When I was in Qin Dynasty, I lost contact with the wave

Chapter 685: A night of carnival in the royal court, a day of murder and arson!

At night, the endless stretch of cowhide tents looks like sailboats in the green ocean.

Among the many tents, there was a wide open space with a bonfire lit in the center. The bonfire illuminated half the sky red. The bonfire tents stretched to the horizon and merged with the stars and the moon in the sky.

The crackling sound of burning mixed with the singing and shouting, and blended seamlessly into the vocal music played by the musicians on horseback.

The horn, suona, flute, pipa and other instruments sounded particularly pleasant under the horseback music skills of the musicians sent by the Beidi tribe. Men, women, old and young sang and danced to the wonderful music. The singing, roaring, and neighing of cattle, sheep and horses filled the green grassland under the blue dome.

Some people got tired of dancing and walked directly to the campfire where there were hundreds of roasted whole lambs. They used their jeweled scimitars or their bare hands to tear off a few pieces of bloody lamb. The lamb close to the campfire still retained a certain degree of heat, just like the hot hearts of these Donghu nobles at this moment.

On the side were water bags piled up like a small mountain, filled with kumis and milk wine. These kumis, which were considered high-end drinks in the Central Plains, were piled up like a mountain here.

Of course, not everyone would feast by the campfire, especially in some tents that looked more refined, where even the door curtains were decorated with jewels. They were not as deserted and simple as ordinary tents. The soles of the feet were covered with woolen carpets so thick that people felt soft when they stepped on them. In front of them were two rows of six-foot silver candlesticks surrounding the big tent, swaying with thick sheep oil candles, and the food tables for placing the roasted lamb were all nine-foot white jade tables.

The Donghu people in the tent were all fat and broad, shouting loudly, with half-moon swords inlaid with gold and jade hanging from their waists, and holding large bronze bowls that looked as if they were made of gold. Their generosity was astonishing. Besides, each of them had two graceful maids beside them, who were responsible for cutting the meat and pouring the wine. There were also singing girls playing music and dancing at the banquet, and many of them were Chinese women who had been abducted to the grassland.

Whether in the tents or around the campfire, everyone was shouting, singing and dancing until the moon became dim.

It cannot be said that the Donghu royal court was too unvigilant, but after all, it was six hundred miles away from the front line.

Not to mention the Donghu vanguard army, even the main forces of the Donghu tribes assembled at the Danhan Mountain Royal Court had already headed for the Yanmen Pass front line.

There were also cavalry patrols on the road from the Yanmen Pass front line to the Danhan Mountain camp. No one thought that anyone could get through the Donghu vanguard and the main forces of the Donghu tribes to reach the Donghu Danhan Mountain royal court.

Just like when Qin and Zhao went to war at Changping, Bai Qi didn't think that there was an army that could break through the encirclement of his 450,000 troops and the search of the Luowang intelligence organization, and arrive at the city of Xianyang without revealing any movement.

Although the grassland is vast, it is extremely difficult to pass through the Donghu army quietly.

Well, that's normally the case.

But Su Jiao got lost.

Su Jiao traveled 800 miles out of the 600 miles. Although he did not hide his whereabouts along the way, he sent out several scout camps of 500 people to search for the traces of the Donghu vanguard, but it did not attract any attention.

There were also several hundred Donghu cavalrymen near Yanmen Pass, Shangjun and Longxi County. Therefore, the Donghu did not think it was surprising to find a few Qin scouts four or five hundred miles away from the royal court.

And Su Jiao, who was lost, didn't know how he accidentally avoided several Donghu armies through a series of mistakes, and just happened to march to a location a hundred miles away from the Donghu's Danhan Mountain King's Court, and marched towards the Danhan Mountain King's Court along the lush grass and water. It seemed that everything was just as Xiahou Ying said, and this great achievement seemed to be a gift from God to this Yu army.

"Drink, dance, and when you are tired of playing, it will be my turn to take the stage."

Su Jiao sat on the grass, looking at the bonfire in the distance that lit up half the sky, chewing a few slices of dried beef, and humming "Qin Feng Wu Yi" in a low voice. All 20,000 Yu Lin cavalrymen sat in place, with their horses clamped and their mouths clamped, their horseshoes wrapped with cloth, and their saddles and bridles fixed tightly and neatly without any sound. The officers and soldiers took turns to take a nap, and those who were not asleep ate dried beef, quietly waiting for the carnival to cool down, without any shouting or neighing.

I don't know how long it had been, but even the moon in the sky was obscured by thick clouds. The cool breeze blew away the few remaining bits of summer heat and blew out the bonfire in the Donghu royal court.

The candles in the cowhide tents were extinguished, and the entire Danhanshan Royal Court was silent as if no carnival feast had ever been held. Only the cattle and sheep bones on the ground and the extinguished bonfire could prove that there had indeed been a feast here.

Su Jiao was not in a hurry at all. He was extremely nervous and hesitant before making a decision, but at this moment he was completely relaxed and continued to close his eyes to rest and conserve his energy for the upcoming battle.

On the contrary, Xiahou Ying, who is usually calm, steady, independent-minded and resourceful, was like an ant on hot pot. He had no intention of resting at all. He looked at Su Jiao and the tents in the distance again and again, but ultimately did not speak.

Another hour passed, and even the birds were silent. Only a few low neighings of horses and the mooing of cattle and sheep could be heard from the pasture in the distance.

And it was at this moment that Su Jiao opened his long-closed eyes, with a burning gaze, and stood up to look at the royal court of Danhan Mountain.

"Mount!"

As Su Jiao gave the order, the people behind him untied the cloth on the horses' mouths and hooves, then mounted their horses and looked at Su Jiao's figure.

"If we win this battle, all the soldiers in the Yu army will be soldiers!"

Su Jiao did not say too many words to boost morale. He just told everyone calmly that as long as they won the battle, even if they were originally untitled soldiers and even if they were not beheaded, they would still be able to have the lowest rank of duke after the war.

Su Jiao's roar also alarmed the guards of the Danhanshan Royal Court, but there was no need to remain silent at this moment.

It's a dark and windy night, and it's a day of murder and arson!

A high-pitched roar accompanied by the thunderous sound of horse hooves, the iron hooves of the Qin army stepped into the royal court of Danhan Mountain in Donghu!

(End of this chapter)