He looked at Wujiao with a cold gaze.

The national teacher knew that Lu Qingxi's remarks were not groundless. After being in charge of national politics for a long time, there will be dissatisfied voices in all aspects. There can never be a state of affairs that benefits all, and the benefit of one means that another must be harmed. Either way, as long as the beneficiary group is in the majority, the overall state policy can be maintained, and time will tell if this is right.

The old Wu Jiao couldn't help but think of the word that Lu Qingxi had repeated several times———— a traitor.

There are too many people who are dissatisfied with the current state politics of the Deer Clan, and almost all of them are nobles.

In the era of Lu Fengguo, these guys conspired to rebel. The conspiracy was not once or twice in private meetings, and there was much evidence that many people within the community had joined the rebel group...... No, it is not appropriate to use the word "rebellion" at this time, after all, they have no practical action, at most their attitudes and intentions have diverged from national politics.

But it must be admitted that whether it is the former king Lu Fengguo or the current His Majesty Lu Qingxi, who has just succeeded him, they lack enough respect and obedience, contempt, indifference, ridicule, and resistance...... Even undisguised, naked hostility.

The difference between reality and imagination is so obvious, Wu Jiao trusts his own judgment, the tall mountain range between the deer and the ox tribe has been an insurmountable obstacle for the past hundreds of years, how can it become a thoroughfare overnight? What's more, the huge group of immigrants with a total of 200,000 people is not ants, and it is by no means easy to trample to death by lifting their feet. Rather than saying that these people were taken captive by the Niu Clan, Wu Jiao preferred to believe that they were secretly hidden by disgruntled nobles within the Deer Clan, and became an important bargaining chip to increase their personal strength and compete for the throne in the future.

It's still that damn word, mole!

"Check!" The old witch horn suddenly let out a terrifying roar: "Send out the guards and thoroughly investigate from top to bottom." I'd like to see who's going against me. I have been conscientious, diligent and diligent all my life, and I have worked hard for the development of the race, how dare they ...... They actually ......"

The last cruel words could not be spoken, and Wu Jiao's mind was always wandering with chaotic thoughts. He wasn't sure it was the rebel group within his clan, and although suspicion prevailed, he maintained his essential calm.

The national teacher did not suspect Lu Qingxi. All the decrees of the new king since his accession to the throne show that he still has enough strength to sit in this position except for the right of succession. The forced surrender of the population of the four major divisions is the best proof of this, and the other is the imminent merger of the Bucks and Bucks Division. Only when the main clan Bucks become strong can we talk about the future and development.

"It must be strictly investigated!" Lu Qingxi seized the loophole in Wujiao's words and immediately issued an order to summon the commander of the guard.

Half an hour later, the two commanders who had received the urgent edict walked quickly into the main hall and knelt down in front of the new king and the national teacher.

"With Bucks City at the core, start a thorough investigation now. No one is allowed to leave until the gates are closed and the mole is found. ”

Lu Qingxi made up his mind about the whole thing in one sentence: "Since they want to rebel, this king will let them know the price they must pay for it." ”

……

A new round of chaos began in Bucks City.

Wu Jiao did not object to this, he still had a lot of business to attend to, so he left the palace and went to his mansion.

Lu Qingxi stood up from the throne and turned around and walked into the inner hall.

This room is small in size, but the decoration is very luxurious.

It felt terrible to be woken up from his sleep, and he sat in the soft chair yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Suddenly, I felt someone coming from outside, and although the footsteps were light, the movement was enough to be noticed.

Lu Qingxi hurriedly opened his eyes and saw a smiling young maid standing in front of him with a tea tray.

“…… It's you ......" Lu Qingxi felt trembling all over, and hurriedly sat up straight from the soft chair, squeezing out a trace of an embarrassed smile on his face: "Why are you here?" ”

The smile on her face remained unchanged: "Your Majesty, I am your personal maid." ”

Lu Qingxi swore with his soul that he had never hated the word "maid" as much as he did now, and it could even be said that he hated the word "maid".

Her name is Ah Rong, and she is the person arranged by Tianhao.

At first, Lu Qingxi didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He needs to communicate with Tianhao, and it is indeed inconvenient not to have a new person around him. Of course, as the patriarch of the deer, and now the new king in charge of the entire deer clan, Lu Qingxi must have his own henchmen. It's not that he doesn't believe in these subordinates, but he has too many secrets, especially when it comes to killing his father and the previous deer king, Lu Qingxi doesn't dare to talk about these things to anyone, he would rather keep all this in his stomach forever and be completely submerged by time.

He must believe Ah Rong, and he can only trust this woman.

All kinds of information can only be transmitted through Ah Rong, which involves a secret agreement between himself and Tianhao———— he helped me ascend to the throne of the Deer Clan, and I gave him 500,000 Deer Clansmen.

Lu Qingxi always thought it was a deal. It's not fair, but on the whole, I've learned a lot from it. Especially when he saw the plan made by Tianhao at the beginning, and later saw the broken bodies of Lu Fengguo, his princes, the heads of various tribes, and all the heirs to the throne being transported back to Buck City by the soldiers from the Beishan Hunting Ground to hold a large-scale funeral, Lu Qingxi, who was wearing a royal robe, was trembling in his heart, and he had a strong fear of Tianhao who was far away in Rock City.

This kind of psychology naturally extends to Ah Rong.

Strictly speaking, she is not very beautiful, dignified in appearance, gentle in temperament, with a smile on her face at any time, just like the empathetic sister next door, giving people a sense of stability, old age, can hand over everything to her, and will do a good job.

“…… You...... Can I help you? Lu Qingxi casually made an excuse: "I'm tired and want to take a break." Well...... Alone, you know what I mean. ”

Ah Rong smiled and nodded, she bent down to put the tea tray on the table, the moment her head was closest to Lu Qingxi's body, her lips moved slightly, and she quickly said something in a very low volume.

"Your Highness asked me to tell you that 200,000 people have received it, and there are still 300,000 left."

From straightening up to curtsy, all of her mannerisms were in line with court etiquette and were impeccable. After doing all this, Ah Rong turned around and left with a humble look, and closed the door with her hand.

Lu Qingxi's face gradually became gloomy.

He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it slowly, anger in the depths of his eyes, the corners of his eyes twitching with intense thoughts.

She didn't use honorifics, not even "you", but addressed "you" directly.

He had no affection for the woman, only an instinctive fear at best. It's like being held by someone else, it feels really bad, and I can't break free even if I rack my brains.

Lu Qingxi knew that he had embarked on a dangerous and evil path. The reason and motive are simple, for the throne, for power. He doesn't feel that he is at fault, there is always a direct proportion between giving and returning, in fact, I have lost more things than others see, kindness, family, affection, loyalty...... Do you think I don't need these good qualities? Or do you feel like the gods have decided that I have to be a bad person?

The future and hope are ahead, and even if I have done so many bad things, I am still a king. When people see me, they must kneel respectfully and call me "Your Majesty" with respect and fear.

If you think about it, it would be a good deal to exchange 500,000 people for today's status. Strictly speaking, they were sold, forming a surging crowd that pushed themselves to the throne.

"I may have lost my way for a moment, but I can dominate the Deer Clan and my own life......" Lu Qingxi muttered to himself.

You have to be trustworthy, and since you promised 500,000 yuan, you can't use 200,000 yuan to send it casually.

The young man who was far away in Rock City was ruthless, and Lu Qingxi knew this very well.

"Okay, I'll complete the contract." He sighed in his loneliness: "Damn, I hope it's the last time I'll deal with this guy, he's terrible." ”

……

Deer Territory, White Deer Tribe, Northern Border, Broken Horn City.

It is located at the corner of the mountains on the east and west sides, forming an irregular "eight" from north to south, especially the one on the right, which spans more than 30 kilometers from east to west, sealing the possibility of the deer clan leading to the sea from the interior of the territory.

Viewed from the air, the plain is actually a gentle slope with a small slope. Judging from the trend of the mountains in the area, it is possible that the crustal movement caused the diversion of the river and the erosion. The mountain collapses and tilts, and the huge rock traverses the top of the river, forming a small space, just enough to allow the flowing water to pass down, and over time, the hollow mountain at the bottom gradually stabilizes, and the water flows through the entire mountain range from north to south, forming an underground dark river in the middle of the mountain.

Broken Corner City is located just in the middle of the mountain range, about 10 kilometers from the top of the figure-of-eight, and about 10 kilometers from the northern exit.

The exact ownership of this area has been disputed between the White and Buck tribes, with both clans claiming control over the old river valley. Although they both belong to the deer clan, they are fighting openly and secretly because of the fertile land, and the competition period can be traced back to two hundred years ago, or even longer.

More than 100 years ago, the White Deer Department rose rapidly and formed an overwhelming advantage over the Buck Division. At that time, the king of the white deer was quite strategic, he did not fight with the deer tribe as usual like his ancestors, but directly played the king of the deer, and offered to lead the tribe in the middle of the river valley, that is, the border between the deer tribe and the cattle tribe to dig up the earth and build a city.

Compared to the Niu Clan, the Deer Clan's army is far less powerful in combat. King Deer has always been worried about the situation on the northern border, and every year he spends a lot of food to prepare his army for war. The request of the White Deer Patriarch was timely, and under great joy, the Deer King ordered all the sub-clans to provide supplies and assist the White Deer Patriarch in building the new city.

Since then, the population of Broken Corner has remained at around 70,000 all year round. Because of the city's extremely important geographical location, successive city lords had to be elected within the White Deer Department, rather than following the hereditary system as in other cities.

In order to facilitate the battle, the trees in Broken Corner City were cut down, and the open field of vision helped to find the target in advance and light the beacon smoke warning in time.

……

The snowy wasteland was bleak, the cold north wind was blowing, and the deer sentinels standing on the lookout were wrapped in leather jackets, their necks shrunched, and their feet stepped back and forth, using this low-amplitude movement to obtain the heat to warm their bodies.

Suddenly, he stopped, squinted his eyes, and looked towards the north with some doubt.

There was a slight tremor from the ground, and it was more pronounced standing on the top of a hundred-meter-high tower than on the ground floor. Soon, a black border appeared on the distant white horizon.

The sentinel stared in that direction for a long time, finally finding the most terrifying truth in the midst of all kinds of uncertain speculations.

"Enemy attack! The Niu people are the army of the Niu people! ”

He let out a hoarse shout.

Countless infantry strode from the end of the wasteland, and the thick snowy ground was like a carpet to them. The Seikoly armor shield reflected a dazzling metallic sheen on the snowfield, and the black line grew thicker, soon turning into a surging black tide.

Broken Corner's six watchtowers rang the alarm almost simultaneously, accompanied by the cacophony of gongs. This meant the highest level of combat readiness, and the entire city was instantly awakened from tranquility and silence, shrouded in a tense and chaotic air.

The city lord Lu Pingde hurried to the top of the tower with a few guards. Looking at the approaching army on the snowfield in the distance, his face turned pale.

It is indeed a Niu people, and both weapons and armor styles prove it.

“…… Too much...... It's just too much. His lips were closed, but he groaned in fear.

Dense hoplites filled the entire valley of the old river, and in this part alone, there were no less than 50,000 people.

Farther away, in the middle of the mountains, more soldiers rushed in. Carrying long knives on their shoulders and crossbows on their backs, they lined up in marching formations, approaching under the cover of the heavy infantry in front.

"Everyone's on alert!"

Although it was winter, Lu Pingde, who was pale, was in a cold sweat. Broken Horn City is indeed a military fortress located on the border of the Niu and Lu tribes, but there are only 50,000 regular troops here, and another 20,000 young and strong people are reserve and logistics personnel. Comparing the strength of the two sides alone, the number of Niu Clan troops that appeared outside the city had already surpassed their own.

To make matters worse, the Ox infantry in the distant mountain pass clearly saw more than that, they were like ants advancing in swarms, with no end in sight.

"Do the Ox people want to fight a clan war?"

"Oh my God, I've never seen so many soldiers in my life."

"It's over, there are too many of them, we're all going to die here......"

Terrible speculation spread rapidly among the defenders, and the wordless panic weighed on everyone's heart, so heavy that even the breath was forced to become heavy.

Just as Niu Pingde was about to give the order to light the beacon smoke and warn the city in the rear, a knight suddenly ran out of the forward infantry of the Niu clan, he rode his horse and whipped, and soon approached the tall city wall, took off the curved bow from his back, and shot an arrow at the head of the city.

Niu Pingde suppressed the thought of issuing an ignition order.

According to the rules of the warring sides of the northern barbarians, this is an arrow letter.