The next day, a group of Wuhuan people disguised as Huns led the pottery merchant, Zhen Mi and others towards the valley where they said three thousand fine horses were hidden.
The group of people left Qihe County and headed straight to the north. After walking for more than a hundred miles, they did faintly see a mountain pass.
Arriving right in front of the mountain, the leading young man pointed at the valley to the potter and said with a smile, "It's right there!"
The potter suddenly exclaimed, "I see... But let me ask you a question. Where are the horses? But it's impossible for so many horses to eat, drink, and eat in that valley, right? There should be no grass in the valley."
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The Wuhuan young man laughed when he heard this.
Fortunately, I was prepared in advance.
When they first devised this plan, his masters Yuan Shao and Jushou guessed that the pottery merchant would never be fooled so easily, so they had planned everything in advance.
The Wuhuan people actually stored 700 war horses in this valley this time, in order to design a realistic scene and effectively dispel the doubts of the pottery merchant when he had doubts in his mind.
At that moment, I saw the young leader of Wuhuan, pointing to the east and saying: "That's over there. The people under my command usually drive their horses out and graze on the grassland over there.
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The pottery merchant winked at Ah Fei and saw Ah Fei galloping over on horseback.
After a while, when he came back, he lowered his head and said to Tao Shang: "What this person said is true. There are indeed a lot of horse manure and traces of the grass being chewed up on the grassland over there. Judging from the time, it must have been not long ago...
…There are indeed horses here!”
The pottery merchant raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and couldn't help but feel funny in his heart.
Unexpectedly, in order to kill him smoothly, the Wuhuan people set up such a big trap, and actually used war horses to confuse themselves. Although there were not as many as three thousand, they were estimated to be at least five or six hundred.
Ping sent so many war horses here for free, should I thank them properly?
"That's very good!" The pottery merchant turned to the young Wuhuan man and said, "In that case, let's go into the valley."
Wuhuan young man said: "Mr. Tao is really thoughtful. Before entering the valley, he remembered to have someone observe the surroundings to see if there are really horses."
The pottery merchant replied politely: "I have been doing business outside all year round, so I am a little more careful. Please don't blame me."
The young man laughed loudly: "Don't worry, I swear by the noble Kunlun God, we Huns will never harm our friends."
The group of people immediately walked towards the valley. When they were halfway there, the pottery man suddenly stopped and stopped walking.
The young man from Wuhuan turned to look at him in confusion and asked curiously: "Mr. Tao, what are you doing?"
The pottery merchant grinned, shook his head and said, "I suddenly regretted it and didn't want to buy it."
Wuhuan young man advised: "Mr. Tao, if you walk a few steps further in, you will see the horses. They are already here. Why don't you go back after taking a look at the goods?"
The potter shook his head: "I won't look anymore. I'm tired. I want to go home."
The young man from Wuhuan did not expect that he would change his mind as soon as he said so. He was confused for a moment and looked at the pottery merchant blankly, not knowing what to say.
After a while, the young man from Wuhuan came back to his senses, raised his head, laughed three times, and said: "Well, if you don't want to go in, don't go in. Once you get here, you can't run away! . . .
As for going home, haha, don’t even think about it!”
The pottery merchant narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What do you mean by this?"
The young man stopped pretending. He rode his horse and led the crowd away from the pottery merchant. He put on a prepared posture and said, "Tao, listen carefully! This king is Yu Qiu Li, the chief dan of the Three Kings of Wuhuan."
Louban, my only son, has been ordered by General Yuan to capture and kill you, a traitor of the Han people! I am not afraid to tell you the truth, there are not only war horses in this valley, but also 10,000 warriors from my Wuhuan Three Kings tribe ambushing you.
Here, if you dismount and return as soon as possible, I will spare your life as a dog!"
The potter suddenly nodded and said: "So you are not a Huns, but a Wuhuan, or a little prince... Then why did you acquiesce when I called you Wuhuan people bastards?"
It would have been better if the pottery merchant didn't mention this problem. When he mentioned it, Lou Ban was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
The floor manager raised his hand and tapped the pottery merchant in the air a few times, and shouted: "You can do it! You stinky little thief, how dare you mention this? Just wait and see if I don't kill you this time! I
Let you kneel down to the Wuhuan people!"
After saying that, he turned his head and winked at the cavalry behind him.
The cavalryman understood, and then raised his head and howled like a wolf toward the sky.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
This is a unique secret signal of the Wuhuan people. As soon as they hear this howl, the Wuhuan cavalry ambushing nearby will come to help the caller to defeat the enemy together.
The boss looked at the potter proudly. Because of his strange appearance and his strong temper, he looked like a yellow man who had become a spirit.
But the Wuhuan cavalry shouted for a long time, and finally they stopped shouting and coughed, and the ambush soldiers did not come out.
The floor class looked around in confusion and scratched his head in confusion: "What's going on? It's quite loud. You shouldn't be able to hear it... Could it be that you're not imitating howling like a wolf?"
The potter rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "It's really unskilled to use a wolf howl as a secret code! Today I will let you open your eyes and know what is the most fashionable secret code at the moment!"
After saying this, the pottery merchant turned to Xu Chu.
Then Xu Chu took a deep breath and inserted the sword into the soil.
"Oooh! Ooooooooo!"
After the tiger roared, the sound of horse hoofbeats could be heard faintly in the valley, and a short time later, an army of soldiers was seen charging out of the valley.
The general at the head, with his black and white beard, brass armor, gold-backed sword, and precious carved bow, is Huang Zhong.
Huang Zhong commanded the soldiers of the three armies to surround the pottery merchant, Lou Ban and others. Then he raised his sword across his chest and looked at the pottery merchant from a distance, muttering secretly.
"If you don't beat the drum, don't ring the gold...but you have to call the tiger as a secret signal...what a waste of time!"
Lou Ban and other Wuhuan people were immediately dumbfounded.
The pottery merchant smiled and waved to Lou Ban, saying: "Little Prince Wuhuan, stop being stunned, get off your horse, come here, come here, come in front of me."
Although Lou Ban is young, he is not a fool. He knows that the more than 10,000 soldiers and 700 horses ambushed in the valley must have been captured by the pottery merchants.
But what did he do wrong that made Tao think there was a problem? Send troops and horses in advance to clear it out?
Lou Ban got off his horse and walked up to the pottery merchant's horse under the gaze of the Jinling army.
The potter looked at him with a smile and said, "You just said, who is kneeling down for whom?"
Lou Ban sniffed, knelt down on one knee very wisely, put one hand on his chest, and said respectfully to the pottery merchant: "Qiu Liju, the eldest son of Shan Yu, the Three Kings, has met the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty. What is the name of the Prime Minister?"
Powerful in the desert, from south to north, no one knows that you are like the sun in the sky, using your sunshine to warm thousands of people of the Han Dynasty and the Mobei grassland, your mind is as vast as
It’s like a grassland with no end in sight!”
The pottery merchant opened his mouth in surprise.
When I was young, I saw him turning to look at Liu Hubi, pointing at Lou Ban and saying: "What did you people on the grassland eat when they grew up? Are all of them so shameless?"
Liu Hubei shook his head vigorously and said: "No, no, no, the Huns grew up drinking mare's milk and eating mutton. They are generally not like this... maybe the Wuhuan people, because they all grew up eating shit.
big."
Liu Hubi became furious when he heard this: "Fart! The Wuhuan people are the greatest ethnic group on the grassland, and the Huns eat shit!"
Liu Hu refused to give in to him at all: "You're the one farting! It's the Wuhuan people who eat shit!"
“The Huns eat shit!”
"Wuhuan people eat shit!"
"Stop!" The pottery merchant waved his hand vigorously, interrupting the heated argument between the two, and acted as a peacemaker: "Stop arguing, each of us should take a step back, listen to me, and each of us can eat half the bubble."