The sound of knives could be heard endlessly, but the expression on the man's face did not change at all.
He was sharpening his knife, sharpening it in preparation for killing.
His sister's son was going to rebel against the Khan, and they had no choice but to follow him, otherwise the Khan would never let them go even if he turned against him now.
He and his sister's son were born to be allies, born to be united together, and no one could abandon the other.
A woman walked over and lowered her head silently.
There was never any room for them to interfere in men's affairs, but this time, she actually supported her man's actions.
If it can be done, then no one in their tribe can provoke anyone on the grassland from now on.
If it fails, then just dissipate with that lone soul.
The Immortal God will bless them.
........
Xiongnu Wolf Tent
Touman looked at his youngest son in front of him and whispered, "Are you ready?"
The younger son had a confused look on his face, what preparations, what preparations?
He doesn't understand and doesn't understand.
Touman looked at his son like this, his eyes full of hatred, but he strangely didn't say anything.
He thought to himself that maybe he had done enough.
If a wolf cub who can only rely on the old wolf ascends to the position of wolf king, then the group will not be far from extinction.
This situation absolutely cannot happen.
This is Touman's final bottom line, and even his favorite son cannot break this bottom line.
He closed his eyes slightly, and then said, "It's nothing."
"I'm tired, please go back."
Touman waited until his youngest son walked out of the tent before he opened his eyes. His eyes were full of indifference and coldness.
He pulled out the knife from his waist.
The younger son was not prepared, but he was.
If his eldest son wants to ascend to the position of Wolf King, the first person he wants to kill is not his younger brother, but his own father!
The fight among the wolves can only end with the death of the previous wolf king!
He looked at the knife in his hand silently. This knife had never been used since he ascended to the position of Wolf King.
Now that I pulled it out again, although there is a smell of vicissitudes of life on it, it doesn't look rusty.
Although the sword is old, it can still kill enemies!
.........
Zhang Xilong stood in a corner of the grassland, looking at the mountains in the distance.
Thousands of miles of mountains reflect all the dust in the world.
He stared silently, as if staring at his hometown, everything seemed so ordinary.
Modun stood beside him, with a slight calmness in his face and voice.
Maybe he wasn't so calm at this time, so he came to talk to Zhang Xilong.
He just stood there, like a weathered alpha wolf.
"Messenger Zhang, I hope you won't have any problems tomorrow."
If something like this goes wrong, the life of one or two people is never at stake, so Moton naturally has to be careful and cautious.
Of course, he would never put all his hopes and beliefs on a stranger.
….
He was just a little nervous at this moment.
At this time, Mao Dun was not the Chanyu he would be many years later. He was still young, just a child who was ignored by his father and was pushed to the extreme and unable to resist angrily.
Zhang Xilong didn't say anything, but just sighed: "The eldest prince should have already prepared for such a thing, why bother asking me."
"I will definitely not have any problems tomorrow. I just hope that the eldest prince can keep our previous promise."
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Mao Dun chuckled: "I swear to Changshengtian, no matter what the outcome, I will definitely let you return to Qin."
He said with a bit of sarcasm in his voice: "I just have a question. Can you still go back now?"
"I have received news that your lord, Lord Dong'an, has failed in Great Qin. At this time, he has been imprisoned by the Emperor of Qin and is waiting to be executed."
"Also, at this time, Great Qin is trying its best to hunt down Dong'an Jun's accomplices."
"Do you think they don't know you are here?"
"If you go back..."
The following words were not fully understood, but both Mao Dun and Zhang Xilong could hear the meaning.
But Zhang Xilong just shook his head and said, "This is what happens behind the scenes."
"Chinese people always have their own obsessions, such as falling leaves returning to their roots."
"Even if I die, I want to die on a familiar land."
He sighed silently, and then said: "It's getting late, the eldest prince should rest early."
"In case something goes wrong with tomorrow's big event."
.........
Daqin
Zhangtai Palace
Ying Zheng tapped the chessboard in front of him. He looked at what Chen Ke presented with a little curiosity.
"Is this the thing called cement that you tinkered with before?"
He stood up, walked to the cement board, and tapped it lightly a few times, feeling the sound and hardness coming from it.
"The hardness sounds really good, like natural stone."
"I just don't know if it can meet the standards used to build a city during actual testing."
The expression on Chen Ke's face did not change at all: "Of course it can be achieved."
He looked at Ying Zheng and said, "Actually, no matter how much you say, it's of no use. Why don't you, Your Majesty, give it a try?"
Ying Zheng waved his hand immediately, and Han Tan understood the meaning. Even if he called someone to come, the person still had a hammer in his hand.
"winter--"
"winter--"
"winter--"
The hammer kept hitting the stone slab, or in other words, this thing was no longer called a stone slab.
Where is the stone slab nearly fifty centimeters thick?
This is already a stone.
Hammers and stones kept making collision sounds. Ying Zheng and Chen Ke stood far away, and Chen Ke even covered his ears.
Ying Zheng glanced at Chen Ke and mocked: "You are so squeamish, but you can't stand just this little sound?"
Chen Ke covered his ears and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty——"
"what did you say--"
"I can not hear clearly--"
During this period, Dongdongdong's voice was mixed in. Ying Zheng was about to speak loudly, but suddenly he saw a cunning look in the corner of Chen Ke's eyes.
Dang Ji snorted coldly: "I said, your annual salary is gone!"
Chen Ke couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, why? I didn't do anything, right?"
"Why do you want to reduce my salary for one year?"
Although Chen Ke doesn't rely on this thing to make a living, he still feels heartbroken. That's a lot of money!
Ying Zheng chuckled twice, and when he was about to speak, a sharp sound suddenly came from the distance.
The next moment, the wooden handle of the hammer broke!
There are traces on the cement stone in the distance, but they have never been broken...
Sweet and sour wage earner
