[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

The Khan of the Tartars died, and most of the important ministers under the tooth tent were also lost. Most of them suffered heavy losses inside and outside. This newly established capital of the Tartars cast an ominous shadow overnight.

When Wei Jinghuan heard the news, he was speechless for a long time. It stands to reason that he should be happy. The Tartars were hit hard by this, and they will definitely not continue to go south in a short time. It may even be because of the Khan position dispute. And it led to internal divisions - Huo Yuhuai could think of such a poisonous scheme as heartbroken and life-threatening, so how could he not make good use of this long-standing suspicion?Those three princes are not easy-going lamps, and they will definitely find ways to alienate them.

Although today's Tartars seem to be unexpectedly united, and most of their new establishments were not defeated, how long can this harmony last?

There are quite a few people who have this idea, including many adults in the court. They probably want to save others by themselves. They think more and more beautifully. The fourth prince first teamed up to deal with the third prince, after all, they were siblings from the same mother, and then the brothers turned against each other.

Not only that, these people also made various suggestions one after another, the most outrageous of which was probably to send a few more emperor concubines to marry each other, and then alienate the brothers Chi Lulian who were already full of conflicts.

Wei Jinghuan was dumbfounded when he heard the news. At this moment, the storyteller from his childhood jumped in front of him again. He slapped the gavel and sang loudly. Let’s talk today. Wang Yun sent Diao Chan off. .

Wei Jinghuan immediately wrote a note and sent it back. Now he has the most elite military force in the entire Southern Dynasty, and he has executed the generals to the fullest. Therefore, before his "value" completely disappears, the court has to pay attention from top to bottom. Coaxing him, no matter how much hatred those people have in their hearts, they are more respectful and friendly in front of him...

How ridiculous, the former princess princess and the old general Zhao were better and more loyal than him, but what they got was contempt and suspicion, and even became victims when they still had "value".

I don’t know if it’s because of General Jingwei’s help, but this time it’s the main combat faction’s turn to gain the upper hand. Opportunity for the weak to take back part of the land.

But Wei Jinghuan also knew that the problem facing the Southern Dynasty was not only a foreign aggression, even if the Tartars suffered heavy casualties due to internal strife, so what?The Southern Dynasties were doomed to die, the destroyed cities would be difficult to rebuild, and the homeless refugees due to the war would greatly disrupt the current social order.

Even if the Tartars withdrew their troops tomorrow—the day after tomorrow, countless rebels would emerge from this devastated land.

But what can I do?What else can I do besides defend against foreign enemies? !

Wei Jinghuan only felt powerless and exhausted. He had already lost his relatives and friends, and now only his brothers and sisters were left around. His original intention of fighting was to protect this land and innocent people, but he could only rely on force. But it will never be able to build a peaceful and prosperous world.

Under the starry night sky, in front of the brazier on the sand, Wei Jinghuan stared blankly at the beeping flames in front of him. The paper money was burned to ashes in it. On the halberd.

Huo Yuhuai has passed away, and his confidants probably died together, but they don't know their remains...

But how could the Tartars let them go?Even if Huo Yuhuai chose to commit suicide without giving them a chance to be humiliated by captives, his body must have been brutally destroyed.

Wei Jinghuan closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to think about it, his relatives, friends, teachers and colleagues were almost all dead, but what about him?Maybe it will also become the bones of the dead by the Wuding River, exposed to the wind and sand of the grassland...

No, if he could really die by the Wuding River, that would be a good thing, right?At the very least, they pushed the battle line to the edge of the grassland, and they also recovered many lands lost by the Southern Dynasties.

After the wind and smoke cleared, Wei Jinghuan picked up another stack of paper money and slowly put it into the brazier. Watching the flames licking the white paper, he couldn't help but whisper to himself: "You always plan ahead, but you chose this The most decisive way is to assassinate the Khan and destroy the capital..."

Huo Yuhuai, you have thought about the future of the Southern Dynasties. If there were no Tartars invading this great country and the Southerners were still in power, then do you think...

Change the day?

Maybe, Huo Yuhuai has always been an unruly person. After listening to the voices of the world, it is inevitable that he will be rebellious. However, his ideal is to establish a prosperous and peaceful Central Plains. Since today's saints and courts cannot be recognized by him, then he will do it. Wei Jinghuan didn't even dare to think about what would happen and how far he would go.

It's just that it's meaningless to think about all this now. Foreign enemies invaded, mountains and rivers were shattered, white rainbows pierced the sun, and Huo Yuhuai was also martyred for his lofty ambitions. Only him, an indecisive person who feigned death, was left in the world with nothing but strength. But I don't know how to save the world.

Before he knew it, the paper money had been burned, but Wei Jinghuan was still staring straight at the jumping flames. His personal soldiers were guarding not far away. The author turned out to be the hero who assassinated the Tatar Khan not long ago...

Yes, a hero, Huo Yuhuai successfully assassinated the Khan of the Tartars, and even caused such an earth-shattering event. After hearing the news, the court naturally rejoiced, and the officials praised him with golden words and words of enthusiasm. "Ode to the Great Heroes of Heaven and Earth" (Amazing! Another masterpiece! It has three more lines than Emperor Ji's "Nian Chusai" and Princess Princess' "Ode to a Heroine"!)

As this story was widely publicized, the emperor's excellent works spread all over the country, and the people all felt gratitude to Huo Yuhuai, praised him for his solitary bravery and narrow sense, admired his sharpness and cunning, abandoned his flesh and blood relatives to feign surrender to win the trust of the Tartars, and abandoned his family to care for everyone. !

And this kind of ethos is especially popular in the army. Many soldiers pay homage to heroic souls spontaneously, and some even worship them privately. Wei Jinghuan didn't stop it, but he didn't advocate it either. He just felt confused and sad.

Why bother?

Huo Yuhuai risked his life only after he had no other way out, abandoning his kinship and the blood of his compatriots to fight for a glimmer of hope. Could it be that he wanted to become a hero after death?What he wanted was nothing like this kind of mourning!

As for the official's "Ode to the Great Heroes of Heaven and Earth"... Wei Jinghuan thought, if the people's offerings are sincere, then these poems are simply a humiliation to the souls of the dead.

Fortunately, he probably escaped this disaster.

Wei Jinghuan couldn't help but smiled wryly. After all, according to his current posture of disobeying orders and making great contributions, the officials would definitely not want to reward him for his own poems.

The flames to pay homage to the deceased had already been extinguished, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse in the night sky, the night wind continued to be harsh, and even the brazier gradually cooled down, Wei Jinghuan also stood up, planning to go back.

Next, it will be his turn to regain the lost ground, and it depends on how the Tartars will respond. If the Tartars' army responds in a disorderly manner, then they must still be a pack of wolves without a leader, and in all likelihood they will rise to internal strife; If they deal with it well, then nine out of ten they have already passed the current difficulty, and it will be even more difficult to deal with in the future.

The only thing is that after Khan was assassinated and killed, the Tartars did not wantonly massacre the city, but clearly aimed the main spearhead at the royal family of the Southern Dynasty, and they did not know the willingness of some great hero to pass on from time to time-this made Wei Jing Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked people to spread the signed translation more.

"Report-"

The sound of horseshoes was extremely loud in the night, and the messenger hurried over, and before he got off his horse, he reported loudly: "The Tartars have sent troops again. They have plundered the south of Jiangzhou and captured six cities. Our army..."

Wei Jinghuan's spirit was shaken, he didn't dare to mourn any more, he just ordered loudly: "Call all the generals!"

*

Another year at the turn of spring and summer, Darigachi's coffin has been sent back to the snow mountain, and the royal court has been completely passed on to the younger generation, so the turbulent royal court has finally stabilized in the past six months, and vacancies have been filled. Filling in people, no matter whether it is suitable or not, there is always a method.

According to the tradition of the grassland, sons can inherit their father's property and concubines, but this time it is different from the past. Almost all the people around Darigachi were murdered, and they died of illnesses, even if they escaped Those who had passed away did not stay in the Central Plains anymore, but followed the remaining old Ke He Dun to leave Rongyang.

The three brothers had agreed long ago that the land in the south would be occupied by Geriletu, but because the Southern Dynasty had killed their father, the three would still cooperate temporarily until the revenge was completed.

On the basis of the oath and brotherhood, both Chaoluomen and Alatan agreed to leave the highest command to Gerilatu... The traditional youngest son of the Tartars, Shouzao, was peacefully realized at this critical juncture.

As for how the three brothers will deal with each other after the invasion of the Southern Dynasty, whether Geriletu will send the brothers north as promised, and whether they will really stick to that oath, this is currently unknown .

But Miao Xuan thought that Geriletu should be able to do it.

This child has never broken a promise since he was a child, not to mention he still has a family affection for his father and siblings.

The sound of deliberately heavy footsteps came from behind, followed by a smiling voice: "Little uncle, so you are here."

Miao Xuan turned around in surprise: "Geriletu, why are you here?"

It is no wonder that Miao Xuan was surprised. Geriletu is now the Khan of the Green Company. Although he has not yet reached the stage of holding power, he has been very busy in the past six months.

But Miao Xuan is the complete opposite. He has completely handed over his power, and now he is a complete idler. Many times he doesn't even open the mini-map and mental power, and his whole state is shallow and depressed.

Geriletu stood beside Miao Xuan, subconsciously blocked the wind for him, and complained affectionately: "What's so good about this old city wall? The wind is strong and fast, and it can make my little uncle see it. I didn’t even notice it coming.”

The eldest nephew seems to be taller and stronger again, this thought flashed through Miao Xuan's mind, and then he said casually: "You can see the whole city from here."

the whole city?

Looking around, Geriletu can indeed see most of the buildings within the city wall standing here. This city was defeated due to surrender, so there is nothing too big from the towering city walls to the buildings in the city. damage, and even saw a lot of villains walking around.

Geriletu didn't quite understand this kind of hobby, but he followed Miao Xuan's words: "Little uncle really likes the cities of southerners... When we conquer Hangjing in the Southern Dynasty, there must be more beautiful scenery."

Hangjing was indeed the most prosperous and affluent city in the Southern Dynasties. The emperors of the Southern Dynasties also knew how to move their capital to Hangjing, so they knew how to enjoy it. However, the short-term peace they had earned by idling is coming to an end.

The Great Khan was killed by an assassin sent by the southern court, and the Tartars would never let it go. This shame can only be torn off the southern emperor from his throne and dragged to Dazhigachi's grave to apologize The death sacrifice is the end. Not only that, but the southerners under the rule of the Tartars were also affected.

Miao Xuan didn't answer for a long time, and Geriletu said bluntly: "I came to find my little uncle because I have something I want to give you."

Miao Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and saw Geriletu holding out a small box from his arms. It was full of jewels, and looked like it came from Western craftsmanship. It is very delicate, and what is more eye-catching is the deep ruby ​​inlaid on it, which is thick and clear, and is gorgeous and dazzling under the scorching sun.

Even though Miao Xuan has no research on jewelry, he knows that rubies of this size and color are very rare, especially the polishing of gemstones is perfect and exquisite. This is by no means the craftsmanship that can be possessed in this era. It must be the product of Tianen .

"This was given to me by a Western caravan. It is said that it is the life-long painstaking effort of the craftsman, and I am its first owner." The image of Gerile knew Miao Xuan's thoughts, and explained gently, "I I know my little uncle is used to armor and doesn't want to wear these things, but it's not a bracelet, but a hair decoration."

Since it is a gift, the recipient's mood must be considered first, especially for people like his little uncle, who hardly wears decorations except the wolf knife, and rejects "gifts" that are not so normal, such as Ala The things that Tan just grabbed and gave away without even wiping off the blood... Heh.

Geriletu asked himself that he was not as good at choosing books and documents as Chaoluomen, and he didn't like Alatan's rudeness. The main reason was that he really wanted to see his little uncle wearing a red gem—no matter how much he gave, he didn't see it. Uncle used it.

As for the caravan's endless bragging and the "dedicated to Kehe Dun" rhetoric, they were naturally ignored by the young khan.

Sure enough, Miao Xuan really couldn't think of any reason to refuse the elder nephew's remarks. After all, he would never waste other people's kindness when he did not offend the bottom line.

Speaking of which, it was not the first time for Geriletu to show filial piety, but this time the filial piety was extraordinarily precious.

Miao Xuan nodded: "Thank you, I will take good care of it."

After thanking him, Miao Xuan was about to put away the box, but Geriletu stopped him. He picked up the little thing with one hand, and with a twist of his fingertips, the gem shone with a gentle halo: "This There is something good to keep, it is not a waste to use it, let me help little uncle!"

Before Miao Xuan could react, Geriletu took a step forward and quickly put the gold ring on Miao Xuan's long hair hanging in front of his right shoulder. The gold ring was tightened, and the ruby ​​side was facing forward. It matches the dark red robe very well——

Although this kind of behavior is very strong, Geriletu acted like a joke between close friends. He blinked briskly at Miao Xuan, just like the boy who insisted on rubbing the horse.

Miao Xuan: "Geriletu..."

Geriletu fulfilled his wish, so he took a step back just right, and looked at it with a smile: "What do you think, little uncle? Is it a bit heavy? If you think it is too cumbersome, just throw it away. I can use my wolf knife. arrive."

Miao Xuan was helpless: "Don't be kidding, Khan's wolf knife cannot be easily given to others."

In addition to its own implication, Khan’s wolf knife also carries a part of political value, which cannot be given unless it is an alliance or marriage. Dari Gachi won the old opponent’s wolf knife back then, so let The dignity of the enemy was lost, and even the hostile tribes became a big joke on the grassland.

Hearing this, Geriletu knew that he had got the promise, so he put away the box contentedly: "There is indeed such a rule, but the little uncle is not someone else, if you feel bad, we can exchange wolf knives. "

Miao Xuan laughed: "That's not okay...and it's been so many years, why are you still thinking about my knife?"

Since he hit the knife with sterling silver (no money.jpg), several elder nephews have been very interested in it, even if it caused a quarrel, it hasn't changed.

Although sterling silver wolf knives are very rare, since Miao Xuan became famous, many young people of the Tar ethnic group have also begun to imitate using silver knives, especially priests and Tianen's warriors who favor the night, but no one can make the silver knives ten The year is as new and clean as the day.

Geriletu: "It's like the moon in the night sky. Although it's very arrogant to say so, who wouldn't want it?"

He lowered his eyes, his eyes slowly slid across the silver wolf knife, and finally landed on the ruby ​​on the front of the golden ring: "What's more, I don't think picking the moon is wishful thinking."

Miao Xuan took it for granted that this was a metaphor for the journey of the Tatars by his elder nephew, so he just shook his head: "If you want to, go for it yourself. Silver is not as rare as gold. You are all promising now, and you can change one every day." Okay... okay, let's go, it's windy here."

Geriletu walked towards the aisle cooperatively, and said casually as he walked: "There is no silver knife in this world that can compare to the teacher's wolf knife, but it is only so beautiful on the teacher's body."

It's a pity that this silver knife is neither sharp nor hard. This thin brilliance is all the result of shadow grinding and erosion.

Miao Xuan subconsciously rubbed the knife at his waist: "I won't give it to others, it will always be with me."