The first thousand and six hundred and sixty-sixth festival of Xiangtun
Midwinter has arrived, and it’s starting to snow in the Juyan area.
The continuous wind and snow froze the earth, and also froze all the careerists and speculators.
To the west of Juyanze, near Mazong Mountain, Qiqu Qediaonan set up his banner here.
More than a month ago, he encountered a premeditated assassination and almost died. After that, he erected the big banner here.
The reason for choosing this place is very simple - because it is the west of Juyanze and intersects with Mubei and Qilian. It can not only monitor the various tribes in Juyan, but also escape to their home base in an emergency.
At this moment, outside the tent, heavy snow was flying, and the entire Juyanze was covered by wind and snow.
Even the most experienced herdsmen would rationally huddle in their huts at such times, waiting around the campfire for the wind and snow to pass.
"Has there been any reply from the Han Dynasty?" Qiqu Qediaonan asked in a hoarse voice, his confidant who was also his biological brother Qiqiqiaonan.
The appearance of Qie Qu's cry was very similar to that of Qie Qu Qie Diao Nan, except that he was shorter in stature and had smaller eyes. He slightly bent down and said: "General Zuo, we haven't received a reply from the Han Dynasty yet..."
After Qi Qu Qediao finished listening, he collapsed on the floor, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.
"Damn Han Dynasty people!" He cursed in a low voice.
Obviously, the Han Dynasty had made up its mind to destroy the Western Huns!
Han army scouts in the direction of Heli Mountain even crossed the Juyan Gorge and entered Juyanze.
The various tribes in Juyan also have ambiguous attitudes, with snakes at both ends.
Even among the cavalry he brought with him from Juyan, there were some who deliberately began to work hard and started to wait and see.
As far as he knew, in the vast Juyan and even the entire Hexi, spies, agents and envoys from Han and Hungary were traveling back and forth to lobby.
And he, the former ruler of the Western Huns, had been forgotten after his assassination.
Almost everyone thinks his end is coming.
No matter whether this place was finally acquired by the Northern Xiongnu or occupied by the Han Dynasty, he was a loser and a dead man.
But, how can we be willing to accept the difficulties?
He clenched his fists tightly and kept weighing things in his mind.
As a rebel, Qi Qu Qediao knew that it was impossible for him to surrender to the Northern Huns.
Therefore, his only way out was to surrender to the Han people.
However……
If he surrenders to the Han...
Zhelan people, Luhou people, and Qiang people will all turn against him.
I'm afraid that when he said the word surrender to the Han Dynasty, it was the day when the various tribes rebelled - although now, all the tribes in Hexi have already turned against him.
None of the messengers he sent out to contact him came back.
Those tribes that were once obedient, those who were once flatterers, are now planning to sell his head for a good price.
As for those former enemies, those who hated him to the core, I am afraid they can't wait to kill him with a thousand knives.
The only thing he can rely on now, and the last thing he relies on to maintain his life, is the three Wanqi of the Qiequ clan in his hand.
These three thousand knights are an army that he has used all means and methods and worked hard to build over the past few years.
However, after the assassination, even these three Wanqi did not dare to rest assured.
Who knows if any of these three Wanqi Li want to sell him?
Thinking of this, Qi Qu Qi Diao Di is filled with bitterness.
Even a little desperate.
He found that he could not even find a way to survive, and it seemed that he could only sit back and wait for death!
And this was something he couldn't accept.
Fortunately...fortunately...there is Xiaoyaosan...
I grabbed a pack of Xiaoyaosan, opened it, lit the fire and took a deep breath.
It's like a dream, and it's hard to forget the worries of the world in the smoke.
Outside the tent, heavy snow was falling.
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"What's going on over there in Qiqu Qediaonan?" In the middle of Juyan area, in a valley near a lake, Zhelan Wang Gutu, wearing a traditional felt hat, asked a nobleman who had just returned.
"This bitch must have been scared out of his wits... He has been hiding on Horse Hair Mountain for several days..." the man replied softly.
"There are only more than 3,000 people near Mazong Mountain... Your Majesty, do you want my slave to lead someone to kill him?" Immediately, a nobleman said loudly: "As long as we kill this slave, Hexi will be ours!"
Although the Zhelan tribe suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Mayi and lost almost all their elites, the power of the tiger's death is still there, and the foundation of the Zhelan people is still there. In the past few years, they have been recuperating and recuperating, especially with the alliance with Qiequ Qiediao.
Lan Ren's strength quickly recovered. Although there was still some gap compared with the peak, he also had nearly 10,000 cavalry again.
Zhelan's 10,000 cavalry were enough to sweep across the entire Hexi region and defeat all forces.
Everyone in the tent is convinced that as long as they do it themselves, seizing control of Hexi will not be a problem!
Moreover, there are also reinforcements from the Northern Huns!
Both Hulushe and Gulihu have promised that as long as Zhelan is willing to sacrifice the canal to Yu Shan anyway, then they will make Zhelan the master of Hexi and hand over the entire Hexi Corridor to Zhelan!
Naturally, no one would refuse such a good thing.
Every Zhelan nobleman is excited.
However, Gu Tu did not dare to be so forgiving.
He was a survivor of the Battle of Mayi. He was captured during the battle, and was eventually exchanged for Han soldiers and civilians by the military ministers at the expense of three thousand captives.
Logically speaking, he should be loyal to his military officials. Even if he cannot die to protect Yu Shan, he should at least try his best.
However, it was he, the person who was least likely to betray the military officials, who joined forces with Qiequ Qediaonan to massacre the headquarters of the military officials who had stayed in Hexi and Shan Yuting's guards.
Thus the separatist regime of the Western Huns was established.
Now, when he saw that the Western Huns were about to sink their ships, he flirted with the Northern Huns and reached an agreement.
In the past, it was absolutely impossible for Gutu to do these things.
It can only be said that the impact of the defeat on him was too great.
That tragic defeat not only left him with a lesson he would never forget, but also made him deeply question the military power of the Zhelan people.
"Don't touch him yet..." Gu Tu waved his hand and said, "There is still some use in keeping Qi Qie Qie Diao Nan..."
Gu Tu was actually very dissatisfied with these new nobles in Zhelan. These people were no different from the Zhelan people in the past. All they could think about was fighting and killing.
But in this era, it is no longer an era where one can gain a foothold by fighting and killing.
Moreover, purely in terms of force, Zhelan's strength, let alone fighting the Han army's magic cavalry, I am afraid that any Han army field cavalry can attack Zhelan's people to pieces - he was once arranged in Chang'an
He had visited the training and exercises of the Bashang Army and the Thorny Gate Army, and he knew this very well.
Therefore, in Gu Tu's view, the battle in Hexi has just begun.
A big move from the beginning? What to do next?
Besides, the Han army in Heli Mountain is sharpening its sword. Is there internal strife at this time? Doesn’t it give the Han Dynasty a chance?
