Winter in Kulunbo is always earlier than in the hinterland of the Central Plains, and while the hinterland of the Central Plains is still flourishing, a thin layer of ice ballast has already floated on the surface of the lake. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Just like this early winter, the ice of Kulunbo has long been thick enough to accommodate a thousand cavalry at the same time.

At this time of year, most of the Murowei tribesmen had already gone into the warm caves to start wintering, but unlike in the past, except for some old and young women and children, most of the Murowei men still stuck to their places, waiting for a war that would come at an unknown time.

At this moment, in the tooth tent of the leader of the Wuluo Guardian Tribe, the leaders of the seven divisions of Murowei have arrived, and in the center of the tent is a bonfire that burns red and translucent, and a fat lamb makes a crackling sound of oil explosion under the scorching flames, and the meat in the tent is full of fragrance, which is mouth-watering.

Despite this, the atmosphere in the account was a little depressing, and the leaders of the seven tribes had solemn faces, did not say a word, or pondered, or sighed, or frowned, or trance, although they were different, but it was difficult to hide the worries in their hearts.

"What? By this time, will you all be dumb? The speaker was a stout man over forty years old, dressed in short animal skins, with braided hair, fiddling with a moon-like scimitar in his hand, and his face looked even rougher and fiercer in the light of the fire.

This person is the head of the Murveuro Protectorate, Zartai.

Although Zartai's voice was not too loud, it undoubtedly made the other six people feel shocked in this already tense and depressing account.

The six of them looked up at the Zartai in unison, then looked at each other for a few moments, and finally fell silent again.

Seeing this, a cold smile appeared on Chaertai's face, and then he thrust the scimitar into the ground with a bang, reached out and pulled up the cuffs, regardless of the hot temperature of the mutton, and tore off a leg of mutton and held it in his hand.

"Although the meat is fat, but it is hot, if you eat meat at this time, you will burn your hands and mouth, in this case, why not put it and eat it when it is cold!" After saying that, the oil-dripping leg of mutton was still on the side, and then looked around at the crowd and smiled silently.

It seemed that Zartai's words were poking at everyone's minds, and after hearing this, the leaders of the six departments actually nodded in unison and said yes, and the originally tense atmosphere suddenly became extremely relaxed.

"What the Great Khan said is extremely true, but the Khitan and Xi tribes are afraid that they will inevitably be resentful!" It was the head of the Hejie tribe, Zamusha, who was over fifty years old and suspicious and cunning, and the people of the tribes did not shy away from calling him "old fox", and Zamusha was never angry about this, but regarded it as a kind of appreciation for himself.

"Resentment?" Zartai smiled slightly, then picked up the leg of mutton on the ground and said, "So what? Our department is far away from the Tang Dynasty, even if it is a big victory in this battle, isn't it still the most profitable for him Khitan? In this battle, my Murwei clan sent the most troops, if it weren't for Wujie's conditions, do you think Ben Khan would agree to them to send troops to the Tang Dynasty? Hehe, joke! ”

After hearing this, Zamusha nodded, stroked his short beard, and said slowly: "This is not bad, if I send troops to help, the Bohai Kingdom will raise troops to fight, although I am not afraid of a Bohai country, but I will definitely lose some combat power, I am afraid that those Khitans will take the opportunity to bite back!" ”

"And ......," said Zamusha's face, a meaningful smile on his face, and the wrinkles on his face were piled together in no order, like a crumpled piece of rattan paper.

"You old fox has something to say! How can you learn as much as the Han people," Zartai scolded with a smile.

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and at this time, they saw Zamusha slowly laughing: "There is a saying among the Han people, called the sandpiper and the clam compete and the fisherman profits, why don't the Great Khan take this opportunity to use the hand of the Tang Dynasty to weaken the power of the Khitan, and then when the Wei army returns to the army, we will fight back and forth to destroy the Khitan in one fell swoop!" As long as the Khitan is destroyed, the Bohai Kingdom will inevitably be attached to me, and I will be allowed to take what I want! ”

"Hahaha! How could the Eternal Immortal Heaven allow you, an old fox, to live in the world, but ......" Zartai's words changed abruptly, and he smiled again: "However, Ben Khan just likes you as a fox!" ”

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There is a dense forest between the Khitan and Xi, although the strength of the Xi people is very different from the Khitan, but because the Khitan has focused too much attention on the Murwei and the Bohai Kingdom, it has allowed this small Xi tribe to free up their hands and feet to safely and boldly harass the Tang border, and the dense forest here has also become a middle ground between the two tribes without intruding on each other.

And although the Xi and Khitan people knew that the Tang cavalry was hidden in the dense forest, it was difficult to search for a cavalry in this boundless forest full of poisonous insects and fog barriers.

It is precisely because of this that Xu Liang can hide in the forest with peace of mind, and the grain and grass brought from the Bohai Kingdom are still enough for seven days, and it must be enough to support Li Zhen's return.

Gu Duoda sighed all day long, he was used to charging into battle, how could he have had such a day of enduring humiliation and stealing his life, if it weren't for the fact that his injuries had not healed, he was afraid that he would have gone to Mobei Huangjiasi with Li Zhen, and he would not have been crying at Xu Liang all day.

For Xu Liang, although Li Zhen's strategy is good, it undoubtedly bears a huge risk, this place is hundreds of miles away from Mobei, and there is a desert area in between, even if Li Zhen can return safely, he still knows nothing about the attitude of Huang Jiasi.

If Huang Jiasi refuses to agree to send troops, then the situation he is facing will really become a dead end, every time he thinks of this, Xu Liang's face is a look of pain, as the commander of an army, there is no doubt that this is a big gamble, winning the bet is enough to shine in the annals of history, and losing the bet is the eternal criminal who misleads the country and the people.

Although Li Zhen said that it would take three days, Xu Liang knew that it would be a great speed for them to come back after five days, and now that two days have passed, presumably Li Zhen, Yan Heng, and Gao Biao have arrived at the Krulun River, Xu Liang thought so.

Krulun River.

It is a river located at the foot of Choibalsan Mountain, which has the same origin as the black water, and meanders from west to east into Kulunbo.

At this time, on the south bank of the Krulun River, the giant crane was high, the war horses neighed, and a thousand cavalry stood in two columns, and a middle-aged man wearing a white mink felt hat and a white wolfskin robe stood proudly in front.

In front of the man, there were two knights dressed in the iron armor of Tang Mingguang, although the north wind was strong, but it did not affect the forward speed of the two knights at all, and the war horses under their crotch galloped, tearing the wind and crushing the dust.

"That's General Lee?" The middle-aged man nodded his chin and asked softly.

A man beside him, who was also dressed in the iron armor of the Tang Army, nodded in response: "Qi Qi Great Khan, it is General Li!" ”

"Hehe, how does General Gao know that Ben Khan will definitely come back to see your general?" The middle-aged man turned his head and smiled at the Tang general.