Looking at this large camp, thousands of military horses, in fact, in Ling Xingyue's eyes, they were just a large group of rabbits, at best, it was to make him work a little hard, and the rhythm of sweating.

Looking at his subordinates, who were no longer clamoring, Dorenziger continued:

"Since there is such a gap, then what the prince said today is likely to be true, and there may really be a silver treasury in the Sprinkle Tower, which is for military salaries, why? Because he doesn't have to lie.

We simply have no value for him to lie. We don't know what he is plotting, but if we can let the military pay be gone, then the border defense of the Ming Dynasty will be chaotic, which is a good opportunity for us in Wara, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, understand? ”

Looking at the group of men nodding slowly, Dorrenziger continued:

"As long as the silver can be successfully intercepted, this prince will have a huge shortcoming in our hands, how to apply it when the time comes, then let the wise Guli Shaman think about it, and only he can fight against such a demon man, but for now, if this lord is not lying, then he is the biggest help to our Warat, it must be arranged, and when Mahar returns, we will all know."

Looking at the unruly faces of his subordinates, Dorunzig said slowly:

"So before Mahal comes back, this prince is our honored guest, don't give me nothing to put a wolf trap, and don't do anything at night, do you understand?"

"Yes!"

The men under him touched their chests with both hands, indicating that they understood.

Dorrenzig arranged his own personal soldiers:

"Tonight, according to the most solemn specifications of the grassland, entertain this prince, take out our strongest wine, and see if this prince is also a real man in the wine field."

Ling Xingyue took Tuyin and followed Dorenzig's personal soldiers to the tent, this tent is Dorenzig's own, in fact, it looks bigger, and the layout inside is no different from other places, seeing Ling Xingyue relax and fall into the skin, he is about to sleep, Tuyin can't help but remind a few words:

"My lord, you are in danger right now, and you can't sleep too deeply."

Ling Xingyue smiled:

"Don't worry, there will be nothing to do on this day, and after this day, hehe, there will be nothing wrong."

The picture and sound of the few words were confused, but he saw that Ling Xingyue was already asleep.

Ling Xingyue slept until the evening, I don't know if she dreamed of Lan Keman, a little girl, and the corners of her mouth and eyebrows were all smiling, and she couldn't see that this was a first-class military marquis who had made a decisive decision.

As the sun set over the western mountains, the wind on the grassland gradually cooled down, and the Chinese military account began to be lively, Ling Xingyue's ears moved, and as soon as her body was smooth, she sat up on the leather where she was staying, and her body was all the way, and her toes lightly touched the ground, and a person slowly rose to the top of the tent, and stayed in the air for another seven or eight seconds before exhaling a breath and slowly falling to the ground silently.

Looking at the picture sound like a dead pig sleeping unconsciously next to him, and thinking about this benevolent brother who was still reminding him to be more careful and not to sleep too heavily before going to bed, Ling Xingyue also shook his head, smiled bitterly, and listened to the footsteps outside from far and near, Ling Xingyue already knew that the personal soldier who sent him over had now run back.

The pro-soldier ran to the door of the tent, peeked in gently, and saw Ling Xingyue standing on the ground, with a pair of eyes glowing green, looking at himself, startled, hurriedly took a step back, and stroked his chest with one hand:

"It's hot, our general has invited it to the banquet."

Ling Xingyue stepped out of the door, glanced at Tuyin before leaving, and felt that it was better to let him sleep, so she stepped forward and followed the pro-soldier:

"Youlao, lead the way!"

The soldiers didn't dare to look at it anymore, lowered their heads, led the way in front, and went straight to the big tent.

Before the big tent, a large bonfire had been lit, and on the fire, a whole sheep, which had been roasted for four or five minutes, was around the bonfire, with its back to the big tent, and a circle of tables, and the horse-head violin was already playing melodious tunes.

Ling Xingyue followed the soldiers and slowly walked into the field, and when the group saw Ling Xingyue, they all stood up and saluted Ling Xingyue's chest, and the old fox Qige was even more affectionate, and let Ling Xingyue take a seat:

"Lord Ling, although our grassland is not as rich as the Central Plains. But we have always been honest to our friends, and today the prince can come to our camp, please receive our most sincere hospitality as a guest of the grassland. ”

Ling Xingyue has experienced a lot of various scenes, so she naturally knows how to respond at this time:

"I have long heard of the state of grassland etiquette, respect for guests, and it is really a privilege to be a guest of honor on the grassland today, especially to be a guest of the old generals and warriors, this is the glory of my life."

The guest and the host sang and harmonized, very harmonious, and they couldn't see that this was a murderous servo Hongmen banquet, as long as there was a change, it would immediately become a killing station.

Bags of mare's milk wine, brought up, horse intestines, barbecue, all kinds of jerky that can be carried, except for the girl who did not sing and dance and toast, all the key points of the grassland banquet are gathered here, and after seeing Ling Xingyue's knife technique, these fierce men began to use the amount of wine as an opportunity to prove themselves again.

The prairie man is real, he won't take turns to toast, he is one who has drunk and is coming one, so for who is the first person to toast, there was no less discussion before, today, Tuo Er Kuoda sat in the first seat, the famous god of wine on the grassland, the first to hold the wine glass, and walked towards Ling Xingyue.

"My lord, today I saw my lord's sword technique, and then I know what the wings of an eagle are, my lord, please."

Hands hold up the helmet-sized wine glass, and drink the wine inside, it is really as free and easy as drinking water.

Ling Xingyue has always had a headache about wine, and when he was alone, he had tried it, but he couldn't drink much and his face turned red, and he staggered when he added a few more glasses, not to mention that he was still famous for "three cups poured", even if he was full of spiritual power now, he could barely drink a few more glasses, so that he wouldn't get drunk after three cups, but this one can't be said, can't be said, so he looked at this wine glass that could be said to be a basin, and he felt even more headache before he drank it.

However, this is on the grassland, if you don't drink other people's toasts, that is the biggest insult, and at this time, Ling Xingyue can't turn his face with the Warat soldiers in the current big camp, even if he has the ability to kill all the generals here now, he can't turn his face, after all, in this barbaric grassland, thousands of people are scattered, and no one can stop them.