"Please ask Yang Zilu, the chief of the Nine Kui Tribe, to come out and see him!" The man on horseback below shouted loudly.

"It's Chan Limeng!" The black bear, who had seen the person clearly, reminded softly in Yang Zilu's ear.

"I'm Yang Zilu!" Yang Zilu nodded when she heard this, leaned out half of her body from the corner tower, and answered in a majestic voice.

Chuan Li Meng raised his head and looked at Yang Zilu who was high up, and he hated this feeling. This gave him a feeling of being trampled on by Yang Zilu, but thinking of the purpose of his trip, Chan Limeng had to endure this uncomfortable feeling aggrievedly, and he didn't want to ruin a big deal because of this.

"I am the birthman of Limeng!" Shan Limeng said loudly.

"I know! Produce Limeng, if you have something to say, let it go, don't grunt here! Like a wild boar that can't find food! Yang Zilu showed a touch of disdain and mocked.

When Sanli Meng heard this, anger flashed in his eyes, but he still endured it and said sharply: "Yang Zilu, if you surrender now, the position of deputy patriarch of the Sanli clan is yours!" Our previous grievances have been written off! ”

The ridicule in Yang Zilu's eyes was even stronger, but he also admired it a little, and he didn't know anything, at least he also knew that for the defenders of the city, the best thing was to shake his mind. Now that Yang Zilu can surrender, he may guess that he will refuse, but if the battle is fierce or out of disadvantage, he can let his fighting spirit loose and think of surrendering.

Yang Zilu was resolute, shook his head and said, "What a stupid pig!" Who are you? Murderous surname! Not to mention attacking my Jiukui Department for no reason, because there is no food, I am angry with the innocent Shanyue people! I, Yang Zilu, would rather die than surrender to you, the kind of person who is destroyed by heaven and earth! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Nearly half of the people on the city wall were attacked by the Sanli tribe and the Haiyan tribe, and their relatives died at the hands of the Shanyue people of the Sanli tribe and the Haiyan tribe, and even many of them almost died in it. The rest of the people had to leave their homes because of the two clans in order to seize the food, and took refuge in the Jiukui tribe.

Among them, especially the Sanli tribe, the Haiyan Department also has half of the grain left, and they still take care of a few points when looting. But the Sanli tribe is different, their grain was almost burned by Yang Zilu, and even if there was not much left. In order to obtain food in a short period of time, they can be said to do everything they can.

Now seeing the appearance of the so-called enemies, everyone is murderous at this moment. After hearing Yang Zilu's words, the war spirit and hatred became even stronger.

It seemed that the heavens felt a cold killing intent, and Yang Zilu saw a snowflake slowly drifting down from the sky like a holy goose feather. As if echoing the murderous intent that rushed to the sky.

The corners of Yang Zilu's mouth curled up, revealing a smug smile. He muttered softly, "God help me!" ”

Unlike Yang Zilu, Meng Limeng's face changed greatly, and he didn't expect that the first snow of winter would fall at this time. But he was not happy, but very entangled. Now he seems to be standing at a fork in the road, facing a dilemma. One is to continue the attack, and the other is to lead the troops to retreat now. Otherwise, the heavy snow would block the road, and he would not be able to walk if he wanted to.

But if he continues to attack, then he must capture Jiukui City in a short time, otherwise he will sleep in the cold and snowy wilderness, and he will not know how many people will die of cold at that time. The next day, the army definitely collapsed.

The chief of the Haiyan Department came to the side of the Chanli Meng, looked at the slowly falling society, his face was a little pale, and said, "Chanli Meng, what should I do now?" If you don't retreat, I'm afraid you won't be able to go again! ”

When Zhanli Meng heard this, he kept slandering in his heart: This Haiyan Department is naturally not as big as the great cause of my Sanli family, and besides, half of the grain you saved, we will burn it completely. If you don't capture the Nine Kui Tribes and get their food, this winter will be difficult.

As soon as Meng Li gritted his teeth, he said, "Attack!" ”

A flash of color flashed in the eyes of the chief of the Haiyan Tribe, and he immediately covered it up, shook his head with a regretful expression and said, "Forget it, if you can't attack the Nine Kui Department today, I don't know how many people will die of cold tonight!" Let's retreat! ”

A flash of annoyance flashed in his eyes, he knew that the chief of the Haiyan Department was not unwilling to attack, he was taking the opportunity to threaten. But even if he knew that Sanri Meng had to give in, he gritted his teeth and said, "This time, the loot will be divided into five or five!" ”

When he said this, he felt that he was not talking, but cutting meat. Originally, they said that they would divide the account by six or four, and the extra one percent did not know how many supplies there were!

The chief of the Sea Salt Department rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, but this place will be owned by my Sea Salt Department in the future!" ”

Chuan Limeng was already too lazy to care, and nodded happily: "Okay!" From now on, this place will belong to your Haiyan Department! ”

"And ......" Seeing that Limeng agreed so happily, he couldn't help but think about it.

Sanli Meng immediately interrupted the other party's words and said viciously: "Okay! Don't give an inch to your Haiyan Department, I have already given up enough benefits from the Li clan. Don't make everyone fall apart! Besides, do you want to be cheap Yang Zilu? ”

Speaking of Yang Zilu, the chief of the Haiyan Department also flashed a hatred, and the biggest hatred of Chanli Meng towards Yang Zilu was that Yang Zilu burned all the grain of the Chanli clan. But the biggest hatred of the Haiyan chieftain for Yang Zilu was not that Yang Zilu burned half of the grain in the Haiyan Ministry. Instead, Yang Zilu killed the son of the chief of the Haiyan Tribe.

The chief of the Haiyan tribe is in his fifties, basically unable to have children, and his only son was born to him seven years ago. The old man has a son, and he naturally loves his son, so he is afraid of falling in his hand and afraid of melting in his mouth. I originally wanted to let my son take over in the future, but I didn't expect to die in the raid of the Nine Kuibu. Otherwise, the chieftain of the Haiyan tribe would not choose to attack the Jiukui tribe with the Sanli tribe. It must be known that their food is barely enough, and in the end, the war will require death and risk, but it is precisely because of this that he was so active in asking for more distribution of benefits just now, so as to stop the opposition within the Haiyan Ministry.

"They'll regret it soon!" Yang Zilu looked at the alliance forces of the two clans that were preparing to attack the city, and there was no trace of the progress of the battle in his heart, and said with a sneer.

"Some people don't touch their heads and break the blood, they don't know the cruelty of reality! I also think I can get away with winning! Kan Pingtian said with a sense of understanding.

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