"Corpse Spring, what did you say?!"

In the king's tent, as soon as the words of the corpse had fallen, his brothers had rushed up and grabbed him by the collar, and most of the tribe had frowned.

It's hard to imagine that this is the corpse that they usually look forward to, watching him surrounded and no one goes up to help.

"Get out of the way!"

Corpse Spring, a tall man who was much braver than his brothers, forced them away with a few punches and kicks, even punching a younger brother in the face, his hair hanging down, and looking back at his father, who stood up like a giant bear.

"Father Khan, the people of the Yan country are coming over like bamboos, and our messenger has not yet reached the Yan Army, we have been surrounded by the Yan Legion!"

What answered him was a slap in the face, and the corpse stumbled back two steps, he lowered his face, and in the afterglow, he saw his father Khan hanging his hand, staring at him with red eyes.

"Corpse Spring, you are my son, the prince of the Corpse Tribe, how can you speak to the people of Yan Kingdom!" The corpse chasers down his hand, and his voice has a majesty that cannot be refused.

"The vast grassland that the heavens have given us Xirong people, how can we let the Yan people defile!"

"Then why do we defile other people's territories!" Corpse Zhuquan stood up straight and stared straight at his father opposite, "The grassland has always been the weak and the strong, then the Yan Kingdom is coming, we can't beat it, it's not wrong to surrender them to save the people!" ”

"Who said I couldn't beat it!"

Like a cat that was stepped on by its tail, the corpse was instantly furious, grabbed his son's clothes, and dragged him in front of him, "The people of the Yan Kingdom only took advantage of the convenience of winter, and used despicable tricks to get unimpeded!" ”

"What about the east side? How did your eleven tribes get defeated?! ”

Not to be outdone, Corpse Chasequan stared at the corpse chaser with the same red eyes, "Father Khan, we are at a disadvantage, the wind and snow have just passed, and the grassland is full of snow, what do we do to fight others?" If we win, drive away the Yan people, we won't have many warriors left, and they will be swallowed up by the Devil, just like you wanted to annex him before! ”

"Even if the corpse division doesn't gather other tribes under its command, there can be 30,000 horsemen, why don't you fight with the Yan people!" One of the brothers shouted: "Corpse Chaquan, you don't dare to fight, you want to save your life, you want to surrender to the Yan people to herd cattle and sheep, and treat them as dogs!" ”

"Corpse chase!"

Corpse Zhuquan looked at his younger brother who spoke, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not afraid of the Yan people, but I want to keep the people of our tribe this winter, is it wrong?" It is impossible for the people of Yan to stay in the grassland for a long time, we bow our heads and surrender, and when they leave, the grassland is still ours! ”

"But then, what kind of tribe does my khan have to dominate the central steppe!"

The corpse chaser pointed to the outside of the big tent: "Get out, when will you reflect, when will you come in again!" ”

The corpse who was slapped in public, as a prince, had long lost any face, and he turned around angrily and strode out of the king's tent.

As soon as the people left here, the corpse chased the evil and let everyone sit down and discuss how to trap the royal court, but after thinking about it, they did not have the thick city walls of the Yan people, and even around the gathered tribes, there was no fence to protect.

The central grassland has not had outsiders come in for a long time, and most of the people who came over were merchants from Qi and Liang, and they didn't think of setting up a fence as a protection.

Looking at the bright but unwarm winter sun, many people in the big tent discussed for a while, and they all fell silent one after another.

They knew that there were still many small tribes in the east and south that were being destructively advanced by the Yan army, and even in the battle reports that were constantly coming back now, there were even Xirong cavalry narratives.

This shows that there are some tribes that have been conquered by the enemy and surrendered to the Yan army, and once they snowball to this side, the opponent's soldiers and horses will be immeasurable.

It's just that the Yan people are just there, at this time there are more Xirong people who have surrendered, and the position of the royal court has been exposed under the noses of the Yan people.

Such a fierce killing and advancement had to make the nobles, captains, big households, and tribal kings of the royal court tense everyone's nerves, and some were so nervous that they couldn't even speak.

But some people clenched their fists and said fiercely: "...... We still have 40,000 horsemen, and we have found the right way to kill them all the way. ”

The prince named Corpse Chaser echoed: "Father Khan, since you can't hold it, it's better to choose one of the two soldiers and horses of the Yan people and concentrate your forces to annihilate them." ”

"My son, you are more heroic than your brother, so tell me, which way to attack first?"

Hearing his father's praise, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he followed up with an analysis: "The southern one, the news that came back said that most of them are foot soldiers, which is more conducive to our cavalry to give full play to their advantages!" ”

"That's right, most of the Yan people in the south are foot soldiers, with short legs and slow running, 40,000 cavalry killed them in one go, and pushed them flat!"

The flames were blazing, and dozens of figures in the tent surrounded the brazier, and the noise continued for a while, and finally their eyes were still on the Khan, who had made the final decision in the first place.

In the intertwined sights, the tall figure slowly stood up, bulging muscles supporting the fur fur.

"I don't know if what you said is feasible, but we have no way out, the warriors of the corpse tribe, let's take the Yan country foot soldiers in the south first!"

Inside the king's tent, one by one the figures stood up, clenched their fists and pressed their shoulders towards the corpse chaser evil khan, and then bowed their heads to receive the order.

……

At this time, in the south, in the mighty advancing soldiers, a little more south, about four or five miles away from the Tang army, thousands of armor soldiers wrapped in warm winter clothes, arching and guarding the ancestral locomotive slowly forward.

The cold wind howled, rolled up the corner of the curtain, and the faint green smoke swirled around, and a venerable spiritual seat on the tribute table pushed each other, constantly jumping up, looking at the snowy scene of the grassland outside the car window.

"I haven't seen it yet, let me see!" Zhu Wen's spiritual position finally squeezed to the front, and before he could jump up, he was grabbed by Li Longji, who was holding his chin, and pressed back into the card slot.

Zhu Wen's "Ah~~" sound sounded.

On the roof of the car, Li Shimin stroked his beard and chin, admiring the white expanse in his eyes, with a relieved expression on his face; Liu Xie also had an obsessive look.

Zhu Di stood on the roof of the car and stroked his beard with a smile, sighing: "Such a ......"

Later, he was picked up by Cao Pi: "...... Wouldn't it make people nostalgic, Brother Zhu, change some new words. ”

On the side of the slowly moving cart, Dian Wei peeked at it, and Wu Zixun, who was shivering with cold, took a sip of wine, and the latter saw Dian Wei glancing at his wine bag and simply handed it over.

Dian Wei swallowed his saliva, shook his head in refusal, and continued to look around, a charred tent, blood and stumps on the ground.

In the rickety ancestral car, Su Chen sat on the tiger skin chair with his eyes closed, and there was a warm cyclone around him, isolating the cold air that invaded the body.

For a moment, he opened his eyes slightly.

"Zhongshu Order, and then completely let Li Jing and Huo Qubing go to fight? Or are there fewer casualties? ”

Behind him were two people playing chess, and under the slightly shaking oil lamp, the thin scribe was holding chess pieces with Daoist Li opposite, looking at the chessboard.

Jia Xu dropped a son, stroked his beard and laughed.

“…… When I came, I read the information and knew that the corpse chases the evil Khan how many children he had, among which the corpse Chaser Spring had entered the Qi National Academy, admired the Central Plains culture, had courage, and courage, but it could be said that the corpse chaser evil Khan would not like such a son, and even the more excellent, the less he would like it. ”

"Why?"

Su Chen took the wine bag handed by Wu Zixun outside the chariot, poured a sip, and heard Jia Xu behind him say softly: "...... The corpse is still in his prime, his son has grown up and become excellent, and the clansmen admire him and look up to him, which is not a good thing for this king, regardless of whether the other party is his own son or not. ”

Here, Jia Xu took a chess piece again, landed on the chessboard, and killed all the chess pieces of Daoist Li on the opposite side.

"At this time, the father is jealous of the son, and the son hates the father, and the king thinks, do you still need to fight?"

"Haha!" Su Chen sat on the tiger skin chair, closed his eyes and laughed, "Lone understands, this is for people to convey the words of the Zhongshu Order to Li Jing in front!" ”

After a while, Ling Qi galloped out of the team, crossed the slave army in front, and in the sight of Anu Hu, ran for dozens of miles, caught up with the Youyan army that was replaced behind, and saw Li Jing, whose body was still a little weak.

The old man sighed after reading the letter sent from the rear.

"Ordinary people only say that Jia Xu is scheming, but few people know that Jia Xu is extremely good at understanding human nature."

This Tang Dynasty military god is seventy-nine years old this year, in the past trajectory, has died on the couch, and now he has come to live again, although his weak body still drags him down, but the whole person has swept away the frightening decadence of the past.

He walked out of the tent with the letter in his hand.

The letter did not clarify how to use the strategy, in other words, the king of Xia asked him to be the coach, there would be no interference, the letter just told him the suggestion, whether to use it or not, how to use it, it is all up to him.

"The Central Xirong Royal Court should have reacted at this moment, and it doesn't make much sense to advance quickly."

Zhang Yi on one side nodded silently.

Li Jing looked at the soldiers of the Youyan Army who were still preparing for battle outside the camp.

"Since that Cao Wei strategist has already given advice, although the king has not made it clear that we want to use it, we can't ignore the kindness of King Xia. When I fought the Turks, if there were Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, Huo Quai, Qin Qiong, Wei Chigong, and strategists on the side, I would not have been able to finish the battle in less than a month. ”

The old man smiled and turned back, raising the letter in his hand.

"General Zhang, pick one out of the surrendered Xirong cavalry and let him ......" The old man took a piece of white paper and folded it at random, found an envelope and stuffed it in, and then gave it to Zhang Yi, "Let him take this letter and secretly hand it over to the corpse chasing spring!" ”

Zhang Yi is also a veteran on the battlefield, how can he not know the intention, and immediately agreed.

Soon, a singled Xirong cavalry rushed to the corpse court hundreds of miles away with a letter in his arms, and when he arrived there, it was already dusk in the afternoon, and the temperature plummeted.

The Sijon man waited until nightfall for him to creep into the Corpse Tribe, looking for the camp of the Corpse Spring, but he was all watched by the patrolling king's own soldiers.

After all, the Yan armies on both sides were approaching, and the tribe had already strengthened their defenses, for fear that the Yan cavalry would sneak attack.

Later, the Xijon cavalry who had delivered the letter was taken to the king's tent, and the corpse took the letter from him, but when it was opened, it was a blank piece of paper.

"Where are you going to send this letter?"

"Corpse chase...... The tent of the prince of the corpse spring. ”

"You surrendered to the Yan people, right?"

The Xirong cavalry who delivered the letter turned pale with fright, shook his head again and again, but was waved by the corpse and let the king's own soldiers drag him down, and in an instant, his head was cut off.

"Did he come out of the prince's tent when you caught him, or did he not go in?"

"Back to the Khan, I don't know, I just saw him sneaky, so I searched his body."

"The trick of the Yan people!" The corpse chases the evil and casually throws the white paper in his hand to the ground, "Tell all the capitals about today's events, and let them be careful of the Yan people." ”

When the soldiers withdrew from the king's tent, the khan of the stormy central steppe snorted again.

"This kind of trick really fools me like a child!"

However, on the second day, a Xirong man who delivered a letter was caught outside again, but this time the other party came out of the camp of the corpse chasing spring, and after learning the news, the corpse chasing evil immediately asked people to find the corpse chasing the spring, and the latter seemed to have anticipated the tricks of the Yan people, and took the letter received inexplicably, and hurried to the king's tent.

"Father Khan, this is a letter from them, please take a look."

"I don't know the Yan language...... Tell me about it. ”

The corpse chaser closed his eyes and sat on the chair, and the surrounding tribal nobles and officials also kept quiet, listening to the prince read out the above content, and after a while, the corpse chaser opened his eyes and asked his son to hand over the letter.

After just one glance, he lowered his eyes, and the letter was full of Yanguo characters, and many places had been altered.

"What are the altered places?"

Corpse Chase Spring's heart thumped violently, and he only then understood the handwriting covered on the letter, the real purpose, and he quickly explained: "Father Khan, the child doesn't know what is written on it, and this is how it is when he receives the letter." ”

"Well, I see, you go down."

The corpse smiled evilly, and threw the letter directly into the brazier to burn it, "There will be sacrifices in the afternoon, and then send troops to fight with the Yan people in the south, you go down and prepare!" ”

"Yes, Father Khan."

The corpse bowed respectfully, bowed and withdrew from the big tent and left.

And here, the corpse watched his brother leave, and he turned his head to look at his father in the first place, "Father Khan, in the tent of the eldest brother, there has always been the kind of pen and ink of the Yan people, maybe he changed it himself." ”

"Enough, how can brothers be suspicious of each other, I trust him very much."

The corpse chaser waved his hand to let this son go back, he looked at the tent and was silent for a while, "...... As a prince, he is very capable of governing and judging the contradictions between the tribe and the people, and after the sacrifice is completed in the afternoon, the army will be pulled out, and there can be no one at home, I think it is a good choice for him to stay and stabilize the tribesmen. ”

The sky was showing dusk, the war horses running on the vast grassland were stretched back and forth for several miles, the nine thousand feathers rode behind, and the surrendered Wupo Da led the Xirong cavalry to sprint in front, he had never run the grassland with so many cavalry, and vaguely, he suddenly felt that surrendering to the Yan people was not a bad thing.

Perhaps, after this battle, he has a chance to become a khan.

More than 20,000 cavalry, in total, ran over all the way to the west.

The cold wind pounced on people's faces with a faint slaughter, Huo Quai's horse galloped, occasionally looking back, and the Han flag made in Yantang Pass when he set out on the expedition.

“…… This! I want to let the grasslands of this world also know the Han Flag—"

I'm guilty!

My cousin got married, and there was a little bit of an update yesterday

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