When Wu Dan woke up, there was a bright light in front of him, and the bright sunshine shone on his face.

The wizard sat aside, his eyes closed slightly, and his face was calm. The feathered robe he wore every day covered his body, and the wizard only wore a sheepskin coat, but he couldn't tell what it meant to be cold. Yiwuer stood aside, with awe in his eyes.

Wu Dan felt a little strange. Yiwuer has always been disrespectful to wizards and has complained a lot behind his back. Why are he so respectful today?

"Awaken?" The wizard opened his eyes and looked at Wu Dan. Wu Dan responded, sat up, and then knelt down in front of the wizard. "Great wizard, I have repeatedly violated the oracle, can the gods forgive me?"

"You are still alive, which means that God has not abandoned you." The wizard laughed. "I thought you would die on that snowy night."

Thinking of that snowy night, Wu singles shuddered.

“How is it like to be resurrected from the dead?”

Wu Shan was silent for a moment. "It turns out that death is not that scary."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

Wu Dan thought for a while, nodded, and said, "Great Wizard, what should I do?"

"Go to Wusun and find your sister." The wizard stood up and pointed south. "From here to the south, cross this mountain, it is the Wusun people's pasture."

"Then what?"

"Then pray to the gods every day and wait for me to come back." The wizard's eyes showed a hint of fanaticism. "I'll go find the sage from the Han Dynasty. I heard him say that he has a way to turn a person like you into a master."

"Great Wizard, who are you talking about?"

"You should know him." The wizard laughed. "He was the Massacre Zhongxing."

Wu Dan suddenly realized and his eyes lit up. Of course, he knew the story of Zhongxing. This Han slave existed like a god among the Huns. More importantly, Zhongxing said, like him, was an incomplete man.

No wonder the wizard has always had confidence in him, so that's it.

Longcheng. Junchen Shanyu and the prince bent down at Dan and walked into a low tent.

Zhongxing said that he was lying in the thick fur, motionless, as if he was so angry. His face frowned, like a piece of wrinkled cloth. His sparse eyebrows were hidden in the wrinkles and almost disappeared.

"Massacre, Massacre?" Junchen Shanyu shouted softly twice, as if he was afraid of waking up the Central Bank.

The Zhongxing said that he slowly opened his eyes and said weakly: "Shanyu, what's the matter?"

Junchen Shanyu frowned. He couldn't understand what Zhongxing said. After a while, Zhongxing laughed silently and instead said in the Xiongnu language: "I forgot again. When people get old, they only remember the words of their hometown."

Junchen Shanyu laughed unnaturally. The Central Bank said that he is really old. He is over 80 years old and is so old that he only has one breath left. No one knows when he will swallow this breath and die forever.

If he dies, who can replace him? Junchen Shanyu felt a little worried in his heart. "Matthew, there are some things that I want to ask you."

The Bank of China said he was stunned for a while before he said carelessly: "What's the matter?"

"The Han Dynasty sent envoys to Dayuan."

"Emunited? Dayuan?" Zhongxing said the scattered eyes slowly gathered, revealing a terrifying look. "Help me up."

Junchen Shanyu quickly inserted his hand behind the Central Bank of China, carefully helped the Central Bank of China up, and slowly talked about the whole story in the Central Bank of China's ears.

He had just received an urgent report from Kunmi Liejiaomi of Wusun. Because of the internal strife of the Hunxie King's tribe, the battle against Yuezhi that was prepared last year ended ineffective. Later, he and Wushan took a detour to attack Dayuan, and as a result, Yuezhi joined forces. Liejiaomi was blocked from the mountain pass, and Wushan went deep into Dayuan and his entire army was wiped out. Liejiaomi himself was attacked by Aliusu, a Yuezhi man, on his way back to the army, and suffered heavy losses.

Behind all this is the envoy of the great Han Dynasty named Liang Xiao. He killed the old king of Hunxie, aroused internal conflicts among the Hunxie King's tribe, and he also promoted the alliance between Yuezhi and Dayuan.

Zhongxing listened quietly. His sparse white hair trembled slightly. "It's finally coming, it's finally coming."

Junchen Shanyu was puzzled and felt that the Central Bank had become confused again. "Matthew, what did you say?"

"The Han people are coming." Zhongxing said slowly grabbed Junchen Shanyu's arm, and his thin fingers were like eagle claws. He pinched Junchen Shanyu and couldn't bear to suffer. "Chanyu, you don't listen to me and are greedy for the Han people's silk clothes and wine. Now, they are coming, but not tribute, but to kill you."

"Kill us?" Prince Shan Yu Shan smiled, and his slender eyes showed a little disapproval. "How could the Han people be our opponents?"

"What do you know?" Zhongxing said, glaring at his eyes and shouting angrily: "You don't know how cunning the Han people are. For the sake of power, they even killed their brothers, let alone the Huns. Do you think..." He suddenly coughed, coughing so hard that he was out of breath, which made people very worried that he would suddenly stop coughing.

Junchen Shanyu glared at Yu Dan and told him not to talk nonsense. He knew that the Bank of China said that he had always been dissatisfied with Dan. No matter how he created opportunities to make Yu Danduo perform, he could not change the attitude of the Bank of China said. He was very distressed at one time, but now he is not worried about this. The Bank of China said that it seems that he will not live for a few days, and that he will not be Yu Dan's think tank, nor will he become Yu Dan's trouble.

The Bank of China said that his old face was red and it took him a long time to breathe. He grabbed Junchen Shanyu's arm tightly. "Chanyu, do you know what the Han people lack the most?"

“…War Horse?”

"Yes, they lack horses the most. Dayuan's horse... is the best horse in the world. If Dayuan falls into their hands..."

Junchen Shanyu's cheek twitched. He suddenly realized the problem. No wonder the Han people sent envoys to travel west one after another. He originally thought it was just what the Central Bank said often about the distant friendship and near attacks. Now it seems that the real purpose of the Han people is horses.

Compared with the Han Dynasty, the Huns lacked everything, but the Han Dynasty could not compare. That is the horse. Because of the horse, the Huns could come and go like the wind, and they could play the Han army around, and advance if they were profitable, and retreat if they were not. If the Han people had enough war horses, could the Huns still be so relaxed?

"What should I do?" Junchen Shanyu said anxiously.

The Central Bank said, pouting his mouth, biting his bare teeth, and saying word by word: "When the old lady is still alive and the little emperor is unable to move, send troops to Dayuan to destroy their ambitions."

Aliusu rode his horse on his horse, and dozens of knights followed closely behind. The rapid sound of horse hooves echoed in the valley, and he felt a mighty spirit.

Batu frowned, turned around and winked at Li Shuyun, indicating that he should not act rashly. Li Shuyun nodded. He was indeed a little nervous. From such a distance, he could feel the murderous aura on Pa Aliusu.

The two brothers hugged each other tightly

(To be continued...)
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