"The South Vietnamese know best how to deal with the South Vietnamese."

In a pass inhabited by a tribe of South Vietnam.

A man with a thin body and slightly sunken cheeks was thinking to himself.

And in front of him was a dead corpse, with countless tattoos on his face, strong muscles, and he knew that he was brave when he looked at it.

It was none other than one of the few warriors in South Vietnam, Barrow.

The scene seemed a little weird, and the man stopped thinking about it, looked at Barrow's body, and saw a dagger.

It was this dagger that pierced Barrow's heart from the back of the heart, killing him with a single blow.

The man flicked his fingers on the dagger and chuckled a few times:

"Such a warrior is difficult to deal with in the mountains and forests, so he died at home in the end."

"Why are you ?!!?"

At this moment, Barnihan went up to the second floor, and suddenly saw the man who suddenly appeared in his house, with an iron gun in his hand, and shouted:

"Who are you and why did you come to my house?"

Then, he subconsciously glanced forward and happened to see his father's corpse.

"Daddy?!"

Banihan immediately let out a cry of pain, and instead of hurriedly stepping forward, he pointed the tip of his gun at the man, gritted his teeth, and said:

"You killed my father??!"

The man faced the spear without the slightest fear on his face, but just waved his hand and said in a relaxed tone:

"Do you think I can kill your father?"

Bannihan looked the man up and down.

This emaciated physique really can't be his father's opponent, even if it's his mother, maybe she can press him to the ground.

And his own father, although his personality is more honest, even because of the Han army in these days, he is more fond of the Han family, and he has a certain good impression of the Han people.

But it's not like to let your guard down on people you don't know.

"You, go away."

Bannihan lit his spear and motioned for the man to step aside.

The man was also very obedient and quietly stepped aside.

Barnihan stepped forward to inspect Barrow's body, drew his dagger and looked at it, his hands trembling:

"The dagger of the Han army?!"

"It was the Han army who did it?!!"

"The Han army and the Heavenly Pillar God are enemies, I have long known that they have no good intentions!"

The man on one side did not leave, and when he saw a wooden barrel behind him, he simply sat down and said:

"The spear in your hand is the spear of the Han army, right?"

"You used this spear to hunt deer just now, so the deer hunter is also the Han army?"

"How do you know I'm going deer hunting?"

Bannihan regretted it even more, if only he hadn't been in a hurry to go deer hunting.

Otherwise, my father would not have been killed, and I didn't know who the murderer was.

The man looked smug:

"When you gritted your teeth just now, you didn't chisel your teeth."

"At this grade, there is no coming-of-age ceremony, and you must not have hunted deer."

"Looking at the Han-style spear in your hand, you can also know that you should have bought this spear before you started hunting deer, right?"

Barnihan calmed down a little at this point.

At this time, the leaders were all in the Han army camp, participating in the banquet, accompanied by nearly 3,000 people.

Even if the Han army wanted to do it, it would do it to the leaders who participated in the banquet.

Rashly attacking a large number of South Vietnamese natives living in the pass will only be counter-killed.

After all, in the mountains, it is their home field.

The man continued:

"The furnishings in the house are not messy."

"Apparently your father, before he died, did not have any fight with the murderer."

"And the dagger was inserted from the back of the heart, indicating that the murderer suddenly attacked when your father had his back to him and had little defense."

"Who do you think would make your father trust and be defenseless and turn his back on the other person?"

“.”

Barnihan was silent for a moment, and the first thing he thought of was his mother.

After all, there was only the body of the father in the house, but the mother was not seen.

But I think that although my parents will complain about each other and occasionally have disputes, they will never do anything to hurt each other.

So, he thought of another person:

"Bamudan?"

My father's old friend was also a comrade-in-arms who fought together in the rebellion five years ago.

Such a friendship will naturally give the back to the other party.

"It's not convenient for me to say much about your family affairs."

The man jumped off the barrel and patted his stomach:

"It's just that now your stomach is empty, and you happened to hunt deer again."

"I see that you have a copper tripod at home, so it's better to cook the deer and eat it first, and then think about how to avenge your father."

"You?"

Banihan was a little upset because of the man's frivolity.

However, I have to say that the man's words gradually unloaded his defense.

And one thing is very important, the man has always spoken the South Vietnamese vernacular.

"Who are you?"

"Me?"

The man glanced outside the house, it was still rainy, and said casually:

"Fu Xuance, an ordinary Han man."

"Fu Xuance? Han? ”

Barnihan frowned.

There are no tattoos, no chiseled teeth and lacquered teeth, but they can speak the local dialect of South Vietnam, and they can still find the passes in the deep mountains and old forests.

Therefore, he originally thought that this man was of mixed Han and Yue descent like Zhang Yiping.

Unexpectedly, he was a pure Han Chinese.

The spear in his hand pointed at Fu Xuance again.

Although he already felt in his heart that it might be Bamudan who stabbed his father in the back.

But the Han man in front of him appeared at home inexplicably, and even almost regarded his house as his own, and he still made him very unhappy with his familiar appearance.

Fu Xuance raised his hand, revealing an innocent expression:

"Your father was killed."

Barnihan held his gun, his face wary, and took a few steps forward:

"So what?"

Fu Xuance didn't struggle, and said again:

"You know in your heart who did it."

"Yes."

Fu Xuance lowered his head and continued:

"Do you hate him?"

"Father's revenge."

"Then do I have a grudge against you?"

"Nope."

"Then you don't take a gun to find someone to take revenge, you point a gun at me?"

Barnihan was silent for a moment.

It wasn't quite right, but in his hand, he didn't have any idea of putting down the spear.

"Because you're Han."

The clansmen can backstab his father, which has made him lose trust in everything around him, let alone the Han people?

Fu Xuance put down his hand with a sneer on his face.

The tip of the gun, which was almost reduced to a little in front of him, did not make him afraid, but mocked him:

"That's what the South Vietnamese think?"

"Is there such a truth in the world?"

"Han people, should be pointed at gunpoint?"

Barnihan said with a straight face:

"If you don't take a gun, how can you avenge my father?!"

Fu Xuance is also justified:

"Your dad is damned!"

"You!"

Before Banihan could make a move, Fu Xuance continued:

"Who is Bamudan?!"

"He is the general of the Jiaozhi country first, and then your people."

"What did he come back to?"

"In order for you to send troops, let you help the monarch as you did five years ago!"

Barnihan argues:

"So what, the monarch is the Tianzhu God, and we, as the people of the Tianzhu God, should help the monarch!"

Fu Xuance's tone was a little stronger:

"Does your dad want to help?"

"My dad."

The spear in Banihan's hand was still stiff, but his tone was a little weaker, and he was a little unconfident.

In fact, as far as this matter is concerned, he has not been less arguing with his father.

He was well aware of Barrow's attitude, and Daddy didn't want to help him.

"What? Look at what you mean, don't you know it too. ”

"Your father doesn't want to help Jiaozhi resist the Han army."

Fu Xuance completely grasped the initiative, and couldn't see that he was thrown at the gun, and he spit out words like beads:

"Your father doesn't want to help Jiaozhi, but Bamudan wants to help."

"Bamudan will not let there be two voices in the clan, your clan is strong from the crowd, he must win enough strength for the country of Jiaozhi."

"So your dad deserves to die."

"When your father is dead, no one can disagree with him."

"You should also be aware that your father's thoughts are different from Bamudan's, maybe he is already thinking about it and secretly taking refuge in the big man, right?"

Barnihan was shocked, it was.

He hadn't thought much about it before, but now that he remembered carefully, his father had spent the night at the chief's house for several days recently, as if he was plotting something.

Could it be that it is a matter of throwing in Han?

As a result, the incident was known to Bamudan, and then Bamudan jumped over the wall in a hurry, and simply didn't do anything.

It's just that in his heart, he still doesn't want to accept Fu Xuance's statement like this.

didn't want to really accept his father, so he was killed by Bamudan, so he kept trying to convince himself:

"That's not just my dad!"

"There are some other leaders in the clan, and they don't want to help the Heavenly Pillar God!"

"They are the leaders, and their status is higher than my father's, why didn't Bamudan kill them?!"

"Them?"

Fu Xuance snorted coldly:

"Why do you think they will survive today?"

"Huh?"

Banihan was stunned, he couldn't understand, he just went to the banquet, why couldn't he live?

Fu Xuance began to ask and answer himself:

"What's the best way to get you to send troops?"

"Make enemies."

"Let the Great Han become your enemy completely, and let you hate the Great Han."

"When the time comes, whether your clansmen are loyal believers of the Tianzhu God or not, they will be enemies of the Great Han."

"This is in line with the interests of the Cochin country."

"Suppose the leaders go to the Han army camp and go to a Hongmen banquet, all of them are dead, and the rest of the clansmen are gone."

"Will it be an enemy of the Great Han?"

"Will you hate the big man?"

When Banihan heard this, the spear in his hand was already a little loose, and he struggled in his heart:

"That's the truth."

But he tightened his spear again:

"But if Emperor Han set up a Hongmen banquet, wouldn't it be equivalent to being our enemy?"

"Then we are enemies of the Han army, and that's right!"

"Aha!"

Fu Xuance let out a long laugh:

"But if it's your leader, what if you want to turn this wine banquet into a Hongmen banquet?"

"If there are a few people in the middle of the banquet, while everyone is drunk, and kills the killer, what will be the situation?"

"This"

Banihan just wanted to say, how could someone be so unwise that they didn't want their lives.

hesitated for a moment, and the scene of going to the Changshan Holy Land on weekdays to worship the god of Tianzhu came to mind.

I remembered the fanaticism of some people in the clan for the Tianzhu God, and my father had told him in the past that the clansmen fought for the Tianzhu God on the battlefield and forgot to die.

He felt that it was not impossible.

It is true that there are people who do not hesitate to lay down their lives for the sake of fanatical faith.

Fu Xuance's voice was a little lower, with a hint of bewitchment:

"If the leaders all die in the Hongmen Banquet, who is left to lead the Nanyue people?"

"Warrior Barrow?"

"But he's dead."

"Baba Mudan?"

Banihan was shocked in his heart, if he only thought that there was a fifty percent chance of his father's death, it was Bamudan's doing.

Now it's 70 percent.

Fu Xuance exuded a confident aura, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and continued:

"If many people in the clan are also dead, combined with the news that the leaders were ambushed and killed during the banquet, who will your clansmen hate?"

"Who will you seek revenge on?"

Banihan glanced at the spear in his hand, and without thinking about it, the clansmen would definitely have the same idea as him just now, and directly seek revenge from the Han army.

In this way, it was in line with Bamudan's wishes, and it was just right for the clansmen to fight for the monarch, so as to achieve the purpose of resisting the Han army.

Fu Xuance was caught off guard and interrupted Barneyhan's thoughts, and asked coldly:

"Will you avenge your father?"

Banihan's face was resolute, and the hand holding the spear was extremely strong, and he said fiercely:

"That's nature!"

Seeing this, Fu Xuance took a few steps forward directly, with the tip of the gun on his chest.

The tip of the spear was about to pierce his clothes and his skin, but he looked directly into Banihan's eyes, awe-inspiring and fearless:

"That's how you avenged your father?"

Banihan's hand was completely loosened, and the spear fell to the ground.

He cried out, the whole person seemed to collapse, and the emotions in his heart were not hidden without a trace.

After all, he was only sixteen years old.

Just died of his father, his mother's whereabouts are unknown, and the future of the ethnic group is also extremely worried, and they are still being coerced to be enemies of the Han army.

As a teenager, he couldn't do much, and he was really helpless.

But he cried two or three times, vented his emotions, and stopped.

He had hunted deer, and although he had no teeth and no writing, he was already an adult.

Bannihan picked up his spear again and was about to go out.

"Where are you going?"

"Find Bamudan."

"Aren't you hungry?"

Fu Xuance looked light-hearted, and he couldn't see that he was still being pointed at a gun just now, and his life was hanging by a thread.

Gollum –

Banihan's stomach rang just in time.

Deer hunting is an extremely physically demanding job, and he originally planned to let his mother cook a venison meal and treat himself to a good meal after returning from the deer hunt.

"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools."

Banihan was stunned, he knew this, so he went to the Han army market and bought a spear.

Fu Xuance said:

"Can you find Bamudan?"

Banihan also felt a little upset just now, and was ashamed and embarrassed:

"Can't find it."

"Can you convince the people who are being held hostage by Bamudan?"

"I can't."

Banihan shook his head, and the others whispered that he was not yet an adult deer hunter.

If he really wanted to speak with weight, the corpse lying on the ground might be his own.

"Have you beaten Bamudan??"

"Hit, can't beat"

Banihan was even more speechless, he was too reckless just now.

Fu Xuance pointed downstairs:

"Then why don't you go and slaughter the deer and fill your stomach first?"

Barnihan felt that this didn't seem to be right, but Fu Xuance's words seemed to be demagogic.

So, he was still patient, listened to Fu Xuance's command, and went downstairs to fetch the deer.

Then he used the dagger that stuck his father to die, cut the deer, cleaned it up, and put it in the copper tripod to cook.

Taking advantage of the cooking time, Banihan struck the teeth with the handle of the dagger, knocking two teeth down.

Seeing the bloody teeth in his hand, he grinned, and now he was a complete adult.

He hurried to a jar containing herbs to stop bleeding.

This was also bought from the Han Army Market, where the Han Army specially found someone to prepare herbs to stop bleeding after chiseling teeth.

There are even objects that are used to fill teeth even further to prevent the South Vietnamese from chiseling the wrong teeth and regretting them.

After stopping the bleeding, Banihan looked at Fu Xuance.

He didn't know why he didn't drive this Han man away, but sat down and politely invited him to a meal.

But thinking that the invitation could not be in vain, and there was no one around to discuss, he also rushed to the doctor, saying:

"How do you think I can get revenge?"

Barnihan spoke a little leaky.

Fu Xuance had a full meal, picked his teeth, and burped: "Hiccup—"

After picking his teeth, he plucked his ears again and said casually:

"What did you say?"

Barnihan was stunned, this time Fu Xuance spoke Chinese.

He frowned slightly, thought about it, and then also used Chinese:

"Sir, how do I avenge my father?"

"Revenge, it's easy."

Fu Xuance patted his stomach and made a satisfied sound:

"Tongding, buy it from the Han Army Market."

"Yes"

"Salt, this is good salt, and it was bought in the Han Army Market, right?"

"Yes"

Fu Xuance pointed to the spear in the corner:

"The gun pointing at me was also bought from the Han army."

"Herbs to stop bleeding, things in this room."

Barnihan bowed a little uncomfortably:

"Please also sir."

Fu Xuance stood up, his eyes flashing:

"Bamudan wants to enlist the support of his people and use it against the Han army."

"Why fight against the Han army?"

"Because he's afraid!"

"The monarch of Jiaozhi is far inferior to the sages of the Han Emperor, and the soldiers and horses of Jiaozhi are not as brave as the Han army."

"Zhang Yiping and Gao Rang have two hands, but they are only courtiers after all."

"So he's afraid."

"Whatever your enemy is afraid of, you should use against him."

Banihan looked hesitant:

"You want me to vote?"

He was still a little entangled in his heart, after all, he believed in the Heavenly Pillar God.

"Which is more important, your father or the Pillar God?"

Banihan had already decided, and resolutely said:

"I'm going to go to Han."

On second thought, too.

Only the Han army can deal with Bamudan.

Anyway, he is dealing with Bamudan, and he is not the king of the Tianzhu God.

At this time, Fu Xuance had a contemptuous look on his face, and his posture was full of control:

"Among the Han army, is there still a sixteen-year-old pawn who hunts deer?"

Barnihan was said to have a face of shame:

"So what should I do?"

"Simple."

Fu Xuance stretched his waist and looked a little sleepy:

"The Changshan is so big that the South Vietnamese don't live in dense areas."

"It's like you don't have a few families in the neighborhood."

"There are not a few people who live scattered in the mountains and forests, or who are not in the clan when they have temporary troubles, and who are not carried away by Bamudan."

If Banihan has enlightenment:

"What does the gentleman mean"

Fu Xuance said:

"You gathered these people together to show that Bamudan killed your father, and with your father's prowess among the people, you can also convince some people."

"Even if there are only a few dozen people, it is enough, ambush in the holy land, waiting for the Han army, drive Bamudan to the holy land, and suddenly attack, it is enough to solve Bamudan."

Banihan nodded, but was a little puzzled:

"Sir, how can you be sure that the Han army will definitely win, and will be able to drive Bamudan to the holy land?"

Fu Xuance swore and said:

"Although Bamudan is quite prestigious, and he has coerced many people with deceitful tactics, he has not been in the clan for many years after all, and he is unpopular."

"Therefore, I will inevitably think of more ways to the Tianzhu God, and in the name of the Tianzhu God, let the clansmen fight with the Han army."

"This Changshan Holy Land is the place where you worship the Heavenly Pillar God on weekdays, and there is also a statue of the Heavenly Pillar God on it."

"It's best to bring people together."

"As for the Han army."

"The Han army may not be able to win, but the emperor will definitely win."

Bannihan was puzzled:

"Does it make a difference?"

Fu Xuance showed a hint of worry at this time:

"Zhang Yiping has the style of a general, and Bamudan must not act privately."

"If the two of them had a plan earlier, I'm afraid that now Zhang Yiping has already led the troops and is on the way to Changshan."

"And that Zhang Yiping has been stationed in Jiuzhen County for a long time, and his courage is abnormal, and he will never just stand still and wait to be killed."

"That's right."

Bannihan doesn't seem to understand, he doesn't understand at all.

"Then I'll go find someone, and gather a certain number of people before I can deal with Bamudan."

"Go ahead, I'll lend you this room and take a nap."

Fu Xuance yawned and lay down generously.

It was not until Bannihan was gone that he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It doesn't matter how Barrow died, and it doesn't matter how Bamudan knew about Barrow's plot.

The important thing is that Bamudan did have this motive, and that Barrow's son believed it.

That's enough.

I just don't know if the Han Emperor can properly solve the matter of this "Hongmen Banquet". ”

"If those people are really allowed to succeed and kill the pro-Han faction of the South Vietnamese leaders, even if they can defeat Bamudan and his South Vietnamese natives."

"If you want to win over the hearts of the natives of South Vietnam, I'm afraid it's also a fool's dream."

——

Bamudan was very similar to Fu Xuance's plan, carrying a large number of clansmen and sneaking into the deep mountains and old forests.

"The Han military market paralyzed us and befriended us, but behind the scenes, a Hongmen banquet was set up."

"The leaders have been buried under the swords of the Han army, and many warriors in the clan have also died!"

"We want to avenge our kindred!"

Bamudan held a spear in his hand and a large knife at his waist, and his voice was clear and powerful:

"Our people were killed by Han thieves and brutally killed, and we were forced to flee the mountains and forests!"

"Do you want to let them die in vain?"

"Are we going to suffer this shameless act in silence?"

His voice slowly raised, and angry emotions controlled his fists:

"Changshan is the place where our ancestors have lived for generations, and on the top of the mountain, there is a holy place in the clan, and there is a holy statue of the Heavenly Pillar God!"

"This is our home!"

"At home, under the gaze of the Tianzhu God, can we still let the Han thief be bullied?!"

Bamudan's words struck a chord with the indigenous people of South Vietnam.

They began to slowly gather together, and their voices became louder and louder.

"For the sake of the clansmen, for the glory of the Tianzhu God, let us fight together!"

"Fight! War! War! ”

When Bamudan saw this, he knew that something big could be decided.

After all, he is not alone, and Zhang Yiping has support.

He had already sent a letter to Zhang Yiping, although Zhang Yiping felt that this strategy was too vicious and actually harmed his fellow clan, but from a strategic point of view, it was no problem.

The Han army went deep into the mountains and forests, and there were South Vietnamese natives who fought and entangled, and then they were besieged by Zhang Yiping's army.

If the Han army ignores it and directly attacks Jiuzhen County, it will be flanked from the front and back.

It can be said that no matter whether the Han army knew that it was calculated, it chose to go deep into the mountains and forests to completely solve the disaster of South Vietnam.

Or ignore it and go straight to the army.

There is only one end to defeat.

(End of chapter)