Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

Early August.

Jincheng Commandery, the magistrate resided outside the county, north of the Huangshui River.

That night.

Hundreds of bonfires lit up the night sky under the stars, forming a circle that surrounded a campsite.

Hundreds of cowhide tents were scattered throughout the camp.

Next to the tent, warhorses were tethered to the horse stables on the ground.

As August progressed, the nights in Liangzhou grew increasingly cold.

The hot breath exhaled from the warhorse's nostrils formed a white mist.

From the distant mountain peaks, the campsite with its burning campfire looked like a large bonfire in an open space.

Meanwhile, soldiers dressed in animal skins or cowhide and sheepskin would occasionally emerge from their tents within the camp.

After finding a secluded spot, he unzipped his pants, urinated, and then quickly pulled his pants back up and crawled back into the tent to warm up.

In the middle of the camp.

Directly below a large banner, there is a relatively large tent.

Two soldiers, dressed in sheepskin coats and carrying longbows, stood in front of the tent. They were holding long spears and carrying longbows.

Inside the tent, candlelight provided illumination.

The temperature inside the tent was comfortable, with a copper brazier containing burning charcoal.

A woman with long brown hair and light blue eyes was kneeling on the ground, wearing a snow-white sheepskin coat, and holding a comb made of cow horn in her hand.

A man was sitting in front of the woman with his back to her.

The man had broad shoulders and a straight back.

His back, full of muscle definition, also has several scars.

The woman was using a cow horn comb to comb the long hair of the man in front of her.

Although the man had his back to the woman, he saw her sorrowful gaze reflected in the bronze mirror in front of him.

He then gently raised his arm and pressed down on the woman's hand that was resting on his shoulder.

"My wife, can you tell me why you are unhappy?" Bei Gong Boyu looked at his wife's melancholy face in the bronze mirror.

The woman behind him suddenly stopped what she was doing, raised her head, and lightly bit her red lips as if she wanted to speak, but after a slight pause, she shook her head.

"No...it's nothing."

Bei Gong Boyu turned around, smiled slightly at the woman, and said, "You know, you never lie, and every time you want to lie, you unconsciously bite the corner of your lip."

Beigong Boyu reached out and gently cupped the woman's cheek, caressing it tenderly.

The woman seemed to enjoy it, slightly tilting her head to touch Beigong Boyu's hand in response.

Then she slightly opened her pale blue eyes.

"This time... is it absolutely necessary to fight?"

The woman said with a hint of melancholy in her eyes, "The millet at home is about to be harvested, and the cows and sheep are about to give birth. I see longing for home in the eyes of every soldier."

The smile on Bei Gong Boyu's face froze, and then his eyes became even more determined.

"Even if we harvest enough millet from our fields, it still can't stop those greedy officials from collecting taxes."

"We've worked so hard to plant the seeds for so long, and they can just sit back and reap the rewards!"

“Our cattle and our sheep are driven away by them in large numbers every year.”

"And our warriors still have to fight and risk their lives for them."

Why is all this happening?

Bei Gong Boyu's words made the woman feel suffocated.

As he spoke, Beigong Boyu pointed towards the distant Lingju City.

"This place was once where our ancestors lived."

"but now."

"Their children can live in the city with warm houses, while our children can only squeeze into tents, starving and without clothes."

"If things continue like this, it may not be long before the Little Yuezhi disappear from the world."

"Our children will never know where their ancestors came from."

Bei Gong Boyu looked at his wife seriously and said, "What else can we do besides fight?"

“Yimei, my wife.” Beigong Boyu gently stroked Yimei’s smooth, pretty face and said, “I have never fought for myself.”

"I am doing this for the Lesser Yuezhi, for all the Lesser Yuezhi, for our children, for the future of our tribe's children."

"The emperors of the Han Dynasty were incompetent and didn't even care about the lives of their own people, let alone us."

"The emperor sitting in the palace in Luoyang, and the Han officials living in the warm mansions in the city, cannot hear our pleas, so I can only let him see the steel swords in our hands."

Imei's eyes were still filled with worry.

But he nodded in agreement.

"But... I heard some soldiers say that a Han Chinese man named Duan Yu is very powerful."

"He fought against the Xiongnu, captured two sons of the Xiongnu Chanyu, and even shot and killed the Xianbei Chanyu."

“After the last time, his men destroyed all the strongholds of the Dianling Qiang, Zhong Qiang, and Canlang Qiang, and killed more than 10,000 people.”

"I......"

Bei Gong Boyu smiled and shook his head, saying, "Last time... it was just because we were unlucky."

"Your husband is the eagle soaring the highest in the sky, and the fastest horse running on the ground."

"Even if he's very capable, he still couldn't catch up with me, right?"

"Moreover, this time I am fully prepared."

"If we fight again, I will definitely show him how powerful we are."

"Alright, it's getting late, let's rest."

"I'm going to see the King of Shaotang early tomorrow morning," Beigong Boyu said softly.

...........

Two days later.

It is located in Mucheng Valley, which is adjacent to the Qilian Mountains and is also the westernmost part of Jincheng County.

A Qiang ethnic group of over a thousand people is stationed here.

Crossing the Qilian Mountains from this position leads to the Western Sea (Qinghai).

At this moment, Beigong Boyu, who was north of Jincheng County just two days ago, dismounted in front of a huge tent.

The dozen or so Huangzhong militiamen who accompanied them also dismounted and walked toward the camp in front of them.

But just as they were about to enter the camp, they were blocked by Qiang soldiers on both sides.

Bei Gong Boyu glanced back at the guards behind him, then nodded and walked into the tent alone.

The valley is flanked by high cliffs that shield it from the raging northwest winds.

The thick cowhide of the tent prevents the temperature inside from dissipating quickly.

In addition, charcoal was burning in the central fire pit.

The temperature difference between outside and inside the tent was like night and day.

However, such sheltered valleys can only be inhabited during the summer and autumn.

Once winter arrives and snow begins to fall, this place will be buried by heavy snow.

At this moment, a man in his forties, nearing fifty, was sitting in the tent.

The man's hair was already graying, but he was in good spirits.

Holding a small knife, he was slowly scraping the meat off the lamb bone.

In addition, there were two women dressed in strange clothes beside the old man.

Once inside the tent, Beigong Boyu made no attempt to stand on ceremony, sitting directly opposite the old man. He then picked up a lamb chop from a gray earthenware pot beside the fire pit and began to gnaw on it.

The old man looked at Beigong Boyu and said with a smile, "You really have a lot of guts."

"Haven't you heard that the newly appointed governor of Hanyang is offering three thousand oxen in exchange for your head?"

The old man raised an eyebrow and said, "That's three thousand cows. Aren't you worried that I'll trade your head for those three thousand cows?"

"Heh." Bei Gong Boyu chuckled and said nonchalantly, "If my head, Bei Gong Boyu's head, is worth three thousand oxen, then how much is the head of the Qiang chieftain worth?"

"It shouldn't be... cheaper than mine, right?"

Ok?

The old king of Shaodang Qiang frowned: "What...what do you mean by that?"

"I just think... more than killing me, Duan Yu is probably more interested in wiping out the Qiang people in Liangzhou."

This time it was the old king of Shaodang Qiang who laughed: "Sweep away the entire Qiang tribe?"

"It's all just a joke. We've lived here for hundreds of years and fought with the Han people for hundreds of years, but it's clear we're gone."

"On the contrary, the number of Han people is decreasing while the number of Qiang people is increasing."

"What right does Duan Yu have to wipe out our entire Qiang people?" the old king of Shaodang Qiang said disdainfully.

Bei Gong Boyu put down the lamb chop in his hand and said with an extremely serious look, "Just because... he only used five days to take down the strongholds of the Dianling Qiang, Zhong Qiang and Canlang Qiang tribes."

"His cavalry is the fastest I have ever seen."

"Moreover, he also had a large number of loyal Xiongnu followers under his command."

“In the past, the Han army mainly consisted of infantry, so even if you couldn’t win, you could run away. But what about now?”

The old king of Shaodang Qiang frowned slightly.

The fact that Duan Yu wiped out the Dianling Qiang, Zhong Qiang, and Shenlang Qiang tribes in just a few days has already spread far and wide.

It seems that some of the surrounding Qiang tribes are also wary of Duan Yu, or perhaps they are calling for them to unite and teach Duan Yu a lesson.

However, this voice is not yet very widespread.

yesterday.

He received news yesterday that Beigong Boyu was coming.

He knew why Beigong Boyu had come.

Duan Yu had already made his statement earlier.

He'll give you three thousand oxen if you can bring Beigong Boyu's head to him.

This number...

Very impressive.

Although it's nothing for a top-tier tribe like the Shaodang Qiang.

But for smaller breeds, these three thousand cattle are of great importance.

"You didn't come to me just to say these things, did you?" The old king of Shaodang Qiang also threw the bones he had scraped clean with a dagger into the fire in front of him.

Bei Gong Boyu shook his head: "Of course not."

“I have come to unite all the Qiang tribes and the Hu people to sweep through Liangzhou and make this place truly our own.”

“Instead of being exploited and oppressed by Han Dynasty officials.” Bei Gong Boyu looked intently at the old king of Shaodang Qiang.

"Hmm?" The old king of the Qiang tribe frowned. "Are you planning to... rebel?"

"Rebellion? Ha!"

Bei Gong Boyu said disdainfully, "Why call it a rebellion?"

"This land should have been ours to begin with; we're just taking it back!"