Chapter Twenty-Seven: Ten Years of Dust

"As Mr. said!"

Yang Mao's words were reasonable, and the King of Qin agreed in his heart, and immediately, the King of Qin sent Xu Yuanlong to lead a school of archers and cavalry to explore the enemy!

Thirty miles southwest of Zhaoyang, the Golden Horde Batuo took Su He's suggestion as a strategy, and marched generously on the southwest road of the snakehead Busi, except that when Shebule was in the vicinity of the Chara Lake to be the vanguard, he was unfortunately defeated by the Xia cavalry such as Ji Nangong Bao, and the Golden Horde did not encounter the slightest obstruction from the Xia soldiers.

Now that he was about to approach Zhaoyang Town, the bridgehead of Zhucheng in Hexi, the Golden Horde asked Su He again.

"Sorcer, this is about to fight with the Xia soldiers, do you have any suggestions for this king?"

Na Su He wrapped his fur fur, thought for a while, and said: "King, if you want to enter the Hexi Xia Land, you must fight strongly, otherwise, it will be difficult for you to defeat His Royal Highness the King of Qin!" ”

These words obviously have the intention of elevating the King of Qin, and Batuo is very unhappy in his heart, but Su He's next words make Batuo listen to it patiently.

"The king knows very well the origin of the following, compared to the Helan family's flying bear iron horse, the king is attacking, what are the chances of winning? And the Helan family's flying bear iron cavalry is five or five with the Hexi light cavalry of His Royal Highness the King of Qin, so, in the treatment of the strong, the king must do his best to win the victory in a battle, otherwise when he is entangled in a drag war, with the generals under the command of the King of Qin, the brave cavalry of the nine surnamed clans of the king will be defeated sooner or later! ”

After Su He's words, he gave his hand to the top: "The king, I have suffered from the turmoil of the international power struggle, and I know that it is harmful, and now although the nine surname clans are majestic, but the king should understand in his heart, why the nine surname clans are ordered to you, if you can't win the power in a battle, break open the west gate of Daxia, and gallop through the fertile fields of summer, I am afraid that when the king sleeps alone late at night, he must also be guarded left and right, so as to be unexpected!" ”

"Presumptuous!"

Batuo's court warrior Alslen was angry, Su He faced the angry rebuke of the Tartars, stood in place, did not move, and in an instant, Batuo got up, Alslen hurriedly retreated to the side, but his hand was already pressed on the hilt.

"My lord, do you want to slaughter this foreign race who doesn't know how to advance or retreat?"

"Get out!"

The word Batuo landed, Alslen was stunned, and without waiting for Batuo to speak again, Alslen withdrew angrily and stayed in front of the tent.

"You see it so clearly? Aren't you afraid that this king will kill you with a knife? ”

Batuo said coldly, the killing intent was scattered, Su He breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "If the king had been killed, he would not have been saved ten years ago, let alone slowly supported him to the position of a god sacrifice lord like the Sa Witch!" ”

For this, it was the first time that Batuo really hated the person in front of him so much, it seemed that Su He had seen through himself, and the most taboo thing for the superior was to be seen through by his subordinates.

Unconsciously, Batuo pressed the handle of the knife, and when Su He spoke again, the sharp golden knife had been unsheathed, and in the blink of an eye, the blade came out with the wind and landed on the back of Su He's neck, but Su He did not stop talking, and continued to talk to himself!

"King, you saved Zaixia, but you can see through Zaixia's hatred of Daxia, you can use Zaixia's hatred to satisfy your own power and greed, of course, there is one more point..."

Su He slowly raised his head: "You can use the identity of a foreigner to change the alliance election of the nine surname clans, and this eastward entry into Great Xia is your opportunity to implement this plan, of course, you can kill it now, but have you ever thought that under the command of the Great King, in addition to Xia, who else knows more about Daxia, and besides Xia, who else is more worthy of you to abandon casually?" ”

The question of life and death, the king of power, after a while, Batuo put down the blade, and then he laughed out loud: "You are right, you still have use value, so this king will not kill you now!" But you know that you are going to die, why don't you run away, and even more plot against this king everywhere? Isn't this the choice that a wise summer person should have? ”

"Xia people? Hmph..."

Su He sneered, and finally he removed the fur hat on his head, and let a cheek that was devastated by the war disaster leak out: "Great King, the identity of the Xia people was dead ten years ago, and now he is just a walking corpse, and the only purpose of his existence at the moment is to watch the war ravage the homeland of Great Xia, and round the hatred of the Xia, even if the king does not kill the Xia, he will kill himself in the desolate land!" ”

Half a quarter later, the Golden Horde Batuo issued an order to attack the head of the thousand households of the Hu Luge clan Shebule and the head of the thousand households of Abedi Yacha to attack first to lure the enemy Zhaoyang Xia army, in addition, Batuo also issued an order that all the clan leaders could not believe, that is, to appoint the sorcerer Su He as the leader of the clan, and also allocated 5,000 Tartar horsemen from the upper three clans to hand over to the commander of Su He.

"What the hell is the king doing? Actually planted a centaur for that foreign wild man who came from nowhere? What if that guy betrays us? ”

On the way to Zhaoyang, the head of the thousand households of Yacha scolded continuously, but Shebule, who was traveling with him, did not speak, but the line was not average, Shebule suddenly reacted to something, that Yacha looked at Shebule's appearance, and asked: "You old boy, why are you surprised, what do you want to do?" ”

"No... It's nothing! ”

While thinking about it, Shebule actually broke out in a cold sweat in his heart, and that feeling made him even more depressed: "The appointment of Xia people as the leader of the brave cavalry of the Xida Tartar is the first time in the history of the Xida Tartar, since the king of Batuo dares to violate the clan system so much, he will make some big moves....damn it... Drobe is one of the top three surnames, is it possible that I will also be trapped in it? ’

Contemplative, Shebul became more and more disturbed, although he is not a talented person who is strategizing, but he can become the head of the clan of a thousand households, those self-preservation brains are also there, it is this kind of change, so that Shebul has the heart of self-preservation, while Yacha complained, Shebul immediately secretly ordered his slaves, rushed back to the camp of the army of Tarama, informed his son Ji Riduo, immediately integrated the clan soldiers and horses of Tarab's trip, and obeyed the order to mobilize.

At the same time, when Shebule and Yacha were ordered to march to Zhaoyang to explore the battle situation of the Xia army, Xu Yuanlong, the vanguard of the King of Qin, also led a school of archers and cavalry to run

"Newspaper..."

The wind and sand will rise, the sky is dark, standing at the head of Zhaoyang Town and looking at it, the sky in the distance is connected into a piece, so dim that people are blinded, and they can't tell whether it is reality or a dream.

"Your Highness, Xu Xianfeng has already fought with the Tartars in the Yellow Sand Valley twenty miles away!"

Hearing this, King Qin pondered for a moment and said, "Interesting, the Tartars even know how to lead their troops to explore the enemy in advance!" ”