Chapter 430 Knife


    I don''t know when, the sky started to darken. The good weather in the morning was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and heavy rain fell down like it was free of charge, making all the tent cloths crackle and bang like rain. It will be as if it will be smashed directly by the rain in a moment.


    In such bad weather, the original pace of attacking Pingyang had to be slowed down.


    ?But these have nothing to do with Fu Luo. He didn''t care about Pingyang''s affairs at all, so he always stayed in his camp tent.


    But now, Yu Fuluo''s mood is very complicated...


    Yu Fuluo looked at the knife in front of him and hesitated.


    This is an old battle knife. The scabbard is made of old cowhide. It has been used for a long time and looks dark and shiny. There are also some wolf teeth wrapped around the scabbard as decoration. The blade and the faint thorns hidden on the blade The indelible red color undoubtedly proves that this is not just a sword for viewing, but it has also drank a lot of blood.


    This knife was just given by a barbarian.


    ?That barbarian’s name is Ata.


    Ada, Ada.


    Yu Fuluo muttered it twice and suddenly shook his head.


    ?Maybe it’s a coincidence, but...


    Ata means bone in Hu language.


    But in the Hu language system, what the Hu people eat most is beef and mutton. After eating the meat, the bones are the things that cannot be eaten. They are leftovers, useless, and lowly...


    ??If this Ata was specially selected to be the messenger because of this name, humph, Yufuluo blew out a puff of air from his nose.


    As soon as the curtain of the tent was lifted, Huchuquan walked in. While slapping the rainwater that fell on him in vain, he said: "It''s raining so heavily... Shanyu, are you looking for me?"


    Yu Fuluo asked Hu Chuquan to sit closer, then put the knife back into its long sheath, put it on the table, pushed it forward, and said, "Just now, someone sent it, take a look..."


    The rain outside the tent was pattering non-stop, making me feel annoyed.


    Hu Chuquan took the knife and let out a sigh. The decoration of the knife was not according to the common appearance of Han people, but full of the atmosphere of the barbarians.


    Hu Chuquan touched the wolf teeth as decoration on the scabbard and found that these wolf teeth were actually the upper fangs of wolves...


    Although a wolf has four large fangs, as a male wolf, the upper fangs are not only a weapon with great killing power, but also a tool for displaying masculinity. Therefore, the upper fangs of male wolves are generally relatively thick, and These decorative fangs are obviously not those of ordinary young male wolves...


    If this knife were in the hands of ordinary Han people, there probably wouldn''t be anything special about it, but both Yu Fuluo and Hu Chuquan have lived on the grasslands since childhood, and their familiarity with wolves is not much less than that of horses. , so it’s easy to tell the difference.


    Young male wolves generally have lighter tusks, and the surface is smoother, and can even be said to be more beautiful. Old male wolves, on the other hand, have participated in far more battles than young male wolves, so their tusks are thicker. , more scars, uglier. When you hold it in your hand, you can seem to smell the bloodthirsty smell from the dentin on the fangs, especially the blood groove that extends from the tip of the tooth to the top of the tooth. It’s thick…


    "This..." Hu Chuquan weighed the weight of a single wolf tusk and said, "...I''m afraid it''s not the fang of an ordinary male wolf... it may be the fang of a alpha wolf..."


    Huchuquan counted the number of fangs wrapped around the scabbard again. There were eighteen in total, nine pairs...


    ?If you guessed it correctly, he killed nine wolves and then used their fangs as his own decorative knife!


    Although I and the barbarians in the north both worship wolves and have the custom of using wolf teeth as decoration, there are not many people who would be so crazy as to choose only the two upper fangs of the wolf as decoration. The key is to use a knife. The teeth of nine wolves...


    Hu Chuquan suddenly thought of a person and couldn''t help but take a breath.


    "Hold the plow!" Hu Chuquan couldn''t sit still, as if he had been stabbed under his buttocks, and asked urgently, "...Chanyu...this knife...couldn''t it be...that...that madman''s... Right? That madman is here?"


    In the North, there is a legend that there was a madman who once chased a pack of wolves alone, killing nine leaders of the pack in one month and cutting off the fangs of the nine leaders. , and later on, the wolves that were originally the most vindictive and determined to take revenge actually fled...


    ?That madman’s name is Lu Bu.


    Yu Fuluo was silent for a while and said: "The sword belongs to him, but the man should not have come here..."


    Hu Chuquan breathed a sigh of relief. "Then who sent this knife?" "It was the Han from the market named Fei Qian who sent it." Yu Fuluo said.


    “Just brought a knife?”


    "One more thing - if you want to understand what it means, go to find him ten miles north." Yu Fuluo looked at Huchuquan and said, "My King Youxian, you said this knife... represents... What''s the meaning?"


    Hu Chuquan asked without even thinking about it: "Well, Shan Yu, what do you mean by saying this about him?"


    Yu Fuluo raised his eyebrows and glared at Hu Chuquan.


    Hu Chuquan shrank his neck, lowered his head, touched the knife, and did not dare to speak.


    “You are now the Righteous King. One day you will lead the army alone. Will you still come to me every day and ask me what I mean?”


    Huchuquan subconsciously made an excuse and said: "Those are Han people. We, the sons of China, don''t have so many curved intestines..."


    Yu Fuluo slapped the table with a bang and said angrily: "We have to deal with the Han people now. We don''t know how to die if we don''t use our brains and are eaten by others! What''s more, the son of China... Humph! White Horse Where''s Tong? Where''s Xia Luo? "


    Hu Chuquan braced himself against Yu Fuluo''s spit, thought for a moment silently, and suddenly said happily: "I know, this knife means that the Han people in this market are in the same group as that lunatic." !”


    “Hmm.” Yu Fuluo held his forehead, rolled his eyes, and said, “…what else?”


    The most superficial meaning of this is that everyone can imagine it...


    well! Why did I fall in love with such a stupid brother...


    Hu Chuquan’s eyes widened: “Ah? There’s more?!”


    Yu Fuluo couldn''t bear it any longer, so he suggested something: "There should be three more, no, four more meanings... Think more about our current situation... Also, the Han people from the market sent over to deliver knives. They are also the people of Chena, and their names are...Ata..."


    "Ada? What connection does this bad name have with a knife? What else can this... mean? There are three or four more..." Hu Chuquan almost cried. My brother Shanyu, you might as well take it Just cut me with this knife...


    One day, Cao Cao celebrated his birthday...


    Dear military commanders and counselors, I present my precious treasures...


    Everyone took it out one after another...


    Fat man Xu Chu took out a tiger skin...


    Cao Hong donated his precious jade horse...


    The one-eyed Xiahou took out a sword...


    Zhongde presented a white deer...


    …


    …


    If Wen Ruo comes late, his hands are empty...


    Cao Cao was slightly unhappy: "Why didn''t you bring anything?"


    Wen Ruo shyly pointed to Cao Cao and said, "My treasure is here..."


    (End of this chapter)