In the story of the interpretation, a powerful and capable general will often perform extremely eye-catching in the war, and it is easy to rely on personal martial arts to determine the success or failure of a war. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But this is not the case, when the two armies really clash, it is always the commander's strategy and grasp of all aspects of the time and place that can determine the victory, as for the general's martial arts, at most it is only an auxiliary factor that can improve morale.

So according to the normal situation, although Yang Zhen has an excellent martial arts, it is impossible for him to really dominate a battle. But today, he was stunned by his own ability, and he immediately decided the outcome of this battle of replacing the old and the new on the grassland, which he could not have imagined before, and it was also something that almost everyone present did not expect.

As Yang Zhen restrained his brain, he also put the knife across his throat, forcing those Chahar warriors who were still thinking of stepping forward to stop, and this battle ended.

The Chahar warriors were already demoralized by the destruction of their clan and their own absolute Jediness, coupled with the sudden abandonment of their own patriarch and the result of his eventual capture, each of these events greatly affected their will until they completely collapsed.

"Dangchang!" I don't know who first let go of the grip of the handle, causing the scimitar to hit the ground. Immediately, many Chahars discarded their weapons, knowing that they would inevitably die if they continued to fight, and they could not continue to fight the enemy for reasons that they did not even know what they were.

Seeing this scene, his brain was full of regret at this time, knowing that this was the end, he might as well take his subordinates to fight to the end. In that way, even if he dies, he will die well, and he will be remembered by future generations like a man and a hero. But now, I'm afraid that others will label themselves as running away or cowardly. Moreover, his own Chahar department will also be completely destroyed, and he will no longer have any meaning of existence.

Thinking of this, he was calm, and jerked his neck forward, wanting to kill himself with the knife in Yang Zhen's hand. After all, Big Brain Mao is a generation of heroes, even if he is at the end of his rope, he wants to leave a little dignity.

It's a pity that Yang Zhen was beside him, and when his body moved, Yang Zhen had already expected what he would do next, so he twisted his wrist and let the brain hair hit the back of the knife only on the back, and then, his other hand was raised and slashed down, hitting the opponent's carotid artery, and fainting.

When he quickly finished all this and looked around, he found that the three coalition forces had rushed up and surrounded all the Chahars, even those Chahars around him, and many of them consciously dismounted, threw down their weapons and surrendered.

Now that the battle has been lost, there is no need to struggle. The people of the steppe have always had survival as their first priority, and as long as it is not a certain death, when they are convinced that they cannot win, they will give up resistance and join the victorious side. Even the Chahar people, who have always been proud, made the right choice at this time.

Faced with such a scene, the patriarchs of the other two tribes naturally smiled, and this time, they no longer had to worry about being retaliated against by the big brain and his subordinates. Moreover, after this battle, their prestige will inevitably be great, and they can also gain a lot of benefits from it to enhance the strength of the tribe, which is really a lot of deals.

But Mu Tu didn't pay attention to this victory scene at this time, since the victory was already doomed, why did he bother to see it? His gaze was just fixed on Yang Zhen, who had a big brain, and his expression was very grim.

He also knew that Yang Zhen was not an ordinary person, otherwise he would not have been killed and stranded on the grassland, let alone help himself come up with such an idea. But it wasn't until this time that he knew that Yang Zhen not only had an unusual identity and intelligence, but also a martial arts that was extremely rare. It is not an easy task to be able to kill the brains in front of the big man and capture them alive under the escort of dozens of cavalrymen.

"Who is he? What should I do with him? These two thoughts swirled in Mutu's mind from time to time, but he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

But then, he obviously didn't have time to think about it, because the victory in front of him still needed him to preside over and receive, and when the battle was over, his responsibilities had just begun.

After a few moments, a number of people came to Mutu, wanting to hear what he meant about what to do with the surrendered Chahars, and what they should do next, everything was up to him, the master of the triumvirate, to make the final decision. This made him have to put aside his thoughts about Yang Zhen for a while and start talking according to his previous thoughts......

Yang Zhen also felt the attention from everyone, especially the gaze from the two people, which made him feel strange. One is Mu Tu standing on a high place, and he feels stunned and appreciative in this person's gaze, as well as some more complex emotions. The other gaze came from the side in front of the Chahar camp that was still burning, and Tuta was also looking at him with a strange gaze, but from his barely warm eyes, Yang Zhen couldn't guess what he was thinking. But even so, this is enough to make Yang Zhen vigilant.

With a big brain, Yang Zhen didn't mean to send people out, but just quietly watched the three combined armies celebrate excitedly with a few brothers, and incorporated those Chahar people. By the time everything had settled, it was already dark, and the time had come to about two watches.

Under the light of the blazing bonfire, Yang Zhen and Ge Lehei slowly walked to Mu Tu, and at this time, someone around him had just dispersed, and his face was also a little tired. As soon as he saw Yang Zhen coming, a smile appeared on his face again: "This time it's really thanks to Friend Yang, otherwise if you let your brain hair get rid of it, it will become a big disaster in the future." ”

"The Mutu patriarch is serious, and he is just doing his best. His tribe has been completely annihilated, and even if he can escape with his life, he is afraid that it will not be able to become a climate. Yang Zhen said modestly.

"By the way, dare to ask Brainhair? I still have something to say to him. Mu Tu glanced at Yang Zhen and asked him for someone.

Yang Zhen didn't answer his words, but said: "There is something to ask for here, and I ask the patriarch of Mutu that you can agree." ”

"But what? I've said before that if we can do it, you just have to mention it. ”

"I want to bring my brainhair back, this person will be of great use to me." Yang Zhen was not polite, and immediately put forward his own meaning.

Hearing this, Mu Tu's brows furrowed slightly: "You want to take him back to the Ming Kingdom?" But soon, he smiled a little relieved: "It's not impossible, now that he really doesn't pose any threat to us, and I believe that if he is sent to Mingguo, he shouldn't be able to come back, right?" ”

"Exactly. He owed too many debts before, and I brought him back to pay them with his life! Yang Zhen replied truthfully.

"Then I'll leave him at your disposal." Mu Tu nodded, and then said with some embarrassment: "But there is one thing, I want to ask Friend Yang what he means." ”

"Patriarch, please speak."

"Friend Yang, you are the top person I have ever seen, whether it is wisdom or martial arts, but a talent like you is persecuted in the Ming Kingdom, and you want to be exiled to my grassland, even people like me feel unfair for you. I wonder if Friend Yang has ever thought about creating a great cause with us? Don't worry, as long as you are willing to follow us, I will not treat you as an outsider, and you can even be on an equal footing with me! How is it? After saying this, Mu Tu's eyes looked at Yang Zhen tightly, and his eyes were full of sincerity.

His intention to solicit greatly surprised Yang Zhen, making the latter stunned for a moment. After a while, he smiled bitterly and hugged his fists and said: "Patriarch Mutu values it so much, it's really flattering." But ......" Speaking of this, Yang Zhen shook his head lightly in embarrassment: "My family and friends are all in Daming, if I vote for you like this, I'm afraid that their situation will be dangerous." So I hope the patriarch can forgive me, I can't agree to your request. ”

"Is this the case, it's really a pity...... Mu Tu shook his head with some regret, and then said: "But this is also human nature, Friend Yang doesn't have to say anything sorry." By the way, when are you going to leave here? ”

"Well...... Yang Zhen thoughtfully looked at Mu Tu's square face, which was now a little unpredictable, and said: "My brother was also injured in this battle, so I have to let them heal their injuries before they can set off." ”

"Okay, I'll set up a banquet to see you off then." Mu Tu smiled again, with a lot of regret in his smile.

After Yang Zhen turned to leave, Tuta came to Mu Tu's side: "Can the Mu Tu patriarch mention to him about joining?" And what did he say? ”

"He refused, as you might guess, as a native of the Ming Kingdom, he didn't want to join us. This is also human nature, and his status in the Ming Kingdom is not low. ”

"What about my previous suggestion? Is the patriarch ready to adopt? Tuta's eyes gleamed.

"If a talented person can't be used by me, should he simply destroy it?" Mu Tu said with some hesitation: "After all, he helped me a lot, isn't it too despicable to get rid of him because of this?" ”

"Patriarch, if such a person becomes an enemy of you and me, it will inevitably cause us great damage in the future, so it is better to get rid of him as soon as possible. As for what you mean by meanness, as long as you can achieve great things, what is that? Don't you want to be the next Genghis Khan? Without such a will, he would not have been able to do it. Tuta spoke earnestly.

"This ...... Let me think about it again. Mu Tu frowned, but he still couldn't make up his mind for a while.