My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 285 Jia Xu and Li Jing are trying to separate each other
"Zi Zhuquan, what did you say?!"

In the king's tent, as soon as Xi Zhuquan finished speaking, his brothers rushed up and grabbed him by the collar. Most of the tribe's leaders also frowned.

It was hard to imagine that this was Xi Zhuquan whom they usually valued. Seeing him surrounded, no one came to help.

"You all get out of the way!"

Xi Zhuquan was taller and much braver than his brothers. He forced them away with a few punches and kicks, and even punched one of his younger brothers in the face. He let his hair down and looked back at his father, who stood like a giant bear.

"Father Khan, the people of Yan State are coming with overwhelming force. Before our messenger reaches the Luotang tribe, we are already surrounded by the Yan Army!"

What answered him was a slap in the face, causing Xi Zhuquan to stumble back two steps. He lowered his face, and from the corner of his eye, he saw his father Khan lowering his hands and staring at him with red eyes.

"Zi Zhuquan, you are my son, the prince of the Xi Zhu tribe, how can you speak to the people of Yan country!" Xi Zhuxie waved his hand, his voice filled with majesty that could not be rejected.

"The heaven has given us the vast grassland of Xirong people, how can we let the people of Yan country pollute it!"

"Then why do we go to pollute other people's territory!" Xi Zhuquan stood up straight and stared at his father across from him, "The grasslands have always been dominated by the weak and the strong. When the Yan Kingdom comes over, we can't defeat them. Surrendering to them will save the people." correct!"

"Who said I couldn't beat it!"

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Zhi Zhuxie's hair suddenly exploded, and he grabbed his son's clothes and dragged him in front of him, "The Yan people just took advantage of winter and used despicable tricks to get through unimpeded! "

"What about the east side? How were your eleven tribes defeated?!"

Not to be outdone, Xi Zhuquan stared at Xi Zhuxie's eyes with the same red eyes, "Father Khan, we are at a disadvantage. The snowstorm has just passed and there is snow everywhere on the grassland. What can we do to fight with others? If we win, we can drive Yan away. My fellow countrymen, we don’t have many warriors left, and we will be annexed by Luotiang Guiba, just like you tried to annex him before!”

"Even if the Shizhu tribe doesn't summon other tribes under its command, it can still have [-] riders. Why don't you fight with the Yan people!" One of the brothers shouted: "Zi Zhuquan, you don't dare to fight. You want to save your life. You I want to surrender to the Yan people, herd cattle and sheep, and be their dogs!”

"Zi Zhujue!"

Xi Zhuquan looked at his younger brother who was speaking, and gritted his teeth and said: "I'm not afraid of the Yan people, but I want to protect the people of our tribe this winter. Is it wrong? The Yan people can't stay in the grassland forever. We bow our heads. Surrender, after they leave, the grassland will still be ours!"

"But in that case, how can I, the Khan, have the majesty to rule the tribes in the central grassland!"

Xi Zhuxie pointed to the outside of the big tent: "Get out, when did you reflect, when did you come in again!"

Xi Zhuquan, who was slapped in the face in public, had lost all face as a prince. He turned angrily and strode out of the royal tent.

After waiting for people to leave here, Zhi Zhuxie asked everyone to sit down and discuss how to trap the royal court. But after thinking about it, they did not have the thick walls of the Yan people, and there were no fences around the gathered tribes to protect them.

Soldiers and horses who had not seen outsiders in the central grassland for a long time came in. Most of the people who came were businessmen from Qi and Liang, and they did not even think about erecting fences as protection.

Looking at the bright but tepid winter sunshine, many people in the big tent discussed for a while and then fell silent one after another.

They know that there are still many small tribes in the east and south who are being destructively advanced by the Yan army. Even in the battle reports that are constantly coming back, there are even narrations about the Xirong cavalry.

This shows that some tribes were conquered by the enemy and surrendered to the Yan army. Once they snowballed here, the opponent's troops would be incalculable.

It's just the people of the Yan State. At this time, more Xirong people have surrendered, and the position of the royal court has been exposed to the eyes of the people of the Yan State.

Such fierce killings and advancements had to make the nobles, captains, great households, and little kings of the royal court tense up their nerves, and some were so nervous that they were even speechless.

But some people clenched their fists and said fiercely: "...We still have [-] cavalry to find them and kill them all at once."

The prince named Xi Zhujue echoed: "Father Khan, since we can't hold on, it's better to choose one of the two armies of the Yan people and concentrate our forces to annihilate them all."

"My son, you are more brave than your brother, so tell me which way to attack first?"

Hearing his father's praise, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhi Zhujue's face, and he followed up with an analysis: "The news coming back from the southern branch said that most of them are infantry, which is more conducive to our cavalry's advantage!"

"You're right. Most of the Yan people in the south are infantry, with short legs and slow running. Forty thousand cavalry killed them in one go and bulldozed them!"

The flames were burning brightly, and dozens of figures in the tent gathered around the brazier. The noise continued for a while, and finally their eyes turned to the Khan who made the final decision.

In the intertwined sights, a tall figure stood up slowly, his bulging muscles supporting his fur.

"I don't know if what you said is feasible, but we have no retreat. The warriors of the Zizhu tribe, let us take the infantry of Yan State in the south first!"

In the king's tent, figures one after another stood up, clenched their fists and pressed their shoulders towards the corpse Zhuxie Khan, and then bowed their heads to accept the order.

……

At this time, in the south, in the mighty advancing front, further south, still about four or five miles away from the Tang army, thousands of soldiers wrapped in warm winter clothes guarded the ancestral coffin and moved forward slowly.

The cold wind howled, rolling up the corner of the car curtain, and a faint green smoke curled around. The statues of the saints on the tribute table pushed each other, kept jumping up and down, and looked out the window at the snowy scene of the grassland.

"I haven't seen it yet, let me have a look!" Zhu Wen's spiritual tablet finally squeezed to the front. Before it could jump up, it was grabbed by Li Longji who held his chin and pushed it back into the card slot.

Zhu Wen said "Ah~~".

On the roof of the car, Li Shimin stroked his beard and nodded, admiring the white patches in his eyes with a pleased expression on his face; Liu Xie also looked obsessed.

Zhu Di stood on the roof of the car, stroking his beard with a smile, and sighed: "Such a country..."

Later, he was picked up by Cao Pi: "...Wouldn't it make people nostalgic? Brother Zhu, please change some new words."

Dian Wei peeked at the side of the slowly moving cart. Wu Zixun, who was shivering from the cold, took a sip of wine. The latter saw Dian Wei glance at his wine bag and simply handed it over.

Dian Wei swallowed, shook his head and refused, and continued to look around at the burnt tent, blood and stumps on the ground.

In the rickety ancestral coffin, Su Chen sat on a big tiger-skin chair with his eyes closed. There was a warm cyclone around him, blocking the cold air that invaded his body. To this day, he practiced from time to time along the way, "Martial God Gang" "Qi" has finally entered the second level.

After a moment, he opened his eyes slightly.

"Zhongshu ordered, let Li Jing and Huo Qubing fight completely next? Or should we reduce the number of casualties?"

Behind them are two people playing chess. Under the slightly swaying oil lamp, the thin scribe and Taoist Li opposite are each holding chess pieces and looking at the chessboard.

Jia Xu dropped his head, stroked his beard and laughed.

"...When I came here, I read all the messages and found out that Shi Zhuxie Khan had several children. Among them, Shi Zhuquan had attended the Qi Guoxue Museum. He admired the culture of the Central Plains and had courage and courage. It can be said that Shi Zhuxie Khan had several children. The Evil Khan will not like such a son, and even the better he is, the less he will like him."

"Why?"

Su Chen took the wine bag from Wu Zixun outside the carriage and took a sip. Then he heard Jia Xu behind him say softly: "...Zi Zhuxie is still in his prime. My son has grown up and become outstanding. The people of the tribe admire him and look up to him, which is not a good thing for this king, no matter whether the other person is his son or not." Here, Jia Xu took another chess piece, dropped it on the chessboard, and moved the opposite chess piece of Li Daoshi Surround and kill them all.

"At this time, the father hates the son, and the son hates the father. The king thinks, is it necessary to fight?"

"Haha!" Su Chen sat on the tiger-skin chair, closed his eyes and burst out laughing, "I understand, now let someone convey Zhong Shuling's words to Li Jing in front!"

After a moment, Lingqi rushed out of the team, passed the Shengnu Army in front, and ran for dozens of miles under Anuhu's sight, catching up with the Youyan Army who had replaced him behind, and saw Li Jing, who was still a little weak.

The old man sighed after reading the letter sent from the rear.

"Ordinary people only know that Jia Xu has great tricks, but few people know that Jia Xu has an excellent insight into human nature."

The military god of the Tang Dynasty is 79 years old this year. In the past, he has died on his bed. Now he has come to live again. Although his weak body still weighs him down, the frightening decadence of the past has been swept away from his whole person.

He held the letter and walked out of the tent.

The letter did not explain how to use the plan. In other words, if the King of Xia asked him to be the coach, there would be no interference. The letter only told him suggestions. Whether to use it or not, and how to use it, it was all up to him.

"The royal court of Xirong in the central part of the country should have reacted by now. There is no point in advancing quickly."

Zhang Yi on one side nodded silently.

Li Jing looked at the Youyan Army soldiers outside the camp who were still preparing for war.

"Since Cao Wei's counselor has given advice, although the king has not made it clear that we want to use it, we can't sway King Xia's good intentions. Once the plan is completed, there will be many soldiers without casualties. When I attacked the Turks, if Lu Bu had , Zhao Yun, Huo Qubing, Qin Qiong, Yuchi Gong, and counselors are on the side, it is impossible to say that the battle will be over in less than a month."

The old man turned back with a smile, holding up the letter in his hand.

"General Zhang, pick one of the surrendered Xirong cavalry and ask him..." The old man randomly folded a piece of white paper, found an envelope and stuffed it in, then gave it to Zhang Yi, "Let him take this letter with him. , secretly handed it over to Xi Zhuquan!"

Zhang Yi is also a veteran on the battlefield, how could he not know the intention and immediately agree.

Soon, a selected Xirong cavalryman rushed towards the Corpse Palace, hundreds of miles away, with a letter in his arms. When he arrived there, it was already dusk in the afternoon and the temperature dropped sharply.

The Xirong man still waited until nightfall before he quietly entered the Zhizhu tribe and looked for the camp of Zhizhuquan. However, all of his actions were seen by the patrolling soldiers of the royal tent.

After all, the Yan State troops were approaching from both sides, and the tribe had already strengthened its defenses, fearing a sneak attack by the Yan State cavalry.

Later, the Xirong cavalryman who delivered the letter was brought to the king's tent. Xi Zhuxie took the letter found from him, but when he opened it, there was a piece of white paper inside.

"Where are you sending this letter?"

"Zi Zhu... Prince Zhi Zhuquan's tent."

"You surrendered to the Yan people, right?"

The Xirong cavalryman who delivered the message turned pale with fright and shook his head repeatedly. However, Xi Zhuxie waved his hand and asked the royal soldiers to drag him down. Immediately, his head was beheaded.

"When you caught him, did he come out of the prince's tent, or did he not go in?"

"Back to Khan, we didn't know. We only saw him sneaking around and searched him."

"The Yan people's trick!" Zhi Zhuxie casually threw the white paper in his hand to the ground, "Tell all the governors what happened today and let them be careful about the Yan people."

After the soldiers withdrew from the king's tent, the Khan of the wind-swept central grasslands snorted again.

"Such tricks make me look like a child!"

However, on the next day, a Xirong man delivering a message was caught outside again, but this time he came out of Xi Zhuquan's camp. After learning the news, Xi Zhuxie immediately asked people to find Xi Zhuquan, who Seemingly anticipating the Yan people's plot, he hurried to the king's tent with the letter he had received inexplicably.

"Father, this is the letter they sent. Please read it."

"I don't know Yan's writing...tell it to me."

Xi Zhuxie closed his eyes and sat on the chair. The tribal nobles and officials around him also kept quiet, listening to the prince read out the content. After a while, Xi Zhuxie opened his eyes and asked his son to hand over the letter.

After just one glance, he lowered his eyes. The letters were all written in Yan language, and many places had been altered.

"What are those places that have been altered?"

Xi Zhuquan's heart skipped a beat. Only now did he understand the hidden writing on the letter and its true purpose. He quickly explained: "Father, I don't even know what is written on it. That's how it is when you receive the letter."

"Well, I see, you go down."

Xi Zhuxie suddenly smiled and threw the letter into the brazier to be burned. "We will have sacrifices in the afternoon, and then we will send out troops to fight with the Yan people in the south. Go down and prepare!"

"Yes, Father Khan."

Xi Zhuquan bowed respectfully, bowed and exited the tent.

On this side, Xi Zhujue watched his brother leave. He turned back to look at his father, who was in the first place. "Father, my eldest brother's tent has always had the kind of writing and ink written by people from the Yan Kingdom. Maybe he had altered it himself."

"That's enough. How can brothers be suspicious of each other? I trust him very much."

Xi Zhuxie waved his hand to let his son go back. He looked at the tent and was silent for a while, "...As a prince, Xi Zhuxie is very capable in managing and arbitrating conflicts among the tribesmen. After the sacrifice in the afternoon, The army is about to leave, and the family cannot be without people. I think it is a good choice for him to stay and stabilize the tribal people."

The sky is dim, and the horses running on the vast grassland are several miles apart. Nine thousand Yu Lin rides behind. The surrendered Wupoda leads the Xirong cavalry to sprint in front. He has never led so many cavalry. Grassland, vaguely, he suddenly felt that surrendering to the Yan people was not a bad thing.

Maybe, after this battle, he would have a chance to become a khan.

A total of more than [-] cavalrymen crushed them all the way to the west.

The cold wind hit people's faces with a faint chill. Huo Qubing galloped on his horse, occasionally turning back to take a look at the Han flag made at Yantang Pass during the expedition.

"...This time! I want the grasslands of this world to recognize the Han flag——"

　I'm guilty!

　　My cousin got married, so there were not many updates yesterday.

　　
　
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