He stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth and said, "What you said reminds me. Who are you, and how can you make Xianbei barbarians use you?"

Facing the Jingqi three hundred steps away, he gritted his teeth and said, "A few days ago, I have been trying to conquer the Xianbei Bald Tribe, but I didn't expect that they actually betrayed me in the end."

When Han Qiu heard this, a smile finally appeared on his face: "Feng Langjun drove away the wolf and swallowed the tiger with one move, which is really exquisite. If it weren't for me, I'm afraid that the bald man would have fallen into your trap by now."

When Feng Yong heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, "So it's because of you?"

"Baldy Pigu is a man with clear grievances and grievances. He was able to lead people out of the Tuoba tribe, so how could he betray the benefactor of the tribe?"

Han Qiu smiled calmly, "What's more, when he led people to betray the Tuoba tribe, which caused the Tuoba tribe's power to decline, how could I save him?"

When Feng Yong heard this, he became even more confused.

"Those Xianbei barbarians are not from the bald tribe, but from the begging tribe."

Han Qiu seemed to know that Feng Yong had misunderstood, and took the initiative to explain.

"Qifu tribe? Are they coming from Liangzhou?"

This time, Feng Yong finally couldn't hide his shock.

Damn, there's a big mistake!

The Xianbei Qifu tribe, like the Tufa tribe, was also derived from the Tuoba tribe.

But they migrated south earlier than the Bald Ones.

When the Bald Tribe moved westward to find their own pasture, they encountered the Begging Tribe.

Feng Yong once deliberately understood Xianbei.

So when he talked to Tufa Kheli about the Xianbei people, he knew that a small part of the Qifu tribe was now in Liangzhou, scattered in Jincheng County.

If these thousand fine cavalry are Xianbei from the begging tribe, then there is only one explanation: Liangzhou sent troops!

And he didn't come from Taoshui, otherwise it would be impossible for him not to know the news.

The only explanation is that they crossed the Yellow River from Heguan in the far west of Longxi, crossed the Daxia River between Han and Baishi City, and came here by bypassing Daxia City from the south.

No wonder the bald area has become a turtle!

Because the Tufa tribe's pasture on the other side of the West Sea is still under the control of Cao Wei.

They must not have dared to explicitly oppose Cao Wei until they were sure that the powerful Han could provide them with sufficient protection.

Feng Yong's drive to drive away wolves and swallow tigers is to force the bald man to his side step by step.

Unexpectedly, before the plan was completed, something like this suddenly happened.

But why didn’t Bald Kheli remind himself?

This question flashed through Feng Yong's mind, and then he ignored it because it was not the time to think about it now.

Just seeing that Han Qiu was able to drive Beihu to his own advantage, Feng Yong knew that it would not be difficult at all for him to lead an elite cavalry through Beihu's territory.

"I have some friendship with the governor of Liangzhou, and my relationship with the Xianbei barbarians is even deeper. In addition, the lives of these barbarians are nothing to the Wei people in Hexi."

"It would be best if a group of Hu cavalry can disrupt the Han people's deployment in Longxi. Even if they can't, there will be no loss to the Wei people if they all die, so the governor of Liangzhou promised me to bring this Hu cavalry to Longxi."

Han Qiu looked at Feng Yong sitting there without saying anything with his face changing at times, and then explained with a smile.

Hearing this, Feng Yong's mouth twitched.

Old boy, you really made a fortune!

A force of thousands of elite cavalry intercepted the Han's Jie Quantinghou and protected the Qiang captain.

Bald Khotan, you bastard!

The rebels in Heguan and Han are also a bunch of bastards!

They're all cowards!

Feng Yong was cursing in his heart, but his face was calm as usual.

"I see. I didn't expect that Mr. Han's acquaintances would be so broad."

Han Qiu said modestly: "It's just a trivial matter in the world, and it doesn't deserve such praise from Feng Langjun. Let's talk about the things between us."

"What can happen between us?"

Feng Yong really couldn't understand what the old man in front of him wanted to do.

If he led his troops into Liangzhou and intercepted the governor of Liangzhou in a surprise attack, he would definitely go ahead and take him prisoner without saying a word.

If you can't take it away, just cut off the head and take it away. The thief won't escape empty-handed anyway.

Villains die from procrastination, and wise men do not do it!

"Does Feng Langjun know Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?"

When Feng Yong heard the other party ask this question, his eyes bulged out on the spot, his face suddenly turned red, and a mouthful of crushed orange meat spurted out from his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

He held on to the table and coughed for a long time, then gasped and said, "Mr. Sir, I'm so funny that I could choke on an orange."

Han Qiu didn't care, he poured another glass of wine leisurely and drank it all in one gulp.

Feng Yong's performance gave him the answer.

"Do you also like to watch Rangers, sir?"

Feng Yong asked tentatively.

"Nine streams and ten schools, Confucianism, Taoism, Yin and Yang, Dharma, Ming, Mo, Zongheng, Za, Nong,."

"And military strategists are taboo among men and kings in the world. They are not listed among them. I wonder which sect Feng Langjun comes from?"

Han Qiu asked instead without answering.

"Miscellaneous family."

Feng Yong insisted.

Han Chou nodded and believed Feng Yong's words.

Because no one would make fun of their own sect.

"Then Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng comes from his own family?"

Feng Yong thought of ten thousand possibilities, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually ask him about Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng.

He replied vaguely, "Well, well, maybe."

Han Qiu's eyes showed longing.

"Every family often records folk secrets, but there are no historical records. When the Chu and Han Dynasties were fighting, the world only knew about the heroic heroes recorded in the history books, but they didn't know how many shocking secrets behind it."

"Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng was able to write the "Zidian Qingshuang Ji" and other secrets. I guess it must have been passed down by his master."

Feng Yong was silent, he didn't want to take up this topic.

Unexpectedly, Han Qiu said something else at the end: "Since Feng Langjun knows Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, he must know the whereabouts of the "Wu'an Jun's Art of War"?"

What is "Wu Anjun's Art of War"? I also have "Wu Mu's Suicide Notes"!

I have no idea!

Don't talk nonsense!

Feng Yong's expression finally changed. Did I encounter a man who went crazy?

Looking at you, you are already fifty rather than sixty. Are you still so childish?

"Mr. Han, that "Wu'an Jun's Art of War" is all made up. Isn't it written above? It's pure fiction..."

Feng Yong persuaded carefully, feeling regretful at the same time.

It's a pity that there are no magnetic storm infantry in this space, and there is no Thunder King. Otherwise, this person can have a taste of what it means to be addicted to electric shock.

"Feng Langjun, you and I are both from the mountain sect, so don't use this kind of argument to fool the stupid people in the world to deal with me."

Feng Yong was muttering in his heart, but Han Qiu's eyes were already glowing with enthusiasm.

"When our ancestors were commoners, they relied on others to make a living. They were hated by everyone and humiliated by butchers."

"He went to Xiang Liang but was not famous, returned to Xiang Yu but did not use it, and surrendered to Liu Bang but was not surprised. However, once he was able to worship the general, he established the Three Qin Dynasties, captured Wei, replaced him, defeated Zhao, threatened Yan, attacked Qi in the east, and destroyed Chu in the south. He became famous

Domestic and powerful throughout the world."

"If he hadn't obtained the extraordinary book, how could he have been miserable in the first half of his life and become an unparalleled scholar in the second half of his life?"

The more Han Qiu spoke, the more excited he looked: "Feng Langjun, can you tell me where Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is now?"

Feng Tibi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He finally understood who the other party was talking about.

That’s Han Xin!

Han Xin, who was "unparalleled in his country" and "unparalleled in his achievements, was unparalleled", was regarded as a "soldier fairy" and a "divine commander" by later generations.

Are you asking Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng to inquire about Han Xin? Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng knows something!
To be continued...