The Three Kingdoms: My Wife is a Great and Good Teacher

After all, in history, the Wuhuan did eventually disappear in the long river of history. Instead, the Xianbei gradually grew stronger and eventually established a national dynasty.

"But, as the leader of Wuhuan, and not an ignorant barbarian, you should know better that as fellow Hu people, if you stab the Xianbei in the back, you will end up being the 'fisherman who benefits'." Liu Zhaoqing continued.

"So you brought a large army to the heart of Xianbei, definitely not to destroy the Xianbei people, but... to occupy the nest of the cuckoo and become the Chanyu of Xianbei yourself, right?"

The young man next to Qiu Liju was stunned for a moment, then frowned deeply, while Qiu Liju narrowed his eyes, then laughed heartily twice again.

"My son, do you see this? This is why I want to form an alliance with this Han Hou."

"Although our grassland cavalry is unparalleled in bravery and strength, it is rare for people with wisdom and strategy to emerge." Qiu Liju looked at Liu Zhaoqing with a serious and earnest look, "You are indeed right. My goal is to become the common Chanyu of the Xianbei and Wuhuan tribes."

"Tan Shihuai is a legend on the grassland, but his ambition is too big. He not only wants to annex Wuhuan, but also wants to seize the entire world."

"And the price... is that all of us Wuhuan are designated as 'death warriors' by the Holy Spirit Ancestor. In his eyes, this is not trampling on us, but rather giving us the glory we deserve."

Qiuliju looked towards the east, which was his ancestral land and the direction of the tribe’s sacred mountain.

"Although the Wuhuan are weak now, the people in our tribe are all grassland men who grew up drinking blood. How can we be used as food and die in humiliation without raising a cry?"

"When I was a child, I saw a snake swallowing a tiger in Wuhuan Mountain."

"I have 20,000 strong troops, and you, Marquis Changping, have good generals and strategies that I don't have. If we join forces, we can destroy Tan Shihuai."

"At that time, I am willing to sign an alliance with you. The Hu people will not invade your Han territory for a hundred years."

After Qiu Liju finished speaking, he still didn't get any answer from Liu Zhaoqing, so he couldn't help but look at Liu Zhaoqing in confusion.

I don't understand why he is still hesitating when he has such good conditions.

Liu Zhaoqing was silent for a moment, then said, "Besides that, I want to go a hundred miles beyond Yanshan Mountain and return to Han territory."

"What?!" Qiu Liju didn't say anything. His servant beside him glared at Liu Zhaoqing and started cursing him in broken Chinese.

"Despicable Han people, do you think we are begging you?!"

"Isn't it?" Liu Zhaoqing looked at him calmly.

At the same time, Zhao Yun, Zhang Liao and the eight hundred cavalrymen were all ready, and the atmosphere around them instantly became tense.

But at this time, Qiu Liju, who had been thinking just now, raised his hand again and calmed the emotions of the soldiers on his side.

After both parties calmed down, Qiu Liju continued calmly:

"I remember that the last person who dared to lead less than a thousand cavalrymen deep into the northern desert was also a Han marquis, and he was as young as you."

"You are too young, so young that I am afraid of you." Qiu Liju took a deep look at Liu Zhaoqing, and then said: "If my clan was not in danger, I would never cooperate with you. Instead, I would do my best to kill you."

Zhang Liao and Zhao Yun immediately began to build up their momentum, but Qiu Liju shook his head at this time.

"Forget it. My people, like the Han people, believe in something like destiny. Perhaps this is also 'destiny'. If this fails and my people are destroyed, then even if you grow up, what threat will you pose to us?"

"I agree to your terms."

"Father!"

"My son Tadun, there is no need to say anything more." Qiu Liju stopped the people around him from advising him.

After seeing Qiu Liju's agreement, Liu Zhaoqing also signaled his soldiers to relax.

In this way, the two forces, which should have been mortal enemies, formed a strange alliance at this moment.

Qiu Liju invited Liu Zhaoqing and others to go to the Wuhuan camp for a chat first, but Liu Zhaoqing declined.

Although it was an alliance, Liu Zhaoqing would not be completely unguarded. Taking all his troops to rest in the enemy's hinterland was almost like walking a sheep into a tiger's mouth. It all depended on the tiger's will or not to bite it.

Later, Tadun, on behalf of Qiuliju, brought the best dried meat and milk to Liu Zhaoqing and others who were stationed next to the main camp of Wuhuan.

Liu Zhaoqing asked Zhang Liao to take a closer look at Tadun and asked him what he thought of Tadun's strength.

Zhang Liao was a little surprised, but he still evaluated it seriously. He felt that although Tadun had shown bravery just now, he was not as brave as Zilong beside him, not to mention his wisdom, which was even worse than his own.

Liu Zhaoqing nodded with satisfaction to this evaluation.

Then Liu Zhaoqing asked Tadun about the leader of Luoluo. Tadun hesitated for a moment and told Liu Zhaoqing that his army was about to capture the auspicious beast that was about to become a divine beast, but it went crazy again, injured more than a hundred people in the tribe, and fled to the north.

After a moment's silence, Liu Zhaoqing comforted Luo Luo. If nothing unexpected happened, its leader should have gone to find the thing that caused it to go crazy. Naturally, it was most likely the "Holy Spirit".

They did not rest for too long at night. When Liu Zhaoqing's soldiers had rested for only about two hours, he sent someone to notify Qiu Liju to continue on their journey.

The King of Wuhuan also understood the principle that speed is of the essence in war.

So the Wuhuan army marched for the first time with the 800 cavalry led by Liu Zhaoqing.

In order to reassure Liu Zhaoqing, Qiuliju agreed to let Liu Zhaoqing bring 800 cavalrymen with him and position them in front of the Wuhuan army.

In other words, Qiuliju Tadun and other main Wuhuan generals traveled with Liu Zhaoqing, followed by eight hundred Yellow Turban cavalry.

In this way, if Liu Zhaoqing wanted to harm Wuhuan leaders such as Qiuliju, there would be almost no chance for the rear to rescue them immediately.

However, Liu Zhaoqing obviously would not do that.

Although their interests were different, Qiu Liju and himself had the same goal at this time, which was to find the Xianbei royal court and the Holy Spirit.

Originally, Liu Zhaoqing's march across the grassland relied only on a vague map and the even more metaphysical Seven-Star Sword. Now with the addition of the Wuhuan people, Liu Zhaoqing only needed to follow the Wuhuan people.

According to Qiu Liju, he had the item given by the Holy Spirit in his hand. As long as he followed the instructions and induction, he would be able to find the Holy Spirit, and the Xianbei royal court must be under the control of the Holy Spirit.

In this way, 20,000 soldiers and horses marched through the starry night and across large stretches of green grass, from the darkness of the night until the first ray of light at dawn shone on the horses' manes.

The army had marched nearly two hundred miles again.

During this period, they met some Xianbei people. Qiu Liju asked Liu Zhaoqing what to do, and Liu Zhaoqing replied that he should know it himself.

Without thinking, Qiuliju signaled his men to massacre all the Xianbei people.

Whether they were ordinary herdsmen or real spies, they had no time to identify them at this time.

By noon, the army finally saw a familiar scenery on the endless grassland.

It was a range of mountains, a range of mountains located in the Mobei grassland.

The army slowly slowed down. The eight hundred Yellow Turban riders were all Han people. It was the first time for all of them to come to such a remote place. They were surprised to see a mountain on the other side of the grassland.

The same was true for Zhang Liao and Zhao Yun, but soon, the two of them realized something, opened their mouths slightly, and looked at the distant mountains with surprise and a little excitement.

This also made the Hu people around him a little confused. What was there to be excited about just a mountain?

Only Qiuliju and the Wuhuan generals beside him, and very few people who have read history, know why.

They stopped their horses, looked at the distant mountains, then looked at Liu Zhaoqing, with inexplicably complicated emotions in their eyes and hearts.

"What mountain is that?" Liu Zhaoqing asked at the right time.

Qiu Liju hesitated for a moment, but still answered, "Langjuxu."

Liu Zhaoqing smiled: "Good place."

Qiu Liju certainly couldn't laugh. He felt that Liu Zhaoqing must be asking the question even though he knew the answer, but there was nothing he could do.

"You are the second Han marquis to come here since ancient times." Qiuliju said.

"I know." Liu Zhaoqing nodded.

"And I'm definitely not the last one."

The Wuhuan general beside Qiuliju, except Tadun, turned green when he heard Liu Zhaoqing's words.

Only Qiu Liju was surprised after hearing this, but then he smiled.

"What a great Marquis of Changping."

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Although Langjuxu Mountain is not located in Han territory, it is a place that every Han scholar yearns for.

Especially the generals guarding the border in Youzhou and the educated soldiers, all of them had heard of the name Lang Juxu.

The title of Marquis of Guanjun and the title of Langjuxu was one of the symbols of the prosperity of the Han Dynasty and an achievement that generals in later generations dreamed of.

It not only represents supreme honor, but also represents the integrity of a nation.

Mount Langjuxu has never been a sacred mountain for the Han people, but the Han Dynasty prospered here.

There was no special feeling when setting foot on Langjuxu Mountain for the first time, at least that was the case for Liu Zhaoqing.

Although Zhang Liao, Zhao Yun and the eight hundred Yellow Turban riders beside him, who had heard that this was Langjuxu, were all like inexperienced peasants entering the capital for the first time, they would stare at even a weed for a long time.

Liu Zhaoqing felt that the reason he was calm was probably because he had experienced too many major events in the short period of less than three months.

And more importantly, this time when he came to Langjuxu, he did not accomplish the same great feat as Guanjun Hou. Instead, he came with the Wuhuan army. This is a bit... strange.

Although in a sense, it would be more difficult to come to Langjuxu with the Wuhuan people.

Later, many curious Yellow Turban riders suggested going to the top of the Wolf Mountain to see if they could see traces of the heavenly sacrifices left by Marquis Guanjun hundreds of years ago.

Zhang Liao and Zhao Yun were somewhat tempted, and Liu Zhaoqing looked at the King of Wuhuan and the generals beside them, the veins on their hands were bulging to varying degrees.

So Liu Zhaoqing finally said that it was more important to march first, which made the Wuhuan people feel better.

The allied forces of Qiuliju and Liu Zhaoqing quickly crossed the Langjuxu Mountain.

Such a marching speed would have been unthinkable a few hundred years ago, but the problem is, they have already arrived at the Wolf Mountain, why haven't they seen any trace of the Xianbei royal court?

Moreover, there is a point that is not easy to attract attention, but is very strange.

"My lord..." Zhang Liao said softly to Liu Zhaoqing at this time.

"Have you noticed..."

Liu Zhaoqing nodded, of course he had discovered it.

He raised his right hand, signaling the Yellow Turban Cavalry to stop.

The Yellow Turban Cavalry slowly stopped, and the Wuhuan army behind them had to stop as well.

This also made the Wuhuan people angry: "Why did you stop again? We have already passed the Wolf Mountain, and you still want to see the grassland scenery?"

"Don't go too far, Han Bing."

"We should focus on marching, Chanyu, please tell this Han Hou to stop wasting time."

……

Because the Wuhuan people spoke a Hu language, most of the Han people could not understand their complaints.

But Qiu Liju also felt that Liu Zhaoqing's stopping and starting like this was not a good thing, so he took the initiative to ask Liu Zhaoqing.

Liu Zhaoqing looked around and did not answer him immediately.

"Wenyuan, Zilong, the two of you go to those two hillsides and take a look."

"Here."

Amid the puzzled looks of the Wuhuan generals, Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao's fast horses went to the hillsides on both sides and then turned back to Liu Zhaoqing's side.

"Did you find anything?" Liu Zhaoqing asked.

Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao shook their heads.

Even Qiu Liju, who had a good temper, couldn't help it now and frowned slightly: "Marquis Changping, are you really not going to explain?"

"Why don't King Qiuliju extend his hand?" Liu Zhaoqing asked back.

Reach out your hand?

Although Qiu Liju was confused, he still reached out his hand.

"Do you feel it?" Liu Zhaoqing asked.

Originally, Qiu Liju thought Liu Zhaoqing was playing tricks, but suddenly he realized something was wrong.

"The wind... stopped?"

"Yeah." Liu Zhaoqing nodded.

"Not only has it stopped, it has completely ceased to exist."

"Not only did the wind disappear, but even the clouds in the sky and the birds that we used to see all the time were gone."

Qiu Liju thought for a moment and his face suddenly changed.

"Yes, Holy Spirit..."

"Holy Spirit?" Liu Zhaoqing frowned and immediately asked, "What exactly is the Holy Spirit?"

Just as Qiu Liju was about to answer, a long roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth suddenly sounded in the distance.

At the same time, a doomsday-like sandstorm suddenly appeared from afar and rushed straight to the coalition forces.