Daqin: The Imperial Human Slaughter, the beginning of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu

Yingchen handed over the bowl and smiled lightly: "Thank you Ning'er..."

"It is the honor of a servant to serve the young master, Ning'er resigns." Ning'er smiled slightly, with joy that could not be concealed in the corners of her eyes.

The door was gently closed, and Ning'er walked towards the room with a hint of joy in the corner of her mouth.

"Order the whole army to repair for three days. After three days, attack the Huns." Yingchen's voice came from the room.

Ning'er turned her head and glanced, and the soldiers guarding the gate strode towards the gate of the city.

Is it going to war again?

She frowned slightly, and looked worriedly at the room behind her.

Shaking his head slightly, he walked to his room.

After closing the door, Ning'er sighed softly, sat in front of the mirror, and carefully tore off the human skin mask on her face.

An alluring appearance is reflected in the bronze mirror, with vermilion lips slightly parted, as if a fairy has descended into the mortal world, coupled with this beautiful face, it is even more glamorous and incomparable.

That's right, she is the startled salamander.

He was ordered by Zhao Gao to monitor Yingchen and kill him if necessary.

But after so many years, she found that she has fallen in love with Yingchen.

Can't do it at all.

A half crescent moon shone in from the window, and the startled salamander changed into black clothes, and took out a strange long sword under the bed.

Open and close.

The long sword emitted a dazzling cold light.

The window was suddenly opened, and the black shadow disappeared into the night.

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The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

When the Central Plains was still in late autumn, the grasslands had already been swept by the cold and chill.

A full moon hangs high in the sky, and the grassland is boundless, and the edge cannot be seen at a glance.

The white snow all over the sky floated down from mid-air and landed on the grass.

In less than a moment, the halberd-like weeds condensed white dew as if beaten by frost.

"Drive by..."

There was a burst of shouting not far away.

Before the sound stopped, teams of men on tall horses roared past the grass.

They have a unified face, dark complexion, blood-colored totems painted on the left and right cheeks, tiger eyes slightly opened, and all of them exude the unique temperament of prairie men.

"Hurry up, if you can't catch up with the tribal alliance, labor and management will go back and kill you alive." The leader of the big man raised his horsewhip and shouted.

The man's name was Shao Chi, and he was King Zuoguli of the Huns.

The few prairie men who were walking behind were stunned by his stare, but they didn't dare to say anything, so they could only rub their hands and legs between them, and quickly chased after them.

"Drive by..."

With heavy snow on their heads, a group of people rushed to the distance under the moonlight.

The full moon hangs high in the sky over the prairie.

The north wind howled, and the snowflakes were as piercing as knives, falling to the ground without melting.

"Huhuhu..."

The large tents were blown and rattled.

Where the cold wind passed, the sound of the bonfire being fanned loudly became more and more violent.

In front of a huge tent five feet high, there were countless raging bonfires, surrounded by some Central Plains people's faces in thin clothes.

They curled up, their cheeks were bruised, and they looked like they had been frozen. From time to time, they reached out to approach the campfire to warm their bodies.

It was probably almost roasted, and they were in groups of two, holding sharp machetes, slaughtering cattle and sheep not far away, then skewered them on steel racks, and put them on the bonfire for barbecue.

In less than a moment, these cattle and sheep exude a strong meaty aroma.

These Central Plains people looked at the beef and mutton, subconsciously licked their lips, wanted to eat but didn't dare, so they could only curl up again.

"You cheap bastards, let you barbecue, how dare you have an idea?"

A burst of yelling sounded.

A big Hun came up with a horsewhip in his hand, his face was ferocious, and he beat these Central Plains people as he spoke.

"Ah ah ah..."

These Central Plains people yelled in horror.

But here, no one went to avenge them, and all they got was more beatings.

The big men at the entrance of the tent also seemed to be interested, and joined them with whips in their hands, with wild smiles on their faces.

"Drive by..."

There was a burst of shouting.

These big men stopped their movements, took a glance, and all came to the big tent.

After a while, a group of Huns stopped at the entrance of the big tent.

It was Shao Chi who led the team. He swept the big tent and saw that there were not many people, so he knew that they were the first to arrive. He raised his horsewhip and shouted: "Aww... Long live the shaman..."

"Long live the shaman..."

The man behind him also shouted.

Although the Xiongnu are aliens, they also have beliefs. They believe in shamanism. They believe that there are gods between heaven and earth, and they also attach great importance to the tombs of their ancestors. Gold and silver clothes and women.

The sound spread in all directions, and a group of Xiongnu men walked out of the big tent.

"He's really a good man in my prairie." The man came with big arms and a round waist, with totems painted on his cheeks, wearing a fur fur, and showing his yellow teeth while laughing wildly.

Shao Chi was overjoyed, and quickly got off his horse and half-kneeled in front of the man: "See King Youxian...Long live..."

The prairie man who followed hurriedly half-kneeled: "Long live the Youxian King..."

In the system of the Xiongnu, Shan Yu was the supreme leader who commanded everything, and below them were the wise kings of the left and right, the kings of the left and right Guli, the generals of the left and right, the captains of the left and right, the great households of the left and right, and the marquis of the left and right bones.

The Xiongnu also had the habit of respecting the left side, and the left side was higher than the right side. For example, the status of Zuo Xianwang was higher than that of other kings, second only to Shanyu, and he was also the successor of Shanyu. He was equivalent to the prince of the Central Plains, but higher than the prince.

"Shao Chi get up." Youxian Wang Cang took a step forward and helped Shao Chi up.

"Thank you, Youxian King..." Shao Chi thanked him again and again, but the arrogance in the corner of his eyes when he stood up made people uncomfortable.

As the first man to come to the alliance tribe, he has this capital.

Just when he was dreaming.

There was another sound of horseshoes not far away.

This time, it wasn't a group of people, but dozens of groups of prairie men, with snow on their heads, and all of them were dusty.

"Ouch..."

"Aww..."

The people who came kept drinking.

When they saw Shao Chi, their expressions all changed.

"Shao Chi, you are the first to come here?" A big man jumped off his horse and strode towards Shao Chi.

But when he saw Youxian King Canghu, he was taken aback, and hurriedly saluted: "Long live Youxian King..."

Cang Hu swept everyone away, smiled lightly and said: "Don't say too much, advanced to the big tent, Shan Yu has been waiting for you for a long time."

After speaking, he waved his sleeves and walked into the big tent.

The big Huns behind him glared at Shao Chi and followed him.

As soon as they entered the big tent, everyone felt as warm as spring.

The ground is all paved with uniform wool. Basically, there is a bonfire pot every two steps. The flames inside are rising slowly, illuminating the entire tent.

Under those braziers, there are dozens of square tables, on which there are roasted beef and mutton, as well as countless naans and kumiss.