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Ma Chao jumped over and danced his gun, and once again charged at Zhang Liao. His eyes were red and his face was ferocious, like an angry lion.

With a crisp sound of "dang", Zhang Liao knocked off Ma Chao's spear and stabbed Ma Chao in the face. Ma Chao shouted, lay on his back on the saddle bridge, and almost split Zhang Liao's spear. Seeing Zhang Liao rushing past him, he was about to sit up when a black shadow suddenly flashed in the corner of his eyes. He subconsciously used force to lift the spear and put it on his chest.

"Damn!" Another sound, Zhang Liao's gun hit his gun bar hard, numbing his arms.

Zhang Liao rode away and laughter came from afar. "No, good, Fei Lianming, it's really interesting."

Ma Chao turned over and sat up, just as he was about to scold him loudly, suddenly felt his throat sweet, and quickly closed his mouth and swallowed the blood that had flowed to his mouth. At this time, the war horse under his crotch trembled with all his legs, and a horse stumbled. Ma Chao didn't care about it and jumped up to avoid the fallen war horse.

Hearing the neighing of the war horses, Zhang Liao turned his head and shrugged, and said loudly: "Ma Mengqi, let's stop here today. Go back and find a good horse. We will play tomorrow."

"Play your ancestors!" Ma Chao was furious and cursed: "Why have to wait until tomorrow? You wait, I'll change the horse again."

Zhang Liao was not angry. He knew that the young man in front of him was really anxious. He was not a few years older than Ma Chao, and knew what Ma Chao was thinking. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, it was just when he was dreaming of rampant in the world. Ma Chao had just realized Fei Lian's fate. He was thinking about the invincibility of the world, but he didn't know that he would meet him as soon as he came out of the horse. Of course, he would not feel good even if he suffered.

"Ma Chao, go back, you are no match for me." Zhang Liao raised his head, looked at Pang De who was surging in the distance, and said again: "Although you have realized your destiny, you have not practiced the corresponding guidance technique, and your potential is far from being discovered. How could you beat me?"

"Guide technique?" Ma Chao raised his arms, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said stubbornly: "What is that?"

"It seems that Han Wenyue didn't tell you the truth." Zhang Liao laughed and pulled his horse away. The laughter came from afar: "Ma Mengqi. Although you have realized your fate, you don't know how to use your fate. Go back and ask Han Sui. If he doesn't tell you, come to me and I'll tell you again."

Ma Chao salied and turned around and left.

...

Ma Teng raised his head, looked at Ma Chao who was angrily pushing the tent, and smacked his lips: "Meng Qi, have you had enough fun? It's time to attack."

Ma Chao stared at the eyes: "Dad, have you ever heard Uncle Wen Yue talk about the guidance technique?"

Ma Teng looked at Ma Chao in confusion, confused.

"Zhang Liao said, although I have realized my destiny, I have not practiced the corresponding guidance technique, so my potential cannot be realized. He also asked me to go back and ask Uncle Wenyue. I guess Uncle Wenyue knew it. Have you heard him say it?"

Ma Teng thought for a while: "It seems that he has mentioned it occasionally, but... isn't that a health preservation method? What does it have to do with martial arts?"

Before Ma Teng finished speaking, Ma Chao had already flirted with the tent. "I'll go back to Jincheng and ask him in person."

Ma Teng chased out of the tent, and Ma Chao had already galloped away, and he couldn't even see the figure. Ma Teng stomped his feet and cursed: "Why are this man so willful? We are here to attack Longguan. Do you think it's a martial arts competition?"

Ma Dai rushed over from the side and happened to hear Ma Teng's words. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother, what should we do?"

Ma Teng turned around anxiously and waved his hand: "Prepare to attack the city. I have been delayed by this kid for four or five days. If I don't attack the city again, the kingdom's son will say that I'm lazy to fight again."

"But Meng Qi is not here, we have no one to fight against Zhang Liao, and we are attacking the city again, so the losses will inevitably be amazing."

Ma Teng hesitated. Ma Chao and Zhang Liao fought for a few days. Although he did not take advantage, he also saw how powerful the powerful generals who understood the fate of heaven could reach. With Zhang Liao's current realm, it may not be enough to break into the camp and kill generals, but it is easy to defend the city and kill the generals who attacked the city. If he wanted to capture Longguan he was defending, his subordinates would have to lose at least three or four generals.

This is one's backbone force. It is easy to get a thousand troops, but it is hard to find a general. How can the power accumulated after finally accumulating is thrown into Longguan?

Han Sui didn't know about this situation and deliberately asked me to die, right? A ominous premonition suddenly surged in Ma Teng's heart. He frowned and waved his big hand like a palm-leaf fan: "Get the time to build siege equipment and wait for Han Sui to come."

Ma Dai understood it and left.

...

The city head of Longguan.

Zhang Liao took off his helmet, and Xu Rong, the commander of Longguan, greeted him, took over the helmet, and said with a smile: "General, Ma Chao probably can't stay there anymore. Jincheng will definitely ask Han Sui for clarity. The general's plan of disagreement is well used."

Zhang Liao looked at Xu Rong and laughed: "Zi Lie, if this plan of disagreement can really succeed, it cannot be separated from your help. Zi Lie, in fact, even if I don't come, you can still defend Longguan. The Taiwei asked you to guard Longguan, which is a very wise choice."

Xu Rong smiled and said nothing. Although he was under Dong Zhuo, he was not from Liangzhou, but from Youzhou, and he was always excluded from the circle of Liangzhou people. Dong Zhuo sent him to Longshan, and indeed valued his abilities, but this did not mean that he was valued. After Dong Zhuo was so crazy that he did such a crazy thing, he was even more trembling.

"Zi Lie, don't worry." Zhang Liao patted Xu Rong's arm: "Your Majesty knows people and uses them well, and you will stand out the day."

"Thank you, General." Xu Rong breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Liao and the emperor had a family friendship and were deeply trusted by the emperor. Otherwise, he would not be able to guard Longguan in his old age. With him in the emperor's favor, Xu Rong's future would be guaranteed.

...

As the autumn wind gradually rose, all the leaders of the Xiongnu tribe finally arrived at Meiji. Meiji was the Xiongnu Chanyuting, but it was still the territory of the Han Dynasty, so Liu Bian was still the master, and the Huns - including Shanyu Yufuluo - were guests. As the master, Liu Bian had to hold a banquet to entertain these leaders.

The banquet was very lively, and everyone sat on the ground and ate at the desk according to the customs of the Han people. The Huns were not used to this kind of sitting method. They grinned their teeth before sitting for a long time, but they did not dare to be arrogant. They had to sit one by one, lean on the squat, relax their numb calves, or find excuses to get up and toast, and reduce the time for kneeling as much as possible.

After three rounds of drinking, various literary and artistic performances began to appear. First, the horns were horns, and two strong men with naked upper bodies came to the venue. After saluting everyone, they started to fight. The horns were wrestling, and there was also a bit of sumo wrestling in later generations, but the horns were not as fat as the sumo wrestler.

After the horn arrived, a woman came on stage to perform singing and dancing. More than a dozen Hun women in costume sang and danced around the fire. This reminded Liu Bian of his travels in his previous life. He couldn't help but feel a little sad.

After the Huns performed, the Han people also performed several programs, and the atmosphere became warmer. The Huns drank a lot of wine and relaxed a lot. Liu Bian also occasionally smiled. In this relaxed atmosphere, Xun You came on stage and prepared to perform the last finale.

The twelve drums were arranged in a specific direction around the bonfire in the middle. The twelve strong Komsuro stood in front of the drum in their hands, red silk on their waists, and prepared for the performance.

The Huns looked at each other inexplicably. Can the advocacy in the military formation be regarded as the finale? And the advocacy is only drums but not drums. What's the point?

Xun You ignored the doubts of the Huns, held a piano, walked to the drum array, and gently plucked the strings.

Twelve Omenro raised the drum and beat the war drum violently.

"Dong! Dawn! Dawn!"

As the drums sounded, the Oguru and the others roared loudly in response to the beat. After hearing this, the Huns couldn't help but sit up straight, look at each other, and look surprised in their eyes. Most of these people were nobles in the tribe, familiar with the great wizard's practice and steps, and were not unfamiliar with this tone. They could hear it all at once that the Oguru was yelling the spell of the great wizard of the Shanyuting summoning Fengying.

How did these Han people know the spell of the great wizard?

They know what the use of spells is, do they have the magic power of a great wizard?

The Huns' questions were quickly answered. Amid the drum sounds, accompanied by the roars of the Guards, the bonfire surrounded by the center seemed to have suddenly had life, rising more than ten feet high. What is even more surprising is that the flames kept twisting with the rhythm of the drum sound, gradually turning into a human form, like a graceful dancer dancing passionately and unrestrainedly.

The Huns were stunned and shocked.

The Han people can not only summon wind, but also control fire with wind, so that the swaying fire can transform into human figures. Although the power is not as strong as the wind eagle summoned by the great wizard, the control skills are far beyond their understanding. Fire is something that flows and is even more difficult to control than water. It is incredible that these Han people can control it so skillfully and accurately.

What surprised the Huns even more was the back.

With the sound of drums, the face of the fire-shaped dancer becomes clearer and clearer. The waist is the waist, the hips are the buttocks, the arms are like snakes, and the skirts are flying. In the fire, there seems to be a face that is good for anger and joy. A pair of bright and flirting eyes swept across everyone's face, making people unable to move their eyes away.

The Huns were stunned. They forgot to raise the wine glass in their hands. The wine sprinkled on the table and meandered and flowed. But they had no sense of consciousness and just stared at the dancer who was beyond reach. Some people sat up straight, some even stood up, and walked towards the fire step by step, but were blocked by an invisible aura and could not move forward. They raised their arms around the bonfire, twisted their bodies, and danced to the rhythm.

More and more Huns joined the dance circle, as if they were crazy.

In the midst of the chaos of the Huns, the fire-shaped dancer gradually stopped and bowed to Liu Bian, who was sitting in the center, and slowly disappeared into the flames.

The Huns, who were dancing wildly, stood there blankly, looking nostalgic at the bonfire that had returned to their original state.

"O the supreme dragon god--" the great wizard Jin Guo took the lead and threw himself to the ground, screaming: "We are willing to be your servants, your hawks, and capture cunning foxes and vicious wolves for you, and be willing to give you our blood, our flesh, and all ours."
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