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As the days passed, Lin Xiaomu's injuries gradually healed, and he lived comfortably in this northern barbarian tribe, but Mo Tear was depressed all day long, and many things were pressed on his heart.

Lin Xiaomu (shēn) looks sick on the surface, but in fact it will deteriorate little by little over time, and when exactly will the double star chong (ri) mentioned by the master arrive? Mo Tear was not clear, so he was in a hurry.

In these ten days (ri), the Shuntian Dynasty did not seem to make any moves, and gave up the pursuit of ink tears, or gave up the manly ambition of many years - to engulf the Northern Wilderness.

Or maybe the last shimmers of silence before the storm.

Obviously, the actual (qg) situation is far from as simple as it seems.

Lin Huarun led the Iron Army to pacify southern Xinjiang, and the Yundian Empire was defeated like a mountain, and was forced to sign an alliance under the city.

After Lin Huarun returned to the imperial city, he was treated by His Majesty with a grand (qg).

It was late at night, and His Majesty secretly recruited Lin Huarun into the palace.

In the Yukun Palace, His Majesty was polite to Lin Huarun, first sitting down and then serving tea, and the courtesy of the monarch and the minister was almost faint to the extreme.

Lin Huarun is well aware of the danger of Lord Gaogai, with 800,000 iron troops in his hands, and now he has made great contributions, and his official position has reached the top, there is no need to think about it, his situation is the most dangerous.

There is jealousy of His Majesty, and there are jealousy of his ministers, if there is a negligent mistake, this hard-won status will eventually return to dust.

Lin Huarun naturally didn't dare to relax, and called him to come in the middle of the night, either to discuss important matters, or to unload the mill and kill the donkey.

The cup of tea on the table, Lin Huarun didn't dare to drink it easily.

Lin Huarun lowered his head slightly, and said calmly: "Your Majesty came late at night and didn't know what to order." ”

As he spoke, Lin Huarun's eyes raised slightly, quietly observing His Majesty's every move.

His Majesty smiled, his smile melted like ice and snow, (y) haze climbed on his forehead, and he snorted coldly: "What do you mean by the three sects of the world? ”

Lin Huarun did not answer. But I know Your Majesty's thoughts, the son of the world fled to the Northern Wilderness, if he can still use the power of the three major sects to send heavy troops to press in, destroy the tribe of the Northern Wilderness in one fell swoop, and swallow that piece of land, it is just an easy matter, why not?

Your Majesty continued: "Now that the southern frontier has been pacified, for the sake of the common people in the world, I order you to send troops to the Northern Wilderness to kill the son of the world. ”

"Yes. Lin Huarun remained silent, kneeling down to receive the order, "I don't know if Your Majesty wants to destroy the head of the son of the world, or if you want Weichen to capture the barbarian tribe in one fell swoop." ”

"I want to drive the expedition and pacify the Northern Wilderness in one fell swoop. ”

His Majesty stood up suddenly, and the candlelight behind (shēn) danced slightly, reflecting his tall (shēn) body, and the whole reflection flickered slightly in the not-so-bright palace (diàn), and the sound was sonorous and powerful, filling the entire palace (diàn).

Lin Huarun was not surprised, he was still as plain as ever, quietly turning (shēn) away, disappearing into the cold wind and night rain.

The cold wind blew on the doors and windows of the palace (diàn), making a clicking sound from time to time, and sometimes a few traces of cold wind drifted in, blowing the lights and beating slightly.

The man on the huge dragon chair, under the bright and dim light, his eyes were extremely sharp, and his cheeks were half hidden in the darkness, and half were lit by the dim light, which looked a little terrifying.

Condescendingly, looking at Lin Huarun's disappearing back, his nails clasped tightly on the lifelike pure gold dragon head armrest, and said lightly: "The master is high, and he has a heavy army, so he has to be removed." ”

As he spoke, an old man (shēn) dressed in a wide blue cloud robe, with a slightly arched back and distinct cheek bones, seemed to wrap a skull in a thin layer of dry bark.

The old man's cheeks were sunken and shēn, and he looked like he was dying, but every step he took was like death (bi), making it difficult for people to breathe.

Even His Majesty, who was high above, was startled when he saw this scene, and unconsciously held his mind.

The old man stopped steadily, bowed quietly, suddenly raised his head, opened his eyelids, and looked at His Majesty quietly with a pair of deep and divine eyes.

His Majesty was panicked by the look, and hurriedly walked down with a smile on his face, and at the same time hurriedly ordered someone to sit down.

He didn't dare to let this old man stand, this old man was Yang Hao in the stargazing attic, although he served in the court, he rarely entered the court, every time he opened his mouth to speak, it was proved to be the right move, so a god who could see through the heavens, he dared to slacken.

Yang Hao didn't sit down, and said bluntly: "The old man came this time to persuade His Majesty not to send troops to the Northern Wilderness. ”

His Majesty was shocked, it was indeed a man of God, how could he know the decision he had just made?

"Why?" His Majesty asked in a low voice, bowing down (shēn).

"A few months ago, the old man persuaded His Majesty to send someone to strangle the son of the extinction, but unfortunately His Majesty did not listen and let the son of the extinction flee to the Northern Wilderness, which is a pity.

Your Majesty's heart old man understands that once the son of the world wins the Northern Wilderness, the world's qi will change greatly, and His Majesty will send troops this time, I am afraid that it will not achieve the effect you want, and it may even be possible. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Hao's flat voice suddenly paused, shook his head and sighed: "After all, the heavenly machine must not be leaked too much, it is not beneficial to me and you, the old man's intention has been made clear, whether to listen or not, it is all up to you." ”

His Majesty was deeply stunned.

Yang Haozhuan (shēn) left.

That night, His Majesty stayed awake all night, and his originally excited heart (qg) was poured out by Yang Hao's bland words.

The cold wind outside was still howling, and there was a cold cold from behind His Majesty, who was sitting high on the dragon chair, which made him shiver a few times from time to time.

Gradually, his eyes were like torches, and he quietly raised his eyes, like a hungry wolf that had just woken up, looking at the cold storm outside, and made up his mind.

The next day, thousands of troops left the imperial city, becoming the most beautiful scenery in the past hundred years.

What is particularly dazzling is the iron horse of the Flowing Fire Flag, which is known as having never been defeated, like a surging fire, galloping towards the deserted.

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The Northern Barbarian tribe did not feel any surprise when they received the (qg) report, it was all expected, but it came faster than expected.

In the leader's tent, the leaders of various departments discussed a lot, some fought the main battle, and some sued for peace.

"We have believed in the Great Emperor for generations, and now that the Great Emperor has descended to the earth, we should swear to protect it to the death. ”

I heard that the Shuntian Dynasty's Flowing Fire Banner Iron Cavalry has been dispatched, and the entire 200,000 Iron Army has already garrisoned Panyu City, and within two days, a large number of troops will be overwhelming...... Can we be their opponents?

Besides, is that little (i) child the emperor we believe in? ”

“......”

During the war, the leaders of the various tribes discussed one after another, more like they were arguing loudly, all of them were rough and tall, if they were to talk about it, they would be at least a head taller than Mo Tear and one wider (shēn).

But such a group of people, with the seemingly thin Bai Li Fang coughing lightly, the entire big tent was instantly quiet, and the leaders didn't even dare to breathe (shēn), and silently bowed their heads, like beasts surrendering.

In the middle of the battle, on the tall animal skin seat, sat a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, who was still asleep in a drowsy (yu) in the midst of the huge quarrel, looking extremely calm and calm.

He is the great king of the barbarian tribe, Tuobahan, the true ruler. And at this moment of crisis, he held his head, closed his eyes slightly, and was extremely calm, but he gave people an unconfident momentum, which made it impossible to ignore.

Tuoba Han, who was wrapped in animal skins, slowly raised his eyes, slowly sat up straight, moved his shoulders, and said calmly: "Have you quarreled enough? If you don't have enough noise, you will continue to argue, and I will talk when you have had enough, or you will continue to argue here and wait for someone to come to the door." ”

The leaders of the various departments, who were full of momentum, were actually a few points lower by this thin young man, who simply said a few words, and turned into obedient little sheep in an instant.

"No more noise. Tuoba Han said, "People are coming to the door, and you are still arguing here! When have we ever been afraid of foreign enemies? ”

The leaders were stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly replied loudly, "him, him, him." ”

The tent was full of people for a while, and the sound was agitated (dàng).

"Good. Tuoba Han stood up and waved his arms high, "Mobilize the men and prepare for the battle." ”

Everyone retreated in unison, busy with their own work, and for a while, the crowd was restless, and the sound of horses' hooves and swords continued.

Standing on the high hillside, Mo Tear saw the restlessness of the northern barbarians, and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Yifan Daoist replied calmly, "The soldiers of the Shuntian Dynasty are pressing the realm, what else do you say they can do?"

"They're on the run. Ink tears exclaimed.

"Run away from you, big-headed ghost. Yifan Daoist scolded: "Don't you see that they are going to fight? This term of the Great Monarch really has male blood (xg), no wonder the high priest wants to support him?"

Mo Tear ignored this stubble and asked to himself, "Can they be opponents?"

"It's none of your business, you just need to get ready to go, and the twin stars are not far away. Yifan Taoist said.

"Master, will you help them?" asked Ink Tears.

"Didn't you say that being a teacher is a liar? I have never seen such a big scene as a teacher, let alone go to help. Yifan Taoist said.

"Master is lying again, although I don't know much about your skills, but you must be better than Senior Brother, if Master is willing to help, I think their chances of winning will be a little greater. Mo Tear said.

"This matter has nothing to do with being a teacher, why should a teacher interfere?" said a fan Taoist.

"But this matter started because of me, I definitely can't ignore it, Master actually thinks that my roots are wonderful, and he must not bear to let my strange bones be broken in the wasteland. ”

"Okay, as a teacher, I'll accompany you on a trip, and I'll also go and make up a number of (rè) troubles. ”

"Really!" said Ink Tears excitedly.

"Naturally, it's true. Yifan Daoist said, "I can't accept such a troublesome apprentice as you." ”

Mo Tear grinned and bowed to a mortal Taoist in a dignified manner.

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The two walked slowly down the hill and quietly followed behind the army.

The mighty Northern Barbarian army actually advanced in an orderly manner, raising large areas of dust.

The armies of both sides were stationed in a long canyon, with towering peaks on both sides of the canyon reaching into the clouds, and in the middle was an extremely spacious avenue, with dust and gravel rolling on the ground, and a very desolate scenery of the northern wilderness.

Although the avenue is spacious, it still cannot accommodate 200,000 troops to attack at the same time, which is the most advantageous for the barbarian tribe to choose this place for a decisive battle.

This area is known as the gate fortress of the Northern Wilderness, don't look at the barbarian tribes all like stupid big ones, in fact, the leaders of each department are (y) heavy-minded, and they are particularly skilled in marching and fighting.

If you want to have a decisive battle in a situation where the enemy is outnumbered (qg), the door plug of the Northern Wilderness is the first choice, which can well suppress the unprecedented power of the Shuntian Dynasty's 10,000 strange soldiers swooping, even if it is defeated, the familiarity of the Northern Wilderness, retreating to the enemy is not the first move.

The armies of the two sides were separated by dozens of meters, neatly ready to fire, and the moment the swords were unsheathed, like the thunder that sounded in the sky, stabbing people's eardrums trembling, and the sharp swords and cold knives exuded a snatching breath of death in the soft sunlight.

The surroundings were extremely bleak and desolate, the wind howled in the mountains, kicking up rolling dust, and the two sides stared fiercely at the enemy on the opposite side through the blurred dust, one by one very nervous, but always sweating under the cold wind