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Chapter 73 Destruction of the Country
boom!
The rain fell with a loud sound.

It was raining heavily outside and a bonfire was lit.

There was an iron pot on the campfire, with mutton and milky white mutton soup cooking in it. A young man in black clothes cut the ribs with a knife and ate them with dipping sauce. He sat cross-legged on the grassland, looking comfortable, but the man in front of him with an ornament on his forehead did not look very happy.

The seven Turkic kings were playing with scimitars in their hands. They were the spoils of war from Tuyuhun. The scimitars were made of gold, and the handles were inlaid with seven gems the size of pigeon eggs. They were as luxurious as works of art, but the blade was so light that it seemed to be able to cut through the northern wind.

The Seventh King said: "Sir, your strategy is very powerful. We have occupied the vast land of the Western Regions."

"But my brother suffered a great loss."

The Seventh Prince had a hard time resisting the urge to curse the fool.

When they discovered that Yuwen Lie was coming to attack, the five Turkic kings who had been confronting Yuwen Lie could not bear the opportunity to make achievements, so they attacked the city gate that Yuwen Lie had been guarding. The people inside retreated, and they defeated the original defenders and entered the city.

However, no one expected that this fierce general Yuwen Lie was also good at long-distance raids.

While they were drunk, Yuwen Lie came back and burned down the original Yingguoguan City. He also stewed the Turkish cavalry. Tens of thousands of elite armored soldiers were stewed into rotten meat, which was a complete waste of the five Turkish kings' martial arts.

This time, Yuwen Lie almost wiped out all the accumulation of the five kings.

The Fifth King escaped with his life and learned of the Seventh King's gains, so he became furious and said that it was the Seventh King's attack on the Western Regions that made Yuwen Lie discover that the Fifth King's defenses were weak, so he wanted to divide the Western Regions land occupied by him. Even the Fifth King's father, the lord of the grassland under the golden tent, asked the Seventh King to help settle the Five Kings' tribe.

The Seventh Prince looked unhappy.

The land he conquered was taken away by his father as compensation to his stupid brother.

But he could not disobey the Khan.

Being angry and powerless at the moment, Po Jun smiled and said, "I have a plan that can help you."

The Seventh Prince sat upright and said, "Just waiting for you, sir."

Pojun looked outside and said, "It's raining heavily."

The Seventh Prince was puzzled, but nodded and said, "Yes, it is the end of spring, and the grassland will slowly enter the rainy season. The ice and snow on the snow-capped mountains will melt and mix into the rivers. The rivers will spread from the west to the entire grassland. The grassland will enter the most beautiful time of the year."

Po Jun said: "Well, the terrain in the Western Region is high, and the Turkic tribes live near water, so they don't have the habit of digging wells."

The Seventh Prince widened his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him and said, "Why not poison the river upstream? When the Fifth Prince comes here, there should be nothing to worry about, right? The people who herd horses on the grassland are very superstitious. By then, we can spread rumors that it is the anger of the gods against the Fifth Prince for seizing your inheritance."

"Life and death, plus rumors, will make them feel terrified. If this happens, they will definitely retreat."

"The dead horses, cattle, sheep, and people will make this grassland lush and fertile."

The Seventh King was furious. He drew his knife, slammed it on the table, and said angrily:

"You want me to poison my own people?!"

"Do you know how many people will die?!!!"

Po Jun ignored the blade and just said:
"It's better for the Five Kings' tribe to die than for yours to die, isn't it?"

The Seventh King said: "But I would rather fight with swords."

The military advisor from the Central Plains laughed loudly. He stood up, stretched out his hand to press the scimitar, and said in a threatening tone: "So, what is the difference between killing people with a sword and killing people with poison? Since you are going to kill people, do you still care about your reputation?"

"Are you also so obsessed with the title? But, Seventh King, have you ever thought about it?"

Po Jun stared at the Seventh King, his eyes burning with fire, and said:

"Even if you give him all this land."

"They won't appreciate your kindness!"

"He will think you are a fool, a child who has not grown up and is afraid of his father. He will ride his horse to plunder your land, take your beauties back to the tent, and whip your warriors with a whip, all because of your kindness at this moment."

This sentence hit the nail on the head of the Seventh King's heart, and the power of the Seventh King's blade became weaker and weaker.

Looking at Po Jun, he seemed to be dejected. He sat back, picked up the wine naan and drank. Finally, he was drunk. He sighed and said, "Sir, you are really cruel. I am going to be ruined by your scheme."

Po Jun said: "If you must give me this bad reputation, and you feel that you are innocent, then you can make this decision. I don't care."

The Seventh King looked at the counselor who had spoken his mind, and said nothing.

The Seventh Prince played with his scimitar. The atmosphere here became quiet. With murderous intent, Po Jun ate meat with big mouthfuls. The Seventh Prince suddenly said, "I remember, sir, you said you wanted to go back to the Central Plains. Isn't the grassland good here? Am I not generous enough to you?"

Po Jun said: "You are very kind to me. I like the scenery and beauties of the grassland."

The Seventh King asked, "Then why did you leave?"

"Am I not sincere enough?"

The Seventh King took a step forward, the grassland king's cloak fluttered slightly, he half-knelt down, and tapped his chest with his palm:
"I have not yet completed my great cause. Please continue to stay here. You will always have a share of my legacy under my royal tent. One day, when my battle flag shines across the grassland, you will be by my side. At that time, the people on the grassland will cheer for your honorable title and call you the Great Khan."

"Please stay."

He looked at the handsome young man in front of him with seriousness in his eyes, but his hand was on the hilt of the knife at his waist. If such talent and strategy could not be retained here, he could only be killed and buried here.

Any monarch with great talent and strategy would be eager to retain outstanding talents.

Or people.

Or maybe it's fate.

What the old guide was worried about finally happened. The seven Turkic kings who were above the third level burst out at such a short distance, which was enough to cut Po Jun's throat in an instant. However, Po Jun said calmly: "It is for your great plan that I want to go to the Central Plains."

"Didn't you notice?"

The Seventh Prince stopped moving. Po Jun helped the Seventh Prince up and pointed at the geomancy map. He said, "Now the Turks and Ying Kingdom have fought a great battle. You have gained the land of the Western Regions, but the Five Princes were almost completely annihilated. Do you think you are a match for the great general Yuwen Lie now?"

The seven kings remained silent. The Iron Pagoda was powerful, but the Ying Kingdom’s Tiger Barbarian heavy armored cavalry was only slightly weaker.

There is also an unparalleled general and commander like Yuwen Lie.

The Seventh King shook his head: "He is no match for me."

Po Jun said: "So, if Yuwen Lie took advantage of this opportunity and rushed to the grassland with his troops, how could we resist? He cut off the heads and armor of the five kings' generals and piled them up outside the original pass to make a Jingguan. The people on the grassland were terrified."

"Do you think the commanders of the eighteen tribes are willing to fight this famous general?"

The Seventh King shook his head again.

Po Jun smiled and said: "So, the grassland is no longer united, this is your chance."

"The grassland is now divided into two factions: one fighting to the death and the other seeking peace. Your father has no choice but to fight to the death, but you are different. You are still young and have made outstanding military achievements. At this time, if you go to Ying State, choose to form an alliance with Ying State, and marry the princess of Ying State, what do you think?"

The Seventh King looked at Po Jun and said:

"In this way, I will become a knife for Ying State to balance the grassland."

Pojun looked at him and smiled, "Yes."

"But the other tribes, those princes who are unwilling to fight to the death with Ying State will come to you. They have thousands of cattle and sheep, hundreds of thousands of serfs, and they already have the best life. There is no need for them to fight with the fierce warriors of the Central Plains. At that time, those tribes will come here."

"They will gather under your tent, and when you go out, the kings will accompany you."

"At that time, your name and orders will have the same supreme authority as your father's!"

The Seventh Prince quietly looked at the handsome man from Central Plains in front of him.

The king of the grassland laughed.

He held the hilt of the knife, straightened his back, and said, as majestic as an eagle, "Sir, are you planning to split the grassland and divide the eighteen Turkic tribes of the grassland into the eastern tribes and the western Turkic tribes, so that the authority of the original grassland king will be divided into two tents?"

If you are a hero, you can see this goal at a glance.

Pojun looked at him and said, "Yes, but you haven't seen enough."

"Let me show you the world, King Seven." Po Jun opened the tent, pointed his finger at the sky, and the rain fell. The counselor and the king looked at each other, and Po Jun said:
"The Western Regions have been destroyed, and it will be the most chaotic time in the entire world. Ying State's first target will not be the grasslands. They will give you a large sum of money and support for the stability of the grasslands, and then they will be free to recover Jiangnan and the southwest, and complete the [unification of the world] passed down from generation to generation in the Central Plains."

“After all this, they’re going to go after the prairie.”

"Now is your chance. The first step is to have your own territory. The second step is to use the Ying Kingdom to compete with your father and finally unify the grasslands. By then, you will be a hero who is no less than the king of the grasslands five hundred years ago."

"At that time, you should have wanted to lead your troops south, right?"

"Don't you want to accomplish something that no one has done for thousands of years and become the greatest hero in the epic?"

The Seventh Prince sat there quietly, the fire in his chest was aroused by his words, his heart was shaking violently, and he subconsciously grasped his weapon. Po Jun's eyes were narrow and long, and he smiled and said to himself:
"Did Zhongyuan conquer Jiangnan first, or did your tent surpass your father's?"

"The northern grasslands and the vastness of the Central Plains will confront each other, and then the side that unifies its own region first will gain the upper hand."

"This is the strategy to divide the world into two."

"The eagle of the grassland and the emperor of the Central Plains, who is the greatest hero of this era?"

Po Jun's black hair was stained with rain. He tapped his chest with his palm, and the hem of his clothes rose and fell, performing a grassland etiquette. There was a light that bewitched everything and a fire that burned everything in his eyes. He smiled and said, "So, do you have such ambition to take over the whole world?"

What Po Jun said was the truth, an open strategy, and a temptation that no ambitious monarch could resist. What can most move a man's heart is not beauty, not money, but the grandeur of the world.

The Seventh King's breathing intensified. He said, "...and the only one who has the ability to do this, the only envoy who can make Ying State agree to form an alliance with me, is you."

Po Jun said: "So, I want to go to the Central Plains."

After a long time, the Seventh King held his weapon, tightened it, and then loosened it, sighing:
"I really should kill you, Mr. Pojun."

"But I can't do it. You described the trend of dividing the world into two. Even though I know this is your strategy, you want to split the Turks into two camps, the Eastern and Western Turks, and you want to take this opportunity to return to the Central Plains, but I still can't make up my mind to kill you."

Po Jun said: "This is great ambition, greater than life and death."

The Seventh King finally swung out the golden scimitar and cut off Po Jun's long hair. He put the scimitar away and said, "Just consider it that I have killed you, sir."

"I hope we don't meet on the battlefield so early."

"Forty days from now, there will be a grand sacrifice in Chen State. You will follow the envoys to the Central Plains of Chen State."

Po Jun held the long hair at his temples and smiled, "Okay, then you don't want to pay me?"

The Seventh King laughed out loud: "What do you want?"

"Gold, cattle, sheep, or beauties?!"

Po Jun shook his head. He finally crossed his hands and saluted slightly, saying, "Please give me a set of armor."

The Seventh King said, "Inside the armory, go to the place with the most armor. Sir, go and choose."

Po Jun looked at the Seventh King and smiled slightly:

"I want the general-level iron pagoda armor."

The Seventh Prince’s smile froze.

He stared at the strategist in front of him, who had aroused the fire of chaos in his heart, and inexplicably thought of the heavy halberd. What kind of monster would it be if he had the iron pagoda armor, the heaviest armor in the world, and a halberd?

Having agreed to the previous request, the Seventh King quickly backed down this time.

He said:

"……it is good."

………………

In Jiangnan, when Siming saw the seal, he completely disregarded his own dignity.

After a moment of stagnation.

As the Qi-gazing technique was activated, the remaining royal aura rushed into the eyes.

Boom!
Siming's eyes went dark, and he fell down, but he suddenly sat up. Before Li Guanyi could react, the old man appeared beside him, grabbed Li Guanyi's hand, stared at the seal, and cried out: "Gold seal, tiger button, I see, there are Tuyuhun characters on the back..."

"【Across the Western Regions】!"

"This is the seal of the king of Tuyuhun. It was cast by the overlord who swept across the thirty-six tribes in the Western Regions and established Tuyuhun. He melted and cast the seals of the thirty-six tribes. When casting this seal, he beheaded the kings of the remaining thirty-five tribes and used their blood to sacrifice to the furnace fire."

"The fire that day burned with the color of blood."

"you you……!!"

"That's all you said?!"

The old man looked at him. Li Guanyi grinned and said, "I don't know how to explain it to you."

"It wasn't actually me who did it."

Li Guanyi tried to explain that it was not his credit.

Then the old man stopped believing this guy. He stared at the letter in Li Guanyi's hand with wide eyes.

【My brother’s plan and my courage】

[Kill the king and seize the throne. This seal is a gift.]

The old man pointed at the letter with a look on his face that said, "Do you think I will believe you?"

"Kill the king and seize the throne, right?"

"It has nothing to do with you. I'll give you the seal, right?"

Li Guanyi also looked at the rest of the letter, which said that the young man from thousands of miles away arrived at the royal city with elite cavalry. Seeing that the royal city was illuminated by torches and people in the palace were drinking all night long, the second young master felt that a strong attack was not right, so he used disguise again.

He pretended that a large army was attacking to stir up the momentum. Because of the changes in the world, the stars were obscured and the national fortune of Tuyuhun was indeed declining. So the drunk Tuyuhun king was horrified and fled from the royal city on horseback.

At this time, there was actually an enchanting beauty with him.

The young man rode on a mount with unicorn blood and shot the Tuyuhun king off his horse with his bow.

Then, [they plundered all their craftsmen, scholars, armor, food, and geomancy maps]

【If you can’t take it with you, you can only set it on fire】

[This item is of no use to me, I just give it to you to play with]

The old man looked at what was written on the letter and pieced together the whole story.

The young man in front of him was making suggestions, while the other young man rode away on his horse.

How does one destroy a country?

If we look at it from a secular perspective, it was the destruction of the city, but from a traditional perspective, it was the killing of the king and the seizure of the seal, making it impossible for the country to rise again and restore its nation.

So Siming suddenly realized something that was almost absurd.

On the surface, the one who destroyed Tuyuhun was Yuwen Lie, one of the most famous generals in the world.

In fact, these two young men were no more than thirty years old.

Li Guanyi looked at this thing, he held the royal seal and raised his head, he seemed to be able to feel the flowing light of the White Tiger Seven Stars more intuitively, he looked at the old man next to him, he had a lot of questions to ask, finally he just stretched out his hand, spread out his palm, and the small seal was placed in his palm.

"this thing."

"enough?"

Siming: “…………”

(End of this chapter)