Da Qin: Don’T Pretend, Your Father, I’M Qin Shihuang

The task of purging and suppressing went smoothly.

Zhao Lang led two hundred cavalry and two thousand infantry on the grassland, and he hardly encountered any decent resistance.

Meng Tian had already drove all the tribes above the medium size to the depths of the grassland.

That's why he dared to take this little manpower so unscrupulously on the grassland.

Otherwise, as long as a thousand Xiongnu cavalry come, they will all be trapped on the grassland.

Because the other party won't go head-to-head with you at all!

Just one word, drag!

You are exhausted!

Eat you up in one more bite!

And these small tribes were released deliberately, mostly herders who were not valued.

If you are not dead, you can be a messenger, spy, and outpost.

died.

Death itself is also information.

The role is to detect and transmit information, and the Xiongnu never let go of their vigilance against Da Qin.

It is always thinking about entering that splendid world!

After Zhao Lang kills this wave, it will not be long before it will appear.

Looking at the results of these days, Zhao Lang calculated the time, and a few days ago, he could almost go back.

I was about to give an order to move on, when suddenly there was a loud noise not far away.

"Hey! I saw it first! This is mine!"

"Who said that, obviously I saw this yurt first!"

"Huh, I took it out of the bone shelf!"

Zhao Lang looked up and saw that Hai, Li Shang, and Hu were red-faced in contention.

Leaning on the horse, Zhao Lang frowned.

"What a quarrel!"

Seeing Zhao Lang, a few people suddenly fainted. It is better for Hu Hai to rely on own and Zhao Lang’s relationship. The wicked first sued.

"Brother Lang, they rob me!"

Li Shang on the side quickly explained,

"Brother Lang, no, I first found a small yurt here, and thought there was someone, so I touched it."

"Who knows, there is only one bone that was gnawed away by a beast."

"I was ready to go, and found that there was a very beautiful and strange knife on this bone."

"But these two people come here, it's not his own, you give a comment!"

After Li Shang finished speaking, the people on both sides were about to argue again.

Zhao Lang scolded a bit at this time,

"Three two hundred and five masters, in front of the sergeant, arguing over a knife!"

"Not too shameful!"

Zhao Lang raised Li Shang and Hu into two hundred and fifty masters, and went on to say,

"Give me something."

Suddenly, Hu Hai took out a small knife reluctantly.

Seeing the knife, Zhao Lang's eyes lit up.

The shape of this knife is very peculiar.

Two words were also engraved on it, but Zhao Lang didn't recognize it.

"Confiscated."

Zhao Lang said lightly.

"what?!"

Hu Hai was taken aback, and quickly said,

"Brother Lang, this me..."

Zhao Lang glanced at him and said,

"Since you like looking for things so much, go back and look at the Hun women and children. You are not allowed to miss one person, one sheep."

Then they looked at the other two people, their faces were serious, and they said,

"Brother Lang, I'm going to take my own brother."

Then quickly slipped away.

Hu Hai also left dejectedly.Zhao Lang played with this knife, looking at the two words, a little curious.

Things in this place are most likely to belong to the Huns.

But he didn't remember that the Huns had words.

Passing the knife to Lu, who was aside, Lu took a look and said naturally,

"General, this is the original Zhao Guo's text, and it is written in Mao Dun."

"Maoton!"

Hearing these two words, Zhao Lang was shocked.

The first single of this later generation of Huns! Zhao Lang still remembers it!

Suddenly, Zhao Lang unconsciously remembered the young Xiongnu leader he had hunted down that night.

If that person is really brave, Zhao Lang feels that he has made a big mistake.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang couldn't help but looked in the direction of the court of the Huns.

At this moment, a spy rushed towards him,

"Urgent report!"

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A few days later, the king's court in the depths of the grassland.

Countless yurts form a piece, like a yurt city, with a strange sense of magnificence.

At this time, the edge of the yurt city.

In a camp of hundreds of people, Mao Dunzheng looked at the messenger in front of him with a green face.

"Shan Yu said, he hasn't had time to accept your audience recently, so you can wait in the camp."

"Also, don't make trouble, and you are not allowed to trouble your brother."

The messenger spoke of Shan Yu’s instructions, and finally pointed to the side and said,

"And Shan Yu sent you a good horse."

After speaking, the messenger left without looking back.

After the messenger was gone, Mouton almost furiously knocked over everything around him, and roared,

"That old thing doesn't want to see me! It will only spread his strength on women!"

"Look at these yurts! Is this still what the Huns look like!"

"Also protecting my brothers who are inferior to waste!"

The Xiongnu leaders on the side saw this scene and hurriedly stepped forward to hold him.

"Chief! Be careful to speak! Chief!"

"This is the royal court, your father's place!"

"You have to be patient! Be patient!"

Mouton had finished venting at this time. Knowing that these people were right, he suddenly gasped and said,

"Help me prepare a good horse, and I will see King Zuo Hyun tomorrow."

King Zuo Xian is the highest noble title in the Xiongnu court.

Followed by the Zuo Guli King, Youxian King, and Right Guli King, collectively called the Four Corners.

If Mouton wants to do his own thing, he must obtain additional support.

Seeing Mouton regaining his senses, the others were finally relieved.

A Huns chief smiled and said,

"Yes, boss, we..."

At this moment, a Xiongnu who was dry and bloodied ran up and cried.

"Leader in a sudden! It's no good, Yunzhong County Qin Jun went out of the Great Wall and found our tribe!"

Hearing this, Mouton's body suddenly stunned. His tribe, the only tribe that returned to the Great Wall within two hundred miles after the Great Wall!

But this time he brought two thousand cavalry back to the royal court, and only one thousand cavalry remained in the tribe.

From his tribe to the king's court, even if it is day and night, there are four or five days.

In other words, no matter what the outcome is, the battle is already over.

Thinking of the wives and children who stayed in the tribe, Mao Dun only felt a wave of anger hitting his head.

He took a Dy arrow directly and shot it at the horse his father had sent over!

The people around also subconsciously followed and shot over!

Until the horse fell to the ground, everyone reacted, and then all their faces changed slightly.

Shooting Shan Yu's horse is a capital crime!

Mouton looked around at his own people and said coldly,

"Before winter, my father will definitely invite me to the last hunt!"

"After that, I will take you to break through Yunzhong County!"

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