Yi Zhixie slowly stepped out of the carriage, raised her head, and saw the majestic palace wall appearing in her sight.

"No wonder Bank of China once told me in the past that the palace of the emperor of the Han Dynasty was the sacred capital..."

The majestic and majestic Weiyang Palace, just like in the past years, gave Yi Zhixie a disincentive with its huge size and transcendent height.

In this era, no one can resist the visual impact brought by Weiyang Palace.

After a brief period of confusion, an unstoppable and unstoppable impulse arose in Yi Zhixie's heart. He almost roared in his heart and shouted: "This temple should be mine!"

For the Huns, when they see something good, they will scoop it into their own bowl. This is a natural and innate instinct.

But soon, Yi Zhixie's expression became extremely embarrassed.

Because, the palace door of Weiyang Palace slowly opened.

Appearing in front of Yi Zhixie were the heavy armored cavalry of the royal honor guard currently used by the Han Dynasty and the heavy armored infantry holding Mo Dao.

The whole body, even the horses, were covered with thick heavy armor, with only two eyes exposed. The heavy armored cavalry were arranged in five rows with fifty riders in a row, and slowly drove the horses under their crotches to complete the task.

The formation marched forward step by step, with only the heavy sound of horse hooves echoing on the stiff stone floor.

Following this seemingly invincible, invincible, and unstoppable armored cavalry were heavy infantry also wearing heavy armor.

In their hands, they hold tightly the most advanced, terrifying, and sharpest Mo Dao in the world today.

The bright Mo Dao shines with a chilling light in the late autumn sunshine.

Yi Zhixie swallowed hard, and for the first time in her life, there was a look of weakness due to fear in her pupils.

But the heavy armored cavalry of the Han Dynasty still moved forward slowly. It took them a quarter of an hour to come out of the palace wall.

This gave Yi Zhixie some comfort: such a clumsy cavalry was just a target on the battlefield.

But, the next moment, the thunderous roar of horse hooves suddenly sounded.

The cavalry formation that had just stepped out of the palace gate suddenly accelerated under the leadership of the leading knight.

Almost in an instant, they rushed over the distance of fifty steps. The torrent of iron armor made of steel rushed to Yi Zhixie with an aura that looked down on anyone in the world. Who dares to be the enemy?

He could even see the hot breath coming from the nose of the war horse closest to him.

This frightened Yi Zhixie so much that he even lost his footing and could only maintain a calm expression.

The surrounding Han Dynasty officials and ministers all showed hearty laughter.

What they love to watch most is scenes like this.

The Yi and Di monarchs and their envoys bowed their heads in front of the invincible military might of the Han family and were at a loss what to do.

I never tire of this kind of scene.

Of course, everyone actually knows it very well.

In fact, these heavy armored cavalry and heavy armored infantry can only act arrogantly in front of Weiyang Palace.

In the wild, there is no need to fight the enemy. Just the muddy roads and complex terrain are enough for these heavy cavalry to become fixed targets.

Therefore, the Han Dynasty still has only about 700 heavy armored cavalry, and all of them are designated as ceremonial guards. They are used to show authority to the Yi and Di, to worship the gods of heaven and earth at the beginning of the year and at the end of the year, and as a guard of honor when the emperor goes on patrol.

Otherwise, they will never appear on the battlefield.

But how could Yi Zhixie know this?

At this moment, his mind was completely frightened by the cavalry that looked like the hills of the desert.

He squeezed the palms of his hands and found that they were already covered in sweat.

At this moment, Yi Zhixie knew that if he could not solve the problems caused by the impact of such Han heavy armored cavalry on the battlefield, then let alone attack Chang'an in the future.

I am afraid that the first thing the Xiongnu had to face was how to avoid the crisis of national subjugation and genocide.

Yi Zhixie let out a long breath, his eyes motionless as he observed the cavalry that was just around the corner.

However, the ministers and ministers of the Han Dynasty also cooperated very well. They did not rush at all, but just watched as if they were watching a joke.

"Ha!" the leader of the cavalry said the first word in his mask.

Then, the cavalry immediately lined up on both sides of the palace gate.

The cavalry on the left started to sing first. They sang in elegant Chinese language with impassioned and passionate tones.

"Nan Zhong is so powerful, but he is so weak in defeating Xirong!"

The cavalry on the right immediately followed up with the next sentence: "Nan Zhong is so powerful, and he is so powerful in the barbarians!"

On the tower, passionate music began to play.

The heavy armored infantry following the cavalry also caught up in time and were arranged on both sides. They raised the Mo Dao in their hands and then staggered to form a city wall composed of steel blades. These infantry also sang in harmony.

The infantryman on the left sang a promise: "The spring is late, the flowers and trees are luxuriant. The warehouses are harvested, and the grass is harvested. If you are found ugly at the trial, you will return it with your humble words!"

The infantryman on the right sang: "In the past, I went there, and saw the millet and flowers. Now I come to think about it, and it rains and snows. The king's affairs are so difficult that he cannot leave home!"

Then, the infantry and cavalry exchanged words of promise.

For a time, in the loud and exciting music, the husband of the Han family welcomed the guests from the Xiongnu with the most iron-blooded and militaristic immortal poems of the Xia Dynasty.

A member of the Xiongnu envoy who knew the cultural allusions of the Han Dynasty approached Yizhi and reported in a low voice: "Honorable King Yougu Li, what these Han people are singing is a poem written by the Han Dynasty hundreds of years ago.

The name is: Getting out of the car, which is an article in the Book of Songs..."

Yi Zhi nodded obliquely and asked, "What do they mean?"

The man moved his lips but did not dare to speak clearly.

Yi Zhixie then sternly ordered: "Speak!"

"Reporting to King Yougu Li... This poem tells the story of how the Chinese emperor ordered a general named 'Nan Zhong' hundreds of years ago to attack the enemy country 'Xirong' and 'Xi Xun'..."

Yi Zhixie's expression suddenly became very wonderful.

Of course Xirong, Yixun and Yizhixie know what they are referring to.

Hundreds of years ago, these two names were northern nomads like the Xiongnu today.

Obviously, the people of the Han Dynasty wanted to use this poem to tell the Huns that if they knelt down to surrender, they would lose half the battle!

This made Yi Zhixie feel extremely angry!

This is just like the Chinese People's Volunteer Army playing the military song of the Chinese People's Volunteers when they welcomed the visit of Secretary of State Mike Pompeo. It may even be even more outrageous than this!

Yi Zhi's slanted eyes scanned the surrounding Han family ministers.

The expressions of these guys at this moment were extremely solemn and solemn, and the corners of their mouths had a somewhat condescending and disdainful air of coldness.

To China, the Huns?

That was just a Yi Di who had been prosperous for only a few decades.

We once fought against the barbarians of Jingchu in the mountains of the south, conquered the Dongyi tribes in the eastern water network, and even expelled and beaten the dogs, Rong, 玁狁鬼.

From the perspective of history.

We are always winning. We are always righteous and we are always the master.

In recent decades, I have just taken a nap.

Zuer Xiongnu, it is a great honor to give you the honor to come to pay homage to the Emperor!

What else do you want?

Especially in the song "Chuche", which promotes Zhuxiaism from beginning to end. It emphasizes the glory and honor of the king's army's conquest of the barbarians and the victory of civilization against barbarism. This kind of thinking is even more important.

It has been infinitely magnified.

Amidst the singing of promises, Gongsun Kunxie of Dahonglu, who had been on "sick leave" for almost a year, came to Yizhixi in court clothes, cupped his hands and said: "By order of the Emperor of Han, the Huns' envoys can enter Simamen

, to meet the emperor!"

This is a very normal diplomatic procedure for exchanges between China and Hungary.

Yi Zhixie naturally knew it. He nodded slightly and said in return, "Thank you!"

He spoke Chinese fairly fluently. This made Gongsun Kunxie take another look at him.

Yi Zhixie asked as if no one else was watching: "May I ask, noble minister, why is this?"

"As far as I know, the etiquette for exchanges between the two countries agreed between the Han envoys and our lord in the past did not include these..." he asked, pointing to the majestic cavalry and infantry arrays of the Han army.

Gongsun Kunxie chuckled and said: "This is the etiquette established by our lord, the Holy Emperor, to welcome the noble envoys. China has been based on ritual and music since ancient times. When guests come, there will be ritual music played. When jackals come, there will also be ritual music played...

"

Gongsun Kunxie cherished this opportunity to 'recover'.

He didn't want to be put on sick leave by the emperor again.

Therefore, his words were carefully considered, impeccable, and could please the emperor.

There is no way. If you want to live well now, you have to kneel down and lick the emperor.

Yi Zhixie snorted coldly when he heard this.

This kind of intimidation and blackmail was the exclusive privilege of the Xiongnu in the past.
To be continued...