A Han servant brought breakfast, the beef had just been cut, and it was in the big tent anyway, and it looked like it was still steaming.

"It's you Han!" Murong Huai slapped him: "Did I Murong Xianbei provoke you?" Pitched tents on our territory for no reason. ”

The Han servant woman didn't speak, but didn't listen to kowtow on the ground, and trembled with fright.

Murong hurt his eyes and said softly: "Go down, I didn't tell you Han people not to come in." ”

His father, Murong Huai, was still angry, and he couldn't imagine why his eldest son, who had always been very discriminatory against the Han people, suddenly improved.

"Father, my son came up with an idea." Murong Hurt's eyes rolled and looked around.

"Go down, all of you." Murong Huai was a little puzzled, but he still waved his hand and asked the left and right to retreat.

On the issue of the heir of the tribe, he has always been a little hesitant, it is said that Murong Injury is the eldest son, whether it is martial arts or prestige in the tribe, he has nothing to say.

However, Murong Huai thought that he would not lose his eyes when looking at people, he always felt that his eldest son's heart was too ruthless and vicious.

As a tribe of the Xianbei people, the Murong tribe is not very strong, except for high-end force, compared with other tribes, there is no advantage.

If Murong Huai succeeds to the throne, Murong Huai thinks that it is a question mark whether his children can survive besides him.

It can be said that the tribe is now on the rise, and the heirs also need to have a broad mind in order to lead the clan to grow step by step. If you kill all of them, do you rely on the people below to go to war?

"Say it," Murong Huai sighed: "Hurt son, when my father named you Hurt, I asked you to hurt people instead of killing people." Immortality has the virtue of a good life, and excessive killing cannot solve the problem. ”

"Remember, child." Murong looked sad, he understood that this was his father beating him, and the expression on his face remained unchanged: "Father, haven't you ever thought about letting the Han people charge forward for us?" ”

"Han Chinese?!" As soon as Murong Huai's words came out, he understood what he meant.

He looked at his eldest son with a somewhat complicated expression. He was still so respectful in front of himself that he didn't even raise his head.

Supposedly, in the steppes against enemy tribes, everyone fought knife to gun, putting the unarmed people at the front of the ranks, which was despised by the other tribes.

Back then, there was a tribe that, in order to fight against Zhao Bao, the Taishou of Liaoxi, captured his mother and wife and called for war in front of the battle.

Afterward. The tribe still failed to please him, and the Xianbei people did not despise his behavior, and they were found by Genchibe to find a reason to destroy the clan, a lesson from the past.

"Is Father worried about what other tribes think?" Murong still had his head down, and he talked eloquently: "The Han people and us are feuding, either we die or they die." ”

"Actually, back then, Genchibe was just to expand its territory, not that the tribe did something wrong."

"Between the Han people and us, we do everything on the battlefield. Those rumors. After the child investigated, it was all transmitted from the roots. ”

"You go ahead and do it." Murong Huai was still a little uncomfortable in his heart, took out the jade wrench finger from his arms, and thought about it and gave it to him: "I'm tired of my father, rest for a while." ”

Regardless of whether the Xianbei people acted or not, the Han officers and soldiers ate breakfast in an orderly manner, and those soldiers who stood on high places. looked at the unlucky Xianbei who was still wailing on the ground.

"Not good!" Suddenly, a soldier noticed that the Xianbei people seemed to have received some kind of order, and they all retreated, and a large group of unkempt Han slaves were driven over.

In the snow, the men were barefoot. Shivering in the cold wind, his eyes darkened. Seeing this, Zhao Meng's heart was stuffed.

"Murong Huai, what do you mean by this?" He was furious: "These unarmed Han people themselves were captured by you and others with weapons and our land. ”

"Hehe, you can't protect your own people, how can you blame us?" Murong smiled proudly: "Lord Zhao, that's right, this batch of Han people is for you, do you want to take care of yourself." ”

His skill is almost close to that of a third-rate martial artist, the highest among the brothers, although it is not as clear as Zhao Meng, but it can also be heard by both the enemy and the enemy.

There were many Han people who might have been arrested as newcomers, and when they heard Murong's words, they ran wildly and ran towards the Han army camp.

Unfortunately, they could never come back, only to see the Xianbei people behind shoot arrows one after another, and those who were hit by the arrows were still struggling to move forward until they fell to the ground.

Only then did the two sides discover that the man who ran to the front was a thin man who was holding a two- or three-year-old child in his hands, and he had already been hit by two arrows in the back.

Suddenly, he paused on the ground, and his hands weakly let go of the son in his arms.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you?" The child's cry was terrible: "Take me back, I'm going to see grandpa." ”

Poor boy, he didn't even know that on the day they were taken captive to the Xianbei tribe, all the members of the family were dead, and only father and son were left.

When his mother was about to be **** by Xianbei people, she bit her tongue and died, and the only one in the family who is still alive is him.

His father didn't move, and Zhao Meng could see those eyes full of anger, and his fingers might not know if they were broken or what was going on because of his labor, and they were a little crooked, pointing to the south.

"Child, you go forward," Zhao Meng's voice reached his ears: "Later, we will send someone to pick up your father, don't go to those bare places." ”

If it is too complicated to explain to a child, they will not understand, and Zhao Meng, who is already the father of several children, understands this truth very well, so he tries to be as short and clear as possible.

The boy looked around, not knowing who was talking to him.

The Han people in the back, one by one, their eyes were fixed on the young figure, only to see him get up and walk forward firmly.

They also wanted to run, but unfortunately, they saw more than a hundred and so corpses on the ground, some of them were still convulsing, but they couldn't move their feet, so they could only pin their hopes on the child.

Zhao Meng's skills have reached the top level, even the top martial artists are almost the same, he is engrossed at the moment, sending the voice to the child's ears, directing him to move forward step by step.

The Han soldiers, those who were in the tent, also heard that a kidnapped child was slowly walking towards the tent.

The perimeter of the big tent is towering, and the military camp is a small dock fort, when it was first built, it was to meet the battle of the Xianbei people.

The soldiers on the edge of the tent, their eyes were not instantaneous, and when they looked at the young figure, they could clearly see that the little feet were covered with frostbite.

The child walked too slowly, but fortunately there was no one to disturb him on the way, and he finally reached a position about fifteen zhang away from the big tent.

The soldiers on the account wall breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, two arrows came from behind, one to the back of the child's heart, and the second to the head, the tip of which pierced through the door of the head. (To be continued.) )