"Now that the southerners have already issued a war letter, you still let your father bow down to him?"

Touman felt that his brain was a little unable to turn, and looked at Mao Dun breathlessly, really wanting to strangle this rebel.

Mao Dun's face was solemn, but a strong sense of powerlessness rose in his heart for this incompetent father.

I said it myself, the people of Daxia themselves are weak, and they are trying to survive in the cracks.

The courage of the puppet will only lead the tribe into a land of no return.

What are the benefits of fighting the Qin people?

Let's not talk about whether you can win or not, even if you can win?

That will also hurt the vitality, will the Donghu people and the Yueshi people who are eyeing each other on both sides miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

If they lose, the Great Xia people will face an unprecedented calamity, even if they are not annexed by the Donghu people and the Yue people, I am afraid that they will be greatly damaged, and it will take many years to recover.

"Father, the son is not asking you to really surrender to the Qin people, but pretending."

"There are many places in the Qin people that are worthy of learning from our Great Xia people, and in time, the Great Xia people will be able to thrive."

"When the time is ripe, it's not too late to wash away today's hatred!"

"As long as my father is willing to endure for the time being, show weakness to the Qin people, and lead the spearhead of the Qin people to the Donghu people and the Yue people."

"When their vitality is greatly damaged, it will be an excellent opportunity for the Great Xia people to dominate the grassland and move south."

Mao Dun's eyes revealed a burning ambition, and he said bitterly to his father.

"Come, come to me."

Touman was stunned, then seemed to fall into deep thought, and after a while, he smiled at Mao Dun and beckoned.

Mao Dun was overjoyed, it seems that his father listened to his advice?

Over the years, I have been working hard, hoping that my father can see my excellence.

Where can I compare to Pobu, the waste that will only lie on a woman's belly?

"Smack......

As soon as Mao Dun walked in front of Touman, he saw a black shadow attacking, Mao Dun was suddenly shocked, and after seeing it clearly, infinite despair and hatred surged in his heart.

He didn't dodge, and Touman's slap slapped him in the face.

The corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, but the burning pain on his face was far less than the trauma in his heart.

Why?

"Heroic Great Xia people, how can there be such a bad seed as you?"

"What does it mean to be compromised?"

"What is forbearance?"

"There are only the Great Xia people who died on horseback, and there are no Great Xia people who kneel down to survive."

"After all these years of going to the Yueshi Clan, you haven't learned other skills, but you have learned the intrigues and tricks of the southerners?"

"In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and trickery will be wiped out."

"If the southerners want to fight, the warriors of the Great Xia clan will give them an indelible lesson."

"This battle will definitely make the southerners shrink into the city from now on, and they will not dare to compete with the Great Xia Iron Cavalry again."

Touman glared angrily and said with great momentum.

"Yes, father."

Mao Dun hugged him alone, bowed down, and didn't dare to continue to talk back.

"Those two messengers of the southerners, I will teach you to deal with it, don't let your father down again, otherwise your father will doubt whether you can afford to be the commander of the Great Xia Ten Thousand Horsemen."

Touman made no secret of his disappointment, and his tone was compelling.

"The son understands that he will not disappoint his father's expectations."

Mao Dun said respectfully, not daring to disobey at all.

"Father, father, father......"

Just then, an urgent voice rang out.

Another young man walked in, his face full of anxiety.

"Good son, what's wrong?"

Tou Man instantly seemed to be a different person, and there was no longer the slightest sternness, his eyes were full of doting to look at the young man who walked in, and he said with a kind smile on his face.

Mao Dun lowered his head, his fists clenched, and his heart felt like a thousand pounds of boulder, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Huh? Second, you're here too! ”

The young man saw Mao Dun standing in place with his head bowed, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him enthusiastically.

"Big brother, how's the harvest?"

Mao Dun looked up and said with a gentle smile on his face.

"Hey! Don't mention it, those southerners are really useless, and before I have practiced my archery skills, those damn southerners will die. ”

"No, I came to my father to ask him for another hundred Nanren slaves."

The young man's tone was full of contempt and disdain, and he said lazily.

"The eldest brother is really diligent and hardworking, and the foolish brother should learn more from the eldest brother."

Mao Dun laughed dryly twice, and his heart became even angrier.

This guy doesn't open any pot and which pot to mention, it must be done on purpose.

Last year, he went south to fight the autumn wind, and the sneak attack on Taiyuan was a strategy formulated by himself, and he also personally led his troops there.

That's why he was named the captain of ten thousand horsemen by his father, but what?

Even if you work hard, you are not as good as this waste who eats, drinks and has fun.

He captured a large number of slaves and asked his father for dozens of young and beautiful female slaves, hoping to use them to reward his subordinates.

But he was rejected by his father, and only gave himself fifty bitter slaves.

And what about this guy?

You don't have to do anything, you open your mouth and you're a hundred slaves.

And my father was responsive and never refused.

Envy and jealousy boiled in Maudun's heart.

"Hey, what's going on with the second brother's face?"

"It can't be my father's beating, right?"

"Hey! The eldest brother has always told you to be full of respect for your father and never disobey him. ”

"Tsk, my poor brother!"

"Why are you always so disobedient?"

The young man stretched out his big white hand and touched the clear finger prints on Mao Dun's face, and his tone was full of ridicule and sarcasm.

"What the eldest brother taught is that the younger brother remembers it in his heart."

Mao Dun was still full of spring breeze, and said humbly.

"Remember."

"Hah! Ha! Ha! ”

Patting Maudun's face lightly, the young man burst out laughing.

Mao Dun humbly lowered his head, his eyes flashed with a cold and cold glow, and his face was red and white.

"My son practiced riding and archery hard, how can I not be a father who supports him strongly."

"Wait a minute, I'll have someone send you a hundred bitter slaves, I don't worry."

Tou Man smiled, looking at the young man with a relieved face.

"Father, Pobu is not a bitter slave."

Po Bu came directly behind Touman and began to loosen his shoulders and pinch his back for his father, and the two looked like a father and a son.

"And who am I?"

Tou Manleng was stunned, puzzled.

"Father, those bitter slaves are dirty, smelly southerners, and it's not fun at all."

Po Budu is already twenty-one years old, but he has been spoiled since he was a child, and his tone is coquettish.

"Well, when my father knows, he will give my son a hundred slaves."

Touman looks like a nouveau riche, very neat and neat, and extremely generous.

Sour......

It's too sour......

Mao Dun felt that the jar of vinegar in his heart had been knocked over, especially if they were all sons, why was there such a big difference?

If you don't like me, you old immortal should shoot at the wall.

"The son stepped back first, and the father took care."

Mao Dun felt that his whole body was in a mess, and his heart ached like a knife.

Touman only cared about talking and laughing with Pob, just glanced at Mao Dun, and then didn't even bother to speak, and waved his hand directly.

Maudon hugged him with one hand again, bent down and bowed, then turned around and slowly left.

His steps were heavy, and he walked towards the door of the big tent step by step, his eyes getting colder and colder, and gradually being filled with blood......