Hearing Li Manzhu's reprimand, Li Gunaha lowered his head, but he still complained in a whisper: "But Ama, how can he Dong Shan actually suppress you." Could it be that the lord of the Korean state is blind and can't see that our Huli Reform Department is the most powerful among the women's direct tribes? ”

"Are you really the lord of North Korea who can't even see this?" Li Manzhu smiled coldly. "It is precisely because he can see that our Jianzhou Guard is far stronger than the Left Guard and the Right Guard, so he will grant the official position of the Privy Envoy of Nadong Mountain. And only let Ama be a small ten thousand households. ”

This time, Li Gunaha finally understood, and slapped his big hand on the iron armor on his thigh, and made a loud sound: "Then the lord of North Korea wants us female straight people to fight in the nest, but Amma, what benefits can they get?" ”

"Hehe, benefits, that's a lot, although my Jianzhou Wei is stronger than the left guard and the right guard, but if they are united, their strength is not much inferior to my Jianzhou Wei. If there is a fight, it will inevitably be a life-and-death situation. If we have the upper hand in Jianzhou Wei, do you think Dong Shan and them will not try to bring in reinforcements? ”

"Hmph, whether they are looking for North Korea, or Daming as the backing, then I will build a state guard, we will be at a disadvantage, we naturally have to find a backer, in this way, we can only split, can no longer be pinched into a fist, at that time, a behemoth like Daming, or disdain us, but the North Korean lord will definitely reach out again."

"Then our Jianzhou women's territory, I'm afraid that it will be regarded as a piece of fat by the Korean lord again." Speaking of this, Li Manzhu sneered. "If he Li Jue'er can't see such a crude and extremely divisive plan, wouldn't he have lived in vain for more than sixty years?"

"What Amma said is that the child is too reckless to even see through such a clumsy trick." Li Gunaha said with a red face and ashamed to Li Manzhu.

"Okay, my son, you are more heroic and warlike than Amma, but if you want to become the successor of Jianzhou Wei, you still need to use your brain more and think more about how we can continue to survive and grow." Li Manzhu smiled not unpleasantly, and Wen Yan comforted his most proud eldest son.

After that, the father and son stood under the low city wall of Jianzhou Weidazhai and whispered about the development of Jianzhou Nuzhi in the future.

“…… Ama has already agreed with Dong Shan and Fancha that in three more days, we will do our best, disguise ourselves as those Mengtars, and raid Fushun, if we can take it, we will have a strong fortress for our female straight people, if we can't do anything. No matter whatsoever, you can't return it. When the time comes, we will also have an explanation on the side of the Korean lord.

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－…… Remember, see the right time, spread the news that the lord of North Korea wants to make heavy profits and induce me to submit to North Korea, so that the people of Daming know, when the time comes, release more than 100 slaves, Ama will show humility to Daming again, and let Daming know that our Jianzhou Nuzhi's heart is towards Daming, understand? ”

"As long as we don't let the Ming Dynasty be ruthless, then, we will be able to have room for maneuver. Daming has always been dissatisfied with the Korean State's interference in Liaodong, as long as we can stand back in time, according to the old man's experience over the years, not only will the Ming Dynasty not punish us, maybe we will also be greatly appeased and rewarded, lest we really turn to the command of the Korean State......"

In the whispered exchange between father and son, the father and son laughed from time to time, echoing above the walls of the Jianzhou Wei Dazhai, and around them, more than 100 fierce and burly female straight warriors held iron swords in their hands and carried longbows, looking contemptuously at the Han Chinese and Korean slaves who toiled in the fields outside the city.

In their eyes, the hands of straight women are only suitable for holding longbows or weapons, and doing agricultural work is only what those weak and bullying Han Chinese and North Koreans should do.

The station of Jianzhou Zuowei, the mansion of Dong Shan, the commander of Jianzhou Wei, welcomed a rare guest, Tongzhi, the governor of Jianzhou Weidu, who is also Dong Shan's own uncle. In the past, Yang Mu Tawu, another female direct leader, gathered many female direct tribes to attack the Jianzhou Zuo Acropolis Walled City, and Dong Shan's father Meng's brother Timur and his brother Agu were both killed in this battle.

Then, Fan Cha and that Dong Shan both wanted to compete for the leader, and even saw each other, and finally because Liaodong Town reported the matter to the court, in the end, the Ming Dynasty ordered to place the right guard of Jianzhou, Fan Cha was the governor of Jianzhou, and Dong Shan inherited the official position of Brother Meng's brother Timur and was the commander of Jianzhou Guard.

It's a pity that after this big change, the Jianzhou Left Guard, who was originally strong in the past, had to split two. Although the hatred between the uncle and nephew has lasted for nearly ten years, because the female Naobarians have to unite under the threat of the Ming Dynasty and North Korea, the grievances have always been like a shadow, hovering in the hearts of their uncles and nephews.

But even if he hated the other party in his heart, at this moment, Dong Shan, who was burly and tall, and the hair on his body was about to catch up with the orangutan exuberant, could only force a smile and open his arms towards Fan Cha, who was walking towards him. "Uncle, you can be regarded as coming, if you don't come again, I will only go to the right guard to visit in person."

"What are you talking about, uncle's place, how can we let our Jianzhou Wei Commander come to visit me, the governor of Tongzhi, hehe." With gray hair and a short body, but between his eyebrows, Fan Cha, who was shrewd and ruthless, strode to Na Dong Shan and patted his nephew's shoulder very affectionately. "Dong Shan, hehe, look at you, you are really strong enough, uncle sees you, and he thinks of himself when he was young."

Hearing this, Dong Shan looked at the uncle in front of him, who was almost a head shorter than himself, and twitched his cheeks without smiling. "Uncle, you are old and strong, hehe, please come in." If it weren't for the combination of the two guards, it would be strong, and the division would be weak, where would Dong Shan be polite to this old guy who dared to rob his father of the power and inheritance left to him, and he had the courage to peel off the skin and light the sky lantern.

After entering the hall and sitting down, Dong Shan didn't bother to make too many politenesses, and directly told Na Fancha carefully about the incident he met when he paid tribute to the Korean lord this time.

After finishing the story, he poured out the bamboo tube like beans when Li Manzhu invited Zuo Wei to send troops to attack Fushun together.

"Uncle, in your opinion, does that old thing Li Manzhu want to make trouble in the back again?" After finishing speaking, Dong Shan stroked his smooth scalp, frowned, and asked Fan Cha, who was squinting his eyes and caressing the eight-character beard.

(To be continued)