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Fei Qian sat on a hill about ten miles away from Pingyang with his big sleeves fluttering, with a mat and a table in front of him, and some drinks were placed on the table.

In the Han Dynasty, this was not very good, as long as it rained heavily, it was muddy everywhere, and even these official roads were no exception.

There are still some gravel paving on the official road, which is slightly better than other places.

The mud of the Loess Plateau is very sticky, and it often takes half a day to step on it, and it takes half a day to pull it up, so Feiqian's anxious heart is also slightly lowered, if it is not for Pingyang to be conquered before the rain, at least before the ground is restored to dryness, the White Polish Army does not need to play any big offensive.

To attack in such a situation where one foot deeper, one foot shallow, and it is difficult to even walk, is purely to send to death.

Although such a distance is a bit risky for Fei Qian, but after all, the overall disadvantage now, can Yu Fuluo still be called to meet in Yong'an?

Even if Fei Qian is willing, Yu Fuluo is definitely not willing.

This is a distance for Fidive to show sincerity.

In fact, in politics, this is the case, when the interests of two or more parties conflict to the point where there is really no way to continue the talks, war breaks out.

War is only a continuation of politics, not the whole of politics.

The interests of Fei Qian and Yu Fuluo did not conflict to the point of irreconcilability, and judging from their previous performance, Yu Fuluo would not have easily let Ma Yan escape back to Yong'an......

Some black spots appeared in the distance, and soon Fei Qian saw Yu Fuluo with about five hundred men and horses coming to a distance where he could see his face clearly.

Yu Fuluo slowly lowered the speed of the horse, looked up at Fei Qian on the hill, and saw that there were at most about a dozen people on the top of the mountain, except for Fei Qian, so he turned his head and explained a few words, and left the large army at the bottom of the mountain, and only took more than ten horses to the top of the mountain.

Fei Qian secretly exhaled, since Yu Fuluo put on such a posture, he was at least eighty or ninety percent sure.

"Feishang County has always been good?" Yu Fuluo laughed.

"It wasn't very good at first, but when Shan Yu came, it was naturally fine." Fei Qian didn't hide it, but said very directly, stretching out his hand to invite Yu Fuluo to sit down.

Yu Fuluo paused slightly, then smiled and sat down. He really didn't expect Fei Qian to be so direct, and thought that Fei Qian would be more or less like the other Han people he had met before, desperately holding on to face.

"Feishangjun, this time the shell is going to be smashed......"

Fei Qian smiled, took two glasses, put them side by side, and then poured wine on them, and motioned for Yu Fuluo to choose one by himself.

Yu Fuluo watched Fei Qian's movements, becoming more and more interested.

Because Fei Qian's actions are one to show that the two people are equal, the second is to show that there is nothing wrong with this wine, and the third is to show that there is no problem with this wine, and the third is also to indicate that he does not care much about Pingyang......

But the Han people who can express the meaning with such a simple gesture are the first time they have encountered them in Fuluo in these years.

It's like the knife Fei Qian sent before.

It seems simple, but it actually contains many meanings.

Yu Fuluo didn't make any choice, but looked up at the sky and said, "The rain has stopped, the sky is clear, and looking at this weather, it won't rain for a few days!" Feishang-gun......"

The most taboo thing in negotiation is to follow the rhythm of others, Fei Qian couldn't help but squeeze the wine jug tightly, but he didn't expect that if Yu Fuluo was put in the next generation, he might not be much worse than a business representative of any profession.

"When I was in Luoyang, I retrieved the historical records of your Huns, looking at the previous three or four hundred years...... Fei Qian said lightly, "...... I wonder if you want to hear what I think of this history of your Huns? ”

Yu Fuluo lowered his head, stared at Fei Qian tightly, his eyes were deep, and he was silent for a long, long time before he gritted his teeth and uttered two words: "Please speak." ”

"The Huns started from Yiqu Shan Yu, flourished in Mao Dun Shan Yu, and then reached the peak in the hands of the military minister Shan Yu, with as many as one million people controlling the strings, and the territory spanned the north and south of the desert, and the entire north, and even the more far-reaching extreme north region, were the ......territory of the Huns."

Fei Qian dipped some wine in his hand and drew it on the table.

Yu Fuluo's gaze followed Fei Qian's fingers, flashing with an inexplicable light......

“…… However, the military minister Shan Yu was too proud, thinking that there was no stronger person in the world than him, he deliberately wanted to blackmail the Han Tianzi and his relatives, and then humiliated and tortured the little princess sent by the Han Tianzi, and finally we Han people couldn't bear it......"

Fei Qian stretched out his hand and wiped all the huge map of the Huns' pomp and circumstance that he had just drawn on the table, "...... And then, that's it......"

Yu Fuluo nodded slightly sideways and twisted his face, although his face was expressionless, the muscles on his cheeks couldn't help but twitch, "I know all this, I don't know what effect Fei Shangjun has on the current situation by talking about these past histories?" Can you help solve the siege of Binh Duong? ”

Fei Qian didn't pay attention to Yu Fuluo's words at all, nor did he directly respond to the counterattacks and ridicules implied in Yu Fuluo's words, because only when he occupied the dominant position could he lead others to the ditch......

Fei Qian drew the general outline of the entire Mobei on the table again, and then said: "The Northeast, which was originally a tribe under the jurisdiction of your Huns, Wuheng, now basically occupies most of the Northeast grassland; Then Xianbei, who was originally cowering in the mountains, slowly began to migrate to the north of the desert, that is, the place where you were originally the northern royal court of the Huns; In the northwest, your former defeated men, Wusun and Otsuki, have returned to their dominant position, and an obscure tribe called Ding Ling has migrated here from the east......"

Fei Qian split the entire map, and then pointed to the south of the map, "...... However, in Fuluo Shan Yu, have you noticed that after so many years, why the territory of the Huns is fragmented, while the Han people have always been here? Four hundred years ago, it was called Dahan, and now, it is still called Dahan? ”

"The Huns and the Han are the two kings of this land, but after the Huns fell, his corpse was crawling with scavenging wild dogs so quickly; But the Son of Heaven of the Han people fell, but he was still a great Han for the past four hundred years...... At first, I was confused, but then I found a very interesting difference......"

Fei Qian said this, but suddenly stopped talking, as if he was thirsty, picked up a glass of wine, and took a small sip of his own ......