In ancient times, there were many lonely heavenly homes, and the grassland was only in the Tianjiao, and the blood was sprinkled on the barren grass and fertile fields, and the Tianjiao and the wild men did not know.

But it is said that the Xiongnu Da Shan Yu is also a filial son, after the death of Lao Dan Yu, he is dedicated to his mother in everything, and he is filial piety at all times. Although he is a Xiongnu Dashan Yu, the son of the grassland, but he can't let his mother return to his hometown, see his relatives in his hometown, can only use some Han things to soothe her soul a little, he asked the people around the Yan family not to talk about the Han people casually, because he was afraid that his mother would be sad and sad. This time, the Han envoy went to Yueshi, passed through the Xiongnu, and was invited to rob, and Shan Yu ordered not to let the people in Shan Yuting know a little. But after a hundred secrets, the old princess still knew about the Han envoy.

Princess Han sent people to accuse Shan Yu of hiding the news of the Han envoy from her, and being disrespectful to the Han envoy, she was not in her eyes, and the old man wanted to see the Han envoy as soon as possible, so that Shan Yu quickly sent someone to send the Han envoy to meet, and the old man was already on the road.

Shan Yu was ashamed and sad about his mother's accusations, and he was even more worried about his mother going to brave the wind and frost on the road, and when he thought of his mother's way in the wind and frost, he hated the leaker very much. His long-standing resentment towards King Yanqi made him finally kill.

Shan Yu summoned the big and small kings, big households, big captains and other gatherings and feasts. The Huns and nobles from all walks of life will come to the big tent one after another, the king of Yanqi is sick, and he has not gone to the big tent for many days. Shan Yu is in the main position, the left and right virtuous kings, the left and right Gu Li kings, the big captains, the big pawns, and so on each have their own seats. Under an order, the slaughtered lambs, porpoises, cattle, sheep, chickens, fish, all kinds of beasts and rare birds running on the ground, swimming in the water, and flying in the sky gathered, and then all kinds of wine mash were served like flowing water. The crowd was drinking. King Yanqi had something in his heart, so he just drank a cup shallowly, pretended to be unwell, and stopped the cup. Seeing this, Mi Luoshi did not dare to drink more, and quietly sprinkled the wine in the bowl on the ground. The nine lions couldn't hold it when they saw the wine, and after a while, they drank seven or eight bowls in a row, and their eyes were drunk and hazy. Shan Yu nodded to the eagle.

The big eagle took a bowl of wine and walked to the king of Yanqi and said, "The king, the minister has benefited a lot from following the king, and the minister implores the king to drink this bowl." ”

King Yanqi shook his head and said, "I've been having a headache for the past few days, and I don't dare to drink more." You'd better find someone else to drink!"

Mi Luoshi also said: "The king is sick, I will drink it on behalf of the king." ”

The big eagle smiled and said: "A mere bowl of wine, how can it be enough! The king looks down on the ministers! I, the big eagle, drink this bowl, and then respect the king." "Drink it dry in one gulp. Then he poured another bowl and served it to the king of Yanqi. King Yanqi had no choice but to take the wine bowl, and the moment the wine bowl was placed in his mouth, the big eagle hand turned into a fist and hit him in the chest. King Yanqi didn't really drink, his elbow sank, to block the big eagle's fist, he only paid attention to the big eagle, didn't watch out for the slave who poured the wine carried the wine bag and smashed it on the head, the king of Yanqi was hit by this bag of thirty catties, the wine bag festered, the wine flowed his head and face, and his eyes also entered the wine, and it hurt hotly. He rose up and grabbed the eagle's wrists, and with a crisp click, the eagle's wrists shattered, and then leaned back, and the slave who poured the wine was knocked away, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his body was as soft as wool; when he leaned back, he kicked out with his left foot and kicked it in the eagle's chest, but he didn't expect that the eagle was also very strong, and at the moment of being kicked, he wrapped his arms around the legs of the king of Yanqi. King Yanqi was anxious to get rid of him, and at this time a slave threw out the horse and put it on the king of Yanqi, and when the king heard the wind, he turned his head to the side and dodged. Five or six slaves pounced on the king and wrestled with him.

Seeing that the eagle was about to harm the king of Yanqi, Mi Luoshi was about to strike at the eagle, but there was a gust of wind behind him, and a slave threw him with a wine bag, and he flashed, and the two slaves had already grabbed his waist and fought with him.

The nine beasts were drunk and hazy, unable to stand up, and were put into a wine bag by someone, unable to struggle, and died after a while.

The Huns were usually not allowed to bring weapons casually, especially at the banquet of Shan Yu, and no one was allowed to bring weapons. Therefore, the king of Yanqi can only fight with people empty-handed, and those warriors who pretend to be slaves are all good at the game of horn fighting, which is also their usual method of playing, frolicking, and fitness. King Yanqi is known as the first warrior of the Huns, and Shan Yu is naturally very careful with him, selecting dozens of warriors who are good at capturing and resisting to pretend to be slaves who pour wine, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Now King Yanqi was surrounded by more than a dozen samurai on the spot, although he punched and kicked, and the samurai were either dead or injured, only the sound of "bang bang bang" fists and feet on the flesh, the sound of the samurai's broken flesh and bones, and the sound of the samurai's wailing and hissing. But the eagle's corpse entangled him, and someone twisted his other leg to the death, and then he was held by the waist, and then by the arm, and by the head he was hit hard, once, twice、-------。 He fell like a lion!

When everyone's attention was on the side of King Yanqi, Mi Luoshi was not taken seriously, he saw that the opportunity was not good, got rid of the entanglement of his opponent, got into the crowd, escaped from Shan Yu's big tent in the chaos, and began to die on the grassland, looking for an opportunity to assassinate Shan Yu and avenge King Yanqi.

After King Yanqi fell and did not move for a long time, Shan Yu wiped the cold sweat off his head, and approached King Yanqi surrounded by several guards. King Yanqi had lost his human form, and retreated in disgust, leaving him to be thrown on the prairie to feed the wolves. Then it was announced that the king of Yanqi had plotted a rebellion and wanted to surrender to the Han Dynasty, so he was killed, and the nine beasts were executed at the same time, and the king fled with a secret stone, and immediately pursued, killed, or received a bounty. He also sent people to surround the tribe of the king of Yanqi, announced the crime of the king of Yanqi, and the tribe was divided among the other kings. When he heard that her husband had been killed, she committed suicide before she could send someone to clean up the tribe. The three sons of King Yanqi were secretly taken away and wandered on the prairie.

The Huns sympathized with the innocent killing of King Yanqi, but under the high pressure of Shan Yu, they did not dare to speak, and the shepherds secretly sang the heroic deeds of King Yanqi in the prairie and told the story of King Yanqi by the bonfire.

Mi Luoshi escaped Shan Yu's pursuit while trying to find an opportunity to assassinate Shan Yu, only haunted near the Dragon Court, and today took advantage of the chaos in the Dragon Court to find Zhang Qian and explain the matter of King Yanqi. Zhang Qian's heart was inexplicably hateful, his hands were clenched, his eyes were on fire, and he was spinning in the tent.

Mi Luoshi got up to say goodbye, and Zhang Qian asked, "Where can Mr. flee to? ”

Mi Luoshi smiled faintly: "The reason why I didn't die with the prince is that I want to tell the prince that he did not rebel and clear the prince's wrongs, and then I want to find an opportunity to avenge the prince." Farewell!" the Dense Stone vanished in the night.

Zhang Qian and others admired the loyalty of Miluoshi, lamented the vain death of King Yanqi, and hated the despicability of Shan Yu. Everyone is also worried about tomorrow's competition.

In the morning, while they were still washing, they heard the neighing of horses shouted from outside. Father Gan went out to see and came back, and said excitedly: "The Huns have sent back all our horses and weapons!"

Everyone hurried out, and sure enough, everyone's horses and weapons were there, and the tiger and a few people were driving their horses here. Seeing Zhang Qian, the tiger stepped forward and saluted: "I searched for a long time before I found you." I received orders from Da Shan Yu to return the envoy's horses and weapons. Zhang Qian thanked the tiger, and the tiger went back to reply. Everyone looked at their horses and weapons, and there was no problem, and a little confidence was restored in their hearts.

Zhang Qian and others, surrounded by Yu Zhong and other Han people, came to Shan Yu's big tent. King Youxian was waiting for them, and when he saw them coming, he immediately stepped forward, and Zhang Qian and King Youxian greeted each other. The right Xianwang pulled Zhang Qian to the east of the school field, the Huns have used the trunk of the tree to build a platform here, spread all kinds of animal skins, the animal skin in the center is the skin of the tiger and leopard and other fierce beasts, naturally it is the seat of the nobleman, the two sit down, and there are Xiongnu nobles sitting and waiting one after another. Zhang Qian and a group of Hun nobles nodded, some smiled in return, and some pretended not to see, Zhang Qian did not think it was angry. In the middle of the school field, a platform more than one zhang high has been erected with a huge tree trunk, as a ring, the length and width of the platform have four battles, there is no cover on all sides, and there is no cover on the top. A bare platform, if a person falls, he can fall half to death. On the north side of the school grounds, there is also a high platform, covered with animal skins and brocade, which is higher than the middle platform, and there are steps on both sides.

Zhang Qian Xiangyou Xianwang asked: "How did the Xiongnu regulate such a competition?"

King Youxian was a little excited: "The Huns regard this kind of contest as the highlight of the annual conference! It is the festival celebration of our Huns! Every year, there are countless slaves and warriors waiting for this day, showing their bravery in front of Da Danyu, in front of the whole Huns, and in front of the princes and nobles of more than 30 countries in the steppe. Every warrior came to power with the determination to win, and in Zuihou, only one person could live and become the warrior of the Huns, the first warrior of the steppe. Zhang Qian was dumbfounded, "Only one person can survive, what about the others?"

The Right Virtuous King said, "What else?"

"People who participate in jousting. ”

"Dead. "King Youxian doesn't seem to want to mention it.

"Dead, all dead?"

"Otherwise, how can you be called the first warrior of the Huns?"

Zhang Qian gasped, he had also seen martial arts competitions, and he had also seen the so-called life-and-death struggles, but only one of the people who participated in them could survive, such a cruel and cruel martial arts competition, is it still a martial arts competition? Zhang Qian said to Youxian Wang: "Our warriors of the Han Dynasty have withdrawn from the competition!"

King Youxian was taken aback, "What?

"You're not jousting, you're killing people! Use the first warrior as bait to lure people into killing each other!"

King Youxian's statement to Zhang Qian is unheard of and very novel.

"What killing? This is the glorious moment of our Great Hun warriors! A moment that warriors have dreamed of since childhood. This glory is like the sun above the head to the stars at night compared to slaying the enemy on the battlefield and taking women, treasures, land, pastures, and slaves!"

"We don't participate!"

King Youxian was angry: "You Han people are cowardly, not like men, what kind of heroes and heroes?"

Zhang Qian stood up, found the heroes, and said that the right Xianwang said, everyone was also shocked, but now it is not a question of anyone's life, it involves the dignity of the Han Dynasty, and the dignity of the capable people of the Han Dynasty.

Zhang Qian saw that everyone was resolute, and he felt sad, he didn't know what these people thought, and he worked hard for the so-called face and lining. He couldn't bear it in his heart, so he had to return to his seat, and the Right Virtuous King looked at him mockingly, and he nodded helplessly.

Suddenly, the sound of the horn was loud, and countless Hun knights stood around the school grounds, their swords flashing and murderous. Shan Yu's tent opened, and a group of knights poured out, standing solemnly around the high platform. And another group of knights came out, and stood around the high platform on the north. Then a team of guards protected Shan Yu as he walked out of the tent, and all the people cheered "Long live", and the sound shook the sky. Shan Yu climbed the stairs, went up to the high platform on the north side, and sat down. Today's Shan Yu is also dressed as a samurai, his face is covered with oil paint, like the face of a tiger, sitting on a high platform, just like a tiger squatting, ready to pounce at any time, choose people to eat. Then there are the princes of the Yan family and Shan Yu, etc., all on the stage, some of their faces are painted, and some of their true colors appear, compared with the Han Huns, they are a little less romantic, the flowers are full of flowers, and the Huns are a little more robust and graceful, simple and strong.

Looking around, there were already crowds of people, the slopes of the hills, the rocks, and the trees were full of people, and there were more people on horseback, and all kinds of horses gathered from all parts of the prairie under the control of the riders, and these horses were obviously carefully tended by their masters, some wearing garlands on their heads, and some with ribbons tied to their tails. The riders were also dressed in a variety of costumes, some of them painted with tigers, leopards, bears, and some snakes, insects, birds, and birds, and there were many women, and these Northland rouges also rode horses like the men, and the horses were not far more heroic than the men, and these women were ruddy and strong. Zhang Qian looked at it for a while, and King Youxian pointed out, those people are Qiang, those people are Di people, there are Donghu, Xianbei, North Korea, Ding Ling, Su Shen, etc., for a while, Zhang Qian can't remember so much.

King Zuo Xian ascended to the high platform in the middle and announced loudly: "The contest between the Xiongnu warriors and the warriors of the Han Dynasty begins!" Eight people from each side, and the one who wins will receive the title of the true warrior of the fierce man, and Da Danyu will give him horses, splendid scenery, beauties, and pastures. The crowd around was thunderous, looking forward to this never-before-seen duel between fierce men.

King Zuo Xian went down, a Hun warrior climbed the platform, this person turned out to be a ruthless, he was holding a long knife in his hand, after coming to the stage, he first knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of Shan Yu, and then stood on the east side of the platform, his eyes released an eager desire.

The first hero of the Han Dynasty to come to power was Zhou Bo, and everyone knew in their hearts that in such a competition, the first to appear had almost no chance of survival, so they all competed for the first place. Zuihou Zhou Bo said: "Don't fight anyone. The boss goes first, and then the ------," He didn't continue, everyone understood in their hearts, the boss, the second, the third, the fourth, the turn. Zhou Boti sword ascended the high platform, he knelt down and kowtowed to the south, and then kowtowed in the direction of Zhang Qian. Only then did he stand up. Looking at the monster, I saw that the face of the monster was painted with red colored stripes, as if it was a flame, coupled with the blazing frenzy in his eyes, the red robe on his body, the whole person seemed to be burning. In the hearts of the Huns, the old man is a useless person, and he despises these Han people, and he regrets going to compete with the old man first. However, their Hun warriors were drawn lots, and he caught the first sheepskin, and he had to be the first to play.

Without further thought, he raised his long knife, whatever it was on the other side was his prey. The fierce knife mountain slashed down like a tsunami, Zhou Bo dodged to avoid it, he knew that the opponent was strong and heavy, and he couldn't fight the opponent hard. After the fierce knife was chopped out, seeing Zhou Bo dodging, he did not retract the knife, but took advantage of the knife and followed Zhou Bo over, and Zhou Bo rushed back again. The two of them raised their swords on the stage and fought in one place. Fighting is fighting, everyone can see that the knife is pressing, Zhou Bo retreats step by step, one gong, one retreats, and it is not guarded. Because Zhou Bo didn't dare to use his sword to block the other party's sword, his own sword touched someone else's knife and immediately broke. It can be said that in this competition, at the beginning, the victory and defeat were divided, and Zhou Bo just managed to defeat decently. Ji Wei was secretly wondering, his sword obviously forced him to a Jedi, he either blocked with his sword, or hit the knife, but Ji Wei was slightly disappointed, and the other party somehow twisted his body casually and dodged. Zhou Bo secretly complained in his heart, every time the fierce knife was chopped, he felt that there was nowhere to dodge, and he wanted to use his sword to block the grid, always at the moment of zuihou, trying to figure out how to retreat. After fighting for a quarter of an hour, Zhou Bo felt that his body was covered with sweat, but he had no chance to fight back. The situation on the stage was one-sided, Shan Yu looked unmotivated, and the crowd of onlookers coaxed: "Old man, go down!" "Old man, go back and wash your feet with your wife!" Zhang Qian and the others all raised their throats and eyes, and prayed in their hearts that Zhou Boke would never have an accident.

The ruthlessness gradually forced Uncle Zhou to the corner of the high platform, and everyone knew that Uncle Zhou had no way out. Zhang Qian was in a hurry and asked King Youxian: "Can't we admit defeat?" King Youxian said: "On the stage, only one person can come down." Otherwise, it is an insult to the opponent and an insult to Da Shan Yu!" Zhang Qian could only do it in a hurry.

Zhou Bo forced Zhou Bo to the side of the stage, smiled and raised his knife to chop, shouting: "Old man, suffer death!" Zhou Bo had to raise his sword to block, with a crisp sound, the thin sword in his hand was broken into two, and he was overjoyed, and the long knife continued to split, and he wanted to split Zhou Bo into two pieces! At this moment, Zhou Bo's body was on his back, his feet were nailed to the platform like nails, and his body swayed like a willow from under the right elbow of the fierce man, and when he arrived behind the fierce one, the fierce first cut off Zhou Bo's sword, and he was happy in his heart, but he didn't split anyone, and he felt a little regretful in his heart; and then the person on the other side was gone, a good one, as the captain of the guard of Shan Yu, after all, his kung fu was outstanding, his knife was split in the air, and he slashed like a platen, so he used the knife as a fulcrum, and kicked his feet off the ground and backwards in a row; Zhou Bo arrived behind the fierce one, and wanted to fight back, but he didn't expect the fierce reaction to be so fast, and his feet had already arrived in front of him。 If Zhou Bo breaks the sword with his hand, he can stab the leg of the Fierce, but the Fierce will definitely kick him, although it is a defeat for both sides, but the Fierce kick may kill him, so he dodged again. Zhou Bo went from breaking the sword to wanting to fight back, to kicking back, to retreating, it was a long story, but it was actually an instantaneous thing, and in the blink of an eye, the victory and defeat of the two people, including life and death, took a turn in this instant.

The crowd of onlookers finally let out a deafening cheer.

He pulled out his knife and looked back at Zhou Bo, he finally felt the difficulty of this opponent, although the opponent had not struck a sword until now, and the sword had been broken, but he felt that the broken sword in the old man's hand seemed to be the most deadly weapon he had encountered in this life. He stabilized his mind. Zhou Bo also took the opportunity to take a breath. He complained that at that moment, Weishenme didn't have Liliang to fight back, that was his best chance in this competition, he knew that his peak had passed, and he couldn't seize the opportunity.

The fierce long knife was raised again, and the long knife rolled towards Zhou Bo like a storm, one after another, there was no gap, only rolling knife waves, wave after wave smashed towards Zhou Bo; Zhou Bo could only dodge, dodge, and shake, but instead, his mood relaxed, and his heart was clear. In the eyes of Shan Yu, Zhang Qian and others, what they saw was a dazzling sword light, a blade like a mountain and waves, and now Zhou Bo is a dead man who will still be angry; in Zhou Bo's eyes, there is only one knife head dangling in front of his eyes, he feels that he can take the opponent's life in the blade of the mountain with just a light sword, such a lightweight, such an obvious thing, he can't do it? He just feels very tired, and just wants to end this boring competition quickly. He was forced into the corner of the stage again, the fierce knife head swayed to his neck, he saw it clearly, every subtle movement of the fierce, feet, hips, waist, arms, elbows, hands, the smug expression on the face, the corners of the mouth, the shallow smile at the corners of the eyes, he saw it clearly, he knew that he had practiced hard for decades, and today he finally became a big success, but it was a little late, and the broken sword in his hand was swung out, which was the only time he shot in this competition.

Blood spurted wildly, Zhou Bo's body was cut in two by the fierce oblique, the upper half fell on the stage, and the lower half still stood on its own! The evil laughed wildly, the laughter stopped abruptly, his face showed a painful and unbelievable expression, the knife in his hand fell, he lowered his head, saw the sword handle exposed on his chest, his face was relieved, and then he fell. A tedious, lethargic contest ended in such a tragic way.

Exactly: the king and the marquis in the field, the man should be the stubborn, but now the blood is sprinkled on the wilderness, and the pedestrian is only a white bone.