In this way, Murong Ke, with the help of the old shaman of the tribe, gradually subdued the hearts of the herdsmen in the tribe.

In just one month, more than 10 similar small tribes were successfully usurped by the released Xianbei captives and the elite soldiers of the system.

Every day, Gongsun Kang checked the number of Xianbei people under his rule. Xiao Jia's timely feedback on everything.

In just one month, the number of soldiers who can be used to select the system has reached a population base of 200,000.

Gongsun Kang hurriedly selected 4,000 Xianbei system armor soldiers, and he knew that the next thing would be the great chaos in the grassland and the great civil strife. The populations and tribes that you can rule can grow or decay. The population is bound to decline dramatically. So hurry up and draw people.

Of these 4,000 elite soldiers, Gongsun Kang did not stay by his side, he sent them to the grassland, sent those medium-sized tribes that were still in the latent stage and had not obtained tribal domination, and helped the fanatical believers there to gain tribal domination.

More than a month has passed. The men sent by the Mo Family Thorn Department have also reached the royal court in Xianbei in the east. It is estimated that observations are being made, and plans for assassination are being developed.

On this night, the moon did not come out, and it was a dark night on the grassland. Dark clouds obscured the stars, howling winds obscured all the noisy and subtle sounds, and the grassland was full of slaughter, and there were no fingers to be seen. In the endless darkness, a team of more than a dozen people is quietly advancing on the grassland like a hungry wolf encircling its prey.

Not far from them, on the endless prairie, dotted bonfires loomed, which was the royal court of the Xianbei people in the east, and also the prey of this group of hungry wolves.

As a typical steppe nomad, the Xianbei people gather around their king during battles, and can summon tens of thousands of people with a single summon. When it was time to rest, they scattered in tribes, leaving the horses to feed on water and grass. The tribal warriors camped in the open air next to burning cow dung bonfires, and only a few nobles carried cowhide tents to protect them from the wind and rain.

As a result, the Xianbei camps were scattered and undisciplined. However, the deployment of the Xianbei royal court camp is still relatively rigorous, not only everyone can rest in the big tent, but also the Xianbei tribe is divided into four large battalions in the southeast, southeast and northwest, guarding the royal court like stars and moons, and the enemy army will suffer from the other three large battalions no matter which direction they attack the royal court.

The group of more than a dozen people was almost at the edge of the Xianbei camp, all of them wearing black night clothes and black scarves covering their faces, like ghosts in the dark night.

"Do you see the biggest, tallest cowhide tent?" Liaodong's fine work said to Han Long.

"I saw it," replied Han Long, a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a resolute voice.

"That's the royal court of our Xianbei King Kebineng!" It turned out that this fine work turned out to be a naturalized Thunder God fanatic believer after being captured 6 years ago.

When Han Long heard the words "Our Xianbei King", he couldn't help but squint his eyes and glanced at the Liaodong connector next to him.

That connector is a system soldier sent by Cao Huachun, who has been lurking on the grassland for two years. He nodded, meaning: This guide can be trusted, it is his own person.

"Can Kebi stay in the royal tent tonight?" Han Long's men asked.

"Yes," replied the servant and guide, "and my own sister was there to serve one of Kobinen's favorite concubines, and in the evening she saw with her own eyes that Kobineng had recruited her own concubine. ”

"Take advantage of the chaos tomorrow and take your sister to Liaodong, Lord Thor will properly settle your family." The connector glanced sympathetically at the guide and said.

"No!" The guide replied respectfully. He also knew in his heart that after King Kebineng was assassinated, the royal court would definitely track him down. No matter what signs can be found, these favorite concubines, slaves, maids, etc. around the king may be killed and buried.

Han Long left the two of them behind, looking at the guide and the connector; At the same time, it is also to meet everyone.

Then seven people, like smoke, floated towards the king's tent in the center.

Without a sound, the seven of them were like ghosts. Bypassed the layers of bonfires, layers of vigil patrol soldiers. No one noticed them.

In front of and on the left and right of the largest cowhide tent, a total of sixteen warriors in leather armor stood, armed with scimitars, and their sharp eyes patrolling the surroundings from time to time.

Han Long's left hand raised a finger, meaning to break through head-on.

All six of his men had owl-like eyes in the dark of night, and could clearly read his gestures.

Seven people took out the blow pin bucket together. It is said that it is a blow needle, but it is actually a spring device, and the range can reach fifty meters.

This is the secret weapon of the Mo family, which is filled with a poisonous needle that seals the throat when it sees blood, and it will die if it is rubbed through the skin, and there is no blood flowing out, the wound immediately coagulated, and no bloody gas comes out. It's a must-have for home travel.

Pressing the spring lightly, without making a sound, the poisonous needle shot into the necks of the seven Xianbei warriors. The Mohists also seem to have unique technology in terms of sound reduction.

Didn't wait for these seven Xianbei warriors to slip. The six men swirled around the tent and shot poisonous needles into the necks of the remaining nine warriors.

And Han Long himself, a master of art, was bold and broke into the big tent alone.

His figure was like smoke, without a sound. As soon as he entered the big tent, two knives slashed at him silently.

It seems that there are still warriors standing guard in the big tent. I really don't know if Kebi can do things with his favorite concubines when they are men and women, they are also watching from the side.

The soft sword in Han Long's hand rippled like water, not only brushing aside the two knives on the opposite side, but also grazing their necks with his hand, drawing a small thin line. Then he didn't pay attention to them anymore, and looked directly at the middle of the big tent.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man with a pigtail was sleeping soundly. Han Long had seen his portrait and was sure that it was him.

Beside Kebineng was a snow-white beauty like a lamb, revealing half a plump white dove, and she was also sleeping.

Both of them were snoring loudly, and it seemed that tonight's battle between men and women had consumed a lot of their physical strength.

Han Long didn't come closer, and took out the blow cylinder again. As soon as he pressed the hook machine, it turned out that Kebineng and his favorite concubine were killed.

There was not a single ray of light in the big dark tent. Han Long held his breath for a moment, confirming that there was no one in the big tent anymore.

Gently stepped forward and cut off Kebineng's head with a knife. Then he lifted the covers and reconfirmed that no one else was there.

Han Long didn't take Kebineng's head, and Gongsun Kang deliberately emphasized that he didn't need Kebineng's head.

With bloody heads, on the reckless prairie, it would be ten times more difficult for Han Long and them to escape!

Gongsun Kang cherishes these talents of the Mo family's thorn department, and doesn't want them to sacrifice for some useless things, so he specially explained.

The biggest role of Kebineng's head is to hang on the head of the city to show off his military exploits. Does Gongsun Kang need this kind of honor? Of course not! What he needs is the entire prairie and the disappearance of the entire Xianbei tribe.

Han Long walked out of the big tent gently, and the six brothers also gathered intact. The whole process takes less than half an hour.

Kebineng, the great hero who commanded the storm and crisscrossed the grassland, died silently and aggrieved.

When Han Long and the others escaped from the king's tent and fled back to Youzhou while evading the pursuit of the Xianbei people on the prairie.

Gongsun Kang is recalling the historical materials of Kebineng, and feels that Kebineng is also a generation of heroes, heroes of different races.

Kebineng was originally a small tribesman in Xianbei, because he was brave, fair in law enforcement, and not greedy for money, so everyone elected him as the leader. Because this tribe is close to the border fortress, since Yuan Shao occupied Hebei, many Han people in the Central Plains fled to Kebineng. Kebi was able to teach them how to use weapons, and at the same time he himself learned a lot about the Central Plains culture. Therefore, he commanded his subordinates and imitated China. Go out hunting, hold high the military flag, and beat the drum as a password to advance and retreat. During the Jian'an period, Kebi was able to pay tribute to the imperial court through Yan Rou.

The subordinates under his command are law-abiding and quite powerful in combat. Since Cao Cao's northern expedition, he has paid tribute to the Cao clan to express his allegiance. By the time of Emperor Wen of Wei, he was able to be crowned as the king of righteousness. Later, when Bineng carried out the war of tribal unification, he was heavily hit by the intervention of Wei, so he presented a letter to Wei Huaier and Emperor Wei to show loyalty to paralyze Wei Court and make him relax his vigilance.

Kebineng's power was strong, and he controlled more than 100,000 horsemen. For the harm to the Wei border. Every time the money is slightly rich, Kebi can distribute it openly and transparently, so it has the death force of the people, and the adults of all the departments are in awe.

"Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms": "Hou Xianbei Lord Kebi can copy Yu Qundi, collect the hometown of the Xiongnu, from Yunzhong, east of Wuyuan to Liaoshui, all of which are Xianbei Court. Several offenses are smitten and bitter. Tianyu has the siege of Macheng, and Bi Rail has the defeat of Shanbei. In the green dragon, the emperor listened to Wang Xiong and sent a swordsman to stab him. Then the seeds are scattered, invade each other, the strong flee, and the weak please obey. It is the border and the poor peace. ”

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms": "Be brave and strong, break the law and be even, and not be greedy for money."

(End of chapter)