"The person who transformed himself into a foreign country, the Xianbei Kebineng has seen the envoy of the Celestial Empire." Kebineng knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times in succession.
"I heard of the great name for a long time." Xun You stretched out his hand to signal. "Master General, please get up."
"Thank you, the messenger." Kebi Neng stood up, clasped his fists with his hands, and stood down. "I have worked hard for the messenger from afar. I have prepared some wine and meat to celebrate the messenger's merits."
"Very good." Xun You raised his hand and waved it lightly. A personal guard stepped forward and placed two Hu beds. Xun You turned over and got off the horse, sat one by himself, and then stretched out his hand and pointed it. "Sit."
Ke Bi Neng bowed again, sat on Hu's bed, his knees were closed, his head was raised halfway, and his eyes were respectful.
"What's the matter with you gather here?"
"This is a Xianbei custom. There are conferences in New Year's Day, May and August. We discuss major events and contact each other to avoid disputes."
"From now on, this custom will be changed."
Ke Bineng's eyes flashed slightly and he was silent for a moment. "Emunited, this has been my Xianbei for hundreds of years..."
"Has the Xianbei been there for hundreds of years?" Xun You sneered.
Kebi is speechless.
"Even if you have hundreds of years, is it still longer than my thousands of years of history in China?" Xun You stomped his feet gently. "This place is only two hundred miles away from my border. For me, there must be no one who can sleep and travel to me.
The noise of the words disturbed my dreams. If you want to get together, go further, otherwise today's events will happen at all times."
Kebi took a deep breath, his face changed a few times, and finally swallowed it back. "Then where are we Xianbei people gathering so that we can not disturb the envoy's dream?"
"A place that my great Han cavalry cannot reach."
Ke Bi Neng raised his head and looked at Xun You, and happened to meet Xun You's sharp gaze like a sword. His eyes met, his heart tightened when he was stabbed, and his back became cold. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he held it back.
After a moment, Ke Bi could not withstand the pressure, so he took the initiative to avoid Xun You's stare and bowed his head again.
"Please give me a guide to a way out."
Xun You withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Since you are unwilling to go to a very far place, you might as well speak Chinese instead, it sounds more pleasant. I heard that although you are illiterate, you admire my Chinese clothes. Why not just follow the Huns and call Han Han.
Evil stories, sent envoys, made contributions, and paid tribute to our Han emperor."
Ke Bi Neng sighed lightly. "I can't ask for it. However, the Xianbei area has many races. My tribe has limited strength, and I am afraid it can only represent myself and others."
"It's okay, just take care of yourself. If you have the support of Luo Han and step forward, if you still don't know how to advance and retreat, and just insist on being enemies with our great man, even if they cause disaster, God cannot save them, let alone you.
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Xun You stood up, reached out and patted his thighs lightly. The armor leaves were clanging, and the ice that was mixed with blood fell down, making people uneasy.
Ke Bi Neng bit his lip tightly, not daring to say a word. He immediately offered wine and meat to reward the Han army, and asked Yan Rou to come forward to discuss the details of his surrender with Xun You, and strive to retain some face.
If Xun You's request is completely followed, he would not have thought of hanging on the grassland in the future.
Seeing that Bu Dugen was defeated by the Han army, Ke Bi Neng surrendered to the Han army, but no one dared to jump out to compete with the Han army. Some people slipped away quietly, and some followed Ke Bi Neng to negotiate with him, wanting to see the situation before talking.
At the beginning of the negotiations, Xun You announced an unshakable principle.
Within two hundred miles of Danhan Mountain, no Xianbei tribes must appear, otherwise one will be killed.
"Great Victory in Northern Xinjiang"
A fast horse rushed into the river valley, and the horse's hooves kicked countless snow-white waves. The knight on the horse's back held a small feathered flag and ran past countless people, shouting loudly, leaving behind a surprise.
Although I don’t know what the so-called Northern Xinjiang victory is, it is good news after all.
Han Sui, who was making the final preparations before the war, stood on the newly built general platform, looked down on the top of the platform clearly, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
He had put a lot of effort into it and had just completed the preparations for the strong attack on Kuhan. He was waiting to use the rebellion of capturing Kuhan City to quell Song Jian's rebellion to send the emperor a late New Year gift, but he was taken first.
Is it Ma Chao or Zhang Yang? Did you do it on purpose?
Han Sui turned around and looked at Han Yin, who was also surprised. The more he thought about it, he became more angry and shouted in a deep voice: "Fight well, whether my father and son can go further depends on whether the battle is exciting."
Han Yin took his eyes back and raised his chest. "Aweng, don't worry, this battle will definitely last for the emperor."
"I hope so." Han Sui smacked his lips, feeling very complicated.
He believed this battle would be wonderful.
It’s not how fierce the war is, but the unprecedented tacit understanding of the soldiers’ cooperation, and the battlefield command will become very easy. After several days of running-in, all the soldiers who were in the attack mission have been fully prepared and made sufficient.
He just needs to issue orders according to the plan.
But the more exciting the battle, the more uneasy he became.
That was not the credit of his father and son. When prepared to this point, anyone who commanded him would win. The general's personal ability did not seem to be important. As long as he was not a fool, he could successfully win.
The more Han Sui thought about it, the more he felt that this was a trap.
What's even more terrifying is that he couldn't find a way to get rid of it.
After seeing the good news sent by Xun You for six hundred miles, Liu Xie couldn't help but flicked his fingers.
“Beautiful job.”
Jia Xu stroked his beard and smiled. "Xun You used his troops and was bold and meticulous. He was like a peerless swordsman, and he would hit him with one blow. With him guarding the northern border, Your Majesty can rest at ease."
Liu Xie laughed loudly. "There is not enough such talents. The gentleman helped me pick a few more, and I could lie down with peace of mind. But at that time, I didn't want to lie down. I wanted to walk around,
Look at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, look at the sixty million people who farm and women weave, and shepherd sheep and horses."
"I can also help Your Majesty with the help of the talent. I will not accompany you when I travel around the world." Jia Xu shook his head. "I am tired, I just want to find a place to live, lie down and watch the sun rise and the sunset, and the clouds are calm and gentle."
Liu Xie held back his laughter and comforted him: "Sir, you have been overusing your brain and getting tired of your heart these two days, so you have such an idea. When your lecture notes are finished and you will be spread throughout the world, you will not think so."
Jia Xu smiled bitterly. "This is what I am most worried about."
Liu Xie couldn't help laughing and laughed again.
Jia Xu has been editing lecture notes these two days. Considering that most of the soldiers in the army are illiterate, they can't remember the words that are too elegant, so they can only defame their literary talent again and again, and finally turn it into something like a rumor.
For ordinary soldiers, these rumors are catchy and easy to remember. But for scholars like Jia Xu, such vulgar words are simply a shame for a lifetime. If they are included in the collection of essays in the future, they will probably be infamous for thousands of years.
Although Jia Xu has never had a good impression of literati, after all, he is also a literati.
"Sir, no matter how gorgeous the fu is, it is not as good as the sentence "Those who violate the powerful Han Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away." Now Xun Gongda's sentence "Hu language is noisy and disturbs my dreams" is almost close to it."