Even in the light of the midday sun, the winter grassland is still lonely and barren, but in the camp of Aulenayu, it is awe-inspiring.

"I am the Ninth Highness of Xiliang, I have been running for our winter food in the past, although I brought back carts and truckloads of food, but the lives of some soldiers are forever left there, every full meal we eat, all of them are made of the blood of our compatriots, I want to change ....."

The fingers holding the scimitar turned white, but after he sighed softly, he suddenly said in a loud voice: "I want to change this decaying country, so that I can no longer survive by plundering! I can live in peace without war or bloodshed, and I can live in peace without suffering from cold and hunger in the cold winter, are you the same as me?"

At this time, the clear voice of Aulena was full of indescribable majesty, and the words seemed to really lead the group of soldiers to see a better future, and when his words fell, he saw the army below raise one fist after another with bursts of cheers

"Yes, yes, yes!" The faces of the soldiers were flushed with excitement, and their eyes were full of infinite longing for the future!

"Now the king of Xiliang, my biological father, he does not agree with my choice, at this moment he has designated us as rebels, leading the army to kill, I ask you, do you choose the past or go to the future with me?"

"Follow Your Highness, follow Your Highness, follow Your Highness, and go to the future......" This almost earth-shattering response completely aroused the murderous nature of Lernayu, I saw him swing the scimitar in his hand fiercely, slashed obliquely into the sky, and roared angrily, "Soldiers, march ten miles to the south, our own future, we must rely on our own hands to take, those who do not allow it, those who are dissatisfied, kill ......."

Lerna's eyes were red, and he jumped directly from the wooden platform to the waiting horses under the stage with a knife, and rushed towards the outside of the camp first, roaring like a sea behind him, followed by fierce horses, and the reckless men with pigtails on their backs waved their long knives one after another and shouted wildly,

The rushing horseshoe, the sea of hunters, just looking, I feel a burst of joy, behind the camp, there are few figures left, looking at the sea of people who are far away, but the eyes are surging with waves of hope, who has not been crazy, who can not hope?

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And on the plain, which was less than a hundred miles away from the camp here, the rushing crowd could not help but shudder, not to mention the generals on fiery horses, but only the soldiers who walked with the army, there were countless numbers, they were armed with scimitars, and they carried crossbows on their shoulders, and every step was extremely solid, and every time they landed, they could almost feel the land trembling.

In the center of this huge procession, there are two huge felt tents carried by huge wooden carts, and from the layers of guards outside, it can be seen that the people in this felt tent must be extremely noble and important, different from the difficulty of pulling the felt tent horses, the two people in the felt tent can be described as extremely comfortable.

King Xiliang sat in a high position, except for the steaming mare's milk wine at hand, there was only the spread out of the parchment, which was full of Juanxiu fonts, and the signature was Hu Lebuyan, and the king of Xiliang hooked his lips and sneered, rubbed the red gemstone ring on his thumb, and muttered in a low voice

"It's really my son, I really thought you didn't want anything! Wisdom is wisdom, but it is still difficult to change the impatience of a young man! Have you forgotten that you are now fledgling? Do you want to rely on those tens of thousands of horses to fight against my 500,000 warriors?"

King Xiliang said, his fists suddenly clenched into fists and snorted coldly, "Or do you really revere it so much, and are so willing to die for the so-called messenger of the gods?"

And in another felt tent not far from him, it is another scene, different from the rough and majestic felt tent of the king of Xiliang, in addition to a few necessities of life, this felt tent is hung everywhere more or leather drums, ghost faces, golden bells, and the strings of colorful pendants, when the car vibrates, I only listen to the sound of the jingle bell in this tent endlessly.

There was a man sitting on the gray and black animal skin on the ground, he was dressed in colorful brocade clothes, wearing a high crown on his head, and his clothes were nondescript, but at this time, the face with his eyes closed and his mouth constantly opening and closing was extremely solemn, but he saw that the man was holding a stone bowl in his hand, which contained several white bones of unknown origin, and he couldn't stop muttering something in his mouth.

At this time, the tent was dim, reflecting his gloomy face, only to hear the speed of his mouth getting faster and faster, and the wooden bowl in his hand vibrated more and more frequently, until the man sweated between his temples, and the stone bowl "bang" slammed onto the table in front of the man.

The man did not rush to open the tightly fastened stone bowl, but unhurriedly wiped the sweat on his forehead, straightened his clothes, and then opened the stone bowl with a little unclear look, the white bones in it were scattered and messy, the man glanced at it, but a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The Northern Regions, the messenger from the Northern Regions, interesting, interesting..... Mangshan can't be attacked for a long time, there must be some reason, if I change my route to Mangshan, it's good to see and see......" He muttered in his mouth, but his fingers kept tapping on the table, as if he was thinking about something.

The army was marching, but it was not long before it slowly divided into two ways and walked away, and the huge felt tents dangled in the procession, which was extremely eye-catching.

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Besides, at this time in the Li family of Qingniu Village, Jinxiu was teaching Luo Xiao Luoyu and Gu Yisheng the art of war in the study, but on the other hand, he was unhurried to teach Wen Zhansun and Tu Shen.

Besides, at this time in the Li family of Qingniu Village, Jinxiu was teaching Luo Xiao Luoyu and Gu Yisheng the art of war in the study, but on the other hand, he was unhurried to teach Wen Zhansun and Tu Shen.

"Xiao Jin'er, I just have nothing to do, just leave the job of teaching him to read and write, you go and get busy....." He said earnestly, a pair of eyes did not leave the splendid face, she couldn't help but be helpless, just shook her head and said, "Whatever you want!"

One of them is in the bookcase, the other is in the low quarter, each doing their own thing, surrounded by a touch of sandalwood, but it can be regarded as a happy and tranquil Shanghe, but they don't know the turbulence of the dark tide under this calm........