It's cold! Gusong wrapped the tiger skin tightly and retreated back into the tent.

He is very afraid of the cold, when his father was in the past, he showed his senseless side everywhere, the successor of a tribe, he must have the courage to face everything, he is afraid that he will be eliminated.

Now that the news of Gen Chibu has arrived, the old ghost and the dead ghost brother are no longer a threat to him, and his true form has been revealed.

Gu Song was very disdainful, what kind of goods were the women Wu Litu was looking for, he played one or two, and he didn't have much interest, so he handed it over to some meritorious people below and let them toss.

In the past two days, he has been thinking about one thing, the Han army is fighting with the Murong Tribe, as one of the few tribes around, what kind of attitude the Gusong Department should show.

If you make your own move, you can transfer the internal contradictions, the war will make the Xianbei people's blood boil, and victory can increase your bargaining chips to stabilize the entire tribe.

The key is who should be pressed on this bargaining chip, Murong Bu grabbed food back then, and forcibly snatched a lot of the territory that originally belonged to his own tribe, causing the people to often complain that they couldn't go to Grass Valley.

If you really want to go to the territory of the Han people, you must either pass through the Aji Department in the southeast, or pass through the places in the southwest that used to belong to your own tribe but are now Murong Tribe.

For this reason, when Uhe was alive, he was not less criticized by the nobles of some tribes.

Once, there was a tentative war between the two tribes, the Wuhe tribe was defeated, and the fierceness of the Murong family made Gu Song remember it vividly, until he saw the Zhao family's trilogy.

When he was a child, he was still very young, but as he grew stronger, he realized that there was such a thing as channeling in the world.

Not only did the old ghost dig out his mind when he didn't die, he wanted to find a home to learn, but after Gu Song stabilized the situation of the tribe a little, he was also trying to find a way, but all the news came again and again was disappointment.

Don't think about the Han people's channeling technique, although the combat effectiveness of the bone pine is average. But his vision is not bad, in his eyes, those leading generals of the Han people definitely have guidance skills.

Although Murong is powerful, at most about the same as a pomegranate, it cannot be compared with Zhang Fei, Huang Zhong and others who appeared later.

"Lord!" Hedu's voice came in.

"Uncle, what are you doing politely?" Gu Song flicked the charcoal in the basin and didn't raise his head: "You had a good night last night, right?" ”

In the past, he picked several women in Wu Litu, and it is said that there is a spring snack every night these days.

"My subordinates are old. For the brothers below. Hedu snorted, and rubbed the mud stains on his boots on the carpet after entering the door: "Many brothers want to go to Murong Department to make a little money." ”

What are the better brothers? Gu Song was disdainful in his heart, didn't he just tell him that he had a legendary channeling technique in the Murong Department?

Hedu's sons are almost adults, and their combat power in the clan is not very outstanding, if there are no other factors, they will be similar to themselves in this life, relying on flattery to ensure their power.

"Isn't that right?" Gu Song pretended not to care: "The rule on the prairie, when the Han people attack us, no tribe is allowed to attack the tribe. Otherwise, it is the crime of extermination. ”

"Lord, when the Murong tribe grew from a small tribe to today, the tribes that have offended are unknown." Hedu pouted: "Even the great king doesn't know who they have enemies with." ”

"But Shenbu is now giving his daughter to Prince Helian as a concubine, and he has been looking for a chance to take revenge."

Oh? Gu Song pursed his lips and smiled: "But the relationship between the deep part and our department is not good." ”

"My subordinates know that there are several small tribes who have defected from the deep part of the country." Hedu smiled and said: "Although they are separated from the deep part, they have a lot of complaints about not saving them when they saw death." ”

In fact, Gu Song knew very well about the headless public case back then. Several small clans who had just taken refuge in the Murong Department wanted to make meritorious contributions in front of their new masters. Without hesitation, I chose but deep.

The high-end combat power of the Murong Department is obvious to all, and no tribe dares to start a war lightly, God knows if it will make a move here. The Murong Department over there will call right away? But the messenger who received a call for help in the depths hummed and passed.

As a result, the beaten tribes had no choice but to take refuge in the Ukh tribe in the east.

"Do it well," Gu Song took off his tiger fur, "the sooner the better, I'll follow." ”

It's no wonder he doesn't go to such a thing. If the channeling technique is found, those people hide it or simply take it away, and the new bone pine part will lose a lot of money.

Where Murong was originally in the Xianbei Mountains, no one paid attention to it at all, mainly because they were too inconspicuous before.

And whether it is Xianbei Mountain or Wuhuan Mountain, it is said to be a mountain range, the area is not very large, and the weak water coast with abundant water and grass is occupied by large tribes, and even the king of Xianbei, Tanshi Huai, was only born in a small tribe before he made his career.

Over the years, the Royal Court of Danhan Mountain has been very protective of small tribes, and has wiped out several large central tribes that have been annexing with the power of thunder, so that some tribes with ideas have temporarily died down.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful the high-end combat power of the Murong Department was, it would have been wiped out by the wolf-like Xianbei tribe long ago.

It can be said that among all the tribes bordering the Han people, the Murong tribe is the mildest, and the tribe that was once the enemy of the late Liaoxi Taishou Zhao Bao had nothing to do with them, and was later exterminated by them.

The Murong tribe occupies a large area in the south bordering the Han Chinese, and their base is in a place called Tiger Peak.

Back then, Tanshi Huai led the Xianbei army to this area, not only killing wild boars to improve food for the common people, but also killing a lot of tigers for the nobles to play with their furs.

Three pigs and one tiger, these two animals are relatively ferocious, the thin three wild boars dare to challenge the king of beasts tiger, its combat effectiveness can be imagined.

Now, there is only one name left in the Wild Boar Ridge, but there is still a tiger on the Tiger Peak, which was deliberately left by the people of the Murong family, and their descendants have achieved cultivation and have to fight the tiger, but they are not allowed to kill.

However, there are not many tigers left, and the year before last they counted that there were only eight newborn tigers.

Fortunately, the Murong family was very generous to them, and deliberately abandoned some live livestock in the tiger's activity area in winter, so as not to let them starve to death, the king of the dead animal forest would not eat it, even if it starved to death, he would not touch it.

Today is the day of herding livestock again, and the two children of the Murong family shrank their necks and looked at the silent forest with their heads probed, for fear that a tiger would come out.

During the trial, the elders of the family followed, and they went alone to fight against a tiger, and both of them were a little stunned.

"Brother Guang, listen, what's the sound?" A teenager looked alarmed.

"Is it a tiger?" Brother Guang is less daring than him, and he wants to run when he pulls his legs.

"It's not!" The boy shook his head and listened carefully.

He suddenly turned his head, oh my God, the army of black oppression is coming, it must not be from his own tribe.

"Enemy attack!" His cry was terrible, wafting over the Murong Department at noon. (To be continued.) )