Just when they were at their wits' end, Feng Jing finally came to the Huns' court.
Unlike the cities of the Han Dynasty, although this place is called Wangting, the Xiongnu's habits dictate that they still have no intention of building a city.
There are huge tents everywhere as far as the eye can see, and the air is mixed with the aroma of green grass and wild flowers, and the strange smell of horse dung and cow dung.
When the breeze blows, the unique fishy smell of livestock is even more nauseating.
"You have never seen so many cattle and sheep, right? Only we, the Great Huns, have so many cattle, sheep and war horses!"
Tuosang seemed to have been accustomed to this smell for a long time. As a rare wise man among the Huns, the matter of welcoming the envoys naturally fell on him.
"This is really the first time I've seen it. I think one day my strong iron army will appear here and take all these cattle and sheep home!"
It was okay that Yuan Qing didn't speak. When he spoke, Tuo Sang felt that his teeth were itching with hatred!
When he took his people as envoys to the Han Dynasty, this bastard had tormented him a lot. Now he was determined to take revenge. But the problem was that Feng Jing was such a thief!
If the Huns were walking too fast, they would simply stop. If the Huns were walking too slow, they would start reciting poems one by one, just like they were on a fucking spring outing!
The Huns didn't dare to be serious and asked them to see all the terrain near the royal court.
So I could only symbolically lead them around for a few times, and then hurriedly brought them into the royal court when it was getting dark.
"Damn Han people, if you dare to come, my scimitar will let you know what terror is!"
Behind Tuosang, those warriors who had not participated in the war were eager to challenge Modao Army.
"Just you? A bunch of little lambs who haven't seen blood yet? Hahahaha, take a good look at this Mo Dao. If one day we meet on the battlefield, it will chop you into pieces! Hahaha. !”
Yuan Qing started laughing wildly as he spoke.
The sound of laughter shook the surrounding area, and they immediately received the hateful eyes of the Huns. However, the guards following the military minister Shan Yu looked at the Mo Dao in Yuan Qing's hand with some fear.
Involuntarily, he took half a step back. Only they knew how terrifying Yuan Qing was at the Black Fengkou.
And those new recruits who didn't know whether to live or die rushed forward one by one.
From the looks of it, he was ready to pull out the knife and get into trouble immediately if he disagreed.
"Get out of here, the Great Chanyu is still waiting inside. Do you want to rebel?"
Seeing how excited they all were, Tuosang hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.
Tuosang's words immediately made everyone feel as if they were covered in frost, and the beaten eggplants immediately wilted.
No matter how warlike these people were, the words "Great Chanyu is waiting" immediately knocked them back to their original form. It can be seen that the prestige of the military minister Chanyu is still irreplaceable in the Chanyu's headquarters!
"It makes the envoy laugh. Our warriors of the Great Huns always do this. After all, being brave and good at fighting is the tradition of our Huns!"
Tuosang quickly explained with a smile.
It's just that Feng Jing didn't understand the underlying meaning of these words.
He glanced at Yuan Qing, and Yuan Qing immediately understood.
"Yes, it is the tradition of the Huns to be brave and good at fighting. I don't know who ran away twice in a row! Tsk, tsk, tsk... I picked up so many war horses for nothing. I don't know when this kind of good thing will happen again! "
Yuan Qing's words almost made Tuosang so angry that he vomited blood. This kid really couldn't handle anything.
"I'm sorry. After all, General Yuan is a soldier. He always speaks directly. Please don't talk to him..."
After listening to Feng Jing's words to smooth things over, Tuosang's face turned even more ugly. You might as well not say anything.
Can you be any more shameless?
"Okay, you all have come a long way, so please go and rest first. I also ask two envoys to follow me. Da Chanyu is still waiting in the king's tent!"
Tuosang gritted his teeth, and it took a lot of willpower to prevent himself from having an attack on the spot.
"In that case, you can continue to rest while we go!"
Feng Jing nodded towards Yuan Qing as he spoke. After all, Yuan Qing would be needed to cooperate in the following occasions.
The Huns are used to being arrogant, but this time they suffered a big loss in Heifengkou. If the military minister Shanyu hadn't been lucky, he might have been practicing dancing in Chang'an City at this time.
As long as Yuan Qing is here, all the Huns will not be able to hold their heads high. After all, the Huns respect the strong. The battle at Heifengkou, plus the overt and covert contests in Fushi City.
No matter which Xiongnu general met Yuan Qing, they all had to squat down.
It is not an exaggeration to say that they are defeated.
"Feng Jing, the envoy of the Han Dynasty, has met the Great Chanyu!"
"Wen Ge, the envoy of the Han Dynasty, has met the Great Chanyu!"
"Yuan Qing, Lieutenant of the Modao Military Academy of the Han Dynasty, has met Da Chanyu! Da Chanyu is here safe and sound. It is really gratifying to congratulate him!"
When Feng Jing and others entered the king's tent, the military minister Shan Yuzheng was holding a Han female slave on one side, and on the other side, he was holding a roast leg of lamb and eating it bite after bite.
That arrogant look made Yuan Qing really unbearable, so he took it upon himself to say a few more words.
"Cough-cough-cough-"
The military minister Shanyu specially recruited a female slave to humiliate the Han's envoy. However, when he heard Yuan Qing say the three words Mo Daojun, the military minister Shanyu almost choked to death on the mutton in his mouth. .
He was beating his chest and pouring wine. He finally managed to swallow the mouthful of meat. He immediately raised his head and looked at Yuan Qing angrily.
"Are you Yuan Qing, the captain of Modao Army?"
The military minister Shan Yu ignored Feng Jing and Wen Ge, but stared at Yuan Qing with his eyes.
"Exactly, the Great Chanyu has forgotten? When we were in Fushi City, I was the one who led the army to raid the Great Chanyu. Fortunately, the Great Chanyu was smarter. Otherwise, I'm afraid at this time, your The head has been sent to Chang'an to boast of its merits to the world!"
Yuan Qing smiled, showing his white teeth.
"interesting!"
The military minister Shanyu said through gritted teeth.
"The Great Chanyu may not know that I am also the one who set up the ambush at the Black Wind Gate. It's a pity that I fell short. Otherwise, I might not be able to fight and become a prince!"
While Yuan Qing was talking, he looked at the neck of Shan Yu, the military minister, with a pity look on his face. He looked like that, and he wished he could just draw his sword and chop it down.
"How dare you come to my great Huns? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
The military minister Shan Yu suddenly stood up, and with a clang, he drew out the scimitar from his waist.
