Xiao 17 also stood up and gave a salute to leave, but Wu Yan patted him: "You stay and talk to your brother." ”

Little Seventeen opened his mouth and saw that the big tent had not dispersed, so he closed his mouth and sat down beside the eldest brother.

When all the people in the big tent were gone, Wu Yan waved his hand again, waved the butler away, and then ordered the captain of his own guard: "Surround my big tent, and kill anyone within 50 paces of me." ”

The captain of the guard bowed down and obeyed the order, directly drew his waist knife, and the entire tent was surrounded.

Seeing the deployment of the eldest brother like this, Xiao 17 couldn't help but panic, and looked around in a panic, there was no personal soldier by his side, and he was too young to be powerless at all, and even a duck couldn't kill him.

Seeing the frightened little brother, Wu Yan gently patted his knee, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Big brother, big brother, what's wrong with you?" Little 17 was so frightened that he was at a loss, and kept blocking the eldest brother's mouth, hoping that the blood that continued to gush out of his mouth could be blocked by himself.

The captain of the guard, who was standing outside the tent, heard the movement in the big tent and immediately rushed in with his waist knife.

Wu Yan pulled away his little brother's hand, patted him again with relief, and waved at the captain of the guard who rushed in: "Go out, it's none of your business, the two of us brothers will talk." ”

The big tent fell silent again, only Xiao Seventeen whimpered and cried in a low voice, the more this was the case, the more Wu Yan felt relieved in his heart, and patted the little brother's knee again lovingly: "Don't tight, don't tight, I'm just sad that your nephew and those 20,000 elites died, and it would be good if I stabilized." ”

Wuyan originally had seven sons, who died young, died in battle, and was about to die in his twilight years, and his last hope was lost, how could he not let him feel heartache? Even if he is a hero, iron-blooded and ruthless, but when he encounters such a tragic incident, he can't get rid of it, which is human nature.

But now that the situation is chaotic and urgent, even if there is great grief, you must endure and suppress it, especially the second and fifth brothers who have cut off their heirs and peeped into their thrones, they will rise up and fight.

Of course, he was unwilling to lose his life, especially if it was really two brothers fighting for each other, then the fate of his 800 tribes would be irreversible.

After observation, only this little brother can finally let himself die, and at the same time, he can also balance the tribal power of the two brothers who are vying for his position, so as to keep his own people safe.

"Don't cry, Immortal Heaven has already arranged these things, we can't change them, you have to listen to me now."

Little 17 whimpered and stopped his sorrow, and took his brother's hand: "Big brother, I listen to you in everything, just say whatever you have." ”

Wu Yan patted his little brother's hand again with relief: "Now our clan has reached the edge of life and death, I am already dead, and my future throne needs someone to inherit it." ”

Xiao 17 immediately said without hesitation: "The fifth brother is heroic and can be the heir." ”

Wu Yan shook his head bitterly: "Your fifth brother, you are reckless and reckless, in this troubled world, it will bring our people into a situation from which they will never recover." ”

"That second brother is old and steady, and he is worthy of a big responsibility."

Wu Yan shook his head again: "Your second brother is gloomy, if you put the clansmen in his hands, he will immediately eradicate the dissidents, then how many of our remaining 150,000 clansmen will survive in the fire?" ”

Little 17 was a little flustered: "Then who else can take your place and keep the whole clan safe?" ”

Wu Yan grabbed Xiao 17's hand: "You, it's only you." ”

Little 17 pointed to his nose in surprise: "Me? I'm only 15 this year, how can I take on this big responsibility? ”

Wu Yan laughed miserably and said: "You are 15 this year, but I am not old, with my current body, I could have done it for 20 years, but now ten years is still no problem, in these ten years, as long as you listen to my training well, I will solve all the difficulties you face." ”

His gaze suddenly became cold: "Anything that may hinder the development of our clan, I will eradicate it for you." ”

"Don't." Little 17 held his brother's hand tightly, he knew what his brother meant: "I don't want fratricide, I want us to be close to each other." ”

Touched the little brother's head intimately: "My little brother, your head has been taught bad by that Han man, you have to know one thing, our Wuhuan nation is born wolf-like, the Han people's set of things, we can't achieve it here at all, once you really implement the Han people's set of sayings, our nation will disappear." ”

"But—"

Wu Yan stopped the little brother's words: "Don't say any more, for the survival of our tribe, all the evils, my brother will bear it for you, as long as you follow me, study carefully, every move of mine, and wait for ten years before I can hand over this tribe to you with peace of mind." Then he touched his head again: "Go back and think about it." ”

"Yes, brother." Little 17 reluctantly stood up, and after giving a gift to his brother, he slowly regressed and got out of the big tent.

The sunlight outside Dazhang is very dazzling, just coming out of the dim tent, making people feel very uncomfortable, squinting your eyes, after standing here to get used to it, you look back at the tent that has been closed, Xiao 17's childish face, there is a trace of cunning light, fleeting, no one noticed.

Little Seventeen's big tent was not far from the eldest brother's, but he still rode his war horse and hurried back.

His tent is nominally called the Big Tent, but in fact it is just an ordinary Ao Bao, low and dilapidated.

Just like his Ao Bao, the tribe under the jurisdiction of Xiao 17 is actually not big, but it has a population of five or six thousand, and you don't want to be less than 50,000 in Ma, compared with other tribes, it is simply shabby, and it can't be compared with the second brother and the fifth brother.

After dismounting from his horse, he looked left and right, and commanded the mute slave kneeling at the door of the tent: "If anyone approaches, warn immediately." Then he lifted the curtain of the tent and went into the tent.

The tent is impermeable, and there are two butter lamps lit inside, although the light is dim, but the aroma of ghee permeates the tent, giving people a sense of tranquility.

Little 17 stood in the middle of the tent and bowed to a man in the shadows: "The student has seen sir. ”

There was a faint sound of bamboo slips in the shadows, and then a low and calm voice asked, "Can you do what I say?" ”

Xiao 17 hurriedly replied with excitement: "I did exactly what Mr. taught." ”

"The result?"

Xiao 17 couldn't hold back his excitement, and said in a trembling voice: "As Mr. expected, in ten years, this huge tribe will be you and me." ”

A faint smile came out of the shadows: "Little prince is talking nonsense, I'm just a Han person, how can I have a share of this deficiency?" We absolutely believe that this tribe is yours. ”

"I have today, it is all given by Mr., as long as it is mine, it is Mr."

(End of chapter)