A huge "hedgehog" was carried in by several guards.
Yang Gan looked sideways and said to himself, "The Huns are indeed in extraordinary physical condition. They had vomiting and diarrhea, took Mongolian sweat medicine, and were shot with more than a dozen arrows, but they still didn't die."
He kicked them with his feet and said in a bad tone, "Tell me, what are you going to do with the group of Xia people behind you?"
Commander Qian Qian opened his eyes weakly, tilted his head and looked at Yang Gan with a disdainful expression, "Huh, of course the two-legged sheep will be taken to the grassland to be a slave."
Yang Gan bit his lip, stepped hard on his face and said, "If one day the Huns are exterminated for provoking the Xia Kingdom, will you regret it?"
The confused eyes of Qianqi Chang gradually opened: "Ahem, hahahaha~~~ How can you two-legged sheep, born slaves, destroy my Huns? We Huns are all warriors, and you, you are just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. , Hahahaha, when did you see sheep chasing wolves?"
In this case, Yang Qian did not get angry, but instead breathed a long sigh of relief. Sometimes asking others is not asking for other people's opinions, but it is a good idea to let others admit their own ideas.
The same is true for Yang Gan. He was originally an enemy of the Huns. However, due to his status, he could live the rest of his life peacefully even if he was not an enemy of the Huns. But now someone gave him a reason to be an enemy of the Huns.
"Wash your neck quickly, sooner or later our grassland eagle will..."
Before Qianqi Commander could finish speaking, Yang Qian sat directly on top of him, facing that ugly face filled with flesh and blood, he opened his bow from left to right, and punched him like raindrops with not very big fists.
Bright red blood spurted out continuously. At first Qianqi Commander could not react, but gradually the only sound left in the tent was the sound of fists hitting flesh.
"Gudu~~!"
The guards nearby swallowed their saliva. This kid was so violent that he hammered a fierce general to death.
From outside the tent, Fujiko Jin was wiping his sweat and drinking water. The intense consumption of the night and the tense situation made his numb body a bit overwhelmed.
Looking at the Qianqi Commander who had a bloody face on the ground, he immediately understood what was going on. He patted Yang Gan on the shoulder and comforted him, saying, "The Huns have always had the habit of threshing grass and grain. There is nothing that can be done about it. It's just strange." ....”
Yang Gan shook his head. He hated the ancient people who spoke half-talk like this. It felt like half-farting, half-pooping, neither up nor down, neither left nor right. It was extremely uncomfortable. If it was a person who spoke half-talk in the previous life, Usually he is disliked by others, he speaks directly and hesitantly.
But he was still patient and asked, "What's weird?"
Fujiko Jin frowned as he recalled the incident, but after a long time he shook his head, "I don't know. Usually, the grass harvesting is before winter, and it has just begun summer. But who can say for sure among the Huns? The grassland environment is harsh, and there is often not enough food. When there are casualties among the cattle and sheep, they will come to thresh the grass and grain, and their army has no military expenses, so they rely on themselves for everything."
"The time is not right. The army has no military pay, so it still invades the Xia Kingdom in a large scale~~~" Yang Gan repeated several key words in a series.
Seeing him deep in thought, Fujiko Jin said, "You are a nobleman from the royal family. You worry about everything all day long and have no real power. What are you doing?"
After repeating several key words repeatedly, Yang Gan suddenly realized, "Zijin, tell me, are the Huns very united within themselves?"
"Hahaha, if you ask ordinary people, few people will know this, but if you ask me, hum."
Fujiko Jin's pretentious look made Yang Qian want to punch him in the face. "Tell me, I know you are well-informed."
Such rich second generation can only smooth their hair, if only they could do it more.
Yang Gan's tone was very helpful to him, and he explained, "The Huns seem to have a Shan Yu Wang Ting, but they are not united at all. Let alone the wise kings on the left and right, almost all the miscellaneous kings have their own tribes. To them If something is beneficial to them, they will of course listen to Shan Yu Wang Ting. If something is not beneficial to them, they will definitely hold an objection and then listen to the announcement but not the tune."
After hearing Fujiko Jin's analysis, Yang Gan became puzzled. This made no sense at all.
"According to you, the Huns are full of internal conflicts. Why don't we, the Xia Kingdom, exterminate the Huns to avoid future troubles?"
Fujiko Jin touched his nose and said secretly, "This kid is really embarrassed to ask himself such a question."
In fact, he didn't want to answer, but after all, he and Yang Qian were considered life and death friends. He spread his hands and said helplessly, "I'm just a businessman. I don't know much about this kind of military and national affairs."
Just when Yang Qian wanted to ask some questions, Wang Guard came in with blood all over his body and a smile on his face. He bowed to the two of them and said, "Sir, young master, the belongings have been sorted out. Is there anything else I need to tell you?" ?”
"Have all the heads been removed?" Fujiko Jin asked.
"Picked, there are 1,248 people in total, and there are 120 people from the last ambush." As soon as he said this, Wang Weiwei became excited, and the blood all over his body made him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.
Listening to the exchange between the two, Yang Qian asked unclearly, "What do you mean by removing the head? You are not going to take the Xiongnu's body back, right? It shouldn't be brought back to the city."
Since Yang Qian temporarily joined the caravan, most people didn't care. However, as he participated in more and more things, they gradually began to doubt his identity. He said he was a descendant of the royal family, but he didn't understand any etiquette. What should I say? He's a deserter, right? But are today's deserters so clever in their tactics? You have such a powerful strategy and you still want to use a hammer?
There were different opinions about Yang Gan's identity. As his prestige became higher and higher, everyone suppressed their inner doubts and accepted Yang Qian's words.
Fujiko Jin's mouth almost dropped to the floor.
"Brother Yang, you are not a soldier."
Yang Gan was shocked. Could it be that he had been seen through? He quickly asked, "Why do you see it?"
"Hahaha, Guard Wang just went to chop off the head of the Huns and give it to you, stupid!" Fujiko Jin fights with Yang Gan every day. He is a young man and has long been used to Yang Gan's kind of quarrels with each other. way of speaking.
After being stunned for a moment, Yang Gan's eyes widened, "Holy shit, are these people perverts? What are they doing with their heads?"
He twitched the corner of his mouth and said awkwardly, "Thank you, I appreciate it, but there are too many heads. It's useless for me to come."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Wang Guard and Fujiko Jin suddenly became more and more wrong. After being looked at by the two of them, Fujiko Jin looked weird and said, "You really don't know or you don't know. The head is a military merit. Take one." If more than a thousand heads go back, they will definitely be promoted to a higher position."
Yang Qian was stunned. It was such an ancient military merit system. At least it didn't seem to exist in the dynasties he knew about. In most dynasties, military merit seemed to be determined by the number of enemies killed.
But he is a prince and does not need military honors. But if someone is kind enough to bring it to his door, he will not quit. Besides, Ji Zhao is a notorious brand, so he should try not to use it as much as possible, otherwise it will have a great impact on him. .
After making up his mind, Yang Qian showed a flowery smile, scratched his hair and said innocently, "Hahaha, I almost forgot!!!"
Fujiko Jin thought about it for a while, and then he figured it out. It was probably Yang Qian, a guy who was interested in military merit. He was not very interested in military merit. After all, many things were predetermined. Royal children like them were just here to get military merit. In the end, I still have to go to the court to show off my skills.
"How much wealth do you have?" Yang Gan still asked the question he was most concerned about.
Wang Huowei took out his notebook and reported, "55,000 gold, 15,000 silver, 30,000 cash, 50 carts of grain, and countless salt goods."
"Hahahaha, I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich!!!" Yang Qian jumped up and waved his hands randomly. This is not a lie. In the days to come, there will be delicious food and drink, if there is no bank, it will be like this A large sum of money, deposited directly in the bank, and the interest alone would be enough to last a lifetime.
After Wang Huowei finished speaking, not only Yang Qian was excited, Fujiko Jin was excited, but Wang Huawei himself was also extremely excited. He was a family general, and his honor and disgrace were tied to his family. He would be both prosperous and deprived, and he would also be able to make the family rich. Make a fortune, even if it's just a small fortune.
After arriving outside, the personnel were ready and all the goods were loaded onto the carriages. Fortunately, the Huns had temporarily hired many carriages. Otherwise, the caravans themselves would not be enough to transport these things back. Hundreds of people The rescued Xia Guoqian was sitting quietly on the carriage without a roof.
Some people had smiles on their faces as they survived the disaster, some were expressionless with no light in their eyes, and some were crying and sadly recalling how their loved ones were killed in front of their eyes.
The pictures of all living beings depict the helplessness and the injustice of the world.
A faint light appeared on the horizon, the sky was full of red clouds, the sea was full of golden waves, and the red sun shot out toward a furnace of boiling molten steel, shining brightly and brightly.
The breath of revival of all things rushed towards him, and Yang Qian narrowed his eyes. Yes, the sun rises and sets every day, but as for people...there are too many silent lives buried under this land. Those lives are so innocent and~~~cheap!
“Drive, drive, drive~~~~”
“Tap tap tap~~~~”
The loud sound of horse hooves came from far and near. Under the panicked daylight, a group of cavalry came towards them. They were moving very fast. In the blink of an eye, they were already not far away.
Because of the sunlight, everyone blocked the sunlight with their hands to check each other's identity.
"Be on guard!!!" Wang Guard yelled. He really couldn't tell whether the people coming were the Huns or the Xia army. He showed his sword first, and then looked at the situation. The number should not be large, only a few dozen riders, and there were carriages. Because of the cover, he couldn't attack his own camp even if he thought about it.
Seeing the cavalry getting closer and closer, the Guizhou leaders were nervous, but they still got out of the carriage and randomly picked up a few scimitars and swords on the goods, looking like they were fighting for their lives.
Yang Gan, who was riding on the horse, couldn't tell whether he was an enemy or a friend. Being greedy and afraid of death, he slowly put away his sword, picked up the three or four meter long iron halberd, and stood ready.
"Uu~~~~!" a sound came from far away.
