This grassland is just a small piece on the vast grassland, unobstructed. There are not many forty-eight tabernacles, and it looks a little lonely.

In addition to being a little restless occasionally, according to the habits of the Huns, no one would go out to the tent to move, but stayed in the tent to drink and have fun. However, the Huns did not have strict military regulations. Whenever they went to camping, they would take off their armor and drink. This is an old habit passed down.

Of course, there are exceptions, that is, the few Hun noble troops and the troops of the Shanyu headquarters, with very strict military regulations. When you arrive at the camp, you have to send a guard post like the Han army, guarding it like an iron barrel.

The soldiers in this camp were private soldiers of Ahu's troops. The military rules were scattered, and it could be said that there were no military rules at all. They didn't even have a warning post. They drank in groups of three or five in the tent and talked about gossip. They abused the slaves because of their excitement.

Zhao Ponu led a team of soldiers from Jianzhang camp to swagger towards the Xiongnu camp. Zhao Ponu was wearing a scimitar in his hand and a broken red Han army uniform, covered with blood. He often shouted in the words of the Xiongnu, looking like he returned from victory.

"Team rate, can this work?" The soldiers of Jianzhang Camp beside him were very worried.

Although this camp is not big, there are more than 200 people, four or five times that of Jianzhang Camp. Isn’t it a death to enter the camp like this? There are many worried Jianzhang soldiers.

Zhao Ponu was also a little worried, but he kept this worry in his heart and would not say it out loud, and he had a cold face: "Everyone cheers me up. If something goes wrong, I can't spare you!"

"We have been energetic in team leadership and are ready to kill the Huns at any time. However, we were wearing great Han military uniforms and swaggering into the Huns camp. This is too scary!" Another soldier was worried.

Zhao Ponu touched his forehead: "I'm worried about this too. However, Zhou Yang's words make sense. For decades, no Han army has attacked the camps of the Huns, let alone penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Huns. Even if we say it is the Han army, the Huns will not believe it. Let's give it a try!"

"It sounds reasonable, but if..." Another soldier looked worried.

"If it really doesn't work, just kill it!" Zhao Ponu's face turned cold, pulled the reins, and walked towards the camp with a swagger.

Soon, he arrived at the camp gate. A Hun who was burping out of the tent shakingly came out of the tent, with a pair of drunken eyes pointed at Zhao Ponu, and raised his throat: "The Han army!"

The Huns swayed and would fall to the ground at any time. A drunken word scared Zhao Ponu. He tightened the scimitar in his hand, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to chop and kill. However, at this moment, the Hun soldiers stammered: "How many Han people have you killed? After taking their military uniforms, you have a lot of fun. It's better to drink!"

With a wave of the scimitar in Zhao Ponu's hand, a Han military uniform immediately turned into a piece of cloth and slowly fell down.

"Good sword technique!" The Hun raised his thumb, shaking to the door of the tent, and shouted inside: "A brother has come back from killing the Han people!"

"How many were killed?"

Someone immediately asked in the tent. Then, four Huns who were squirting alcohol came out and pointed at Zhao Ponu and the others: "Brother, have you ever snatched the beautiful Han women?"

"Blessed by the God of Kunlun!" Zhao Ponu raised his eyebrows: "Women, we have sacrificed the God of Kunlun!"

The Kunlun God is a god believed in by the Huns, and Zhao Ponu was still a little worried, so he mentioned the Kunlun God. Even if he did not mention the Kunlun God, the Huns would not have doubts.

For decades, the Huns had the upper hand and the Han Dynasty was at a disadvantage. The Huns had long developed a habit of thinking that the Han people were too brave and did not even dare to leave the Great Wall, let alone going deep into the hinterland of the Huns, wearing military uniforms and entering their camps. This kind of thing was simply unimaginable.

In order to make the Huns believe, Zhou Yang gave the captured scimitar to Zhao Ponu. In a hurry, he could not find the Huns' fur coat to modify it. He took off his clothes and made a cut on the body of the war horse. He dragged his clothes horizontally and vertically, and then took off a few slashes to take off a bloody military uniform that was taken off the body of the Han army.

Zhao Ponu has good acting skills, and the Huns are indeed deceived.

"Not many left! The Han people are good at women, with fine skin and tender flesh, and their bodies are fragrant, not like our Huns women, with a smell of sheep."

When the Huns mentioned the women of the Han Dynasty, they all had the light of sexual misconduct in their eyes. In which year and month did they not disturb the border? Who had not stained the blood of the people in their hands? Who had never insulted the women of the Han Dynasty?

Zhao Ponu was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and he tightened the scimitar in his hand.

This speech immediately alarmed the Huns in other tabernacles, and they came out to look at Zhao Ponu and the others, saying everything was about how to kill the Han people and how they were fun. No one said that Zhao Ponu and the others were Han army.

Zhao Ponu heard it and had to admire Zhou Yang's plan. This move seemed dangerous, but it was actually extremely wonderful. Zhao Ponu was a person with agility. When his thoughts came, he immediately had an idea: "We just returned from killing the Han people and got some treasures. Whoever you paid for the higher price, let's exchange some for you."

"Is it tea? Or porcelain silk?"

The Huns lived a hard and cold life, and there were very few daily necessities, so they were not as rich and colorful as the Han Dynasty. As soon as they heard this, they immediately began to guess.

"Everything, there are all, and there are still many!"

The tea and porcelain and silk of the Han Dynasty were the favorites of the Huns. Zhao Ponu knew their nature well and shouted: "If you want to change it, come out quickly!"

The voice spread from afar, and the Huns in the forty-eight tents rushed over, holding gold and silver jewelry, looking at Zhao Ponu with eager eyes: "Hurry up! Don't waste time, get off the horse!"

"Dropping off the horse, how can I kill you?"

Zhao Ponu muttered secretly, sat firmly and looked at the camp situation. When the movie went on, the Huns would all surround him. At that time, they could let go of their hands and feet and kill them.

The camp is not big, with forty-eight tents scattered everywhere, and the tents and slaughterings are very time-consuming. It would be much easier to gather them together. This is Zhao Ponu’s current plan: “Let’s talk about it when they come.”

"I am Tulu, the eldest prince is not here, I have the final say here. Take out the baby quickly!"

The Huns, wearing fur clothes and fur hats, came over with hiccups, stood in front of Zhao Ponu's horse, and ordered at the top of their voices.

My neck is white and will not defile my sword! Zhao Ponu aimed at Tulu's white neck and shouted: "Send the baby quickly!"

"Come on!"

There was a response from outside the camp, and dozens of Han troops rushed over on horseback.

It was Zhou Yang and the others who made the suggestion. Although Zhao Ponu and the others thought it was reasonable, they were also worried. Then they discussed a compromise. That is, Zhao Ponu brought ten people into the Xiongnu camp, and the other thirty people were ready to respond. The advantage of this is that if the Xiongnu became suspicious, they could attack from the front and back, cooperate with the inside and the outside, and kill him.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ponu and the others were surprisingly successful. The Huns not only did not doubt it, but also planned to do business. After receiving the order from Zhao Ponu, Su Jian and the others rushed from three different directions.

Zhao Ponu turned his eyes and ten cavalry beside him drew their swords and were ready to start a war. Su Jian and the others rushed over and surrounded two hundred Huns in the middle. As long as Zhao Ponu gave his order, they would become dead souls under the sword.

"choke!"

Zhao Ponu pulled his sword out of the sheath and stared at Tulu and said, "Tell you, we are the army of the Han Dynasty!"

"The Han army? Is there any courage to come here?" Tulu didn't believe it at all, and he opened his mouth wide: "There are only two types of Han people who have been here. One is the Han merchants who send us tea, silk, and porcelain. The other is the Han gang team and send the Yan family to the Great Shanyu. The Han army is definitely not so courageous! Brother, if you want to be so dazzling, you have to find a good excuse!"

"That's because you're blind!"
Chapter completed!