The Bank of China said that Wei Yi bowed: "The Great Shanyu, this made the slave think of one thing."

"What's the matter?" Junchen Shanyu asked hurriedly.

"Da Shanyu, do you remember Emperor Gaozu of Han?" Zhong Xing asked back.

"The ancestor of the Han Emperor?" Junchen Shanyu laughed: "Who doesn't remember the Han Emperor who surrounded the great Maodun Shanyu in Pingcheng and almost became a prisoner of the Great Huns?"

Maodun besieged Liu Bang in Pingcheng was a proud event for the Huns, and it has been passed down for decades. When this matter was mentioned, the decadence of the ministers were swept away, as if Zhou Yang had just chased them and had not happened at all.

"Ha ha!"

The king's tent was filled with the proud laughter of the ministers. The laughter was extremely loud and reached the sky.

Until the ministers stopped laughing, time had passed, and Junchen Shanyu asked with a smile: "BOC said, why did you suddenly mention him?"

Although Liu Bang almost captured Maodun alive, the Huns were happy, but that was something decades ago. The Bank of China suddenly mentioned it, and there must be a reason. The ministers stared at the Bank of China.

"When the Chu-Han and Han Dynasty fought, Han Gao and King Xiang met in front of the formation. King Xiang shot Han Gao in the chest with an arrow, but Han Gao held his feet and cried. The Han army thought Han Gao was just a minor injury and his morale was not affected at all." Zhong Xing said something.

"Haha! This Henkel, I heard that he has been a greedy man, and is profit-oriented. He is a villain, it is true!"

"Is this the magical deception that you Han people believe in?"

"Little man! Despicable!"

The ministers seized the opportunity and ridiculed Liu Bang. Liu Bang was a laughing stock among the Huns, so why not ridicule them?

A hint of surprise flashed through Yi Zhixie's bright eyes: "I didn't expect that Henkel was so anxious and wise! No wonder he could have let the great Maodun Shanyu open his net back then."

"Zhongxing said, I understand what you mean." The man who was aware of the military minister, Shanyu, knew the elegant meaning when he heard the string song, stood up and said, "Come on the fox fur!"

His clothes had long been soaked in sweat. As soon as he stood up, he realized that the throne was covered with sweat stains.

The personal guard brought the fox fur. With the help of the personal guard, Junchen Shanyu dressed neatly and waved his hand and said, "Go!"

He strides out and takes the lead in getting out of the king's tent, and a group of ministers follow him out.

After walking a few steps, I heard a low voice.

"The Great Shanyu was seriously injured and could not dig the bow."

"Click the bow? I can't even eat mutton."

"The Han army came and the Great Shanyu was seriously injured. What should I do?"

"Don't be afraid, the Kunlun God will protect us!"

"Who said that the Chanyu could not open the bow or eat mutton?" A loud sound came from the ears of the soldier who was talking.

The soldier was surprised and turned his head to see who was not Junchen Shanyu? I saw Junchen Shanyu standing in front of him with no trouble at all, not like the rumored severely injured.

"Give me your bow." Junchen Shanyu stretched out his hand at a soldier. The soldier was shocked and handed a bow to Junchen Shanyu in a daze.

Junchen Shanyu tried to pull it, and suddenly shouted, and the bow was full of strings: "Is this considered opening a bow?"

"This..." the soldier was speechless.

Junchen Shanyu threw the bow back to him: "The order: Tonight, this Shanyu will drink with the warriors of the Great Huns!"

After saying that, he took a big step forward, and walked forward, as he was like usual, and saw a group of soldiers happily conveying the good news that the military minister Shanyu was about to have a carnival with the entire army.

Only the careful Yi Zhixie and Zhongxing said that Junchen Shanyu's steps were a little sluggish and sweat oozed out of his forehead.

The bow was pulled, and Junchen Shanyu almost screamed out in pain, but he was extremely brave and pretended to be fine.

As soon as the news spread, the entire camp caused a sensation and the soldiers were busy preparing.

At night, the Huns raised campfires, roasted dried meat, and simmered horse breasts. For a moment, the aroma of meat dissipated and could be smelled dozens of miles away.

Junchen Shanyu did not make any mistakes. He led a group of ministers to work everywhere, eating mutton and drinking horse breasts with the soldiers, and was so happy. Looking at Junchen Shanyu who was eating meat and drinking with them, the Hun soldiers would not believe that he was seriously injured.

Taking advantage of the wine, the military minister Shanyu announced loudly: "The warriors of the Great Huns: Tomorrow, I will lead you to break through the Han camp! Kill all the Han people! Pipe the wolf flag of the Great Huns all over the land of the Han people!"

“Utra!”

“Utra!”

One after another, the sound of long live sounded, and the sound was so high that it went straight to the ninth level of heaven.

"I want to lead you to the heartland of the Han people! To the capital of the Han people, Chang'an! We will fight wherever there are Han people!" Junchen Shanyu said with a passionate place, waved his arms. His left arm moved, tugging the wound, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead again.

The extremely excited Hun soldiers did not notice any abnormalities at all, and shouted loudly, "Utra! Utra!"

The shouts soared into the sky made the earth tremble and heard them all over a hundred miles.

In contrast to the noise of the Huns camp, the Han army camp was silent, with no sound except for the sound of a trick.

In Zhou Yang's tent, Zhou Yang, Li Guang, Cheng Bushi, Gongsun He, Gongsun Jian, Feng Jing, Qin Wuhui and others discussed military information together. Today, the right general was captured alive and forced to ask for a lot of useful information, which provided them with convenience.

While discussing, a shocking sound of long live from the Huns camp came from the sound of the earth, and the sound of the world was moving.

Zhou Yang stood up suddenly, pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword, his eyes shining brightly.
Chapter completed!