"What a good guy, that Han emperor was so out of his way. He actually bypassed the south of the desert and put pressure on the hinterland of our Huns from Hexi!

Aren't he afraid that we will use the troops from the south of the Mo River to attack the Han army trapped in the north of the Mo River?" King Xiu Tu sneered.

Since Hexi was occupied, the Shanyu royal court in the south of Monan has been transferred to the north of Motian. Now it is like a provocation. The Han army is like entering a state of nothingness. In addition to surprise, they have looked at it with three more underestimation.

King Zuo Guli wiped his mouth, put down the roasted lamb rib meat, touched his rich beard and said, "Hey, everyone who eats meat and drinks. Why do you say so much? Then send troops, just watch my king's performance! What's the use of saying so much?"

"Hahaha, it's still a little bit of King Zuo Guli. You are not as handsome as him, stable and square as he is, and can be called my Great Hun general!" Yi Zhi smiled slantedly.

King Xiu Tu raised his eyebrows and nodded, "King Zuo Guli has 30,000 elite cavalry, and is strict in training. His military orders are like mountains to create an unparalleled hero. Unlike us, I am naturally in control of the Zhizhu, and I admire him!"

When the old high priest was still there, King Xiu Tu was still a friend of him. With the help of the high priest, he was able to take advantage of the opportunity to compete with King Zuo Guli.

But now, although the little girl Gona is familiar with him, she is never interested in high-level affairs, let alone help, so he has to settle behind King Zuo Guli.

"I feel very relieved when King Xiu Tu said this. The Great Huns will definitely win in one battle!" King Zuo Guli said proudly.

Everyone judged the situation and saw a subtle change in their eyes. Zuo Guli's throne was high. Judging from King Xiu Tu's performance, it seemed that his power had also increased!

King Youguli was an old man over 60 years old and had long lost his real power. Seeing this, he took the lead in honoring King Zuoguli with a cup.

...

Two-thirds of the summer has passed, leaving a little residual heat, which is enough to dry the earth. After a light rain, the loess will dry out in a blink of an eye. Apart from the sporadic droplets of water remaining on the grass leaves, there is nothing to prove that a rain has been there.

The geese formation slowly merged into the sky, accompanied by the clear chant, and finally disappeared from Zhang Qian's sight.

This may be the last batch of geese stranded on the grassland this summer. Zhang Qian spent many days suffering.

His heart was empty, as if he had been taken away by someone, and he felt so uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the "woof" barking of dogs, the neighing of war horses and the bleating sheep from the dome in the distance, he might have been standing here all the time, in the enemy camp, which would have been undoubtedly tormenting.

"Chirky...chill chirp!"

The red-maned horse roared to the south, accompanied by another, and the long and hoarse sound left a long lingering sound by the empty Yuwu River, revealing endless sorrow and resentment.

This scene is moving, who can be ruthless without plants?

Zhang Qian's eyes were wet, and horses knew how to miss home, let alone people? All he thought about was back to his hometown and escaped from this endless torture.

He put down the sheepskin bucket in his hand, walked to the side of the war horse, gently pulled the reins, and they pressed them tightly together.

I don’t know if it’s a horse snuggling with someone or a horse snuggling with someone.

Zhang Qian held the comb and carefully combed its fiery red mane. The shallow marks slowly unfolded like lingering thoughts, and extended one by one on the horse.

At this moment, Zhang Qian's heart was filled with long thoughts and endless memories, and he burst into tears in a blink of an eye.

From passion to breathing, looking back at the passing spring and autumn, he could not imagine that without the company of this horse, he would not know how to fight that unbearable time and how to support the hard-working persistence today. I am afraid that it would be a strong and powerful person.

When he was humiliated, how could he forget the scene when he was escorted to the Shanyu court by King Xiu Tu a few months ago, Yelu Gutu, the Marquis of Right Gudu, persuaded him to surrender.

He first lured him for profit, promising that as long as Zhang Qian surrendered to the Huns, he could be appointed King of Beishun and distributed it to him slaves and a vast pasture.

For others, this is a big temptation, but Zhang Qian didn't blink for a moment and thought to himself that he was too naive.

Zhang Qian laughed at Yelu Gutu at that time and was too erratic: "I am a great envoy of the Han Dynasty. How can I be greedy for small profits in humiliation? Are you joking?

Not to mention the pastures and slaves, even if the entire Huns gave the envoy, they could not resist the Han Festival and war horses in their hands!”

Yelu Gutu couldn't understand Zhang Qian's words, but saw his disdain and said in surprise: "I, the Huns, are there a vast territory, and I still lack a mere war horse?"

A trace of unaware contempt flashed across Zhang Qian's face and said solemnly: "Your Highness's words are wrong! This is the mount of the Han emperor, who was originally given by His Majesty when he was traveling west.

A mere Hun horse is optional to me, how can it be compared with this horse?

Yelu Gutu was ridiculed by Zhang Qian. Seeing that he was angry, he said sternly: "The envoy's words are too much. Are you afraid that this marquis will kill the envoy and the war horses in anger?"

Zhang Qian said without fear: "I had expected that the Lord would say this, no wonder the wise men said, "The barbarians have a king, but not as good as the Xia people."

The great man was in the position of the Huns, and he even threatened the Han envoys with death. Wouldn't it be a joke if it spreads out?"

"Okay! Since you are so tough, don't blame me for being unreasonable!"

When the wind woke Zhang Qian up, he found himself lying in the sheep pen, tied up with ropes, and his blood had solidified into a crimson purple color.

Looking up, a goshawk was hovering among the gray clouds. Zhang Qian smiled bitterly. It probably regarded itself as prey.

Every time he moved, every bone seemed to be broken, and his head was sweating, which was a piercing pain!

When he turned his head with difficulty, a ball of fire-like red dispelled his cold chill, just like Liu Che's condolences, which made him feel at ease.

The horse in front of him made a "sniff". Zhang Qian knew what it meant, so he untied the reins and pulled it to the river to drink water.

The sound of gurgling came out,

A moment later, the croaking of the brave shepherd outside the dome told Zhang Qian that someone was coming.

Zhang Qian took his head, which was scattered by the wind, withdrew his gentle and favorable eyes, and began to walk back.

...

Su Wu's father is Su Jian. Yes, Liu Che thought about it for a while before remembering that this time he sent troops, it seemed that he had brought Su Jian with him.

He is now a captain, following Wei Qing, a general promoted by Wei Qing.

No matter how great my achievements will be in the future, the father of the tiger has no dog and son, and Su Wu's loyalty and righteousness will attract Liu Che's attention even more. How many nineteen years old will he be in his life? What's more, he endured humiliation and lived a life of silence.

Just sigh for a moment, but you still don’t have to look for him. Letting the flow of most things does not mean inaction.

During this time, Liu Che also became familiar with the various generals below. Some of them were tested in leading troops to fight. Some of them were the ability to dispatch soldiers and dispatch soldiers. They could not be like using their arms and fingers, which was similar to being irresponsible to the soldiers.
Chapter completed!