Chapter 92 At the Xiongnu court (1)
“Okay, I will take you there.”
Chen Jing looked at her in a difficult manner. The soldier at the side was dumbstruck. What was the situation?
The beaten soldier looked at the other old soldier standing on a side. The old soldier’s eyelids twitched and ignored him. He still guarded his post with due diligence.
What was the situation. A high-ranking officer’s personal affair. Can you interfere, brat? That you were beaten, just consider it that you deserved it.
Being a soldier, they should only obey commands. There were not so many whys.
Ling Er got up from the ground and looked at Chen Jing gratefully. If kneeling could solve problems, she didn’t mind kneeling a few more times.
Chen Jing looked at her in silence and then said, “No need to thank me. I’m just performing my duty.”
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On the other side, at the grassland. Zhao Zimu had already led the people and annihilated the fourth tribe of the Xiongnu. There was a rustle on the grassland and people were panicked.
When the news of the annihilation of the first grassland tribe came out, no one believed that this was done by the Great Liang’s army. Are you kidding?
They had learned that the combat power of the Great Liang’s soldiers was extremely weak. It took ten people on the battlefield to fight one of their Xiongnu fighters. According to the news, the troop had only about four thousand people.
How could a troop of about four thousand people come to their territory and provoke them? With their understanding of the Great Liang’s soldiers, even if they were given a hundred thousand people, they would not dare to step into their grassland, let alone destroy their tribe.
So, everyone just treated this as a joke. However, when the second tribe was destroyed, they were confused. After the third tribe was destroyed, they began to be in an uproar. After the fourth tribe was annihilated, everyone became nervous and began to search for that ghostly and despicably troop.
Right, despicable! This troop that they didn’t know by whom it was led, stole the belongings of every tribe they annihilated. Not only the valuable things, they didn’t even let go of the cattle and horses. Wherever they passed, was like locust had crossed, leaving no grass.
Moreover, the tribes ransacked by them were either smaller than them or equal in number. After they succeeded, they immediately fled. They came and go like the wind, leaving only a mess on the ground and the young and old who didn’t have any combat power, crying.
All the Xiongnu tribes on the grassland were flared up and vowed to smash the corpses of this cruel, cunning and despicable Han army. Afterwards, feed their corpses to the wolves. Some smaller tribes united temporarily for their own safety.
This news naturally also reached the royal court of the grassland. However, such news was still not enough to get the attention of the imperial clan. Four thousand people was unworthy of letting the royal court muster large forces. The believed that this group of people that they didn’t know from where they had appeared, would soon be wiped out by the other tribes on the grassland.
Moreover, their attention was not here at the moment. A few days ago, they had received a secret message that was enough to make their blood boil. An army of the imperial court had been forced into the grassland and there was a big figure who could affect the entire imperial court. As long as he was caught, no matter of they kill him or not, they would get huge benefits.
Therefore, all of Muke’s attention was now on the big figure who was forced into the grassland. This was really an interesting thing. Muke pinched his beard and revealed an unclear look in his eyes.
Most of the tribes on the grassland were now surrendering to him. He didn’t believe that there would be a tribe leader who would let people enter the territory of the grassland without his permission.
- It would be revealed later why Muke was confused about this and who forced LQ into the grassland.
Great Liang is a big piece of fat meat. And this piece of meat was on the corner of the Xiongnu’s mouth. To be correct, it was the piece of fat meat at his mouth. Without his permission, which jackal on the grassland would dare to grab the meat from his tiger’s mouth?
Moreover, how did this news get to their Xiongnu people?
One had to know that their Xiongnu people were not familiar with the court of Great Liang. How did they know what kind of character broke into the grassland? However, not only did they know now, but they also know where they are. Who would believe if there wasn’t something fishy about this?
However, whether it was true or not, it was always good to send someone to inquire about it. If this news was true, then it was definitely a wonderful gift bestowed by the God of Longevity to them!
“Dali, my best brother. Take people to have a look,” Muke said to his subordinate on his left side.
This man known as Dali was the left Tuqi king of the Xiongnu. He stood up and curtsied to Muke. Then, he humbly and respectfully said, “My most respected khan, the God of Longevity will surely bless us and make this news become the truth and catch the guy who is said to be Jiu Qiansui!”
- There were two kinds of Tuqi kings. The left and the right. The left was considered the heir presumptive of the khan.
“The god will bless khan!” All the tribal leaders of the Xiongnu shouted loudly.
Muke swept over everyone present and laughed triumphantly. Now, the princess of Great Liang is his woman. The tribal leaders of the grassland surrendered to him. Muke felt that if he worked harder, he would definitely be a chanyu who the Xiongnu admired the greatest and become the prayer of the Xiongnu.
- Chanyu is the chief of the Xiongnu
Thinking about that princess of Great Liang, Muke felt that somewhere on the lower part of his body was getting hot again. A certain desire in his body was becoming restless. The women of Great Liang were indeed tasteful enough. Their skin was so soft that it appeared to be made from water and it was very rapturing to suppress her beneath him in bed. Especially, that painful and forbearing voice. Muke felt that he almost lost his soul.
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