, and after wiping his face, Zhang Qi took his blade, bow and arrow, and rode to the place where the army was assembled.

"My warriors!"

Immediately, Zhang Qi spread his arms as if he was holding these soldiers in his arms.

"I need you, the gods need you, dare to serve the dead!"

As soon as the words fell, the army gave Zhang Qi the most powerful response.

"Die for you! Die for the gods! Die well deserved! Die well deserved! ”

"Die for you! Die for the gods! Die well deserved! Die well deserved! ”

“.”

Fanatical emotions infect everyone, and these soldiers under Zhang Qi believe that after their death, they will enter the ranch of the gods, where they are

It is not an exaggeration to say that faith in this era is the primary productive force!

People live to yearn for the beautiful, and no one can stop it.

"Whole army! Come with me! ”

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

A dull but loud horn sounded, and with the movement of the banner, more than 2,000 people and more than 6,000 horses went in the direction of the Great Khing'an Mountains at the same time.

That's right, it's the Great Khing'an Mountains, Buyeo, and the two clans, let them enjoy life for a while.

Zhang Qi wants to level the grassland this time!

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Half a month later.

Iron hooves trampled on the blood, and cries of despair were heard all around.

The white demon is here again.

The tribal magnates around Hulun Lake trembled.

The knights in armor glittering silver in the sunlight wore out their courage once more.

They couldn't understand why their tribe was united but still couldn't stop these evil spirits, the arrows fired by the warriors of the steppe they couldn't dodge, and the magnates saw the evil spirits spurting blood from the neck bite a steppe warrior to death with their teeth.

They closed their eyes in despair, and the magnates present knew that the original style of these white demons, the tribes that were conquered, and there were no survivors.

It's just that they waited for a long time for the butcher's knife, until the surroundings were quiet, but no one took their lives, only the ranch, and the wails of cattle and sheep before their tragic deaths continued.

The steppe magnates were blinded.

The white devil has changed his character?

Don't kill the powerful?

They don't know yet that hunger awaits them in the future, which is more painful than death.

(End of chapter)