A blazing fire was lit on the majestic altar, and the shoulder blades and sandalwood of several yaks were burning in the sky.

Large puffs of green smoke rose into the sky and rose high in the windless afternoon weather before dispersing in a cloud and then dispersing.

Dressed in red and green robes and holding up dark green bronze swords, the witches turned and danced around the fire, praying for the gaze of the gods.

Near the bonfire was a large group of richly dressed Hokuriku nobles, holding long bronze wine glasses in their hands, with a strong smile on their faces, laughing and talking with their companions nearby, talking loudly, the atmosphere was warm, but everyone's eyes were still full of anticipation, this was undoubtedly a banquet, but it was obvious that the main lord had not yet arrived.

"I'm going to greet you!"

An old man with gray hair was wearing a gilded robe, lazily leaning against the soft collapse on the ground, and the pretty slave girl behind him carefully knocked on the old man's shoulder, and the old man asked with his eyes closed and an old look.

"The Ninth Prince has already set off in the morning, and he has been waiting in Shamu Fort in advance, according to the news from the Shuofeng Department, it is estimated that it has arrived according to this day!"

When the old man heard this, his closed eyes opened slightly, and the bronzed spots on his face trembled.

"That's good, it's not as good as before! It's not as big as ever! It's Xiao Jiu's blessing! ”

The old man's snow-white beard moved slightly as he spoke, and then he wanted to get up, but a middle-aged man waiting next to him saw it and hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man's arm.

"Who's to say it isn't! Shuofeng! Shuofeng! This is really the royal department that occupies a continent in a veritable way!

But this is also the blessing of our Helian Department, and the Shuofeng Department has never forgotten our kindness in the snow! You see, this time the Lord of the Wind is going to convene the Kurig Conference, so don't you send an envoy to our Helian Department first! ”

The middle-aged man hugged the slow-moving old man and said softly.

"Who said it wasn't, I didn't expect that Xiao Jiu's blessing among these children was still the best, and he was able to marry the princess of Shuofeng!"

The old man walked to the door of the golden tent, his eyes narrowed, looking at the noisy and enthusiastic people outside the tent, and said with a disdainful smile.

"These things that don't know the height of the sky, one by one, are still delusional about climbing the high branches of the Shuofeng Department, and they don't look at what the hell they are, there are a few catties and a few taels, as soon as they heard that the messenger of the Shuofeng Department is about to arrive, they break their heads one by one and squeeze into this banquet!"

"Human nature is like this, the old king must have become commonplace!"

The old lord of the Helian tribe glanced at the middle-aged man who was sneering on the side, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he cursed in a low voice.

"The white-eyed wolf that you can't raise, you also have a relationship with the Shuofeng Messenger, but it's okay, remember to build a good relationship, and when I die, I will rely on others to see the old feelings and take care of you!"

The old monarch looked a little lonely, but when he turned his head, he seemed to remember something, and asked curiously, "I heard that the Helan Wangbu launched a war to destroy the tribe, and the leader of the 300,000 army was the little prince of the Shuofeng tribe who had just finished holding a new blood ceremony?" ”

The middle-aged man sneered, his face was solemn, and he secretly hid a little envy, "Exactly!" I heard the spies say that the little prince of the Shuofeng Department commanded the whole army, and it took three months to conquer the Helan King City in the first battle, and a generation of Helan Wangbu has since disappeared, and the clan is ruined! ”

When the old lord heard this, he sighed in a daze, "Hey! The three generations of the Shuofeng Department are all dragons among men! I used to hunt deer with the late Lord Lord!

He will be a generation of heroes, bow and horse, but at that time I didn't expect his son and grandson to be so good, I hate, how unfair it is to be a god of Pantar, three generations are outstanding in one, when will I Helian be so blessed! ”

The old man's big hand full of spots shook weakly in the wind, but the middle-aged man watched from the side, but his heart was sour, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man's body, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to slowly touch the back of the old man's hand.

"Well, people are dying, and there are many more words! Go and greet your guests, what's the use of accompanying me bad old man! ”

The old lord's eyes only darkened for a moment, and then they brightened again, patted the arm of the middle-aged man next to him, and scolded with a smile.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm here with you!"

The middle-aged man smiled flatteringly, smiled awkwardly and touched his braid tied behind his head.

The war horses snorted lowly, the black white wolf banner rolled in the cold wind, and the two armies stopped to look at each other at a distance of a hundred paces.

The armorers of the Helian tribe looked curiously at those well-armored Shuofeng warriors, although they had trudged in the wind for so long, the hand-forged fish scale armor on their bodies still reflected the cold light of the sword light in the light of the sun.

The heavy iron helmet was sprinkled with long black tassels that stretched to the tip of the armor's nose, protecting the entire face of the armor warriors, and the iron covering their faces.

Under the inky black white wolf king, there was a burly armor soldier sitting on the black horse, and his entire body was shrouded in heavy iron armor, as if it had been forged out of black iron.

The hearts of the warriors of Helian who watched from afar were full of fear, this was the first time they had faced the Shuofeng Iron Horseman, but fortunately they were not enemies.

I saw that there were so many healthy horses with long backs and wide legs under the banner of thousands of white wolves dancing up and down in the strong wind on the opposite side, all of them were Liangzhou horses, all of them were pitch black, and they were still a foot taller than their own authentic Liangzhou war horses.

The horses were still shaking their hooves and dancing their high manes uneasily under the control of the Shuofeng cavalry in the distance, and the horse tide was churning like a tide, like the sea on the eve of a storm, ready to charge in a state of landslide and earth cracking.

Lei Yun subconsciously licked his lower lip, feeling that his throat was dry, and his legs were a little weak.

He is a descendant of the warriors of the Helian Tribe, and he is also a warrior, but he has not been on the battlefield in person, and whenever the elders of the clan talk about the bloody battle of Hanzhou back then, they must talk about these Shuofeng cavalry wearing pitch-black iron armor.

They roared like madmen and inserted themselves into the wings and formations of the Zhenyan army at that time, wielding sabers and slashing and slashing, as if everyone was not afraid of death, and one fell and one pounced on them, which was a tragic fighting method that the Helian cavalry, who was also a steppe child, had never seen, and that way of killing the enemy made all the viewers who saw this scene frightened.

This was not like a scene of two people enjoying each other, only the low neighing of war horses on the flat grassland, and a different kind of silence.

"Nine Princes, we are the masters." The general on the side lowered his voice and said to the leader of the group.

Tie Yu nodded silently, and was about to lead the war horse to meet him, but he saw a person led by the cavalry on the opposite side turn over and jump off the war horse, he untied the black daze, and walked towards him step by step.

Tie Yu turned over and dismounted, looked at the other party with a faint excitement, and looked at the oncoming man, his side face was like a knife, his cheeks had two neatly combed beards, and a dark brown braid, which was tied high with a cowhide rope.

"Hanzhou belongs to the Shuofeng King Department, the commander of the Tianze Cavalry, Meng Hu, see the Nine Princes of the Liangzhou Helian Division!" The heavily armored warrior knelt down on one knee respectfully, half of his calf pressed against the flat grassland, but he didn't mind in the slightest.

The Shuofeng armorers who were a hundred paces away just turned over and dismounted, stretched out their arms in unison, and slammed the armor on their chests with a violent wave, and there was a loud bang on the vast plain.

Tie Yu had already been stunned by the armor warrior kneeling on one knee, when he heard a loud noise between heaven and earth, and suddenly realized who he was facing, he immediately leaned over and bent down to support the arm of the warrior in front of him.

The warrior straightened up with a smile and took out a pale gold envelope from the gap in his close-fitting armor, and he untied the rope at the mouth of the bag, holding the fire-lacquered scroll high above his head.

"The letter from the Maharaja, Meng Hu brought it, and Meng Hu lived up to the Maharaja's expectations."

Tie Yu turned his head to signal, and the ceremonial officer of the Helian Department who was accompanying him hurriedly stepped forward to receive his hand, slowly unfolded it, and cleared his throat:

"Under the throne of Helian King of Liangzhou: the distance of ten thousand years, the division of heaven and earth, there is no Kyushu and seven seas, all the races in the world, the flesh and blood are inseparable, and they are close to each other, and they are involved in the vicissitudes ......of life."

None of the people present dared to speak out, and the samurai of Hokuriku and even the Maharaja himself did not understand, but they prepared the documents for the solemn sake of this meeting.

However, the ceremonial officer of the Helian Department read the paperwork, and the sound of Lang Lang was sent far away in the silent grassland, and the neighing of the war horse was also suppressed.

"May the two departments be like brothers and sisters from now on, and they will always be harmonious neighbors, and they will remain unchanged for thousands of years!"

After the document was recited, he presented the scroll back to Tie Yu.

Tie Yu held the scroll high above his head with a solemn face, and after a brief silence, the nobles and samurai behind Tie Yu chanted together.

Meng Hu got up and rushed to the upcoming grand banquet with Tie Yu's horse team.

In less than half a cup of tea, the group arrived at the royal tent of the Helian Ministry, and the nobles and ministers of the Helian Ministry all gathered around the door and competed to talk to Meng Hu.

The slaves in brocade clothes and small sleeves slowly came out of the big tent, the long and thick wool blanket was rolled up and spread to Meng Hu's feet, the slaves placed small tables on both sides of the blanket, the table was spread out gorgeously soft, and a fire was set up to barbecue the whole sheep, the strong aroma of wine wafted from afar, and the Helian spirits in the big altar were unsealed.

The samurai of Shuofeng had never seen such a warm welcome of the grassland, and the endless plain was suddenly surrounded by wine and silk into a place of feasting, and the samurai of Shuofeng withdrew, and the young slave girls respectfully invited them to take their seats, all they saw were smiles, and the uneasiness in their hearts subsided slightly, and everyone was a little excited.

"The Maharaja's hospitality is truly grateful." Meng Hu let out a low sigh of praise and bowed.

"How can some small treats compare to what General Meng Hu brought."

Helian Boss helped him up again, "Shuofeng Maharaja's letter is no gift compared, we Helian have been waiting for a long time to drink with Shuofeng brothers."