C7

The destruction of Zhang Hekou resulted in Shi being controlled by Ran Qiang. Zhang Shen, who was near the entrance to the northwest of the stone house, became a man of his words. Since he had yet to send troops to assist Duan Qin in Li Yang, he had to send envoys to him to negotiate with him while he sent envoys to Shi Kun in Jizhou to ask for help.

"The head of the fiend belongs to Chaoge County of Qi Prefecture in Si Prefecture." Jiuqi water note: "Han Jianan nine years, King Wei Wu water mouth, Xiagang River to prevent Qi water east into the white ditch, to pass the luck, so the people in the time and place as the head." And the introduction of the "Difficulties" day: "back of the Hongshen giant weir, deep channel embankment also." Diao head is a transportation hub connecting the Yellow River, Qi Shui, Baigou and Qing River. The Yellow River Ferry is also the most densely populated area in the area of Yantou.

In the southeast side of the Anchor Mountain Range, there was a large village with a radius of 10 miles. It was built entirely in the form of a military camp, and this was the residence of the Lin Clan that was moved here from the pass. After more than a decade of development, the swarming of the population formed a major town with a population of about two hundred thousand. Ever since Pu Hong surrendered to Shisui while he was still in power, he began to lay his head back down and stare at Hebei like a tiger.

Pu Zong frowned and said, "Just by ourselves, we only have a few tens of thousands of clansmen, while the Central Plains is mostly filled with people. I'm afraid we don't have enough strength."

Pu Hong raised his white hair, and turned his eyes towards one of the guards, and said: "What do you think about this construction business?"

"Father, I think what Uncle said is reasonable. The forces of the Central Plains are fighting, and we have too few clansmen. Moreover, the Jin Tian Zi is in the south looking down on us, so he's afraid that we won't be able to carry on."

Pu Hong raised his white brows and slammed the table. "A man like him doesn't take advantage of the situation to chase after a deer, do you have to wait until he's dead to do so?" "I think you have read too many books and learned how to sit in the living room and talk without paying any attention to the actual situation."

Seeing his father angry, Yuichi quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak. The atmosphere in the room became depressing.

Counsellor Yu Chang hurriedly stood up, and waited for Qing Jian to return and sit down. Then he saluted and said, "Just by listening to what Ran Min's messenger said, the Qiang people intend to enter the pass. If they lead us into the pass, I'm afraid it will be very disadvantageous for us. Furthermore, the people of Qiang rely on the people of Karma. According to the envoys of Ran Min, the people of Qiang have secretly prepared their troops and horses to attack us.

Pu Hong didn't say anything, and Yu Zhitong's words made sense. He waved his hand. "Let me think about it." He saw a gloomy looking high-ranking officer on the left and asked, "General Ma, what do you think?"

General Ma Qiu hastily stood up and said with great respect, "Only the wise and wise General, General Zhao, is willing to obey orders." Ma Qiu, General Zhao, who had been ordered to attack Li Liang's regime, was defeated by Li Liang's General Xie Ai.

A slight smile appeared on Pu Hong's face as he jokingly said, "General Ma, you seem to be extremely proficient in the art of flattery."

Ma Qiu was infuriated, but on the surface, he saluted and said, "I'm just joking, everything that I've said is true."

The Military Advisor Ma Qiu hastily bowed and said respectfully, "Just with the title of 'Senior', 'Senior General', 'Senior General', and 'Prince of the Three Qin', there is no need to be conferred the title of 'Weak' by the 'Jin'."

Pu Hong laughed loudly. "General Ma, those words are just what I want." From today onwards, the name of my Pu clan shall be changed to Kusanagi. "

Counselor Jia Xuan Shuo saluted and congratulated him, saying: "The Great Monarch responds to the will of heaven and follows the orders of his subjects. He can definitely act on behalf of the heavens and enlighten the masses. The luck of the matter is smooth, and it has lasted for thousands of generations. "

When the others saw this, regardless of whether they were sincere or faking it, they all stood up and congratulated him.

In the past few days, the atmosphere of joy had spread throughout the mansion. The servants, under the command of the servants, were busy hanging lanterns and decorations, and many of the worn-out places were beginning to be renovated under the urging of the carpenters. They all knew that the great overseer was about to be called king.

In the distance, the people who were busying themselves in the fields, regardless of whether they were Han or Lin people, didn't seem to care at all. Long ago, they had already started farming, especially after moving to Guan Dong. Although they still retained some of the habits of the nomadic people, they were even more proficient in farming. This was probably one of the reasons why they had become more Han Chinese. The joy in the Residence of Capital Governor did not infect them. It was a matter of the tribe's commander-in-chiefs or the community's little handsome men.

To the south, not far from the Residence of Great Governor, there was a row of mansions, where the upper class resided.

In contrast to the jubilant atmosphere in the Residence of Capital Governor, Ma Qiu was currently sitting cross-legged in his study room with several solemn aides sitting on either side of him. Mai Qiu had always kept a low profile ever since he had joined Sun Hong. In any case, as General Zhao, it was always a matter of shame and anger that he had lost to another power. In addition, Ma Qiu was not a member of the Lin Clan, so he always found that he could not fit into the Fanh. There was also Hong, a man who liked to make fun of others, who intentionally or unintentionally exposed his scars.

Ma Qiu asked with a gloomy face, "What countermeasures do you have?"

"Right now, the Shi family is dead, and all the armies have connections with the generals, it is a good time to raise their troops, if we were to seize the warriors of the Lin Clan and march north, we will definitely be called the kings of the north of the river, this is a great chance for the generals."

General Mai Bao frowned and said, "You make it sound simple. All of their families are powerful. How can we take their troops and horses and use them for our own use?"

A look of contempt flashed in Ma Te's eyes. He bowed to Ma Qiu and said, "How difficult is this? As long as we exclude Ling Hong and his sons, the Lin Clan soldiers are not in our hands!"

The viciousness in Ma Qiu's eyes rose as he asked, "What plans do you have?"

"Now," said Matteo, "it is time for the general, in the name of congratulation, to invite the people of Hong to dine at the house of the general, and then, with only a few cups of poisoned wine, to put an end to them. Isn't it the general's turn to look after them?"

Ma Qiu was overjoyed. His gloomy expression was swept away as he repeatedly said, "A brilliant plan. A brilliant plan." So be it! "

On the west side, in the military training field, there was an empty field. At this time, on the right side, there was a neat row of two infantry phalanx. On both sides, there were two-winged cavalry phalanx. The lances were like the trees in the forest, giving the whole scene a spectacular and mighty look.

Hong was mounted on his horse, flanked by clan disciples and his other subordinates. There was a large flag on the back, with the words "Three Qin Kings" written in red.

Although our weapons are not as sophisticated as those of the Jin people, our soldiers are stronger and more courageous than the Jin people. With this armor, why should he worry about not being able to calm down? He took a few steps forward with his horse and raised his right hand high in the air. In the square formation on the ground, he saw the commander's signal and raised his spear, shouting, "Ho ho!" An ear-splitting roar resounded in the air for a long time. This was a battle formation that made one's blood boil, a battle formation that made one easily impulsive. When they saw that they had such shocking military strength and a little bit of ambition, who could not be hot-blooded enough to want to conquer someone else, Hong thought: The owner of the Central Plains, a dream that was once far away, now feels that they have never been so close to each other before.

When he lowered his hand, the noise stopped, except for the occasional snorting of the horses. "My warriors," he cried out with all his might, "the heavens have given us a chance. Do you think we should go against the grace of the heavens?"

The formation of thousands of people, in the midst of silence, could barely make out the shouts of Hong on the stage, the orderly exclamations: "Thank God, thank Heaven." It was obvious that this was an organized answer, but the white hair of Hong's head was flying with satisfaction, and his fighting spirit was soaring.

At that time, the Han people were so strong, and their clothes were gorgeous, and the room was full of treasures, and they were beautiful and delicate women. Although they had only robbed a few cities, the Huns were still very excited. The powerful falcon king of the prairie, the one who controlled the strings by hundreds of thousands of men, scattered like smoke under the attack of the Han Chinese. That terrifying Han people, he never thought they would be as weak as he was today, who would have thought, our Lin Clan, could actually become the master of the Central Plains. Hong looked up at the sky, silently yearning.

Below, the square formation had thousands of eyes, all staring at Ling Hong who was looking up at the sky. He didn't know what their marshal was looking at. Those who were slightly irritable began to have impatient expressions. Some even turned their heads and bent down to discuss with their companions beside them.

When Hong came back to his senses, his white eyebrows rose, but he said nothing. The strategist general hurriedly raised his hand and shouted loudly, "The King is mighty, the King is mighty!" The soldiers below hurriedly raised their spears and shouted in unison, "Great King is mighty, Great King is mighty!" Once again, the voice resounded through the sky.

Hong stroked his white beard and laughed. He nodded to Ma Qiu. Ma Qiu took the opportunity to lead his horse forward a few steps, approached Hong and said in a low respectful tone, "Great King, this subject has set up a banquet in the Humble Residence. I wish to congratulate the great King on his honor, and would like to invite the great King to come." Hong, who was now very excited, was amused by Mai Qiu's learning and laughed. Without thinking, he agreed.

In the General's Residence, flags were already being hung in front of the doors. In the hall, there were busy servants shuttling back and forth between the wine tables.

Hong sat cross-legged in the middle, and Ma Qiu, as master, sat with him on the left. On the right was the son of a certain clan. The aldermen and officials who were not on duty were divided into two groups. Amidst the noise of the wild drinking, some of the dancers danced mechanically along with the accompaniment of musical instruments.

He had already drunk quite a few jars of wine, and many people were slightly intoxicated. Ma Qiu cupped his hands and said to Fu Hong, "Great King, a few days ago, I received a jar of fine wine from Jin Ren. I haven't been able to drink it, and now I wish to offer it to you."

He raised his white eyebrows and joked, "There's even good wine? Why didn't you take it out earlier? General Ma, you're so stingy. "

Ma Qiu smiled embarrassedly and hastily turned his head to instruct the others, "Servants, serve me fine wine."

Few people in the laughing and drinking hall paid attention to this. After a while, a few maids brought out a few wine jugs and started pouring wine for each of the clans' branch rooms one by one. In the bustling living room, not many people noticed this. Since most of the other branches were seated near Huong, they were all watching him. This wine wasn't something that could be drunk first.

Ma Qiu raised his cup and said respectfully to Wu Hong, "Long live the King, long live the King."

"Yes, yes." He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. When they saw this, they all raised their glasses and downed the wine in one gulp.

"I didn't expect that I would die in my hands," he said bitterly, and fell down.

Shocked, Fu Jian endured the pain in his stomach, drew his sword and jumped out. He threw himself at Ma Qiu, who was looking at him with a cold smile, and without a word, chopped his head off. Perhaps Ma Qiu was too pleased with himself to think, but when he saw the flood falling down, he forgot to call for his trusted aides to rush in and help. He also forgot to pay attention to the other branches of the family, and after the saber light faded away, Ma Qiu's head flew out and blood spurted out from his neck, splattering all over his body. Only then did Ling Jian bear the pain and shout, "Someone come!"

At this moment, the boisterous crowd finally realized something important. The dancers were screaming and running around while the others were staring blankly at the scene in front of them. The guards outside rushed in with their spears and sabers, but they were at a loss. They did not know what to do.

Forcefully suppressing his abdominal pain, Fu Jian shouted, "Capture the Ma Qiu clansmen immediately. Kill anyone who dares to resist!"

At the command of the personal guards, they rushed to the table to arrest Ma Qiu's trusted aides, and rushed to help protect Hong, Jian and the other branches of the clan. Amidst the chaos, the disciples of the other families were being helped out one after another. Only after waking up from their stupor did the Lin Clan generals and officials who had not been poisoned begin to move. Some of the guards even drew their blades and charged into the courtyard to kill anyone who came into contact with them. The entire manor was thrown into chaos. Screams and pleas for mercy resounded throughout the Ma Mansion.

At the head of the army, squadrons of soldiers and cavalry were stationed in various places, and the army under orders had already completely surrounded the mansion. The only sounds that could be heard were the screams and screams coming from inside the mansion. Due to Ma Qiu's death, the subordinates that Ma Qiu brought with him when he went to join the army could only watch blankly as the lances and bows pointed towards them.

In the Capital's Governor's Mansion, doctors were shuttling back and forth. Those who had taken medicine and vomited were waiting outside the house anxiously.

After a while, a doctor came out and bowed to Wei Jian. "The great general has awoken, but this little one is powerless."

The normally gentle face was now filled with anger and shock. He pushed aside the doctor and rushed into the house with the other clan disciples.

He was lying on his pillow, his face pale, his hair white, his beard white, his whole face frighteningly white. He struggled to look at the woman kneeling on the bed with tears streaming down her face, and said with all his might: "In the future … As for the construction industry … To inherit my foundation. You want. Good … Accompanying him. "After waiting for Qing Jian and the rest of his family's disciples and trusted generals to agree and cry, he turned to Qing Jian and said," Jian … Industry... Central Plains... It's you who can flatten. Yes, you did. As the tribesmen … Returning to the pass … "Let's go." After taking a few breaths and seeing Jian Jian nod with tears on his face, he said with difficulty, "Ran Min, say it …" That's right, you want to. Notice... The people of Qiang were fighting over it … "In the middle of the pass."

Ling Hong nodded as he saw the rest of the group. His face relaxed as he slowly closed his eyes. In the midst of the earth-shaking weeping, Three Qin Wang Huohong died.