Chapter 17 Blood-stained Dragon City (I)

The king's tent is still large and majestic, but it is just compared to the ordinary tent. If it is compared with the previous tent, it is far inferior. First, the workmanship is not as exquisite as the previous tent, which is driven out in a hurry. Although the Huns were defeated, the king's tent is necessary. Second, there is no golden eagle on the top of the tent. This is a shame that the military minister Shanyu did not forget and vowed to retake the golden eagle, but it is not impossible to rebuild it.

There was a thick snow piled on the tent, which made the tent a little crooked. Despite this, it did not collapse, nor was it dangerous to collapse. Although it was a little crooked, it was not so. Who said this was the tent?

There was a thick flagpole in front of the tent, and a huge royal flag whistled in the cold wind, unable to curl.

This king flag was no longer the one that Yi Zhixie made in a hurry to gather the defeated soldiers. This was ordered by the military minister Shanyu to make people re-made. The workmanship was better, and there was still a huge giant wolf on the flag, but it was not embroidered with gold thread, which lacked a lot of majesty.

There were many people standing outside the king's tent, which were military officials, Shanyu and Yi Zhixie. Zhongxing said that if Hou Chan, the Right King, the Right King, the Right Guli King, the Right General, the Right Major Commander, the Right Major Commander, the Right Guard, and the Right Guard.

After this period of rectification, the minister who died or was captured was re-substituted.

Although all the ministers were complete, they did not return to their previous grand occasions.

At this time, all the ministers had a sad face and tears in their eyes. Although they were wearing fox furs and were not afraid of the cold wind, they felt cold and shivered in their hearts.

That's because they listened to the Huns' wailing and their inner fear.

The Huns suppressed the Han Dynasty for decades. When did they become so miserable now? Some of the Huns laughed and said, some of them despised the Han people. When did they cry like this?

Ruo Houchan was wearing a fox fur and a leather hat, standing in the wind, and his body was covered with snowflakes, like a snowman. The expression on his face was unstable and sad.

"God of Kunlun, why don't you protect the Great Huns?"

The cries of the Huns came from afar, and they actually questioned the Kunlun God.

The Kunlun God is a god believed in by the Huns. Who dares to question it? This is the Huns who are heartbroken and have to ask.

Hearing this, Ruo Houchan resonated in his heart. He knelt on the snow with a loud bang, splashed a tent of snowflakes, held his hands on the snow, touching the ground with his forehead, and knocked a few times. Then he raised his hands, raised his head to the sky, and asked the sky loudly: "Kunlun God, why don't you protect the Great Huns? Why can't the Great Huns get the clear sky and the warm sunshine? Why can't the Great Huns get the plump grass and the thriving green grass? Why can't the Great Huns get the grass? Why can't the Great Huns get the grass? Why can't the Great Huns get the fat cattle and sheep?"

The voice is miserable and sad, and it is even better than Qu Zi's "The Question of Heaven".

His voice was very contagious. What he asked was exactly what the ministers thought, all of which she shed tears, pounced on the ground, and started to cry.

Tears were falling all the way, and the tears were so sad that the sky was so sad that their parents were dead, and they were almost heartbroken.

"Kunlun God, why don't you protect the Great Huns?" Ruo Houchan's voice of asking the sky sounded amid the crying of the ministers: "Why did the Great Huns get only the hazy sky and the cold wind as cold as a scimitar? Why did the Great Huns get only the ice and snow, rather than the grass with fat and beautiful soil?"

"Woooooo!"

If Hou Chan's voice of asking about the sky was like a catalyst for bad emotions, the ministers cried even harder and howled louder.

"Great Kunlun God, why can't the warriors of the Great Huns get your protection? Why do the Han people are timid and timid, why do they get your favor?" Ruo Houchan wiped his tears, and said with tears: "The Han people have a warm home, plump farmland, beautiful silk, sweet wine, and delicious food. Why do you still favor the Han people, so that the warriors of the Great Huns get frozen in the cold wind and starve in hunger and thirst?"

Every word and tears were like a huge hammer hitting Junchen Shanyu's heart, his body stiffened, tears gushed out of the tiger's eyes, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground and kowtowed.

Looking back at the beginning of the year, the military minister Shanyu mobilized a large army to move south, and was proud and confident, and would definitely invade Chang'an. But now, a group of ministers can only ask the sky in the cold wind and question the great Kunlun God. How miserable?

"Woooooo!"

The miserable crying spread from afar. There were many crying sounds in the Huns camp, and the crying of the military ministers, the monarchs and ministers, spreading again. That was nothing, it was the catalyst for the crying sound. Hundreds of thousands of Huns cried into a ball, and the crying was astonishing as the mountains shook the earth.

Shanyu is worthy of being under the sun and the moon, above the desert, the kings of all the crying sounds are so powerful that it is so moving!

"Huhh!"

The cold wind is getting colder and the snow is getting heavier. Look at this situation, I don’t know when it will take a break?

The snow came very hard, and it fell for seven or eight days. The snow on the ground, which was originally three feet of snow, exceeded five feet of snow, and most of the Xiongnu tents collapsed.

Junchen Shanyu's tent could not be withstood and almost collapsed. The relationship between the tent was too great and it must not collapse. Junchen Shanyu hurriedly ordered the Xiongnu to clean up the snow on the top of the tent. In order to boost morale, Junchen Shanyu took action and made some efforts to finally ensure that the tent had not collapsed.

The Huns are now in an unprecedented dilemma, with low morale and shrouded in sorrow. If the king's tent falls down again, it will be too great, and the impact will be too great. Keeping the king's tent means protecting the only morale of the Huns, the military minister Shanyu secretly breathes a sigh of relief.

The king's tent was kept, but the king's flag was not kept. The snow fell too heavily and the temperature was too low. The king's flag no longer called the king's flag, but could only call the ice flag. A thick layer of ice and snow could not stretch at all.

It is so heavy that the flagpole can't stand it. When the cold wind blows, the flagpole breaks and breaks, and the king's flag is on the ground.

The role of the king's flag is greater than that of the king's tent. Junchen Shanyu was shocked and a little lucky. Fortunately, it was at night. If it was during the day, it would definitely cause panic.

He hurriedly transferred his personal guards to fight with the ministers, erected the flagpole again and raised the king's flag again. When the next day dawn, the Huns saw a new king's flag, but they didn't know that the king's flag had already risen.

Changing the flagpole in the snow and ice is really unexplainable, and Junchen Shanyu will never forget it for his life.

In the king's tent, several pots of charcoal fire burned the king's tent warmed as spring.

The new throne of Junchen Shanyu was not as grand as before, so he could only make up. Junchen Shanyu sat on the throne, with a whole sheep on the short table in front of him, with a warm horse breast, and a golden scepter turned in his left hand, looking at the ministers.

The ministers stood high on the short table, drinking the hot horse's breasts, and eating delicious lamb, splashing oil and water, making them happy as usual.

The reason why they were so happy was that Junchen Shanyu had not invited them to have a banquet for a long time. Since he returned from defeat, Junchen Shanyu seemed to have changed his temperament and no longer had a banquet with them. This was the first time since he returned from defeat, and they had to temporarily put down their worries, eat meat and drink wine.

Junchen Shanyu had no appetite, and he was worried. Every day, every moment, a large number of cattle and sheep died. If he didn't find a way, the Huns would not be able to endure the spring of the next year. As the Shanyu, how could he not worry?

"Um!"

Junchen Shanyu coughed, glanced at the ministers and asked, "You all said, what should the Great Huns do now?"

Can't you wait until we finish eating before mentioning it? The ministers' appetites were greatly reduced, and they were completely drunk and were indifferent. They looked at the Junchen Shanyu, and the worries they had just let go came to their hearts again.

The snow disaster is so big that the Huns are having a hard time. How can these ministers not worry about it?

If they want to make them worry, they will definitely be able to say that they can last three days and three nights. It is impossible to make them find a way.

In this situation, let alone them, even if Maodun, the greatest Chanyu in the history of the Huns, was at a loss, he could not do anything underground. Who could have a way?

The eyes of the ministers were involuntarily focused on the Central News Agency.

Although this man dog is annoying and unpleasant to look at it, he can really come up with good ideas at a critical moment. Who else can I find if I don’t ask him for advice on such a thing?

At this time, the Central Bank said that he chewed and ate mutton and drank horse breasts, and ate the speed of eating and drinking was much slower than usual. Although the Huns were defeated, he escaped, but he was sick. His complexion was no longer as good as before. The most important thing was that his heart ache became even worse. It can be said that it was always painful.

"The Bank of China said, you said."

Junchen Shanyu also knew that he could only ask the Central Bank for advice.

"The Great Shanyu, the servant has a plan to solve the current urgent problem." Zhong Xing pulled the corner of his mouth, and his heart was not as painful as usual.

"Oh! Come on!" Junchen Shanyu was in a state of no good intentions. When he heard this, he could not bear it. He leaned forward and was very anxious.

The ministers stared at Zhongxing and said, waiting for his good plans.

"The Great Shanyu, the slave, thought that each person could only limit the daily appetite. If you do this, you might be able to end in the spring of the next year." Zhongxing's voice was very calm, and it was obvious that he had already thought about it.

That is, quantitative, this is indeed the best way to approach the spring of the next year, and the ministers kept nodding.

"This method is feasible!" Junchen Shanyu nodded in praise and said, "The warriors of the Great Huns can eat more. The elderly, weak, women and children can eat less. At present, they can only be beaten. As long as they reach the spring of the next year, it will be easier."

"The Great Shanyu, that's it, the Great Huns will not be able to face the next spring." Yi Zhixie's cold voice sounded.

"Oh!" Junchen Shanyu raised his thick eyebrows.

"The Great Shanyu, after the autumn, the cattle and sheep were fat and very strong." Yi Zhixie began to settle the accounts: "However, with this snow disaster, the cattle and sheep had no food for many days, and the fat loss was very severe. If it were slaughtered earlier, it might be possible to be more time. But now, it is difficult. I have calculated that even if I limit my appetite, I will not be able to last for the next spring, and at most there will be foetus for three months."

Three months later, February. At first glance, spring is approaching in February, and the Huns have been over. In fact, it is not the case, because the season in the desert comes late, spring will not come until April, and it may even take May. Only when spring comes, grass will sprout, warm weather, and cattle and sheep will give birth, and the Huns will have hope.

Even if it is February, there are still two or three months left to have no food and clothing. How can I pass it?

"Zuo Xianwang, do you have a way?" Junchen Shanyu asked.

Yi Zhi glanced in his squinting eyes, but he said, "I have no choice but to report to the Great Shanyu. The Bank of China must have a good idea for this matter."

Zhongxing said that his body had stiffened, and his calmness had disappeared, but instead he was shocked.

It’s not that there is no way, but there is a way, but no one dares to say it, no one dares to touch it. Yi Zhixie knew this way and wanted to use it, but he didn’t dare to say it. Only then did the Bank of China say that, how could he not be shocked?

Once this method is spoken out, the Bank of China will not tolerate the world. If you don’t say anything else, just these ministers, one by one, will scold him to death.

Junchen Shanyu also knew this method, and he couldn't speak either. When he heard Yi Zhixie's words, he understood what he meant, and nodded slightly and said, "Zhongxing said, you said."

"The Great Shanyu, the slaves are stupid and have no good laws." The Central Bank said that he dared not mention that method.

"explain!"

In fact, the Huns used this method decades ago. However, the cost was too high and too tragic. The Huns still felt palpitations when they thought about it. These ministers were forcing Zhongxing to be sinners.

"The Great Shanyu, the slave really has no good plans." Zhongxing said, taking a breath, forcing himself to calm down, and never speak out in an impulse.

"Speak quickly!" Junchen Shanyu stared at Zhongxing and said, "If you don't say it, my Shanyu will kill you."

A sharp light flashed in his eyes, his face was filled with anger, and he said viciously: "As long as a useful slave and a useless slave, what use is Ben Shanyu for him?"

This is a threatening word, but it is also a truth. Who would want a useless person?

The Bank of China said that even though the military minister Shanyu was highly valued, he knew that if he was not a scapegoat, no one would be a scapegoat. Who said he was a Han person, and these ministers were Huns? Who else could he not use you Han people as a scapegoat?

He sighed inwardly, and Zhongxing said, "The Great Chanyu, it is okay to ask the slave to say it, but the Great Chanyu, you must forgive the slave without guilt."

"As long as it is beneficial to the Great Huns, how can it be punished?" Junchen Shanyu just wanted to say it alone, not really wanting to punish his crime. This matter has a great impact. Even Junchen Shanyu dared not say it, so he could only ask someone to tell it on his behalf.

"The Great Shanyu, the only way to do this is to leave behind the dying and the weak and kill the old and the weak..." Before Zhongxing could finish his words, he interrupted the angrily rebuke.

"Han Dog! Shut up!"

"Damn the dog!"

"Han Dog is vicious!"

"Kill him!"

Many ministers had already drawn out their scimitars and rushed up fiercely, preparing to kill the Bank of China on the spot.

The Huns were noble, strong and cheap, and in order to preserve their strength, they would kill the elderly and weak in order to save their strength. They would do this whenever they encountered a major snow disaster or a major defeat.
To be continued...