"Do you take it?"

When Li Xuan asked this sentence with the attitude of a victor, the Wuhuan warriors could no longer have the slightest anger or resistance, and the strong are respected, which is the eternal truth on the grassland.

"Wuhuan warriors, willing to gamble and lose, from today on, Jutu is willing to serve the general!" Some faint voices became extremely clear in the silent sea of people.

Ju Tu shook his head and stood up, and glanced at the ten dead companions with some sadness, these ten companions were the ten strongest warriors in the Wuhuan clan, but in the face of that tower-like Han general, he didn't even have the slightest strength to parry, this result was unacceptable, but he had to accept it, surrendering to the strong was not a humiliating thing on the grassland.

"It's done!" Looking at Ju Tu who staggered to his feet, behind Li Xuan, Zhou Yi, Huang Rong, and Yue Fei couldn't help but smile slightly, as Ju Tu said this, these 20,000 Wuhuan warriors would become the most loyal vassals of Dragon City, and they were also the most powerful force in Li Xuan's hands so far.

"Good!" Li Xuan nodded with satisfaction, his gaze swept over Ju Tu's body, and said loudly: "Now, General Ben will give you another chance to prove that you are not bears and soft eggs, pick up your weapons, follow General Ben, and take back the glory you belong to the warriors!" ”

Such words, if put in the past, any Wuhuan warrior will scoff, but now, the ten strongest warriors in this group of people were defeated by a Han army, the strength of the Han army has deeply shocked this group of unruly grassland knights, the weak eat the strong, the strong are respected, from the other hand, it can also be understood as bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, we can't beat the strong, so follow the strong to bully other weak people.

"Follow the general to the death." Ju Tu turned on the horse. Someone picked up his mace and handed it to him, his eyes swept over Shan Xiongxin, and he suddenly raised his arms and shouted wildly.

"Roar, roar, roar~" The Wuhuan warriors who were about to go out were rampant with a wild atmosphere, and the originally low morale was also swept away. Instead, there are a pair of eager and greedy eyes.

"Let's go!" Li Xuan waved his hand, Shan Xiongxin rode his horse to Ju Tu, glanced at Ju Tu, and suddenly grinned: "I can survive, yes, I will follow Shan in the future and be my deputy general." ”

A headless sentence, but Ju Tu understood what he meant, for this Han man who defeated or even almost killed him with a wave of his hand. But there was no slightest contradiction, only the slightest awe and excitement, whipping the horse, riding the horse and following behind Shan Xiongxin.

Twenty thousand Wuhuan Erlang followed behind Li Xuan, with the hope and desire to redeem the glory of the warriors, and stepped into the unknown battlefield.

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Jin Lianchuan, go to the Jin tribe

Since a few days ago, Liucheng Wuhuan was destroyed. After the 30,000 Wuhuan army led by Qiu Liju was surrendered by Kebineng, he served as the patriarch of the Qujin tribe. It's been a lot of pressure lately.

It was the first time that the Han people had built the city on top of the outside of the fortress, and the courage of the Han military generals was obviously very different from the Han people they had encountered in the past.

Of course, no matter how strong Dragon City is, it has nearly 100,000 herdsmen under its control. For the Qujin tribe that occupies a place like the Golden Lotus River and other places with abundant water and grass, it is not a threat, but what really worries the patriarch is the unprecedented strength of Kebineng, who has gained Qiu Liju's 30,000 Wuhuan elites. The fertility of the Golden Lotus River is no less than that of the Hetao, and it is naturally a place that is eyed by everyone, if it were not for the patriarch of the Jin tribe who had followed the sandalwood acacia and made great contributions, it would be impossible to occupy this fertile grassland.

It's just that now, the era of Tanshi Huai has long passed, and today's leader, the son of Tanshi Huai, and even the position of the leader, are all puppets pushed out by those careerists on the grassland, and how much help can they bring to the tribe?

It's just that the Qujin tribe is strong now, so no one dares to provoke it, but this is only temporary, there is no eternal strong man on the grassland, and the Qujin tribe that has lost the protection of the royal court is gradually weakening.

And what made him even more frightened was that Kebineng, a neighbor, since he was given to the Dugu tribe and allowed to develop alone, this Kebineng, in just one year, has developed a tribe to the point where it is enough to threaten the Qujin tribe, and now, he has obtained the 30,000 Wuhuan elites of Qiu Liju, and may now have the ability to attack the Qujin tribe! This discovery made the patriarch of the Jin tribe even more worried.

"If it doesn't work, it's like the surrender of the Southern Huns." Looking at the tent overhead, the patriarch thought that the power or national concept of the grassland people is usually relatively weak, although the sandalwood locust was to make the Jin tribe once to glory, but now, the majestic sandalwood locust is no more, and the remaining Helian has no ability to help himself protect this territory and the clansmen, so he can only ruthlessly abandon him and find a stronger master to shelter again, and the Southern Xiongnu is obviously also a good choice.

"Patriarch, Kebineng has sent an envoy to see the patriarch." A warrior came to the old patriarch who was thinking about his thoughts, bowed and saluted.

"What can they do, don't see." The old patriarch was worried about the future and future of the tribe at the moment, and instinctively refused when he heard this.

"Yes." The warrior nodded, ready to take his leave.

"Wait!" The old patriarch suddenly stopped the warrior who wanted to leave, frowned and thought for a while, "It's okay to see him, let him in." ”

"Yes." The warrior looked down, a strange look flashing across his face, and then vanished, turned and left, and a moment later, came in with a tall, thin man.

The old patriarch frowned and looked at the person, tall and thin, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he didn't look like a child in the grassland outside the Saiwai, but he looked a little like a Han person.

"Are you Han?" The old patriarch looked at the man and asked suspiciously.

"Not bad." The man nodded, he was not prepared to hide his identity.

The old patriarch nodded, he knew that Kebi could appreciate Han culture more, and it was not surprising that there would be Han people under his command, so he didn't continue to study this issue, and asked instead: "What is Kebi asking you to come for?" ”

"My patriarch wants to lend you something."

"What's that!?" The old patriarch subconsciously shrunk his neck, and the man in front of him who was constantly approaching suddenly made him feel a chill in his heart, and he looked at the warrior standing beside him, and his heart was a little calm, and he snorted coldly.

"It's simple." A strange smile appeared in the corner of the Han man's eyes, his face suddenly turned cold, and he said sharply: "Borrow your head!" ”

As he spoke, a steel knife had fallen into his hand, and in the old patriarch's horrified gaze, it stabbed him in the heart fiercely, and then used the case to stir up.

"You~" The old patriarch wanted to scream, but he was covered by a big hand around his mouth and nose, and a pair of somewhat cloudy eyes looked at the guard beside him with disbelief, he didn't understand why he was still indifferent at this moment?

It's just that this answer, I'm afraid he will never know.

"The commander of the Secret Hall Ground Envoy General Feng." As the old patriarch's vitality gradually dissipated, the guard beside him bowed and said to the tall and thin man.

"Well done!" Li Feng patted the other party's shoulder and sighed, "I have wronged you." ”

"To be able to share the worries of the Lord, the sacrifice of his subordinates is worth it." The ground commander said loudly.

How exactly are these people cultivated? Li Feng smacked his lips, looking at how intimate this was, it would be good if half of the rabbit cubs under his command were sensible.

As he spoke, his movements did not stop, and he slammed his palm on the commander of the ground, and the opponent's body suddenly soared into the air, smashed through the camp tent, and fell to the place outside the camp tent.

"Patriarch!" A heart-rending voice with misery and horror sounded from the patriarch's tent, and at the same time, Li Feng's figure quickly rushed out of the tent like a raging wind, snatched a war horse, and roared towards the periphery of the tribe.

"Tuwu, what's wrong with the team leader!?" Several warriors of the tribe came quickly, looking at the old patriarch's dead eyes and the warriors who were injured and fell to the ground, and immediately roared angrily.

"It's Kebineng, the messenger he sent, who killed the patriarch!" In the terrible voice, the man's eyes turned white, and he passed out, leaving only a group of angry warriors of the Qujin tribe. (To be continued......)