In the White Wave Valley, above the conference hall, the same environment, but the different is the seat.

Sitting on top of the top is already the Taiping Saintess Zhang Ning.

Above the side is the pastoral landscape.

And accompanied Huang Zhong, who was as burly as a tiger in the upper position.

It turned out that the four brigade commanders of Baibo and Yellow Turbans, who were in charge here, had been reduced to the position of deputy general, and they were divided into two queues to sit in the positions below.

Location is status.

Now the Baibo Yellow Turban has been controlled by Zhang Ning and Huang Zhong, Zhang Ning is a saint, in the name of the saint, can command the Yellow Turban soldiers, Huang Zhong in this battle, completely killed the prestige, the Yellow Turban, all convinced.

Of course, what impressed the four brigade commanders even more was Mu Jing, thinking about it, Mu Jing not only rescued the soldiers and horses of Li Le and Hu Cai with his incorruptible tongue, but also persuaded the Hun army to stand on their side, which became the perfect sound of this battle.

This influence made them shudder.

"Four, the white wave crisis has passed, and today I will give you another chance, you still have a choice!"

Mu Jing shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's difficult for Mu to be strong!" ”

"Choose?"

Yang Feng and Han Xian glanced at each other and smiled slightly bitterly.

They simply don't have a choice.

ungrateful, they can't do it.

The most important thing is that they also understand the environment, and if they want to survive in this troubled world, they can't do it, so they have to rely on one side, maybe relying on the Mu family, which is not an unsightly thing.

"Mu Shizi, the lives of the two of us were saved by you, and in the future, I am willing to use my meager strength to be loyal to Mu Xiangguo, and I will not hesitate to break my bones!"

Li Lehu was the first to come out and surrender his life.

Their lives were saved by Mu Jing, in their most difficult time, when the whole army was almost wiped out, Mu Jing entered the Huns alone, and gambled with his life to get them out of Qingping Mountain safely.

Baibo Yellow Turban, most of them are from rangers, and so are the two of them, rangers originally pay attention to righteousness, and they are willing to repay each other with their lives.

"The two of you are serious, they are both in the same vein of the yellow scarf, we are united, and we have a future!"

Mu Jing rose up with a kind of momentum, swallowing mountains and rivers: "What the great sages and good teachers couldn't do back then, it doesn't mean that we can't do it, as long as we are united, one day, the gods of the yellow sky will favor us, the sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand!" ”

Seeing people talking about people, and talking about ghosts, what they said was what the Yellow Turban children listened to, and it also made their hearts boil.

"In the past, we misunderstood the heart of Mu Xiangguo to endure humiliation and burden, from now on, we should be the head of the country of Mu Xiangguo, regain my great cause of yellow turbans, and continue the ambition of a great sage and good teacher!"

Yang Feng and Han Xian also made a final decision at this time and bowed to their orders.

The four brigade commanders have all surrendered.

There are less than 30,000 soldiers and horses left in the White Wave Yellow Turban, which has been returned to its banner.

The next step is to discuss the issue of integration.

"The white wave yellow scarf returns to the imperial court, it will become an army of the imperial court, I will propose to play and establish the white wave army, the snake has no head, the white wave yellow turban falls to today's situation, it is nothing more than the death of Guo Taiqu Shuai, so today we have to select a main general to lead the white wave army!"

The first thing Mu Jing ruled out was Zhang Ning: "Your Highness is still acceptable for the Lord, but it is not enough, besides, I must not let His Highness get into danger, otherwise my father will be the first to kill me, you must not doubt my father's loyalty to His Highness!" ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, smiled slightly, and also recognized Mu Jing's words, let Zhang Ning lead the army to take risks, and they couldn't do such a thing.

"As for you, it's not my partiality, the capable are respected, if you have the ability to dominate the Baibo Yellow Turban, you won't let the Baibo Yellow Turban Dragons be leaderless, and they will be caught by someone and almost wiped out!"

Mu Jing's words made the four brigade commanders red-faced.

They had to admit that if it weren't for the civil strife, even if the vitality of the Baibo Yellow Turban was greatly damaged, they would not have encountered such a situation, after all, the Baibo Yellow Turban had stood in Hedong for several years and had a foundation.

"So I propose that General Hansheng be the chief general of the White Wave Army!"

Mu Jing said: "You have seen General Hansheng in all aspects, although he is not from the Yellow Turban, as my father's confidant, he is also a Yellow Turban Erlang, I believe he will be better to the Yellow Turban Erlang!" ”

"We have no opinion!"

Yang Feng and Han Xian thought about it for a while, and readily agreed.

The first point is that they have fought against Huang Zhong, and they can't go through five moves, so they can be regarded as being subdued.

The second point is that in this battle, Huang Zhong's performance is enough to convince them, from Baibo Valley Dao Jiangyi City, a battle line of less than a hundred miles, Huang Zhong has played new tricks, and they have won one victory after another with the slightest damage, even if Qu Shuai Guo Tai is still there, they can't do it.

"Since Yang Shuai and Han Shuai agree, we have nothing to say!"

Although Hu Cai and Li Le have not experienced this battle, they have always been weak, Yang Feng and Han Xian have agreed, and with the support of Mu Jing, naturally there is nothing to say.

"Your support, Zhong is deeply honored, and I will eat in a pot in the future, please give me a lot of advice!"

Huang Zhong stood up, arched his fists with both hands, and said modestly.

The four of them returned the salute, and the command level of the White Polish Army was established.

The next time is the time for them to perform, Mu Jing and Zhang Ning sat together, just pointing, not participating in their discussions, the headquarters of the White Polish Army established by the five of them began to discuss and discuss the reorganization of the White Polish Army.

Although this battle was fought smoothly, the Bai Bo army actually suffered a lot of self-inflicted injuries, especially in the north, at least one-fifth of the soldiers and horses under the command of Hu Cai and Li Le were killed, which was a great injury to their vitality.

The regular army has the rules of the regular army, Bai Bo built the army, that is to be reported to the imperial court, after counting the remaining troops, it is to register the name, and then build a camp, under the battalion, song, team, army, this one by one has to be discussed.

Two days later, the White Polish Army was a prototype of its establishment.

But at this time, there was one thing that became Huang Zhong's trouble.

"Shizi, we have captured 12,000 Xiliang soldiers, how to deal with it?" Huang Zhong had no choice but to ask Mu Jing for help.

The battle ended, the Xiliang army was heavily damaged, although several main generals fled, but there were less than 5,000 troops left.

Nearly 20,000 Xiliang soldiers fell in front of Baibo Valley.

Kill more than 8,000 enemies.

Twelve thousand prisoners.

This part of the captive Xiongnu army was ready to move, wanting to take them as slaves for the Huns, and sell them to the Han people like piglets.

But how could Mujing let them get their wish.

The Han people were not slaves of the Xiongnu.

That's his bottom line.

He gave an extra 3,000 stone of grain, replaced this batch of prisoners, and now it is under the care of the Baibo army, and the prisoner camp is established in the west of the Baibo Valley, divided into three battalions to take care of it, in order to take care of this part of the prisoners, not only consume a large amount of grain in the Baibo Valley, but also contain the troops of the Baibo Yellow Turban.

This is a trouble for the White Polish Army.

"How?"

Mu Jing was also a little embarrassed: "You can't kill, you can't stay, killing will affect the overall situation, and it will also hurt God, and you can't recover it if you stay, the Xiliang Army is the Xiliang Army after all, and it will definitely make trouble in the future, so let's send someone to contact the Xiliang Army and let them redeem it!" ”

"Let them redeem?"

Huang Zhong said in a low voice: "Isn't this tantamount to boosting their troops?" ”

"No way!" Mu Jingdao: "Fighting on the battlefield is nothing, if we kill prisoners, it is equivalent to tearing the face of He Xiliang, and now we still need to cooperate with Dong Zhuo Dasima to fight against the world's heroes!" “

"Are the people of Kexiliang willing to spend a lot of money to redeem it?" Huang Zhongdao.

"Leave this matter to Wei Qi!"

Mu Jing pondered for a while, and said: "He is the head snake in Hedong, he must be more familiar with how to negotiate, I will let him contact you, you can solve it!" ”

"No!"

"Uncle Zhong, Zhang Ning will stay to assist you in controlling the Baibo Army, I will return to Luoyang in advance, after I return to Luoyang, I will ask my father, let my father show you as the general of Baibo Zhonglang, and the four generals under your command are all captains!"

Mu Jing can't stay here for too long, it's cold winter now, and there will be no war for the time being, but presumably at this time, the Kanto heroes have begun to prepare to gather, just waiting for the beginning of spring, the big war will be necessary, and he must rush back as soon as possible.

He patted Huang Zhong on the shoulder: "I hope that at the beginning of spring next year, you can recover the military heart of the Baibo Army and take them to the Kwantung battlefield, our battlefield, in the Kwantung region, promised, the world will be peaceful in the future, and the war will be lost...... Hehe! ”

He smiled bitterly, he couldn't expect this result.

"Rest assured, I will never live up to the expectations of the son!" Huang Zhong confidently promised: "After the beginning of spring, my Baibo army will enter the battlefield, fight for the prince, fight for the lord, and fight for the world!" ”

After finishing speaking, he suddenly became a little worried: "It's just that Shizi, I won't be by your side to protect you in the future, lest your safety cannot be guaranteed!" ”

"Don't worry!"

Mu Jing smiled: "There are many people in the world who want to kill me, but I can still live until now, which means that my life is great!" ”

In the next three days, Mu Jing met with Wei Qi and handed over the matter of the captives to him.

Then he went to Qingping Mountain in person and met Yu Fuluo.

Yu Fuluo had withdrawn the Xiongnu cavalry from around the Baibo Valley and stationed them in Qingping Mountain, north of Qingping Mountain, hundreds of miles of plains in the Fenshui Valley, Hedong and Bingzhou Xihe, which have now become the pastures of the Xiongnu Luanti tribe.

"100,000 stone of grain, hire you Hun cavalry, one year!"

On Qingping Mountain, the two met, and Mu Jing directly offered the price.

"100,000 stones?" Yu Fuluo has been thinking about it for a long time since Mu Jing proposed that day, and he found that the mercenary's way of survival is indeed very suitable for today's Luanti tribe, the Luanti tribe was driven out of the Xiongnu court, and if you want to survive, you must have a way, and the way to survive without surrendering to the Han court is the mercenary way.

The most important thing is the price at which Mujing started, which he couldn't refuse.

That's 100,000 stone of grain.

"Good!"

Yu Fuluo stretched out his palm and slapped Mu Jing's palm three times: "We Huns, high-five as an oath, today you and I slapped three palms, it has become an oath, you give me 100,000 stone grain, within a year, I Hun 30,000 warriors, fight for you!" ”

"The first batch of grain, 30,000 stones, will be handed over to you within ten days!"

Mu Jing can be regarded as relieved, he can flicker the Hun cavalry into the battlefield, this should be his biggest gain in Hedong, he will definitely harvest the Baibo army and fight, that is the cavalry, the ace of this era.

"What about the rest of the grain?" Yu Fuluo asked.

"After three months, another 30,000 stones will be delivered, and half a year later, the last 40,000 stones will be delivered!" Mu Jing said: "That's no problem!" ”

His grain is not blown by the wind, even if Jingping Commercial Bank wants to prepare 100,000 grains, it will be very laborious.

But if you exchange 100,000 grains for 30,000 cavalry.

This business has been done.

"Refreshing!"

Yu Fuluo also laughed, with this 100,000 stone of grain, in the next two years, their Luanti tribe will have no worries in Hedong.

Yu Fuluo was happy, and Mu Jing was also happy, which was a win-win situation.

"Mu Shizi, no matter what our transaction is, we can live in the past this winter, you are the credit, from now on, you are my friend of the Huns, treat our friends, we are very generous!"

Yu Fuluo gave Mu Jing a parting gift: "I heard that you are going to meet Luoyang, I will give you a gift!" ”

"Gifts?"

Mu Jing looked at a small foal, this spotted foal had red spots and a snow-white color, and it looked a little thin.

"Such a small horse, you are too stingy to be an adult, right?" Mu Jing said jokingly: "The most Huns are war horses, I heard that there are several sweaty horses in the Hun tribe, so you can also give me a sweaty and bloody horse!" ”

"Mu Shizi, don't underestimate this horse?"

Yu Fuluo stroked the hair of the foal, there was a trace of reluctance in his eyes, if it was an ordinary person, he would never send this war horse out: "Although our Huns are good at raising horses, although the blood of the Khan is rare, our tribe can still raise a few, my father, Qiang Qu Shan Yu is best at raising horses, he once went to the depths of the Northern Desert, found a snow mastiff, it is rumored that the snow mastiff is the messenger of the gods, keeping the blood of the gods, with the snow mastiff with the most powerful war horse of our tribe, the blood horse, whether the blood horse or the snow mastiff, is the most powerful breed on the grassland, The descendants between them will be invincible, no one in the world can raise them except my father, there are only three foals in total, this is one of them, although it is not an adult, but whether it is foot strength or endurance, it has surpassed adult war horses! ”

"Half-breed BMW?"

Mu Jing squinted, carefully looked at the foal, and became more and more greedy: "What about the remaining two?" ”

"The boss was born first, but when he fought with the people of Bingzhou, he was taken away by Lu Bu!" Yu Fuluo said with a wry smile: "Back then, Lu Bu was so strong, when he killed in front of my formation, he was almost sure of killing, this horse rushed out and intercepted him, but he took him away!" ”

"Red Rabbit?"

Mu Jing suddenly called out.

"You know that, too!" Yu Fuluo later inquired that there was a group of war horses under Lu Bu's crotch, named Chitu, and he knew that it was one of the three foals raised by his father, the oldest, and he was almost an adult.

"I'll go!"

Mu Jing's eyes widened and he looked at the foal carefully: "This is a BMW comparable to Chitu?" ”

This time, I caught gold.

"What about another one?"

"And another one?"

Yu Fuluo shook his head and said: "That horse inherited all the bloodlines of the snow mastiff, and he was snow-white, but when we were on the grassland, when we retreated, he was crazy and lost, and later I heard that a ranger boy was taken away and lost his trace!" ”

"It's a pity!"

Mu Jing was a little regretful, but he was also very satisfied to get a BMW comparable to the red rabbit bloodline: "Thank you Shan Yu for the gift, I will definitely repay it in the future!" ”

Makishi took the foal with her.

"Brother, that's the last god-blood war horse of our tribe!"

When Mu Jing left, Hu Chuquan was a little unwilling.

"Treat our friends with the best!"

Yu Fuluo looked at Mu Jing's back and said, "He may be an opportunity for us to return to the Northern Desert!" ”

……

……

The second day of December.

Mu Jing was escorted by the pro-guard battalion and the Divine Guard Army to Xia and returned to Luoyang City.

Back to Luoyang his first news.

Hanoi reversed.

Hanoi Taishou Wang Kuang raised troops against herding, gathered tens of thousands of Hanoi soldiers and horses, and Chen Bing was facing Luoyang City.