As he expected, the two armies finally fought a decisive battle in Daijun, and Liu Jing predicted Zang Di's defeat the moment he heard the name of Daijun:

"In addition to the fierce generals under the emperor's command, there is also a strong general Chen Feng in the field. You're more familiar with him than I am, he's a top fighter.

Moreover, the fact that the army on the right dared to take the road from Zhao State shows that Zhang Cang has almost mastered the situation of Zhao Land.

The grain and grass of the Zhao State will be supplied endlessly, and even if it is necessary to fight a protracted war, the army will have no worries.

Alas, it's just a pity that Zang Di just bought the batch of good horses, and I don't know how many of them can be left for the court after a few bloody battles. ”

Lao Nie still remembered that he was skeptical when he heard it, and he was full of disapproval, feeling that Liu Jing was a bit of a god, and he dared to speak out about the war hundreds of miles away.

Later, the direction of the decisive battle was guessed by him again, and Lao Nie was completely convinced by him, obeyed his words, and no longer tried to argue with him about anything.

After an unknown number of days, after watching the low ridges in the distance gradually turn brown and yellow, and the first snow fell on the grassland, Liu Jing waited for news from the Han land.

Lao Nie's black fur shone in the morning sun, and a few feet away, he shouted excitedly at Liu Jing,

"Victory, victory!

You really got it right, the Han Emperor won a big victory, and Zang Di died! ”

Liu Jing was stunned for a moment, and the first thought in his heart was-

It seems that he doesn't have to be dragged to death on a horse.

Unexpectedly, this battle of rebellion was fought more smoothly than he expected in advance, and it was actually decided by a battle.

He slapped the sheep's buttocks hard, blasted the milked sheep into the pen, and then, like ordinary herdsmen, rubbed his hands on the placket of his clothes, and sat cross-legged on the grass, grinning and smiling.

Old Nie stood in front of him panting breathlessly and said loudly,

"I heard that as soon as Zang Di and the main army crossed the border, the prime minister of Yan State reversed-"

"-Prime Minister, is it Wen Scabies?"

"It seems to be called this name, and then the prime minister easily took Handan City.

And that's not all, and guess what?

Zang Di's backyard caught fire, and he was bent on a quick solution, and went back to clean up the prime minister, but there was another one in his own team, whose name was the one who fell off. ”

"Zhao Shi fell off the tail, then I understand, no wonder this battle went so smoothly, dare to be a two-sided attack."

"That's right!

In the end, Zang Di was not killed by the army, but fell off his horse and died in anger. ”

Liu Jing sighed, it was really favored by God, even the emperor's reputation could be preserved so well, and he rebelled against the heavens, but the traitor himself died violently.

"You hurry up and pack up, now, you can always go and break with Da Shan Yu."

Lao Nie looked even more excited than him, and he was overflowing with joy, eager to immediately drag him to meet Mao Dun Shan Yu.

"What's the hurry," Liu Jing said slowly,

"I'm not going, I'm just sitting here and waiting for him to come to me.

Also, do you know how the Huns made covenants, and I mean formal covenants between nations.

Is it also a grand ceremony, like the enthronement ceremony of the Han land, and then swear an oath in public?

If it weren't for that, and they didn't have a written word, wouldn't they have forgotten what was agreed in the oath in two years? ”

***

Old Nie smiled, glanced at Liu Jing's thin arm, and said ill-intentionedly,

"Then you wash your arms clean, and wait for them to be cut, and pay tribute to heaven with blood.

You don't understand, the formal covenant must be made by blood, and you have to go to the shaman to have a prayer ceremony, and then you will slaughter a yak and swear to the heavens. ”

Liu Jing knew that shamans were shamans worshipped by the grassland peoples, and they were a symbol of wisdom in their minds.

The grassland people rely on the sky for food, live on nomadism, cattle, sheep, horses and llamas grow in the vast nature, and birth, old age, sickness and death are all affected by the sky.

Therefore, they attach great importance to the communication between man and heaven, and are extremely awe and worship the natural power of God.

In their eyes, the shaman bears the sacred duty of conveying the will of the heavens and communicating the relationship between heaven and man, and is the core figure of the spiritual world of the Xiongnu people, as well as the person and host of all rituals, ceremonies and prayers.

"The shaman of the Huns, is it hereditary?"

"Yes and no." Lao Nie explained,

"Women are not passed on to men, and besides, they have to go through layers of selection."

"Selection? How to choose? Let's see who can talk to God better? ”

Liu Jing said with a little teasing.

He is an authentic Confucian student, who believes in the sages advocated "Zi Bu Silent Strange Power and Chaos God", and has always listened to the things of witches, shamans, nightmares, and ghosts, but he doesn't care about it.

The so-called "don't ask the common people to ask the ghosts and gods" is not easy for him.

Lao Nie has walked among the mountains and rivers in the border areas all the year round, and has seen the power of wind, sand and snowstorms, so deep in his heart, he is very in awe of the power of God.

Seeing Liu Jingyu jokingly, worried that he would suffer from God's punishment, he hurriedly corrected,

"Don't talk nonsense. The so-called selection and assessment is to see who invites more gods, and who invites gods with great skills, who can be a great shaman.

You don't care about it now, but when you go back and forth a few more times, and see the winds that kill people a few more times, you will also pray for God's protection.

Today's great shaman is an old woman, and according to legend, she is almost a hundred years old.

There is no calendar on the prairie, and when the autumn grass turns yellow, it will be another year, and no one can tell how long she has lived. ”

Liu Jing saw that Lao Nie was sincerely worried about him, so he no longer joked, and thought with emotion that before leaving, the ministers of the Han Dynasty regarded the Xiongnu as wild and untamed barbarians, saying that they valued the young and the strong, despised the old and weak, and had no humanity and etiquette, but during this period he looked sideways, and the Huns respected older women no less than the Han people.

In the final analysis, if people have faith, they will have awe, whether it is shamanism, immortality, morality, gods, arhats, or other unfathomable powers.

The two of them were chatting energetically, when they suddenly saw Mao Dunshan and the youngest Ake beside him hurriedly running over, and said to Liu Jing with a rare stroke,

"Shan Yu invites you to go to the king's tent."

Hearing this, Liu Jing got up "Teng", turned his head and got into the felt tent, and his still jerky Xiongnu language came from the tent.

"Wait a minute, I'll have to change my clothes and take my knot.

Lao Nie, you can go with me, in case I still don't understand something, don't miss the conversation. ”

***

Liu Jing, who was dressed in a deep coat, held his knot, followed behind Ak with Lao Nie, and walked quickly towards the largest big white tent.

He suddenly remembered something, and asked Lao Nie curiously,

"If this trip is negotiated and the two countries exchange trade, won't it be difficult for you to do business in the future?"

Lao Nie touched his chin and smiled,

"You're a scholar again. Even if you open the gates, you can't buy and sell everything, right?

Will you sell weapons and food to the Huns without any taboos? Will the Huns be confident and bold to sell your war horses?

As long as there is a ban on sale in this world, I will have my own way of making money.

If you want to buy a lot of horses in the future, maybe you'll have to go my way. ”