"Wang Han's grandson Dushi has been put back by Temujin, and he has prepared a generous gift, preparing to marry Wang Han as a family......"

Ye Siming and Wan Yankang climbed to a secluded place in the mountain col to inform them of the latest news.

Ye Siming's words were full of doubts, obviously questioning the general trend of Wan Yankang's prediction. In his opinion, Temujin was seriously injured at this time, and the only bargaining chip was put back by him, as if he was low and small.

Wan Yankang saw Ye Siming's doubts, and he didn't explain, but smiled slightly: "Master Ye, why don't we make a bet?" ”

"Bet on what?"

"I bet that Temujin's plan is an arrogant tactic, and he will send troops to attack Wang Han within ten days!"

"Temujin is now seriously wounded, and I have seen it with my own eyes!" Ye Siming obviously didn't believe Wan Yankang's judgment.

After Temujin was injured, Ye Siming also made a special trip to visit him, one was to visit the boss as the leader of the friendly tribe, and the other was to secretly inquire about the truth.

When Ye Siming arrived in Temujin's sweat tent, he saw that he was wounded by an arrow, his face was pale, bloodless, and he coughed from time to time.

"Master, do you want to gamble?"

"What's the stake?" Ye Siming is also interested, it is rare for the master and apprentice to have a gamble.

"If I lose, master, what do you want, as long as I can do it, you can mention it!"

Ye Siming agreed without hesitation: "Okay, if you win, what do you want?" ”

"If I win, the master and your Spark tribe will move to White Horse City for me!" Wan Yankang looked at Ye Siming, and suddenly his voice became serious.

Looking at his apprentice's suddenly serious expression, Ye Siming knew that he must have been thoughtful, and he didn't ask any more, and replied categorically: "Okay!" ”

With a snap, the two high-fived and swore an oath!

Wan Yankang saw Ye Siming's promise, and his heart was overjoyed.

If the original history remains unchanged, Wang Han will be defeated this time, although Ye Siming has been friendly with the Qiyan Ministry in recent years, he will inevitably be unable to protect all of them under the change of the situation, and he will have to completely rely on Temujin.

It's just that since he is here, he must do something to let Temujin and Wang Han continue to fight, at least in the short term.

Originally, there was only a small friction between Wang Han and the Temujin tribe, and Ye Siming was still safe and sound in the cracks.

If the war continues, lying next to the couch, how can others be allowed to peep.

The Starfire Tribe can only choose to integrate completely into one side, or be wiped out......

Whether the Xinghuo tribe is annexed or eliminated, it is a situation that Wan Yankang never wants to see, so let Ye Siming lead his troops to return to the south, strategically it must be implemented immediately.

After not seeing each other for several years, Ye Siming returned to the grassland, and gathered thousands of people and horses under his command, like a dragon returning to the sea, and his demeanor was very different from before.

Wan Yankang hesitated in his heart for the past two days, and he didn't know if he could persuade Ye Siming to lead his troops to return. It stands to reason that the two are called master and apprentice, but they are actually master and slave. But Ye Siming was originally the head of the tribe after all, and if he had other thoughts at this time, it would be difficult for Wan Yankang to force him to lead his troops to join him.

Using the method of gambling to make Ye Siming agree to lead his troops to return to the east, no matter how bad it is, it will not hurt the harmony, but it is no better.

In the following days, Wan Yankang began to recuperate and wait for the time.

In order to understand the situation on both sides of Wang Han and Temujin, Ye Siming sent his elite scouts to inquire about the military situation around the Kereh and Qiyan tribes every day.

Wang Han was afraid that Temujin would come to seek revenge, so he ordered the whole army to be on strict alert, and planned to fight Temujin again, but he was released in a short time, and Temujin also sent mink, good horses and other gifts to ask for marriage.

At the beginning, Wang Han also had some doubts, and his own grandson Dushi said that he had added oil and vinegar to the tent of Temujin, and that Temujin seemed to be dying soon, so he was so low. When Wang Han heard this, he felt that everything had been figured out.

In the eyes of Wang Han and Zamuhe, Temujin had always been strong and brave, and if he hadn't realized that his time was running out and wanted to leave seeds for the beggars, he would never have bowed his head so much.

So Wang Han ordered the tribe to cancel the vigilance, gather the generals, and drink and have fun every day.

On one side, singing and dancing, laughter and laughter.

On the one hand, there is sadness and anger.

Temujin politely sent Du Shi back to the tribe, and added a few large gifts, which made his generals and several sons feel that they were going to die.

Jochi and the others nested in the tent, drinking all day to vent, and whipping the slaves if they did not go wrong, if it were not for the prestige of Temujin on weekdays, maybe something big would happen in the tribe.

In particular, Temujin's precious daughter Hua Zheng, when she heard that she was going to marry Du Shi, she cried every day and asked him to take back her life.

Temujin ordered his soldiers to keep a sweat tent, and no one was allowed to report and not be allowed to enter, and he recuperated in silence every day. He also ordered the generals to strictly control the soldiers, not to let one out of the camp, and even released scout cavalry to probe the movements of the four directions.

After seven or eight days like this, early one morning, the spies sent by Ye Siming reported that the army of the Qiyan Department was exhausted!

Ye Siming heard the news, and was surprised and happy in his heart, and told Yan Kang as soon as possible.

When Yan Kang heard this, he stood up and laughed: "It's finally here!" ”

The Khan Tent of the Qiyan Department was more than 300 miles away from the Kreh Tent, and the Temujin soldiers were divided into three routes, stopping and sleeping day and night, and walking around the valley path. By the time the spies of the Starfire tribe returned, Temujin's army had already been on a sprint for the night, halfway through the distance, and was lurking in a valley to rest.

Wan Yankang and Ye Siming rushed to the place where Temujin was hiding his troops, and the two of them climbed high and looked into the distance, only to see a group of people and horses in the valley, but there was no noise, obviously Temujin ruled the army very strictly.

"According to Temujin's way of marching, it was obvious that he wanted to wait for dark to set off again and defeat Wang Han in one fell swoop. This person really deserves the word "Tianjiao"! Wan Yankang looked at the silent army in the valley and sighed.

"No matter how powerful Temujin is, isn't it all in your calculations!" Ye Siming said with a smile.

Wan Yankang smiled silently, he knew the trajectory of history, so he was so sure that Temujin could use troops like this. And the battles in which Temujin rose all the way were almost always defeated by the weak, which is really impressive.

It's just that no matter how arrogant this person is, he must be defeated!

Otherwise, if history repeats itself, the seemingly powerful Mongol Empire will bring nothing more than endless blood to the land of China.

Thinking of this, Wan Yankang's originally somewhat wandering gaze became extremely firm, and he turned to Ye Siming and said, "Master, go back to the tribe to do mobilization work, and I am enough for this matter." ”

Ye Siming is not a person of many words, he said: "Be careful! Then he patted his horse and went back.

Wan Yankang found a shady place to rest, thinking about how to act so that Wang Han, who was originally defenseless, would know that Temujin was coming, but he couldn't let Wang Han be fully prepared and wait for work.

When two tigers fight, it is necessary to have double injuries in order to give the hunter a chance!

As the sun set and nightfall, the Tibetan army in the valley began to move.

Wan Yankang's spirit was shocked, he flew on his horse, and drove the little white dragon to the Keree Department.

The valley where Temujin hid his soldiers was more than 100 miles away from the Khan tent of the Kerebu, and with the strength of the little white dragon's feet, it only took more than an hour to reach the periphery of the sweat tent. Although the Wang Han tribe let down their guard, the patrol soldiers on weekdays were still there, and when they got closer, Wan Yankang could no longer let the horse gallop.

From a distance, the sweat tent of the Kerebu was brightly lit, the sound of singing and dancing drifted in the wind, and there was a slight smell of wine and meat.

After Yan Kang gnawed on dry food and water for a day, he smelled the fragrance of wine and meat at this time, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and he secretly scolded in his heart: "Death is coming, I still don't know!" ”

At the speed of Temujin's army, it would have taken more than two hours to reach this point if it had marched at full speed. In order to sneak attack, his army had to slow down when it got close, and it would take at least three or four hours to kill it.

Wan Yankang jumped off the horse and let the little white dragon have a good rest, while calculating the time and preparing to start.

An hour later, seeing that the lights in the Keree Department were fading, Wan Yankang hugged the little white dragon and whispered a few words, letting the little white dragon wait in place.

The little white dragon was unusually smart, snorted lightly, rubbed Yan Kang's chest with the horse's head, and signaled the master to go with confidence.

It was the middle of the night, and there was no moonlight that night, only a little starlight. Wan Yan Kang's internal strength is strong, his eyes are sharp, and with this little starlight, he sneaks into the sweat tent.

In the past few days, seeing that there was no movement in Temujin's place, Wang Han's place had already been loosely guarded, and Wanyankang was almost unhindered, and he arrived outside the sweat tent in a short time.

There was a row of pro-soldiers and guards standing outside the sweat tent, if it was impossible to enter it head-on, Wan Yankang circled the sweat tent, looked at the four roads, and listened to all directions.

I don't listen to it, I don't care, but when I hear it, it's a little angry. There were indescribable sounds from the sweat tent, and they were clearly the sounds of a multi-person movement.

Although listening to the Living Spring Palace is also exciting, but after Yan Kang came here to do a big thing, he listened for a while, and after checking the location of the number of people in the tent in his heart, he took out a black cloth mask, cut open the camp tent, and drilled into the sweat tent.

It is said that Wang Han called everyone to drink and feast this night, and after the banquet was halfway through, Wang Han felt a little lacking in energy, so he went to the small tent on the side to rest first.

As soon as Wang Han left, Sang Kun and Zha Muhe and the others were even more relaxed, and when they drank to their heart's content, Sang Kun looked at the maid who was pouring wine on the side, and actually hugged the maid and did it on the spot.

Some people who are still a little ashamed have already taken the opportunity to leave. There are also many raccoon dogs who are on the same hill as Sangkun, and they all hug the maid next to them and come to a sweat tent feast.

The most worthy thing about this sweat tent feast is that the two fathers and sons, Sang Kun and Du Shi, competed together.

The two fathers and sons, Sang Kun and Du Shi, each hugged a maid, separated by a few food tables, and did the most primitive exercises. 、

Suddenly, the two fathers and sons felt a little cold in the account.

It's windy!

Du Shi was young, still a little sober, and looked up at the place where the wind came from.

A man in black, masked, was sitting in front of Wang Han's dining table, holding a dagger to cut meat, smashing and smashing and eating happily.

In this sweat tent, except for the head of the Kereh tribe and the maidservants, there should be no one else at this time, let alone a masked man in black!

Du Shi was afraid that he would have hallucinations in his brain after drinking too much, so he shook his head and looked at the man in black.

A pair of sharp and matchless eyes, looking straight ahead!

Looking at each other, Du Shi shook his whole body and burst out with the biggest cry since feeding......

Someone's coming! There are assassins!