"Although the real person of the Xilai clan is gone, what if he comes back one day?"

"Since the three groups of pirates of Gangon, Yamei and Xilai have been united, and we attack Pubei Port, won't Gangong and Yamei come to the rescue?"

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Turriel scratched his curly beard and smiled:

"I have just heard that Silai has built a strange fortress, which is said to be very strong. ”

"But the Silai hid their way of building the fortress and did not tell their allies. So we fight Xilai, and Gangong and Yami will definitely not run to cause trouble. Just now, the envoy of Gangong also brought the sincerity of Yami. ”

"As for the real people of the Xilai clan, as long as we hurry up and start to take down Pubei Port. He has no excuse to attack us again."

"After all, it is very taboo for real people to shoot at mortals. If you lose the territory and make a real move, then the rules of the mainland will be really messed up, and heavenly punishment will come. So you don't have to worry about real people. ”

Captain Nuhachiwan thought for a moment and asked, "Since the Silai tribe has built a strong fortress, aren't we afraid of heavy casualties when we go to attack?"

Turil laughed: "Brother Nuhachi, you are still as cautious as ever. The Xilai pirates are well-known cowards in the entire Western Continent, never daring to take the initiative to attack, and they dare not fight back when they are beaten by others. ”

"A sheep, even if it is clothed in a lion's skin, is still a sheep. Could it be that the wolf clan of our steppe would be afraid of a lion's skin?"

"The reason why I want to attack Pubei Port is because there is a strong fortress there. ”

"Brothers, our Timurid tribe migrated to the western Gobi last year and traveled hundreds of thousands of miles west, why can't we stop?"

"It's because we lack a home to rely on. ”

"Although our hometown of Tuhana is no longer vast, we can camp with peace of mind because our Tutu people help each other. There are hundreds of large and small forces in the western Gobi, but they hate each other and fight endlessly. ”

"In particular, the Nuwei Peninsula has a narrow territory and complex forces. We can no longer emulate the methods of the past safaris. ”

"What if we attack other houses with all our might, and the camp is attacked by other forces?

"Take the fortress of Pubei Port, and when we go to war, we don't have to be afraid of the enemy's sneak attack. As long as our people can draw their bows and arrows, the enemy will be difficult to overcome. ”

"With a stable rear, we can rest assured that we will be able to attack the city and seize the ground. ”

"The stinky envoys of the Gangong tribe are aware of this, and they are reluctant to abandon their hypocritical morality and dare not directly betray the alliance.

"So we took advantage of the fact that other forces didn't know about it yet, and started as soon as possible. I will mobilize 150,000 soldiers to capture Pubei Port with lightning speed. Brothers, this is a great opportunity for us to make a contribution, can we do it?"

"!" "!" "!"

"Gotta do it!"

"Use me for the first time, use me for nothing!"

The captains howled like a group of male wolves in estrus.

Tuliel then turned to the shaman Kuhandara, saying, "Great Shaman, please ask the Immortal Heaven for an oracle. ”

Shaman Khuhandara, shaking his head full of wolf fangs, pulled out a scepter carved from ivory, and began to dance to the East, chanting endlessly.

After tossing for half an hour, Kuhandala screamed, his eyes were full of food, and he reached out and took out a pile of animal bones and threw them on the ground.

After the death of the old shaman, the "young" Khuhandallah became the only shaman of the Timurid people.

In the most prosperous era of the Tutu people, each tribe had dozens or hundreds of shamans, who could communicate with the immortals, send oracles, use war songs to improve the attack and defense of Tutu warriors, use totem poles to summon Turings to attack the enemy, and even lead the gods into the body to transform into invincible warriors to the front line.

At that time, the Great Shaman was the real leader of the Tutu tribe, and the Khan was only the manager and executor of worldly affairs.

But at some point, the shaman suddenly lost the favor of the immortal heaven. They could no longer play god fighting, the Turing in the totem pole quietly dissipated, and the war song full of divine power became a steppe pastoral song.

Countless shamans exhausted their mental strength in the process of constantly calling for the Immortal Heaven, and they died violently one after another.

In fact, the last shaman of the Timurid tribe who could occasionally communicate with the immortal heavens, and the number of successful communication was as rare as meeting a virgin in the middle school of the Nihon.

And Kuhandara, on the other hand, had never heard the murmur of the Immortal Heaven at all. So Khuhandalla had a very low status among the Timurid people. Most of the time, it is to add a little "divinity" to the decision of the little khan, which can be regarded as a political cadre-like existence.

In particular, his oracle about entering the Gobi caused the tribe's population to shrink by nearly half, and the shaman's reputation was close to being discredited.

To make matters worse, in the process of continuous escape, the divination bones that had been passed down for 10,000 years were also damaged. Although Khuhandalla was quietly glued with bone glue and thrown to the ground, one of the bones broke in two.

The shaman Khuhandarah was dumbfounded.

The little Khan Turil was dumbfounded.

All the captains in the Great Tent were dumbfounded.

There was an eerie silence in the tent.

Suddenly, Kuhandala fell to his knees suddenly, bowed to the east again and again, and then pounced on him and picked up the broken divine bone, and shouted in a hissing voice:

"Immortal Heaven bless!The oracle said: After this battle, we Timurid people will have twice as much land!"

"Eternal Heaven bless!" Turil and the captains all fell to their knees with cheers, and bowed to the east.

Kuhandala knelt down and bowed endlessly, while secretly wiping the sweat on his forehead: "Immortal God bless, I finally fooled it." ”

Soon, the oracle of immortality spread throughout the camp, and in a cheer, the Timurid tribe slaughtered pigs and sheep, raised a glass to drink milk, and danced a knife to the sky.

Half a day later, Turil left behind the "steady" Commander Nuhaqi Wanfu to lead 50,000 old and weak to guard the camp. 150,000 Tutu knights rushed out of the camp, formed fifteen barely formed phalanxes, and galloped towards Pubei Port.

They ran at medium speed, preparing to launch a fierce attack on the fortress of Pubei Harbor in the middle of the night.

In the city lord's mansion of the southern Xingyue small city, the patriarch of the Gangong clan, Cheqian Sanyou, received the flying pigeon message, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled and said to the envoy next to him, who was still pale, and said to the military advisor:

"Mr. Hou has worked hard. This time, it was said that the group of cannibal wolves would attack Pubei Port, and it all relied on Mr. Hou's three-inch tongue. ”

Hou Yiding pressed his chest, which was still tumbling in disgust, and replied with a reluctant smile: "This is the duty of subordinates. For tens of thousands of years, this group of Tu Turks has lived and died without repentance, and they all deserve to die. ”

"I hope that the fortress of the Xilai tribe is really as strong as they boast, and can wipe out these beings. ”

"We can just make a profit. ”

The three friends in front of the car said with a smile: "In fact, the Tutu people have also developed a lot of siege tactics in their years of war with the big eastern powers. Nine times out of ten, the weak chickens of the Xilai tribe still can't hold it. ”

"I have prepared an army of 200,000 troops, and once more than half of the damage on both sides is over, I will set out to 'help' the Xilai tribe. ”

Hou Yiding smiled and said, "Patriarch Gaojian, you should also notify the wanderer camp in the east and let them sneak attack the camp of the Tutu tribe." This group of garbage is just the same as the old and weak, and it also saves us energy. ”

The three friends in front of the car applauded: "The hero sees the same thing." We need to inform the other three surrounding forces later, and give them the bargain of the Tutu camp. ”

Hou Yiding smiled and said: "In short, don't bother our Pubei Port strategy." Let's see which of them can get their hands on that pile of two-legged lamb cured meat. ”

Speaking of this, Hou Yiding's face suddenly changed miserably, and he covered his mouth and said in a muffled voice: "Oops! As he spoke, he rushed out of the house, and immediately there was a sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves outside the house.

In the command center of Pubei Port Fortress, the big leader Yong Tianxie sat in the lobby with several henchmen.

Despite his pirate background, the Celestial Association was quite strategic, training a group of pirates with loose manners into a fairly neat and combative army.

Gu Wen sat down on the side, and Yonghe stood behind him.

Holding a note in his hand, he smiled at Gu Wen and said, "Mr. Wen, as you expected, the army of the Timurid tribe is ready to attack us at night. ”

Gu Wen rubbed his swollen temples and said with a smile: "War is a means, not an end, so let this battle advertise for us." 150,000 cavalry, this is definitely a big deal, isn't it?" )