Within a few days, Kuai Che finally arrived at the court of the Huns.
The red-blooded horse neighed out in the wind, with a bright red cloak, a golden scimitar, and dark silver armor. Wolf King Maodun took the lead and commanded the mountains with his momentum.
On the left is the accompanying Hu Ji, wearing a golden gauze, sitting down on a horse, and her movements are like a jade body.
On the right was Chen Yu, with sharp eyes and an expressionless face. After seeing Kuai Che, who was sitting leisurely and motionless on the horse across from him, he took a breath, raised his chin slightly, and touched the hilt of the wolf-headed sword with his right hand.
"Hahaha, there are hundreds of schools of thought, but I am the only one who controls them. Today I finally get to see the style of the Central Plains family. Mr. Kuai Che, you really made it easy for me to wait."
Mao Dun reined in his horse and spun around in half a circle. While laughing boldly, he also looked at Kuai Che.
At this time, Kuai Che's attention was focused on the hundreds of personal guards accompanying Mao Dun.
The movements are organized, and the murderous intent is hidden. Completely different from the tough grassland barbarians of the past, Maodun is indeed not the brainless barbarian he once was.
Kuai Che reminded himself in his heart.
What were the grassland barbarians like in the past? At a glance, the troops around Shan Yu were all majestic warriors, brave and fierce. Their murderous intent was beyond words, and they were far from being able to follow orders.
From these two points alone, we can see that there is a huge difference between Modu and those past grassland kings.
"The great king swept through the heroes and unified the grassland. His fame was at the peak of his power. Even Kuai Che heard about it a hundred times and saw it once."
"Hahaha~"
Mao Dun laughed again, pointed the whip in his hand back, and asked loudly: "Sir, you are a great talent in the Central Plains. I wonder if these incompetent men under my command can catch your eyes."
Kuai Che pretended to look at him twice more, and praised: "The great Qin warriors are nothing more than this."
As soon as the words fell, Chen Yu's expression changed and he glanced at Mao Dun secretly.
The Great Qin warriors are nothing more than this. It sounds like praise. The Great Qin Empire that unified the Central Plains, the Great Qin warriors are not as good as the wolf warriors.
However, these people are Maodun's personal guards. How many people can there be in the Wolf King's personal guards? What is the scale of the Great Qin warriors? The comparison of strength between the Wolf Clan and the Great Qin Empire is clearly exaggerated but actually derogatory.
"Haha, it turns out that the elites of our clan are no less than those of Great Qin."
Modun grinned, and suddenly turned his head and shouted back: "My sons, did you hear that, the top masters from the Central Plains said that we are already stronger than the sharp warriors of Great Qin!"
"drink!"
"Drink~"
The Wolf King raised his arms and shouted, and hundreds of troops immediately responded. The murderous intent surged instantly, setting off a bloody storm between heaven and earth.
Such shocking murderous intent, led by Mao Dun, made Kuai Che frown.
Ten years ago, Touman Shanyu took advantage of the time when the Qin State attacked and destroyed the Zhao State, and led the wolf clan to go south to plunder. As a result, he was severely defeated by the Qin and Zhao army led by Li Mu. This defeat took several years to recover from.
Son.
At this time, Qin was about to be attacked again, so Mao Dun naturally attached great importance to morale.
Kuai Che's words had evil connotations, but Mao Dun easily exposed them and made a show of force.
Chen Yu released his right hand from the hilt of the sword, soothed his tense nerves, sneered in his heart, and looked at Kuai Che: The Central Plains underestimates the barbarians, and the ghost valleys are everywhere. I don't know who is arrogant.
Mao Dun waved his arm, raised his thick eyebrows on his rough face, and turned around to face Kuai Che again.
"At this time, the Central Plains is in chaos, how can I miss this opportunity? However, even if the Qin Dynasty is stretched thin due to the Shandong rebellion, Meng Tian's Northern Army is still a formidable barrier that is difficult to overcome.
I heard that you, sir, are a great man in the world, and you have a plan to defeat Mengtian, but please tell me. If you can use it for me, I will agree to all your price."
Kuai Che looked around and muttered: "This is a major military matter, a matter of life and death. Your Majesty will be here..."
"Is there anything wrong here? The sky and the green grass are here to discuss secrets. All the people here are my king's confidants. Could it be that the sky and the earth will leak military information?"
How to deal with the arrogance of a political advisor? Regarding this point, there are too many classic examples from the Central Plains that show that when dealing with a political advisor, you must not let him speak too comfortably.
I must be in charge of the pace of this conversation!
Otherwise, if you lose your dominance and fall into the rhythm of a political strategist, the other party will say that the bad things are white, and then you will foolishly believe them.
What Mao Dun wanted was a feasible plan to defeat Meng Tian, and what could make him afraid and fearful was that unless Great Qin suddenly wholeheartedly supported Meng Tian in conquering the grassland, he really had nothing to fear.
From the beginning, since he knew that Kuai Che was arrogant, Mao Dun had no intention of recruiting talents. Kuai Che may indeed have great talents, but there is no way he could seek refuge in the grassland like Chen Yu.
In this case, Mao Dun doesn't need to worry too much. Anyway, I am destined to not get you, so I am strong, so what about your political advisor.
What Kuai Che wants is to completely get rid of the young master Fusu. But it is difficult for him to do this on his own.
Even with the cooperation of Luowang's killers, it would be extremely difficult to sneak into the Golden Fire Cavalry camp. Not to mention, Fusu is not stupid. In this situation, he must be protected by experts.
Kuai Che caught what Mao Dun wanted, but failed to capture what Mo Dun feared. Without the crucial latter, he wanted to capture the natural wolf king who created the grassland empire, but in the end he missed a move.
If Touman Chanyu had been replaced, he might have gone to war with Mengtian. Unfortunately, Maodun was not Touman.
"Could it be that you don't have confidence in my king's ability to control his subordinates? Hahaha, sir, you can rest assured. People have many different opinions. These four words do not exist under my command."
Mao Dun ignored Kuai Che's reaction. After he finished speaking, he took out a loud arrow with his left hand and threw it out in the lightning flash.
The specially-made arrow flies through the air with the blessing of Maodun's internal force, and the air penetrates it and emits a unique chirp.
Mao Dun threw out the arrow, and in an instant, hundreds of guards burst into murderous aura, shaking the sky and the earth.
Kuai Che's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously unsheathed his sword, moving his sword horizontally across the grassland.
The next moment, a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The exquisite sounding arrow was inserted into the head of the horse Hu Ji was sitting on. The arrow's branch penetrated three-thirds of the way, and the skull was probably broken.
And Hu Ji herself, including the man and the horse, the graceful body, had turned into a bloody hedgehog, and she didn't even have time to let out a scream.
Mao Dun waved his left hand and sat on the red-blooded horse with a stern look.
But the cavalry behind him shot Hu Ji so quickly, but they seemed not to move at all.
Vertical and horizontal? Temptation? Verbal inducement?
If this king cannot be satisfied, Guigu Zongheng will also only have one head and one life.
Kuai Che read these words from Mao Dun's eyes, and his hand holding the Gongbu Sword tightened.
Chen Yu glanced condescendingly at Hu Ji's fallen body, curled his lips, and looked forward with interest to how Kuai Che would respond next.