Lying on the soft sheepskin cushion with squinted eyes, his face facing the sky, as if he was napping, as if he was sleeping, imagining a little more, that thin appearance with a drowsy posture, it is easy to think of whether this old guy does not have braids.

That's what he thought, otherwise he sat on the side and talked for a quarter of an hour, and the old thing didn't turn his head around, and kept lying on his back and didn't move, which was really unsatisfactory and incomprehensible.

You know, what he said in his mouth is a big thing of rebellion.

I'm going to lose my head.

These things, he had told Hu Chijin before, anyway, there is nothing that can't be said between father and son, Hu Chijin showed great interest, although he didn't express his position, but the encouraging eyes and high spirits, unmistakably passed on the message of "good boy, let it go, Daddy supports you".

That's why he dared to agree to the dog's plan, and while recruiting troops and developing military equipment, he used a seal on the secret letter to Batu, and the dog sent people to the far west to conspire to set up the big event of Gui Khan's table.

Why is it that now, the old man has become a muffled gourd?

Detaching is still working hard, and his mouth is turning over and over and over, starting to reminisce from the time he followed Genghis Khan's ass to beat the world, until he has said that today's Great Khan is not in vain, and the Kulitai Conference is in name only, as the patriarch of the Golden Family, if he doesn't stand up, who will stand up?

The truth is one by one, and I am surprised when I get rid of it, when did I become so able to say it?

He didn't realize in his simple brain that this was all the result of the dog's subtle influence every day, and a fool would remember it a thousand times.

He was gushing as the dog sat behind him, watching without saying a word.

"Father, you see, this is Batu's reply to us." He took out the secret letter that the dog had given him just now, and after a while, the incense-scented handwriting on the white paper faded a lot, but it was still legible.

Chijin's cloudy eyes finally opened, and he turned over and sat up, his movements were crisp and neat, not at all like the old dragon bell that an old man of his age should have.

With a snort in his nostrils, he took the letter, read it, and threw it back.

"Little rabbit cub, do you know how many people you brought with you to conquer the capital this time?" He put the elbow of his right hand on the low table in front of him, flicked his wrist, and pointed at the detachment: "Huh? You know? You want to sweat the throne, you don't know this, right? ”

"Huh?"

The dog behind him approached very casually, muttered in his ear, and then opened his mouth to come: "You know, there are 500,000 troops." ”

"Humph!" He exhaled as if it was itchy in his nostrils: "500,000!" Do you know how many kings there are? ”

This time, he didn't wait for his son to answer, but asked himself, and opened both hands in annoyance, and said, "Hundreds of sect kings!" Almost the entire two wings of Mongolia sent their eldest sons with their armies, and the pomp and circumstance of the army was similar to that of the previous two western expeditions, what does this mean? Well? What does it mean? ”

He looked at him and shrunk his head like a parrot and repeated, "Uh, what does it mean?" ”

"It shows that you have not gone away! Naima Zhen is a woman with a strong hand, at least on the surface, most of the nobles still support them. He hated that iron could not be made of steel, and he wanted to knock his son on the head: "How much capital do we have in the Chijin family?" There are still tribes in Mobei who do not have the same heart as us, let alone the vast two-winged Mongolia. If you rebel like this, I'm afraid that my old bones don't even know where they are buried! ”

He knocked his thin hand on the table: "There is no need to mention this, you can stay for me, and don't want to make any moths!" ”

"But...... Batu over there, but it's very sincere......" Tuo Die muttered, unwilling.

"Of course he's sincere." Hu Chijin snorted coldly: "Guiyou's army is pressing, he is under a lot of pressure, if someone stabs Guiyou's knife in the back, Batu will naturally be easier, maybe Guiyou will divide his troops back in anger, and his chances of victory will be greater." ”

"Still." He continued to bang on the table: "Who will be the one who stabbed this person in the back?" Who dares to go against the trend of the times and fight against the whole of Mongolia? I don't dare, do you dare? ”

"...... don't dare, you old man don't dare, and I don't dare to ......," he muttered, and said, "What if Badu wins?" ”

"Win? Haha, win? Hu Chijin seemed to have heard something funny, and laughed twice: "Badu is good, very capable of fighting, he is alone on the way to the west, Ogedei Khan praised him as a soaring eagle in our Mongolia, his khanate is also very large, with a large population and strong soldiers." ”

"But so what? Can his land be bigger than Mongolia? Can he have more people than all of Mongolia? Guiyu Khan can't convince the public, but as long as he can win this battle, he can, who can question him? Who would dare to question him? Therefore, Guiyu Khan is determined to win this time, and the chances of Batu winning are very small. ”

He paused for a moment, showing a sly smile: "Besides, even if he really wins, it's not too late for us to do it again, when the time comes, Helin will be in chaos, no one can take care of anyone, we take the opportunity to raise troops, the distance between Batu and Lin is much farther than ours, then we will take the first step into Helin, convene the Kuritai Conference, get the Khan position, take the lead, Badu Division is unknown, and we will pour the strength of the whole Mongolia to fight against it, why worry about the big thing!" ”

The white beard of the red pound is tossed and turned, the body like dry wood shakes rhythmically, and with the ups and downs of laughter, he is obviously very satisfied with his ideas.

"The prince is bad!"

An uninchable, clear voice rang out in the tent, stopping the night owl's laughter.

His eyes widened as he looked at the dog who was slowly standing up.

"Mr. Li, what do you mean?" Hu Chijin frowned.

"The villain is saying that the prince is wrong, if he really does this, the prince will not be good." The dog stood upright and shook deeply.

"Oh?" Chu Chijin has a different view of this Han man, and it is also a privilege for the dog to dare to speak out in front of his father and son: "You say come and listen." ”

The dog stood with his hands crossed, and said loudly: "The prince wants to wait for the two tigers to fight, there must be an injury, it is best to lose both before picking up peaches, this method is a safe plan, but there must be a premise, that is, the prince's power is huge, so huge that after Batu and Guiyou fight the two tigers to be weak, there is enough strength to become the third tiger, not to be played by others to play this role." ”

"The prince has lived in Mobei for many years, the weather is cold, and the population of the people is much less than that of the king of the south and west of the desert, because of the distance, there are few opportunities to go out to conquer, and the number of slaves obtained and the wealth plundered are not comparable to other tribes, although the villain has obtained some money for the prince for more than a year, but it is also a drop in the bucket, and it cannot help the fundamental, so the strength of the prince is weak, which is a fact."

The dog's words made the faces of the dog Chijin and Dedie a little feverish, but what he said was to the point and could not be refuted, although he was a little embarrassed, he had to continue to listen.

"With this kind of strength, if you want to fight with Guiyou or Batu, or any of the sect kings who are stronger than us, the chance of winning is really slim, so the prince just said that it is really not feasible to wait for the results of the battle between Badu and Guiyou to choose a way to deal with it, if you do that, it is tantamount to seeking skin with the tiger, and in the end it is to make a wedding dress for others, and in the end it is still a clan king, and he has tried his best to make many plans, but he has achieved nothing. Once there is a mistake in the middle, it may be impossible to lose your life, and it is really impossible to pay and gain. ”