Chapter 89: Activate, catch him in action [Please order and vote]
Huainan.
Liu Qian's face turned pale and he looked down at the simple book Liu An handed him.
The bamboo slips show the number of ironware produced in and out of Huainan in the past few years. The amount is shocking.
"What did my father do with the pig iron?"
Liu Qian had already thought of the answer, and he felt a little frightened and at the same time faintly excited.
"Forging ordnance."
Liu An looked calm and was quite satisfied with his son's reaction: "Sooner or later you have to know these things, understand it earlier so you can be prepared."
Forging ordnance is indeed...
At this moment, Liu Qian's heart beat like a drum, and he asked in a trembling voice: "How long have father been preparing for this?"
"Except for preparation and armor, other arrangements involve all aspects. If we are weak, we will join forces with the other side and lead the two to fight. This is the way to fight."
The slaves of the Huns were almost all plundered Han Chinese.
Living sacrifice is also a ritual for the burial of powerful Huns. The nobler the Huns are, the more grand they will be during their burial. All their slaves during their lifetime will be killed and buried with them, so that they can still be served by these servants in the world they enter after death.
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As the blood splattered on their necks, they slowly became motionless, and their life and body temperature quickly passed away.
"I...the master of the grassland tribes will personally cut off the Han general's head and make it into a wine vessel."
Yi Zhixie: "How sure are you that you can cause chaos in Chang'an?"
"It's been a few years. If you return to Chang'an in the future, regardless of success or failure, you will have to change your identity."
After waiting for so many years, I finally have to take the first step.
Shi Jian happened to go home early today. It was said that his father was unwell.
Yi Zhi turned his head and looked to the south: "If the Han people dare to attack the Huns, we will pay them back a hundred times."
The Huns believed that there is a world after death, and by cultivating the soul of life, they look forward to the day when the physical body dies and the soul of life becomes stronger and can enter the world after death.
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Yi Zhixie looked solemn: "Bury and kill the sacrifices!"
But every time he releases his hand, Bing Feng's Qi will soon gather at the wound, stirring endlessly.
The great shaman also sensed the sharp edge condensed in the wound that penetrated Qu Meng's chest.
The great shaman shook his head slightly: "I don't know."
Qu Meng is the current leader of the Xub tribe and the king of Yougu Li of the Xiongnu, with a respected status.
Cutting off the heads of the leaders of hostile forces was a way for the Huns to show their bravery.
The great shaman said: "There is at least one thing about him that transcends worldly power, which can obscure any tracing.
Huo Qubing was sitting in the Chang'an Guards Command Hall, where Shi Jian, the doctor's order, usually worked.
"She is much smarter than you and can take care of herself."
Only the howling wind whimpered in everyone's ears.
I have used several ancestral artifacts that have been passed down, but I have not been able to find any information about him.
Huns' cemeteries are usually located in forested valleys, along the banks of large rivers or tributaries, and are distributed in groups.
The great shaman responded according to what Yi Zhixie said. Within a moment, the writing on the bone vessel changed: "There will be news within three days."
Shi Jian was a filial son, and his reputation was passed down to future generations because of this incident.
Liu An looked out the window in the direction of Chang'an.
Liu An means that if he succeeds, he will be the prince, and if he fails, he will be a death row prisoner!
Liu Qian took a deep breath: "What preparations has Father made?"
"Bury!"
"Where is the Han general who killed Qu Meng now?"
There were several Zhang Cigong's followers in the house, standing on the outer corridor. They all obviously knew Huo Qubing. They were stunned when he came in, but did not resist.
A fierce struggle, two deep ravines were kicked out of the ground, the pain of a broken throat, despair, fear, numbness, all the emotions were quickly frozen on the face of the fierce struggle.
The power a person generates before death can even break the leather ropes that bind them.
At this moment, the blood in it suddenly twisted into lines of Xiongnu characters: "Have your men ever reached Wuhuan?"
Then he used all his strength to suppress the dying sacrifice.
The corpse was lying on a wolf-skin mat, located in the grassland further north of Ulaanbaatar. The fields were empty, with a meandering river in the distance and greenery.
Only with this kind of power can he move around in the Han region and escape the pursuit of the Han emperor."
The wind howled on the grassland.
When Huo Qubing heard that they were reporting Zhang Cigong's whereabouts, he said, "I will go to Zhang Cigong's place myself."
All three were nominally under the control of Lang Zhongling Shi Jian, who directly controlled the Forbidden Army. The southern army was under the command of Changle Weiwei Cheng Bushi, and the northern army was led by Zhang Cigong.
As evening approaches, the fiery sunset paints the sky.
Among the executioners, some of the Huns soldiers brought the bloody blade to their mouths, licked it, and kicked the corpse into the grave pit under the valley.
Da Dan Yu Yizhi's face was expressionless, and he lowered his head to look at Qu Meng's body with a big hole in his chest.
Huo Qubing was responsible for taking over the Chang'an Guards, and Song Ran and Xiao Ying were sent to assist him.
The great shaman Enchi on the side was holding a withered yellow bone plate in his hand, which looked like the skull of some kind of creature, filled with blood.
So even Yi Zhixie came to the funeral in person.
South of Chang'an City, outside a courtyard.
The great shaman was also beside him, with black energy lingering at his fingertips. He pointed a single finger at the center of Qu Meng's eyebrows, as if he was connecting life and death for him and performing the final sacrifice!
Evening, Chang'an.
"Our people are looking for him. Probably... he probably went to a private house somewhere to meet someone."
"What happened to Zhang Cigong?" Huo Qubing asked.
"The place where the Han people have the most luck is Chang'an. It depends on whether Chang'an will change." The great shaman said.
"I have sent people to find the two generals Shi Jian and Cheng Bushi, the lieutenant of the Northern Army, Zhang Cigong..." It was Song Ran who answered, and Xiao Ying on the other side.
"Why would Father do this..."
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"My sister is still in Chang'an..."
"Don't worry, I have already prepared an escape route. Even if we fail, our lineage will not be wiped out, we will just stay in peace!"
His thoughts spread out and he had already discovered the situation of the inner house. Then he went to the outside of a house and knocked on the door before opening it.
"Have everyone been found?"
The writing ends here.
Not far away, there was the spear that Huo Qubing shot through the air and killed Qu Meng. The blood had dried, but the sharp Qi still lingered on the gun body.
Liu Qian did not dare to say those two words directly, and instead asked: "When does father plan to start?"
Eventually everything quieted down.
Yi Zhi looked sideways at the Great Shaman: "The Han people want to take advantage of our Xiongnu troops. We fancy the opportunity to plunder and kill the Han army. How hopeful does the Great Shaman think this time is?"
"Is he one person, or many people?"
It was impossible for them to let their troops be buried with them, so most of the people they killed were Han slaves!
The Hun soldier responsible for beheading the sacrifice held a sharp dagger in his hand. He pressed the slave's neck in unison and struck hard and fast, opening a slit throat wound.
Inside and outside the valley, there were tens of thousands of troops from the Hun king's tent and the Xub clan. It was so quiet that no one made a sound.
To be continued...