Chen Ping fought hard for a long time, but to no avail.
His sheep were roasted by black cattle and iron pillars.
These two greedy dogs must say that Yangyang is seducing them!
You don’t even have the face!
As a result, Chen Ping accepted his fate, and the group chatted while eating roasted whole lamb.
On the prairie, the moon and stars are sparse, and the scenery is very beautiful.
Qin Feng ate the roasted whole lamb and drank a cup of tea.
Then he hugged his head comfortably, lay on the ground, and asked lightly:
"What is your plan? Let Touman Chanyu lead his army to attack Da Yueshi.
And then forced Dayuezhi to kill Maodun, thus causing chaos among the Xiongnu?"
Chen Ping wiped his mouth with his sleeve without any image, nodded excitedly and replied:
"That's right! We want Touman Chanyu to attack Da Yueshi and force Maodun to die!
The father killed his son, and the Chanyu killed King Zuoxian, which would inevitably cause dissatisfaction among other Huns!
When the time comes, I will convince King Zuoguli, who is under Maodun Shanyu, who has 30,000 fine cavalry.
In the name of avenging Maodun, they disturbed the Huns!"
Qin Feng picked up a piece of grass, stuffed it into his mouth, nodded noncommittally and said:
"Then what? Meng Tian's army took advantage of the situation and went north to inflict heavy losses on the Xiongnu?"
Chen Ping looked at Qin Feng's neither salty nor cool attitude, frowned slightly and said:
"What? Isn't this bad? I think it's already great."
Qin Feng stood up, sighed and said:
"Is King Zuo Guli from Modu?"
Chen Ping nodded and said:
"Yes, he is a silly man, and he has a very good relationship with Mo Dun. They have been playing together since childhood."
The wind on the grassland at night was very cold. Qin Feng tightened his clothes slightly, looked at Chen Ping, and said calmly:
"Modun is indeed a heroic figure, but he is still too young, so that his power is only King Zuogu Li.
Do you think that 30,000 cavalry is a lot for the Huns who control 300,000 men?"
Chen Ping was at a loss for words for a moment and said calmly:
"But... it's not about having more soldiers, it's about being able to..."
"Can it disrupt the Huns? You may not know that the Huns are inherently chaotic.
The Great Chanyu commanded hundreds of tribes, and each tribe had its own knights.
What Touman Chanyu did was just to make them surrender, just like the Western Zhou Dynasty enfeoffment."
Chen Ping suddenly became a little depressed.
He knew that what Qin Feng said was right, and he was indeed naive.
Each tribe of Huns is independent and not as closely connected as the Central Plains Dynasty.
They may be happy to talk about the family affairs of the Great Chanyu, but it is a bit unrealistic to raise an army to Qingjun for the sake of the so-called crown prince, King Zuo Xian.
Mao Dun was killed, and it was certain that he could create chaos, but the scope of the chaos was not enough.
Qin Feng looked at Chen Ping who was a little disappointed, walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him in a warm voice:
"You have done a good job, but again, you are a poisonous person!
Either don’t do it or do it!”
Chen Ping was stunned for a moment and couldn't help blurting out:
"How toxic?"
Qin Feng grinned, leaned over and whispered:
"A living Moton is more useful than a dead one. We just need to give him..."
Chen Ping's face became more and more shocked as he listened, and finally looked at Qin Feng blankly, not knowing what to say.
It’s simply too cruel!
If he just wants to mess up the Huns, then Qin Feng wants to exterminate their descendants!
...
Three days later, Touman Shanyu still stayed in his royal tent, enjoying a rare and tender time with his Yan family.
While drinking the fine wine from Da Yueshi, I was teasing my cute little son. I felt so uncomfortable.
As for the war in the Hetao Plain, what does it have to do with me?
Anyway, there is King Hunxie leading the Hunxie tribe with 100,000 people, plus the Chu people are dealing with the Qin army.
The Hunxie tribe is not a pure-bred Huns, but a tribe that evolved after the Yiqu tribe was conquered by the Huns.
How many people died among them, and what does it matter to the Huns?
If these people can exchange for one more Qin soldier, they will all make a profit.
At that time, the Qin army was defeated by the Hunxie tribe and the Chu people were exhausted.
Either retreat voluntarily, or wait to be judged by the wrath of the Hun King!
The Yan family twisted her plump body and was wrapped in the silk gauze sent by the Daqin caravan. She was so charming that Touman Shanyu was ready to move.
But Mrs. Yan wanted to refuse and welcomed her, so she said softly:
"Da Chanyu, Da Yuezhi, are you ready?"
Touman Shanyu was impatient, patted his chest and promised:
"Don't worry, Mao Dun is dead this time! The army has already prepared and set off!"
But Yanshi still avoided Touman's clutches and said coquettishly:
"Oh~ don't be impatient~
Modu is quite famous among the Xiongnu, if someone leaks the news to him..."
Touman Chanyu showed an enigmatic smile:
"How could the great Chanyu have thought of this?
Don't worry, it is King Xiutu who is going to attack Da Yueshi this time!
The Huyan clan, Lan clan, Xubu clan, Qiulin clan, etc. don’t know about it, let alone anyone telling Mao Dun in advance!”
After hearing these words, Mrs. Yan lay down on the soft bed with satisfaction, looking like she was ready to take whatever you wanted.
But at this moment, a very inappropriate sound suddenly came from outside.
"The great Chanyu, Chen Ping would like to see you!"
Touman suddenly stopped what he was doing, frowned and cursed:
"Get out!"
But just as he was preparing for his next move, Chen Ping's voice suddenly came anxiously from outside:
"Da Chanyu, the matter is of great importance! It is extremely urgent!"
Touman Shanyu was already old and frail, but he lost interest completely after being yelled at by this voice.
Mrs. Yan put on her gauze with a smile, sat up straight, and regained her dignified appearance.
Touman roared angrily:
"If you fart, let it go! If it doesn't make sense, I'll shove your head into your butt!"
Chen Ping was obviously not frightened, but walked in without saying a word, caressing his chest respectfully and bending down:
"Blessed by the immortal heaven, O great Chanyu!
My fellow villager is a divine envoy and is proficient in the art of divination.
He said that he recently came across something related to the Great Chanyu, so I must ask you to meet him!"
As soon as Touman Shanyu heard about the art of divination, he immediately suppressed the anger on his face.
Because on the prairie, the most respected person is the fortune teller, who can also be called the God of Dance.
These are all divine envoys who can communicate with the gods. If you offend them, it is equivalent to offending the gods behind them!
Touman Chanyu nodded slightly and said:
"Okay, let him come in."
Immediately afterwards, a mysterious man covered in black robes slowly came over.
Touman Shanyu suddenly stood up with a solemn face and asked solemnly:
