The flames burned the roof, and the black ashes drifted like snowflakes.

The air suppressed by darkness is full of blood and burning smells.

The people who were awakened while sleeping were lying in panic on both sides of the road.

The continuous war is not only used to the upper class, but ordinary people are no longer panic.

They were just afraid of their lives, and they were slaughtering the city or not, all depending on the expression of the person guarded by the army.

Liu Yun actually doesn’t like war, especially when he sees the scorched earth in front of him.

But, this is unavoidable.

Now he is an arrow tied to the string. If he wants to survive safely, he can only be strong.

If he hadn't met Ma Wenlu, Liu Yun might have stayed like this on Izumo Mountain and thought of other ways.

Liu Yun might do the things Liu Che told him in another way.

The clanging sound of horse hooves bypassed the bluestone street that ran through the entire Qinghan City, and Song Jian's palace appeared in front of him.

In this slightly rough city, the palace is like a gorgeous behemoth monster.

There are countless steps that almost lift the palace to the sky.

At this time, the one who was stationed on this stairs was the evil cavalry under Liu Yun's command.

A group of luxuriously dressed people, like animals driven into a circle, curled up into a pile and nestled on the steps.

Liu Yun got off the horse and took his personal soldiers to the steps.

He roughly counted and said that the steps were about ninety.

In the ancient cultural heritage, nine is the highest number of yang, which also means the peak of power.

Song Jian’s kingly heart can be seen on this step.

However, how can he encircle the king's dominance in this cramped small town?

This guy is really a bad guy!

Among the hundreds of men and women, Liu Yun saw Song Jian at a glance.

The traveling crown worn by the princes is not enough to be eye-catching among such a group of people, and it is also bright red.

It seems that Song Jian knows a lot about the etiquette of the Han Dynasty.

"Wang Zhi, what color does this long-distance crown wear in winter?" Liu Yun asked suddenly.

Wang Zhi smiled bitterly and said, "Lord, don't ask me about this! The last general is just a mountain forest, how can he know these."

"After asking, I remember that the long-distance traveler is in the five-hour color, and winter should be black." Liu Yun muttered.

He just wanted to confirm whether he had remembered it wrong.

On the chair brought by the general, Liu Yun sat down with a big golden sword and shouted: "Song Jian, raise your head!"

Among these Western princes, Song Jian may be the younger one.

After all, he is a king, and he is very heroic and heroic.

Only those small eyes were a little hindered, and they changed the heroic spirit of his entire face and became a little more vulgar.

"You are Liu Yun?" Song Jian looked at Liu Yun with green bean-like eyes and asked.

Liu Yun smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I am Liu Yun who you want to surrender!"

Song Jian sorted out his crown and uniform, then smoothed out his goat beard like a weed with saliva, turned his body and knelt in front of Liu Yun, and shouted: "Son Song Jian, pay homage to the lord."

Liu Yun couldn't help laughing as he watched Song Jian's operation.

"What do you mean is to surrender to me?" Liu Yun asked.

Song Jianhui replied for the first time: "Yes, lord, I changed my mind, I will surrender to the lord."

Liu Yun was not happy to hear this joke, but instead felt that he had been insulted by this dog.

After the defeat and the city was broken, he said he had changed his mind. Where did the previous arrogance go?

There is no scene where you don’t know each other without fighting.

"We will discuss this topic later. Song Jian, I have a small doubt and want to verify you. Some people say that all the Western generals are upright and have no desire to be strong in the world, and they are only at ease and happiness. What do you think?"

Liu Yun asked with a faint smile on his lips, and he really wanted to know the answer.

When Bian Zhang and Han Sui raised their troops, they were known as thirty-six troops.

These thirty-six tribes are all princes. Although they have been annexed by Han Sui, those who stayed are still quite capable.

Song Jian couldn't help but be happy. He knelt on the ground and rubbed forward two steps, saying, "This is wrong. Nothing is powerful in the world, but it is the view of those vulgar people. As for the ministers, sticking to the Han family is to protect the foundation of the Han family and not robbed by thieves. Although it is an inch of land, it is an inch of land in the Han family, and the world is born from an inch of land."

This answer is pure bullshit.

Liu Yun glanced behind Song Jian and said, "There are quite a few female relatives. Unfortunately, your answer does not meet my requirements. You have no chance to enjoy it anymore. After all, he is a prince. I will give you a complete body."

Liu Yun pulled off the sword from his personal soldiers and threw it in front of Song Jian.

The joy on Song Jian's face gradually faded away, and his face suddenly turned pale like snow on the distant mountains.

His eyes trembled, and he looked at the long sword in front of him with a cold light, and his breathing became rapid.

"Lord, I am willing to give everything, just ask... just ask, save my life!"

Song Jian looked up at Liu Yun, his trembling eyes full of careful pleas.

Liu Yun's eyes were full of kindness, and he looked at Song Jian and said, "Do you think my army will let you go of your foundation at this point? It seems useless if you don't want it, right?"

In this cold day of the three nineteenth days, Cen Cen's cold sweat appeared on Song Jian's face.

He racked his brains and thought desperately, but the final result seemed to be nothing that could make Liu Yun circumvent his life.

When Shihan City is gone, everything about him will be gone.

"I am not a good person, but I have a very good advantage. I am extremely protective of my weaknesses! You destroy my Longsang City and kill 462 soldiers. Nothing else can be paid back. I can only use your head to pay tribute to the heroic souls of my soldiers!" When the smile on Liu Yun's face was curled away, the murderous aura was as real as it was.

Song Jian smiled miserably, raised his head and shouted, "The success and the success and defeated the enemy!"

He looked like crazy, and he grabbed the long knife and used his wrist to force it, slashing his neck.

Liu Yun stood up, glanced at Song Jian's eyes that could not be held, and ordered: "Send his head to the city gate!"

"Here!"

Song Jian was beheaded and showed his hegemony as a prince who had been in power for more than 30 years ended his hegemony so early.

Under Liu Yun's tough tricks, history has changed little by little.

At least, Liangzhou is no longer the Liangzhou.

The largest separatist force in Liangzhou is not only Han Sui and Ma Teng, but also Liu Yun.

Wang Zhi sent someone to count the city's supplies.

At the same time, the spies from the first palace under the Jiugongsi began to send news one after another to Shihan City.

Gongsun Lu and Ma Teng played a big game in the entire Liangzhou, and Liu Yun's nine palace officials also secretly spies all over Liangzhou.

This is also a big game of chess, a big game of intelligence.

Build a plank road openly and secretly travel to Chencang.

What Ma Teng and Gongsun Lu planned was a game of chess that was almost exactly the same as Liu Yun's previous one.

Perhaps the only difference is that the last time Han Sui became Liu Yun's actor without knowing the truth.

And this time, Liu Yun and Ma Teng collaborated to perform for Han Sui.

As of now, Han Sui has not believed this script, and his vigilance seems to have increased a lot.

Pang De's army and horses have withdrawn from Yuzhong, and Zhiyang has been in the middle of half a day. In theory, Han Sui has already received the news.

But he still remains in control of his troops, but there are traces of troops mobilization in Dunhuang, Po Qiang and other places.

However, the secret spies of Kyumiyaji have not yet penetrated into those places, and the information Liu Yun obtained has many hearsay elements.

Han Sui did not take action, and almost half of this plan died.

As for Song Jian, Liu Yun didn't take him seriously, and Ma Teng didn't take him seriously.

Although Song Jian plays an important role in this plan, he is probably equivalent to a gift after all.

"Lord, do we still need to wait?" Wang Zhi asked Liu Yun with warm wine.

Liu Yun threw the secret report he had just received into the fire and said, "No need to wait. Whether Han Sui was deceived or not, the Heguan area must also be taken into account. Moreover, our attack on Song Jian can also be said to have aggravated the authenticity of this plan. Now Han Sui is sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight. He not only has to judge that all this is true, but also where the profit he can benefit is."

Wang Zhi patted his head and muttered, "Lord, do you think there is a way to change your head in this world?"

"What? You want to change your head and have fun." Liu Yun couldn't help but ask with a smile.

Wang Zhi glanced at the almost warm wine, filled Liu Yun with a bottle, and said helplessly: "I really want to try it out. When my lord talks about these strategies, I started to feel sleepy. Don't make sense of it, it's difficult to understand it."

"Then you may have to wait until your next life. There should be no hope in this life. The miraculous doctor Hua Tuo probably won't have this ability." Liu Yun said with a smile.

Wang Zhi laughed. Although his tone was quite depressed, his laughter was still refreshing.
To be continued...