Han Zhongbang led the soldiers to look at the Baturu tribe, thinking about Li Muqi's words in his heart, a little puzzled, and a little puzzled. It is really difficult to agree with the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info, but thinking of the confident smile on the corner of Li Muqi's mouth, as well as his words, his uneasy heart relaxed a little: They know that I am treacherous, and if you do this, they must think that the main force of our army has arrived in Baturu, and they will not doubt it anymore.

Han Zhongbang thought about it: If you use your own troops, you will inevitably make a big show and put Li Muqi's handsome flag in the army, instead of staying in Li Muqi's army at this time;

It wasn't until Han Zhongbang came to the mountain range designated by Li Muqi in the east of the Baturu tribe that Han Zhongbang knew the real intention of Li Muqi's heart: there Wang Po's brigade had already set up a camp for him, surrounded by mountains and rivers, it was really a place to use troops, and under that mountain, there was also a camp, but it was an empty fortress, with a false camp tent, and lights, and after noon and sunset, there was still cooking smoke rising. And the headquarters of Wang Po's brigade was on the hill opposite Han Zhongbang's camp - a mountain covered by a dense forest. Standing in Han Zhongbang's place, he could only faintly see a camp, and he didn't know how much there was, let alone the reality of the fortress, and he didn't know the number of soldiers. And when Han Zhongbang stepped into that camp, he was secretly frightened in his heart, and admired Wang Po's ability to deploy troops and stand up even more.

After the ceremony, Wang Polu introduced Han Zhongbang into the big tent.

Han Zhongbang sat down, Wang Po Brigade sent the soldiers in the tent, took out a letter from his arms, and handed it to Han Zhongbang. When he had read the letter carefully, a smile appeared on his face and he laughed, "Wonderful." Wonderful. Sure enough, it was a brilliant plan. In this way, the main force of the enemy will be pinned down and controlled by me. ”

Han Zhongbang's movements have already been reported to the enemy's commander-in-chief Zahr, and Zahr's military division is also Mandu.

That year, Zahr returned from defeat and was insulted and ostracized by the soldiers, but a prince of Kocha came to his aid and took him into the ministry. In the struggle for the position of chieftain, Kocha was not appreciated by the old Khan, who passed the throne to his youngest son.

But he didn't get a sweat position, and he was drunk with wine every day, muddy, and ignored anyone. When Zahr saw him look like this, he was worried, so he went to Mandu, who was very favored at that time. Seeing this, Mandula persuaded Zahr to leave. Hearing this, Zahr was furious and threw Mandula out. Seeing Zahr react like this, Mandula was not angry, but laughed.

Seeing the smile on Mandula's face, Zahr instantly understood Mandula's meaning - he was testing Zahel. Zahr apologized to Mandula and reintroduced Mandula into his account.

Zahr retreated, looked at Mandula, and said, "Would you like to help Prince Kecha?"

"If I didn't have that intention, how could I have come here?" said Mandula, "and when I heard your invitation, I guessed that you were definitely here for the sake of the prince." Please redeem me for being rude?"

Zahr waved his hand and said, "It's okay, as long as you are willing to help, I am willing to suffer no matter how much I am wronged..."

"Really?"

"No repentance. Zahr's face changed, and he became very solemn, and said, "I swear to the god of the steppe in the name of Zahr, and if I violate this word, I am willing to accept it..."

Mandula laughed, "I already know your heart. "The body is slightly close to Zahr Dao, "Prince Su, is not suitable for governing the grassland, if the grassland is given to his hands, only my clan will only be annexed by those tribes until our clan is destroyed." His face suddenly rose with a sense of sadness, and he said lightly, "The old khan must have been bewitched by the mother of Yesu, and heard his uncle's advice, so he passed on the position of khan to him." And there is only one person who can bring the grassland to a better future - Prince Kecha. Only Prince Kecha became the Great Khan and could bring my steppe to the light. ”

"But now..." Zahr sighed deeply, "Now that the position of Khan has fallen into the hands of Ye Su, how can we..."

"There is a saying in the Central Plains: "The big husband has a so-called and does something." "Do you know that?"

Zahr was stunned, looked at Mandu for a long time, with a struggling look on his face, and only after a long time did he retreat the color of struggle on his face, looked at Mandu and said, "Everything is up to you." Even if...

Zahr didn't say the rest of the words, but even if he didn't, Mandula knew it. Got it.

Mandu La also sighed, and said slowly, "It's just that this matter does not lie with you and me, but with the more important person, if that person does not agree, even if you and I fight for our lives, it will be useless." ”

At this moment, a man staggered into Zahr's tent. Seeing this person, the faces of the two changed greatly, and their hearts were shocked, Zahr's hand was already on the hilt of his sword, and he looked at the figure and said angrily, "If you don't listen to the summons, you dare to make my big tent." As soon as the words were finished, Daoguang had already flown out and took the man's white neck. If it weren't for the man's timely words, he exhaled from his mouth. I was afraid that the knife in Zahr's hand had already fallen on his neck, and at this time, there was already a bloody light, flashing in front of Mandula.

"For the sake of the future of the steppe, all sins will be borne by this king. Seeing Zahr and Mandu, who were kneeling in a hurry, Kecha was full of alcohol, but he couldn't find a trace of drunkenness in his eyes, and quickly helped the two up. Listen to Zahr in his ear and speak out about guilt. Looking at Zahr and laughing, "What are you guilty of? The one who is guilty is the king, and the king is the only one who is a sinner..."

A month after that night, two months after the death of the old khan, a saying was suddenly recited among every tribe of the steppe, especially among the tribes of the princes who had fought for the throne of the khan. Hearing this rumor, a flame instantly ignited on the grassland, although this flame did not form a huge flame at this time, it was only a dancing flame, a faint fire swaying in the wind. However, everyone seems to know in their hearts that it will always set the whole steppe on fire.

There was only one tribe that did not move, and there was no movement at all. It was as if no one had heard that rumor, and it seemed that all people did not know about it. But they heard it, and everybody knew about it, and it was the same rumor that was talked about almost every day in the moonlight. And the reason why they are like this is only because of a verifiable word. They have always believed that the checkable will never deceive them or harm them. Kecha is the God in their hearts, the person they love the most.

That fire was finally kindled in the steppe, and the man who lit it was none other than the man Zahr and Mandula, the Prince of Silent Reading. He was a man of great irritability, a man who had no patience. The thoughts in his heart are almost all on his face, and as long as you take a serious look at his cheek, you can know what is in his heart. It is extremely difficult for such a person to take other people's words to heart. If he agrees, knows, and will not forget, it is only because he does not want to listen to nagging and perfunctory words. And such a person will definitely be used by others and used as a tool by others. And the people who see him as a tool are not traceable, nor Mandula or Zahr, they will never see him as their tool, he has no qualifications in their eyes. And the same people who saw him as a tool were the same people they used him as a tool.

Man, all his life, always thinks that he plays with a certain person between applause, but he does not know that he himself is also someone else's toy, a tool used by others. Perhaps, that's what he's worth...

Reading silently, he could no longer bear the wait, he no longer wanted to suffer in waiting, and finally came with his own troops and horses, and all he could get was a defeat. Defeat is death, and at the moment when he faced death, his eyes were also looking at the shadows of those brothers who had conspired with him and promised to be his successor, and he still thought in his heart that they would never deceive himself and would never support him. He trusts them so much, and they treat themselves the same way.

Sincerity does not always meet sincerity. I often encounter the sincerity of hypocrisy, the sincerity of being clothed in thick disguise, and the sincerity of being full of lies. That's what the world is like - so sad, so scary, so scary. However, if you don't show your sincerity, you won't meet a sincere person in your life. In the face of fear, I have to tremble to protect myself, and carefully guard my true heart.

They will come, and they will never fail to come. It's just that at that time, silent reading was dead, and he could no longer see such days, no longer see such scenes. No, for him, it can only be a kind of luck, not pain. If he saw this scene, even if he didn't die, he would vomit blood with anger.

Killing Intent. Each piece of grass was dyed bright red, as if each grass had been dyed with blood, bright red, and a faint smell of blood. The grass will be so bright red, maybe because of the sunset hanging in the sky, the sunset red with blood. The crow pecked at the corpses on the ground in the setting sun, and the eagle on the grassland also whispered compassion in the setting sun, as if the smell of blood made him feel sad and even uneasy...

At this time, everyone on the grassland is longing for peace, hoping to see the former peace, the former tranquility. Their hearts were now filled with fear, and there were always cries, sighs, and fearful voices in their ears. At this time, it seems that there is only one place in their hearts that is paradise, and at some point a hope rises in their hearts, a force that ignites their survival.

The reason why there was such a fierce war was only because on the third day after the death of the silent reading, the new khan died in his bed, and his head appeared before the deserted grave of the silent reading. Who would not be tempted by the vacancy of the Khan's throne, and who would not touch that blood-pumping spot? They are wolves, hungry wolves, who have forgotten to think, to doubt, to forget their own reason, and only to fight for what is in front of them, and to forget the hunter who has been laying this trap behind his back.

The more flashy, the more exciting things are, the more dangerous they are. If you want to take him in your arms, you must not only defeat your enemies, but also know one thing, know a way - remove all dangers from it. However, there are very few such people in the world, and everyone forgets - forgets to think, always takes it directly in their arms and watches it flow out of their arms, and even takes their lives with it...

Peace may not be too late for a person who has struggled for a long time in war, but it is too late for a person who has lived in happiness. There are even some doubts and dare not imagine. I don't dare to imagine the past, I don't dare to imagine the future, I don't even dare to close my eyes, I always worry that the illusion of this moment is just an empty dream...

Peace is the most precious gift in the world for a person who wants to live a comfortable life, but for a person whose heart is full of desires and a future that he is not sure of, it is only a stumbling block that prevents him from moving forward. All desires, all the future, must break the peace of this time. Only by breaking the peace at this time can we see the future we want, and if we want to realize the desire in our hearts, we can only get it by constantly killing and conquering. If not, how can the void of desire be filled?

Looking at the tired color in front of him, Mandula slowly withdrew his thoughts and focused his eyes on him...