According to the plan, Shatilie will set off back to the grassland today. But he couldn't leave because he was tied up and couldn't move.
The room had no windows, was airtight from all sides, and was lit by a strange-looking lamp. Not only that, but there was a smell that smelled like wine, but stronger than wine.
Amazing wine? Even if this thing is not fairy wine, it is probably close to it. Thinking of the fairy wine, Shatilie had a headache.
In fact, Satile's guess was correct. What he smelled was the smell of alcohol.
Today, Satire will undergo an operation.
Liu Er, the most experienced surgeon in Xianyang City, was the surgeon, and Li Shui brought alcohol to help.
Shatilie didn't know what to do, but when he saw Li Shui, he felt panicked. He almost begged and said: "Master Huai, Xiao Wang is wrong. Xiao Wang is willing to hand over thousands of good horses and countless cattle and sheep. Please let Xiao Wang go." Wang has a way out, okay?"
Li Shui nodded and said, "Of course you can, but don't break your promise afterwards."
Shatilie was overjoyed and said, "The little king will never break his promise."
Li Shui nodded, turned to Liu Er next to him and said, "Do it."
Liu Er's practice makes perfect, and he had already taken off Sha Tilie's pants.
Shatilie was shocked and angry: "Huaiguzi, you have just agreed to this king..."
Li Shui said impatiently: "Don't worry, I will keep my word and will never kill you."
Liu Er has already started working. His skills are astonishing.
Accompanied by Sha Tilie's howling, Liu Er said to Li Shui: "Master Huai, Xiaoren is the best swordsman in Xianyang City. However, only 60% of the people who survived the Xiaoren's sword were still alive. If the Huns die, wouldn’t it be a great sin?”
Li Shui shook the alcohol in his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. With this thing, there is a 90% chance that he will survive."
Suddenly, Liu Er let out an ouch and said, "The cut was deep."
Li Shui asked: "What will happen if it gets too deep?"
Liu Er said: "I'm afraid it's a little inconvenient to urinate. If you exert force, you may pee your pants."
Li Shui said: "It doesn't matter, King Zuo Xian will just don't use any force in the future."
A quarter of an hour later, Liu Er had finished his work. Li Shui poured alcohol directly on the wound. Shatilie screamed and passed out.
Liu Er ignored him and quickly tied up the wound. Then he said to Li Shui: "These three days are very important. The villain will watch here personally. After three days, if this person can survive, it will be okay."
Li Shui nodded and left with the remaining alcohol.
During these three days, Shatilie cried and scolded, feeling depressed and despairing.
He is not a fool, how could he not know what happened to him?
He felt that his world had collapsed and he became confused and helpless.
"Didn't I say that the Central Plains is a land of etiquette? Are the people of the Central Plains gentlemen? Why do you treat me like this? There are no such cruel punishments on the grassland." Sha Tilie was about to cry but had no tears.
Liu Er, who was standing next to him, looked at him in surprise: "The Huns are indeed barbarians, and they have a lot of brute force. They haven't touched their teeth in three days, and they are still so lively and vigorous."
In the evening, Li Shui came and asked Liu Er, "How is he doing?"
Liu Er cupped his hands and said, "This person survived. He will be fine for another ten days or so."
Li Shui nodded: "As long as you survive, it's better to die than live."
Li Shui entered the room and sat beside Shatilie's bed.
Shatilie was tied tightly, staring blankly at the rafters. After scolding him for three days, he had accepted the reality. Now he was so disheartened and hopeless that he was too lazy to scold Li Shui any more.
Li Shui said to Sha Tilie: "I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to return to the grassland with your appearance like this. If Touman Chanyu learns that you have been castrated, the position of Chanyu will probably be passed on to others."
Shatilie sneered.
Li Shui sighed and said: "So, the position of Chan Yu must belong to Moton? I heard that Moton is a fierce and cunning man. Once he gets the big position, he will definitely kill you."
Shatilie's lips trembled, but he still didn't speak.
Li Shui scratched his head and said to him: "Imposed castration on you in accordance with the laws of the Qin Dynasty. However, the Qin Dynasty feels a little sorry for causing you to lose your position as Shanyu and then your life, so it wants to compensate you."
Shatilie slowly turned his head and asked gloomily: "How else can I compensate?"
Li Shui said: "The Qin Dynasty is kind and kind. His Majesty has ordered that no one is allowed to spread the news that you have been castrated. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed. In this way, you are still Touman Shanyu's favorite son."
"Not only that, Great Qin will help you. One day, if you compete for the position of Chan Yu, Great Qin will respond from afar and cooperate to build momentum for you."
"In a word, since your roots are in Da Qin, Da Qin will not treat you as an outsider. No matter where you are in the world, Da Qin will be your strong backing."
Shatilie was confused when he heard this, but he probably understood the meaning. Da Qin intended to help him become the Chanyu of the Xiongnu.
Shatilie smiled bitterly: "I have become a useless person, what's the point of being a Chanyu?"
Li Shui shook his head: "Otherwise, the king should think so. Since the king has become a useless person and is reluctant to die, there must be some pursuit. Wine and beauty, I guess you will have no interest in the future, so pursue power. Under one person, The pleasure of being over ten thousand people is also very good.”
Shatilie was silent for a long time, then nodded.
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Ten days later, Shatilie was able to walk slowly in the yard with a cane.
At this time, he saw Montenegro. Heishan was leaning against the wall, basking in the sun with a dull look on his face. Both he and Shatilie underwent castration, both front and rear. It’s just that they don’t know each other.
When Heishan saw Shatilie's walking posture, his heart suddenly moved, and he felt happy to see the same kind of people.
At this time, Shatilie said with a guilty conscience: "My king, my feet were broken by them."
Heishan's expression suddenly darkened, he was a little disappointed, and he smiled bitterly with some jealousy: "It doesn't matter if you break your foot, it can always grow back. It's good to break your foot."
These words also brought back Shatilie's embarrassing past, and he said to himself: "Yes, a broken foot can always grow back."
Then, he whispered in an imperceptible voice: "It would be great if it could grow well in other places."
Shatilik shook his head and returned to his room.
It wasn't until he left that Heishan grabbed the wooden stick next to him and limped back to his hut.
He made up his mind that his shame would never be known to Shatilie or anyone on the grassland, and he would keep this secret until his death.
In the dead of night, Heishan sat in the darkness, silently thinking about the intelligence he had collected.
Da Qin’s passes, Da Qin’s military strength, and Da Qin’s strategic roads. After returning this time, I must report to Shanyu and lead the army to destroy Qin in one fell swoop. Only by killing all the people of Qin can you wash away your shame and keep your secrets.
Thinking of the excitement, Heishan laughed miserably.
At the same time, in another room, Shatilie was not asleep either.
People who have been tortured are always very sensitive. He was recalling the scenes during the day.
At that time, Heishan looked at him very strangely. Did he notice something? Did he see something? Will he tell his secret after returning to the grassland?
If the father knew that he had been castrated, it would be all over. Being ridiculed and risking his life...
Shatilie shuddered, sweating profusely and thinking: "Heishan, do you know my secret?"
