Trench

A burst of eagle cries came from the sky. Meitu stood above the castle and looked at the dusk. There was a vague thunder among the clouds in the distance. According to the news from the scouts, the Han Dynasty's troops had already pushed towards this side, and several levels of Guishan City had been broken. Thinking of the wolf king, Meitu felt vaguely uneasy again.

He is now in his forties and was also a brave warrior in the past. In his life, he may be his biggest stain on his return to the Han people. He has no choice but to come to Guishan City, even if he hesitates to kill Shanmeng, he will think of his wife, the scene when his parents were thrown down the tower, and in the end he will be his children... the continuation of his own lives...

As long as he was a little hesitant, the governor of the Han Dynasty would definitely kill them. Meitu never doubted this. A person's eyes would not lie. The man was like a pair of wolf eyes. Thinking of this, for no reason, Meitu shivered. The iron sword in his hand shook slightly and dripped blood. He turned his head and looked at a trembling child not far away.

Shanmeng's grandson Lan Yu.

"...You have grown up and you also know that I killed Shanmeng, your only relative."

Blood dripped from the tip of the sword, Meitu slowly raised his arm and took a step. The child retreated timidly, biting his lower lip, tears fell down, "Lan Yu doesn't want to die..."

The sky shone over, and the walk was stunned for a moment, and there seemed to be a familiar voice in my ears: Father, save me

After taking two steps, he stopped. He stared at the young figure for a while, and slowly put down the iron sword he raised, "Take Prince Lan Yu to rest." In the end, he gave up the decision to eliminate the roots. He turned around and left here with the iron sword, and there were still many things waiting for him to deal with.

If Shanmeng is killed, the subsequent problems need to be appeased by the leaders of various tribes. Otherwise, Guishan City will not be attacked by Han people, and he will have civil strife. He went down the stone steps and the front hall below was divided into two groups, and the quarrels came intermittently.

"Mi Tu killed Shanmeng, isn't a crime yet? I remember clearly why Yu Chengcheng was slaughtered. I didn't explain it to us yesterday, and now I want to be the king of Dayuan?!"

"He is the deputy king, Shan Meng died, Meitu is the king!"

Someone walked out of the seat excitedly and spitted at the opposite side: "What king? He must have colluded with the Han people to kill our king! In order, Lan Yu should have inherited the throne!"

Several tribal leaders here are all people who are more likely to be dead Shanmeng or King Ershi. Shanmeng is no longer there, but most of them are more willing to take the position of the child Lan Yu, which is in line with their interests. On the other side are three tribal leaders, who seem to be weak in numbers, but they are not inferior to the other party in terms of momentum. They hold the hilt of the sword and glar at them: "If the loud voice cannot solve the problem, then speak with war."

"I'll kill you now." Someone pulled his sword with a clang.

"stop!"

Amid the noisy noise, a sudden shout made everyone look at Meitu, who was walking down the stone steps. The latter's cheeks swelled for a moment, and his voice fell: "I'll just ask you one thing."

"Who among you can stop the Han people? Yuchengcheng is a key area in the border town. Even if Guishan is not as strong as it is, it is not much shorter... It will be gone in two hours! Have you ever seen the soldiers of those Han people? I have seen... Dayuan cannot win this war at all..."

Meitu looked at the surging crowd opposite with fierce eyes, turned his head and looked outside the hall gate. The sunset dyed the sky red, and the soaring black dots streaked through his sight, "...... What's wrong with using good fortune to exchange for the peace of Dayuan? Your interests will not move, I guarantee this!"

The goshawks swept through the red glow.

From west to east, it crossed the migrant crowds, tribal villages, large wheat fields, and vineyards, and then fell down and rushed through the forests at the foot of the mountains, making a distant cry. In the view of the earth, the continuous army was stationed and resting. It fluttered its wings and rushed straight down, and finally landed on the arm of a looking cavalryman who was looking up at the high place, bent his beak and slowly combed his feathers.

The Wuhuan people who received the message quickly conveyed the information again. When the running fast horse passed through a tent, Gongsun Zhi and other guards were patrolling the camp, visiting the soldiers in the wounded camp. They went westward and some soldiers were injured in the war, but the whole situation was not too serious.

The other side was Gongsun Yue. Because he was getting older, he was transferred to the rear camp as the head general to handle some excessive matters. At this time, he was patrolling the camp with his nephew and chatting while walking.

"After the governor advanced westward, his murderous intent became heavier."

"My uncle thinks I shouldn't massacre the city, or shouldn't threaten the family?"

"It's probably the latter... When people get old, they can't listen to the murder of women and children." Gongsun Yue looked at Gongsun Zhi who was walking in front of him, stroked the white beard on his chin, and calmed down a little, and his expression became serious: "I'm afraid that future generations will criticize you too much."

"That's okay. You can reduce the lives of the soldiers of the three armies and achieve your goal. How can I care about criticizing such things?" Gongsun Zhi looked at the soldiers who were busy walking around and stopped in front of a wooden couch, looked at the foot of a wounded soldier who had severely worn out due to the marching, and his fingertips were covered in blood. He took a breath and reminded the doctor who rushed over: "Don't be stingy with herbs." After a moment, he turned around and continued: "... The terrain of Dayuan is very important. It is not only an iron nail on the back of the Western Regions, but also a front station entering the West. It has abundant supplies and is an extremely favorable rear support. It must be taken down as soon as possible to allow the Western Expedition Army to gain a foothold here."

"Uncle is just a little worried about you..." Gongsun Yuezheng said worriedly. Outside the injured camp, there was a sound of horse hooves approaching quickly. He narrowed his eyes: "...What's going on over there? The back camp is not allowed to ride horses without authorization, I'll go and see..." After walking out of the camp, the commander riding horse had already jumped off the horse's back and ran towards this side quickly, handing over the information from Guishan City on the west to the hands of the two of them.

Shanmeng was killed, Meitu calmed down all tribes, opened the city and surrendered.

The old man was slightly stunned.

Gongsun Yue was not very clear about the killing of Meitu's family that day. After reading this sudden news, he looked up at Gongsun Zhi and was shocked. He walked over with a tall figure and glanced at the information in the old man's hand. He probably guessed the content and smiled at Gongsun Yue, "...Don't worry, uncle, my nephew always understood what he was doing. Now Dayuan is over. Soon, we should go and surrender."

The news then spread to the entire army. Many people were excited and roared in the camp. Some people felt sorry for not having the opportunity to attack the city, especially the grassland people who tasted the sweetness. They walked westwards and on the wilderness, they always looked at the towering walls of Guishan City, and thought of the benefits brought by the massacre that day...

The Han military camp was already ready to enter the Guishan territory. At this time, he received the news of Meitu surrender. After the night fell, he was called to discuss matters by the central army. Gongsun Zhi held his hands and looked at the hanging map. Behind him were the chief generals of the army sitting full of seats.

"Although the governor of Meitu is ahead of his plan, he killed Shan and replaced his position with a greater momentum than before..." Zhang Ren sat in the tent and bowed and said, "... The governor should be wary of fraud!"

"Just wait until he leaves the city to welcome his lord, and take it together. Anyway, Guishan City has surrendered, so what's the point of keeping him?"

"It's just a city, why do we Han people do such things that are untrustworthy?"

As you kept talking in the tent, Gongsun Zhi handed the lamp in his hand to the servant, returned to the long desk and looked at the generals whose voice had already sunk below: "Bo Fu said no, why did I, Han people, have no faith? Since I promised to let him be the king of Dayuan, this previous discussion will remain unchanged, but it is still necessary to shock the other tribe leaders of Dayuan."

Everyone around did not speak, waiting for the following.

In the swaying lights, Gongsun Zhi raised his hand, pointed to the sheepskin map hanging there, and slowly spoke: "The border with Dayuan is Kushan. This country was established by the Great Yuezhi, which was defeated by the Huns. Now this country swallows it, and is standing in front of it. If you want to go there, you must pass through them."

"... But the capital of this country is south of the south, and it does not have much conflict with us, and it has some relationship with our great Han. I want to send a message to explain the reason, and the Anxi side cannot get around it. However, the Anxi Kingdom and the Great Qin often fight, which is the same as our goal, so it should not be difficult to borrow the way."

"But before that, the three armies gathered outside Guishan City and invited the nobles of Guishan City to see what the Han Dynasty military formation was like! At the same time, they also warned all Dayuan people that there was only one way to resist. In addition, I wanted to select the vanguard of the three armies. If Kushan did not agree to the passage..."

"...We'll just push it over!"

"yes!"

The generals stood up and bowed neatly.

Compared with the previous fight, it has been quiet for a period of time. Waiting for the development of things, Shanmeng is now killed and the replacement of the king of Dayuan is as expected. However, those who are used to marching and fighting seem quite uncomfortable. At this time, when they hear Gongsun Zhi's words, the warlike people are boiling.
Chapter completed!