The Han army camp was boiling, because their commander Zhao Meng led people to rush to the camp, and in full view of everyone, he created a miracle.

Those rescued Han slaves, as soon as they arrived at the barracks, it was as if they had received some kind of order, and they knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, never thinking that they would one day return to their own land.

Zhao Meng waved his hand and asked the onlookers to leave quickly, today's incident made these guys a little carried away, and they even forgot about discipline, and they had to practice hard.

"Send them to the bath," commanded Xi Zhicai, "burn everything they wear." ”

I have to say that following Zhao Yun, he stole a lot of things, such as those inexplicable words, what bacteria, what infection, and if you don't understand it, you will memorize it in your heart.

In addition to the soldiers who were monitoring the perimeter of the camp, the Han army began a new day of training.

However, they came today more diligently than ever. The handsome Marquis Zhao, no one has heard of it before, really Zhao Meng, a descendant of the Zhao Kingdom, who is that?

Today, everyone knows that our handsome man is a person with real skills.

Fighting behind such a coach is an honor and a responsibility, if your training is not up to par, then you will not have your own share in the fierce battle, you can only defend the camp.

"Uncle, the Xianbei people have moved." Xi Zhicai had only been paying attention to the one hundred and one warriors at first, and when he saw them come back unharmed, he threw himself into a new busyness.

When everything was arranged, he began to look around again.

After practicing the channeling technique, his body was unconsciously strong, his ears and eyes were clear, and he didn't need to look back to know who was coming.

"If they don't have an advantage in high-end force, they have only one way to besiege." The armor on Zhao Meng's body has not been taken off.

Murong Xianbei was ruthless, they hadn't moved for so long. Allowing the Han army to set up camp on the edge of their own territory was overwhelming, and almost all the people who could fight in the entire tribe were brought over.

Yes, Murong Huai felt that the tribe had reached a bottleneck today, and he needed more territory and more power.

though the king did not see even those whom he had sent. But on the grassland, it has always been the fist that has the final say.

The so-called poor literature and rich martial arts, the cultivation of the guidance technique is simply a bottomless pit, which almost bankrupt the once small tribes.

Fortunately, their ancestors survived and have been growing silently, and when it came to Murong Huai's generation, it was even more opportune to catch up with the good time and expand rapidly with the conquest of the King of Xianbei.

Historically. The Xianbei people fell apart after the death of Tanshi Huai, although they did not let the Huns take another step beyond the thunder pool, but the background was too thin, and no one could really provoke the leader's beam.

The Murong Department, as well as the adjacent Wuhe Department, have been digesting internally in the past few years because of the rapid expansion.

"Father, if we come out of the nest, aren't we afraid that Old Uhe will take the opportunity to beat us from behind?" Murong was scared. Seeing Zhao Meng's martial arts, he had the intention of retreating in his heart.

In the battle for turf. No matter how strong their tribe's high-end force is, it is still no match for those tribes that were strong before, such as the Uhe tribe, although it is a medium tribe, the territory and manpower have reached the size of a large tribe.

Almost all of the areas occupied by the Murong tribe bordered the Han Chinese. Close to the southern panhandle.

However, in the central and western parts of their territory, they were all small tribes, and they had no ability to attack at all, even if they knew that the Murong tribe was now just an empty shell.

Ukhbe is different. Old Uhe has been working on the integration of the easternmost side, and once it is completed, it is estimated that it will launch an attack on the position of the eastern lord, and no one wants to pay tribute to it all the time.

"Ukhbe?" Murong Huai smiled indifferently: "They have just experienced the pain of losing Wuhe and Wu Litu, and even if Gu Song'er temporarily grasps the power, it will take time to integrate." ”

"Besides, if you really want to attack our backs, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to raise your head on the grassland?"

Yes, the people on the steppe don't like intrigues, wars with the Han people, it's already wrong not to help, you can wait and see.

It can be said that if there is a tribe that has a praying mantis to catch cicadas now, regardless of whether the sandalwood is willing or not, it has to order other tribes to attack it and exterminate the tribe that hurts people behind it.

"The boy is a good master of intrigue himself, and what he is most worried about is that once he leaves, the rest of the tribe will follow suit, and when he returns, the tribe will change hands again."

Murong Injury didn't speak, because he was really frightened, and the Wuhe tribe, which had friction with his own clan, became like this? I had never heard of such news.

Obviously, in the clan, it is the father who seems to be amiable in front of him who is in charge.

He originally thought that if his father went down to fight Zhao Meng based on righteous indignation, he would definitely not be able to defeat him, so wouldn't he be able to take over the tribe if he died?

Intelligence system! Murong hurt a clever person, and the people on the grassland don't pay attention to intelligence, but the Murong family has accepted the Han family for generations, and no one knows the dead in the family except for the patriarch.

Seeing his son's somewhat closed eyes, Murong Huai didn't speak, this kid didn't knock down, he always thought that the conspiracy was not good.

The entire tribe is only 200,000 people, and it is said that the number of people who control the strings is ten to one, which is a very healthy ratio.

The Murong Department brought more than 50,000 people this time, encircling the entire Han military camp and the hill to the south.

But those Han people didn't seem to have the slightest awareness of being besieged, which made Murong Huai scratch his head a little.

"What's the latest information from the scouts?" His voice was not high, and he was a little tired.

"My lord, not at the moment, it is estimated that Liaoxi County is preparing us to fight them." It was the concubine of the Murong family who spoke, and he didn't even have a name, and was only responsible to the patriarch.

Murong Huai stopped talking, he kept standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the Han army camp for a moment.

Because he was also thinking about what to do if he encountered such a situation, obviously, it was to break out.

But the Han army did not have an advantage in terms of strength, and most of them were foot soldiers, as long as they left the camp, they would face endless pursuit.

It is even possible to let the Murong Department go away and take the opportunity to occupy one or two counties.

Of course, despite seeing how to govern in the classics, the Murong Tribe, strictly speaking, is a grassland tribe, and it has no practice of managing the agricultural domain at all, and finally has to withdraw.

He thought a lot, if the Xianbei King Tan Shihuai knew that his tribe could actually invade the Han land, how would he position the Murong tribe at that time.

"Virtuous nephew, since the matter has been settled, let them besiege it." Zhao Meng glanced lightly at Murong Huai on the top of the mountain opposite, and turned to go down.

"It's windy outside, Uncle knows that you have cultivated the channeling technique and are not afraid of the wind and cold, try not to get sick." He said as he walked down.

"Uncle, in fact, the little nephew is worried about Zilong." Xi Zhicai followed behind him: "Speaking of which, his task is the heaviest. ”

"Yun'er has had an idea since she was a child," Zhao Meng couldn't help sighing: "But how can you win a big victory without taking risks when you fight?" ”

It's not that he's hard-hearted, his own son, and it's false to say that he doesn't worry. However, he is the head of an army, and he has to consider the overall situation of the war.

As for the sneak attack of the Murong Ministry, it can only be said that hehe, there are various traps in every direction, and if they want to try, they will fill it with human lives. (To be continued.) )