Various applications of ancestral skills [Quick Transmigration]

"What did you say! Shanyu was attacked by the Jurchen tribe and is now unconscious?" King Zuoxian couldn't believe it when he got the news when he just came back from the pasture.

He knew how strong the Hun King's force was, and he knew that not everyone could escape from the sword of the Generalissimo at the border at the age of 18.

Seeing King Xiongnu unconscious, King Zuo Xian finally believed that his elder brother was really attacked.However, what puzzled Zuo Xianwang was when such a warrior from the Jurchen tribe was able to directly attack the Hun King into a coma.

If the Hun King was conscious at this time, he would definitely shout: "It was not the Jurchens who attacked me, but the people from the Central Plains! The one who attacked me was the Generalissimo of the Frontier Pass! His posture and strength in cutting me are exactly the same as a few years ago!" "

Last night, the King of the Huns, after expressing his thoughts on the wealth of the border town, returned to his tent drunk and was about to fall on the bed. However, just as he opened the door of the tent, a black shadow came straight in front of him. General Wang dodged the attack aimed at his vitals, but the knife still hit his chest.

The King of the Huns endured the severe pain and called for the support of his personal guards, and touched his waist to prepare to fight back, but with a sharp pain in the back of his head, the King of the Huns lost consciousness. Before losing consciousness, the King of the Huns looked very unwillingly It was a familiar figure, but it was a pity that the previous stab had caused severe pain in his chest, and now he was completely unable to utter a word.

With the fall of the Hun King, one of the black shadows wanted to give the Hun King another knife, but was caught by another black shadow. The other black shadow pointed out that he took back the knife unwillingly, and his companions hurried out of the camp. At this time, the temporary stronghold of the Huns was already on their backs, and the sound of fire and shouts and the sound of watching and killing resounded through the sky, dyeing the night sky blood red.

After finally escaping back to a safe place with the assault team, the leading black shadow took off the hat on his head and let out a long breath.

"Uncle, I have already said that you don't need to come here this time, it's perfectly fine for me to bring these soldiers." Xiao Honglang looked at the slightly tired look on his uncle's face, and said distressedly.

"Just you little bastard, you are still far from being able to defeat that wolf cub of the Hun King. That kid was able to escape from my knife at the age of 18. If you didn't make up for it this time, this wolf cub It might be possible to fight back." The Grand Marshal cast a sideways glance at Xiao Honglang, who was disconvinced, and said.

"But this is too dangerous, uncle. Didn't we say that we would disturb the Huns' military spirit and put the blame on the Jurchen's head? And uncle, why did you stop me when I wanted to give the Xiongnu king a knife?" Me, there was enough time at that time." Xiao Honglang was a little bit aggrieved, it would take some time for the guards to arrive at that time, and it was obvious that he could directly kill the Hun King, but the Grand Marshal stopped him.

Hearing the Generalissimo say, "Use your brain, if the Hun King dies, they will definitely choose another Hun King soon, and that person is very likely to be Zuo Xian with a very smart head." Wang, it will not be so easy to fool the Huns then."

"And if the King of the Huns was only seriously injured, judging from the prestige of the King of the Huns in their tribe and the army in their hands, they would definitely wait until he recovered from his serious injuries before launching a war. Eat it all up." Looking at Xiao Honglang's suddenly enlightened expression, the Generalissimo wished to poke his big nephew's head for inspiration.

As soon as the doubts in Xiao Honglang's mind were resolved, he found that the road they were taking didn't seem to be the way back to Border City. The Generalissimo in front was leading them to the opposite direction of Border City.

"Uncle doesn't seem to be returning to Border City. Where are we going? To the tribe of the Jurchens?" Xiao Honglang asked on horseback.

"Yes, but don't get close. Just throw the clothes over to them, wrap the horse's hooves in cloth, and then return to Border City." The Generalissimo said without looking sideways.

Xiao Honglang stopped talking. The team followed the command of the Generalissimo, quickly changed their clothes into those of ordinary border troops, threw part of the Jurchens' clothes to the north, and then returned to the border.

On the way back, he inevitably passed the pastures of the Huns. However, the Generalissimo was surprised to find that the pastures he had visited a few years ago had now turned into a piece of bare land. Judging from the hoof prints on the land, it must have been raised here. A flock of sheep.

At this time, the morning sun was about to rise, and the sunlight shone on the grassland, allowing them to see more clearly.

After standing on that piece of land, what he actually saw was even more shocking. As far as he could see, it was almost bare khaki, and only a hint of greenery barely caught his eyes in the extreme distance.

"This is the round sheep that King An asked the Huns to raise..." Xiao Honglang said in a daze. Once he went to the sheep farm Ming Yuruo was breeding these sheep. Yu Ruo complained that these sheep are good everywhere, but they love to dig grass roots and eat too much, which is really too much for people.

Xiao Honglang didn't take it seriously at the time, but the scene unfolding before his eyes really shocked him.

The Generalissimo was even more stunned. Recalling the calm expression on King An's face when he said that he would let the Huns take these sheep back to the grassland, the Generalissimo who had experienced many battles couldn't help but shudder.

He had dealt with the Huns for decades, and he knew very well what these old opponents valued. King An's method was an understatement, and he directly dug the roots of the Huns.

And the little girl that my nephew likes is not simple. A woman who can breed this kind of sheep is still a woman who can withstand repeated attacks from the courtiers in the court. Even with the support of King An behind her, this kind of heart is absolutely not The thing in the pond, my silly nephew probably still has a long way to go.

The Generalissimo looked at his silly nephew, and with a firm expression on his face that he was determined not to provoke King An, he hurried back to Border City. He had just changed his clothes and sat on the Generalissimo's throne when he heard his unsuspecting subordinates coming from the door. An emergency military situation was handed over.

"Marshal, the Jurchen tribe attacked the camp of the Hun King last night for revenge, and caused the Hun King to be in a coma and has not woken up. Now the Huns are in a mess. Marshal, do we want to..." The subordinate who said this said on his face It seems to say 'Marshal, let's pick up the leaks. '

However, what this subordinate did not expect was that the Generalissimo, who had always been interested in making trouble for the Huns, waved his hand and rejected him.

"If I want to fight, I must defeat them in a dignified way. I won't do this kind of villain's act of taking advantage of others on my old opponents." The marshal dismissed his subordinates with a cool wave of his hand, turned around and went into the bedroom to catch up on sleep.

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The generalissimo is not going to take the opportunity to pick up the leak, but this does not mean that the Huns will be much better.

King Zuo Xian looked anxiously at the ministers who were quarreling in front of him. He had just settled down and the unconscious King of the Huns was staring at him from the sidelines, fearing that he would do something to the King of the Huns. The guards politely asked out.

King Zuo Xian was not angry, but even though King Huns was in a coma, his personal guards still loyally controlled the most powerful cavalry in the entire Huns royal court for him. The king had no choice but to endure the attack, and asked the witch doctor how the Hun King's injuries were with a hypocritical face.

The witch doctor's diagnosis was very pessimistic.

"Chanyu's chest was slashed by the enemy, and his brain was also severely hit by the enemy, but fortunately he was treated in time and saved his life. Maybe it depends on the wolf god's will if he can't wake up." The witch doctor made a gesture to the wolf. With the gesture of God praying, King Zuo Xian now understood that the Hun King was most likely in danger.

Zuo Xianwang showed a very sad expression on his face, but in fact, his hands were almost bleeding his thighs, so he could not hold back his laughter.

Thanks to the Jurchen tribe, and to the prince of the Central Plains, if it wasn't for them, how could he have found such a good opportunity for his elder brother to meet the wolf god without any pain.

Even if it is impossible to do it now, in a few weeks or even a few months, can these Hun cavalry be so loyal to work for the unconscious Hun King lying on the bed?

The tribal leaders also expressed their sincerity to Zuo Xianwang with a sense of current affairs. Now Zuo Xianwang is no different from the real Xiongnu King except for the most powerful Huns cavalry.

King Zuo Xian accepted the surrender of the tribal leaders with satisfaction and allocated more pastures to these leaders, and the tribal leaders were also very proud of their wise actions.

However, to the surprise of these tribal leaders, King Zuo Xian made the first order after leading the Huns cavalry to destroy some of the remaining Jurchens, which was to prohibit everyone from raising sheep.

This will make all the tribal leaders explode. If it weren't for the Huns cavalry who were still staring at him, I am afraid that Zuo Xianwang would become the first preparatory Shanyu who was collectively rebelled by the tribal leaders before he had a chance. .

"King Zuo Xian, do you really know what those sheep represent? That is our tribe's livelihood for the whole winter, and even next year's rations for our tribe's cubs. You tell me that we are not allowed to raise sheep now?" said The tribal leader who said this had a look of grief and indignation, and the other tribal leaders nodded in agreement. They had already tasted the taste of being rich, and they didn't want to go back to the days when they had to count even their meals.

"Brothers, it's not that you are not allowed to raise sheep, but that you are not allowed to raise so many. Have you noticed the pastures of your tribe? These sheep have a big appetite, and if they are raised without restraint, the wolf god bestows on us I'm afraid it will be eaten up." King Zuo Xian still had that gentle persuasion look on his face, but his hand was about to break the handle of the throne.

What happened to these tribal leaders?Just focusing on the immediate interests, didn't they notice that their pasture was about to be eaten up by those sheep?

"But didn't Shanyu just knock down all the Jurchens' pastures? It's okay to continue raising some more." The tribal leader who said this said in a rough voice.

"But winter is coming soon, and the grassland will wither and turn yellow. Where do we have so much hay?" Zuo Xianwang's hand on the handle of the throne was already turning white.

Winter is coming soon, these words brought back the sanity of these tribal leaders, and they nodded in agreement with Zuo Xianwang's order.

King Zuoxian looked at the scene of the tribal leaders nodding in front of him with satisfaction, and felt that by next spring, there would definitely not be so many round sheep on the pasture that would completely destroy the pasture, and the original pasture would be destroyed after a year of recuperation. Return to the vitality of previous years.

second year, spring

Zuo Xianwang stared stiffly at the round sheep all over the mountains and fields on the pasture. Who will tell him where these round sheep came from?

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Grand Marshal: (with awe-inspiring righteousness) It was the Jurchen who attacked the Hun King, so what does it have to do with my Border Marshal?

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