On the twenty-fourth day of the first month of the twentieth year of Fengtian, Mobei is 1,200 miles.

At this time, Jiangnan has returned to the land in spring, full of greenery. But here, it is a sparse yellow patch, and there is not a single fresh pasture in sight.

In this desert land, there are several herds of cattle and sheep. They seem to be holding on to the winter, expecting the abundant young grass to emerge again.

In the open area in the center of these herds of cattle and sheep, there are dozens of domed tents.

Of all the domed tents, one is the most eye-catching.

This round tent is more than ten feet in circumference, and it is actually made of silk. Not only that, but it's also trimmed with gold. In this grassland, it is natural that only princes and dignitaries can afford it.

Fifteen years ago, the kingdom of Mobei Linu fell apart, the royal court was in vain, and the various tribes fought each other, resulting in the misery of life.

Until four years ago, the Mowei tribe living in the north of the Linu royal court for a thousand miles rose from the vast snowy region, subdued and wiped out the rest of the tribes along the way, and gradually unified the Linu country.

The Mowu tribe unified the Linu state, and its leader received the royal edict and was revered as "Bria Khan".

The title of Burya Khan is similar to that of the Metropolitan Governor of the Three Armies of the Southern Ling Dynasty, and he is in charge of the soldiers and horses of the whole country.

In the autumn of the nineteenth year of Fengtian, the leader of the Mowu Department was called the emperor and called himself Emperor Mowu.

In the winter of the nineteenth year of Fengtian, the original Linu royal court was destroyed, the Linu king Nangong Siyi was killed, and more than 40 people of the original royal family were exiled.

Nowadays, what is the gold-edged silk round tent, under the devastation of the war, even many people can no longer afford the most ordinary, the most simple round tent.

There were about twenty people in this round tent. They sat in a circle, some of them having a lively discussion.

"Your Majesty, what do you think about this?" One of the old men in his sixties looked at a middle-aged man beside him and asked.

The middle-aged man was born burly and majestic, his breath was gentle and stable, and his eyebrows were full of domineering spirit.

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, raised his head and said with a smile: "My Mobei man is the most robust winged eagle in this desert grassland, and he was born to soar in the sky with indomitable progress.

In my opinion, Nanhua Lingguo must be fought, but it should not be fought now.

Not long after the reunification of the north of the desert, the people's hearts are fluctuating, and the internal stability has not yet been stabilized, so it is impossible to send troops to the south at this time.

It is precisely by relying on three years of recuperation that Nanhualing Kingdom can finally unify the Central Plains, and this matter cannot be rushed. ”

At this time, a more burly man shouted and said, "Don't fight at this time, wait for when!" I, a prairie boy, was born to go to the battlefield, fight horseback, and was born to fight! ”

This burly man was the leader of a vassal tribe of the former Linu royal court, named Sulimu.

And the one who was called His Majesty by the old man was the new lord Mo Wuwu, who had recently gained fame on the grassland.

Emperor Mo Wuwu glared at Su Limu, his eyes full of undisguised killing intent.

Su Limu suddenly shrunk his neck. Although his size was comparable to that of the Mowu Martial Emperor in front of him, he had already heard of the true strength of the Mowu Martial Emperor. So, he obediently shut his mouth.

The reason why the Mowei tribe was able to rise rapidly, from a little-known small tribe to later dominate the Mobei grassland, is due to the martial arts genius of Emperor Mowu.

Emperor Mo Wu is forty-seven years old this year, but he has already stepped into the Pure Yuan Realm fifteen years ago.

As the leader of the clan, Emperor Mowu was not only invincible, sweeping thousands of armies, but also had the ability to command without being bad, and his marching and fighting were invincible. He proclaimed himself "Emperor Wu", but I am afraid that he is worthy of his name.

Seeing Su Limu's deflated appearance, the leaders and elders of the alliance with the Mowu Department all showed a smile more or less. On the other hand, the faces of the vassal leaders of the former royal court were as ugly as eating flies.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Mowu smiled and said: "What the leader of Sulimu said is right, my grassland boy was born on the back of a horse, a long horse, a war horse, and a dead horse, and he was born to belong to the battlefield.

It's just that you have been fighting for years and the news is blocked, but how many soldiers are there in the Central Plains today? ”

Everyone shook their heads, even if they had heard of the Central Plains Dynasty, they were silent.

"A full 800,000!" Emperor Mo Wuwu said lightly this figure that was enough to crush people.

As soon as these words came out, the pot suddenly exploded in the king's tent.

"800,000, that's a lot."

"That's right, I thought that the Southern Dynasty was the same as a few decades ago, with only two or three hundred thousand troops."

"800,000 is too much......"

Looking at the shocked looks of the leaders and elders of the various tribes, Emperor Mowu was quite satisfied.

He cleared his throat and continued: "Among the 800,000 soldiers, there are 200,000 Dunjia soldiers and 300,000 Xiliang cavalry.

Let's imagine that more than 20 years ago, Zhong Lisheng, the prince of the Southern Dynasty, led 100,000 Dunjia and 100,000 iron horsemen, and he beat the useless Linu royal court to move 400 miles north.

Now that my Mobei is reunited, it is time to recuperate.

On the grassland, the tribes have been fighting for years, and there are less than 600,000 soldiers who can fight, how can they fight with the Southern Dynasties?

Therefore, I and Emperor Mowu implore you to think about the overall situation, for the sake of thousands of grassland men, and for the sake of my future in Mobei, don't kill each other.

If we continue to kill like this, how much heritage will the tribe that won in the end remain?

At that time, don't say that the army of the Southern Dynasties, even if it is 200,000 Dunjia soldiers, it will be enough to clean up the final winner of the grassland hegemony.

Therefore, everyone, if you continue to fight like this, you can only benefit the fishermen of the Southern Dynasties. Now only reunification can protect the foundation of our grassland.

The Central Plains, where there is the Central Plains, there are abundant water and grass, sufficient grain, fertile land, and countless jade silk, gold and silver jewelry.

If you are willing to believe me, I, Emperor Mowu Wu, will lead the Mobei boys to show their ambitions and step on the Central Plains.

Complete the unfinished business of our ancestors! ”

Emperor Mo Wu was impassioned, his fingers pointing south, constantly trembling, and two lines of hot tears flowed down his face.

There was a dead silence in the king's tent.

After a long time, one of the leaders stood up, put his right hand on his chest, saluted Emperor Mowu Wu, and said loudly: "My Fat Department is willing to respect Emperor Mowu Wu. ”

Then, the second leader stood up: "I, the Mutu Division, originally followed Emperor Mowu Wu. ”

After that, there is the third and fourth place......

"The Tuha Department is willing to respect Emperor Mowu Wu."

"The Flower Yin Department is only Mo and the Emperor Wu is the first to look forward."

In the king's tent, different forces expressed their stance one after another, all of them expressed their willingness to support Emperor Mowu Wu.

Emperor Mo Wu burst into tears. He stood up and saluted everyone in the king's tent, with fierce arms: "I am worried about Emperor Wu, and I will live up to your trust and the boy of Mobei!" ”

In the spring of the twentieth year of Fengtian, Emperor Mowu ascended the throne, the country name was "Mowu", the grand plan of Jianyuan, the capital, and the southern city!