Chapter 669 Yang Qian's Gauntlet of the First Talented Southerner
Chapter 669
Now the army has entered Mayi County, but the rangers running around have not found any traces of the enemy. What is there are only the ruins of villages and towns that have been destroyed by the warriors of the Great Turks before.
For those Turkic warriors who have invaded the south and plundered Mayi and Yanmen counties countless times in the past few years, they are naturally very familiar with this area. They can come and go at will like their own backyard.
Seeing those vigorous Turkic athletes running across this vast and vast plain, Shibi Khan felt filled with great pride.
Perhaps, it won't be long before I can be like those nomads who took root in the prairie and eventually became famous in the Central Plains.
Think about the grassland ancestors of the past. They established one country after another on the Central Plains and took root and multiplied in the Central Plains. Although they eventually declined, it does not mean that there will not be more powerful grassland overlords in the future who will repeat the path of their ancestors.
Shibi Khan stroked his beard, which was sparser compared to ordinary Turkic barbarians, and showed a satisfied smile.
At this moment, ahead, the cavalry approaching Qifubo encountered a Turkic caravan. When they heard that this caravan was carrying Yang Qian, the son of Yang Ning who was staying in Jinyang and the leader of the Suppressing and Fu Army.
After the declaration of war.
He quickly sent someone to inform Shibi Khan. More than an hour later, Shibi Khan's car finally arrived at Qifubo. Hearing that Yang Qian, the overlord of the Central Plains, had also sent a letter to him
At the end of the war, Khan was not angry but happy.
"I thought he would avoid fighting. It seems that he and Jinyang stay behind really have a close father-son relationship. It's also good that Jiujiu Yang Qian's son is talented and literary..."
"Go and tell the big and small khans of the tribes, as well as the ministers from the Central Plains, to come to my tent and listen carefully. I really want to know what he will look like... Well, he is still doing it in a daze.
Well, go quickly." Shibi Khan suddenly forgot how to say that idiom, which was so embarrassing.
Seeing the Turkic warriors in front of him crawling on the ground to accept the order, Shibi Khan then stroked his rather precious beard and whispered softly. "Is it because of his fierce voice and appearance, or his lustful appearance..."
The confidant Hanchen on the side was very aware of the temper of the good-faced Shibi Khan. He didn't ask. If he stood up smartly, he would be waiting to be dragged away, castrated and sent to work as a coolie in the Que's camp.
This is not the emperor of the Central Plains. The emperor of the Central Plains has to pay attention to his face, at least he will not get angry and act wantonly because of such a small embarrassment.
This is the prairie, the base camp of the Turkic barbarians. The Han minister named Liu remembered the three Han ministers who were ahead of him. The shortest-lived one took office less than three months ago.
Just because he wanted to imitate the loyal minister and directly remonstrated with Shibi Khan, he was thrown into the labor camp the next day, and he is still there to this day carrying a dung bean and picking up cow dung with his nose full of tears.
Although he sincerely despises this Turkic barbarian who is like a monkey, the problem is that the Central Plains is in chaos now. If he wants to show his talents, all he can do is to choose a good master to serve him.
No matter what, the Turks are powerful, and it may not take too long to move south. At that time, I and other civil servants will be the first to seek refuge with Shibi Khan.
After all, this Turkic barbarian Khan will remember him and appoint him as a foreign minister. At that time, I am afraid that it will not be impossible to become the governor of a county.
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Outside the huge tent, one after another the big and small khans, as well as many Turkic princes and nobles, as well as representatives of the powerful Central Plains people, all gathered in the big tent. There were more than a hundred people, crowding the originally quite spacious tent.
Got to be full.
The strong fishy smell mixed with the smell of mutton and body odor made the powerful representatives of the Central Plains feel that they could hardly breathe.
It's so disgusting. These smells are mixed together, but at this moment, I don't dare to show the slightest discomfort or disgust on my face. I even have to squeeze out a smile and look at the person in the high position with admiring eyes.
The Khan at the top bowed his head and saluted to show respect.
After everyone had paid tribute to the great and noble Shibi Khan, the highly respected Shiboluo (Turkic official name) stood up and first praised the great and noble Shibi Khan.
"Today, I received news that the leader of the Central Plains' Suppression and Fu Army, Yang Qian, the son of Yang Ning who now controls the northwest, has replied to our distinguished Khan with a letter of challenge..."
Having said this, there was a sudden noise and noise from the crowd in the tent. Yang Qian, this guy, once left a rather unpleasant mark in the memories of the Turkic warriors.
Naturally, it was during the time of the Yanmen Regiment that the Turks were already preparing to withdraw their troops. Unexpectedly, after this despicable and shameless guy arrived with his army, he launched an attack without hesitation.
The Turkic army was caught off guard, very passive, and lost many warriors.
In the early and middle stages of the siege of Yanmen, the Turks were showing off their power, but in the later stages, it was Yang Qian who won consecutive victories. This not only made Shibi Khan angry, but also all the Turkic warriors felt extremely aggrieved.
Shi Boluo's old eyes swept across all the people present, and when his eyes met Shi Bi Khan, the corners of their mouths raised happily. This was the effect they wanted.
I just hope that the warriors of the Great Turks will be aroused with more anger and courage, so that they can kill the Yang family and his sons and their soldiers and horses as much as possible on the northwest border more simply and neatly, clearing the biggest obstacle on the road of the Great Turks to the south.
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"Noble Khan, shouldn't the Southern Barbarian send a letter begging for mercy?" A Turkic leader suddenly said this.
Suddenly there was a burst of flamboyant and wild laughter, and Shibi Khan couldn't help but smile and shake his head. "Then if Yang Ning and his son were willing to surrender, they should have raised their troops to surrender long ago. But now that they haven't arrived, they must still be thinking about it."
Leave it to chance."
"In that case, Shi Boluo, please read out in front of everyone the letter of challenge of Yang Qian, the most talented man in the South."
"I want to see it, let him talk... So what if the lotus flower can still defeat hundreds of thousands of our great Turks' bows and horses?"
After hearing Shibi Khan's words, the Turkic leaders laughed even more happily, and although a group of Central Plains tycoons who came to join them were also laughing, they felt bad in their hearts.
I hope that the Suppressing Army under Yang Qian can withstand a decisive blow from the Turks, but I also have a vague hope that Yang Qian's war letter can dampen the faces of these Turkic barbarians. They cannot be allowed to be ignorant of literature, ethics and benevolence.
The savage and rough man took advantage of everything.
After Sibo Luo touched his chest as a salute to Khan Shibi, he raised his hand and took the thick envelope handed by the Khan's personal guard at the side.
I picked up my hands and couldn't help but be a little surprised. I'm afraid there must be a lot of words, right? It's okay, let me, a wise man from the Great Turks, have a good look at the literary talent of this southerner...