The leader was a Turkic man who was also dressed in golden helmets and armor, and it was none other than the Eastern Turkic Khanate.

"Du Ji has seen He Lu Keji, Murong Dawuling." Duji arched on his horse

Hand, politely.

"Duji, you are becoming more and more disagreeable, obviously the internal disputes of our Ashina clan can be solved in your own way, why do you want to introduce the Central Plains to stir up the situation and occupy our territory?"

When Helu saw this cousin, he immediately became angry.

He is the rightful and legitimate heir of the Great Turk, while Duji is just a prince and a pseudo-prince in the eyes of outsiders.

Naturally, Du Ji felt that he was a little shorter than Helu, and swallowed his anger and said:

"The eldest brother of the emperor is wrong to blame the younger brother of the king, now that Dali City has my father Khan and Yuanhuan Kedun in charge, I am the oldest, at best, I am just acting on orders."

He was very cunning and pushed the blame on Moxi Khan and Princess Wencheng.

"Duji, don't be fooled by Yuanhuan, the Central Plains, for thousands of years, when did the people of the Heavenly Wolf God surrender to the knees of the Central Plains? Only your father, Ashina Moxi, rebelled against his ancestors and rebelled against his ancestors, and was spurned by the world. ”

Du Ji was scolded by He Lu's bloody dog, he lowered his head, and his face was red and blue for a while.

To be honest, as a nobleman of the Ashina clan, he was not willing to surrender in his heart

The End of the Jin Dynasty.

But I don't want to be oppressed by Helu for a long time, until I am tortured and killed.

"Brother Duji, as long as you support the Great Turkic model and cut off all contacts with the Central Plains, Brother Wei can let you continue to govern the east, how about it?"

Heru offered tempting conditions.

Hey, hey, let's go.

It is impossible for Du Ji to believe this fierce and cruel Wang brother, because the two of them are so similar in personality that they both want to dominate and become the boss.

"Elder Brother Huang, the foolish brother thinks that since he wants to realize the Great Turkic strategy, why should he use force to invade the east now, the war is raging, and the lives are ruined? My father Khan surrendered to the final Jin Dynasty, so he naturally went to ask for help, how could the crown prince of the final Jin prison state not care, is the imperial brother too anxious. ”

The overtone of Du Ji's words is that in a few years, when my father Khan dies and I succeed to the throne, we can sit down and negotiate.

But who can guess Helu's thoughts?

Now that he has just succeeded to the East Palace, he has barely won the battle between the four brothers, and he is not in a hurry to show his governance program and divert the internal contradictions of the imperial family, for fear that the crown prince's position will be unstable.

Only by waging war and expanding outward can cohesion be synthesized.

"Okay, Duji, let's suspend these topics, now I want to deal with the Central Plains, but you suddenly led the golden wolf to appear, do you want to stop it?"

Helu's words changed sharply, and he went straight to the point.

"Brother Huang, Guo Shaoshuai was invited by my father Khan to help quell the civil strife, they are besieged in the Eastern Turkic territory, I can't stand idly by, otherwise, my father Khan will ask for my head."

Duji talked eloquently, suddenly turned his eyes to Murong Chui, and sneered:

"I don't understand why the Uighurs, who have always been neutral, have so blatantly sent tens of thousands of troops into the territory of the Eastern Turks?"

Murong Trai never took Duji and his father Khan seriously, and the Uighur tribes never recognized the existence of the Eastern Turks, a pseudo-khanate.

I saw him grin and sneer:

"Duji, I was ordered by the prince of Yi Nan to accept the invitation of His Royal Highness the Great Turkic Kejihelu to drive away the invading enemies of the Central Plains, what's wrong?"

"You..." Du Ji was stunned for a moment, and rolled his eyes in anger.

"I said that you are inappropriate, and you Uighurs are becoming more and more unpopular."

At the same time as the voice came, a feathered arrow was inserted into the desert, and the tail was still trembling.

"Tiele Moyu?"

Murong Chui and He Lu exclaimed in unison and looked up.

A white horse with a snow-white body as white as jade, the person on the saddle is plain and iron-clad, and the face is wearing a silver hideous ghost face, just like the legendary demon god.

Murong Chui slowly rode out of his horse, his face gloomy and terrifying.

This arrow, they all recognized, was the arrow of the imperial order of the king of Tiele Khan, Tuoba Ling, called Tiele Moyu.

In Mobei, whoever sees it must not advance half a step, otherwise, he will be the enemy of the nine surnamed Tiele royal clans.

"Who are you?"

Murong Chui didn't dare to hold it up, and bowed on horseback.

After all, Tuobala's power was supported by the two powerful clans of Xue Yantuo and Qixin, which were several times stronger than the Uighur tribes.

The order of King Tiele Khan, even the prince of Yi Nan did not dare to blatantly refuse.

"Dawu Ling, you just have to recognize the order arrow."

The grimace man's voice was cold, and his simple words had an astonishing sharpness, which made Murong Chui speechless for a while.

Seeing this, Heru was also shocked, and his plan to let the Uighurs join the battle was aborted?

"Excuse me, your Tiele royal court has always been neutral, why is it biased towards the Central Plains this time?" He questioned unwillingly.

"Your Royal Highness Helu, Tiele has never favored anyone, this is Mobei, it belongs to the jurisdiction of Tiele, we don't want to be an enemy of the Central Plains, let the final Jin army leave here."

"Who does this belong to this Eagle Tsui Ridge site, and how about letting you brothers fight?"

The grimace scoffed.

As soon as these words came out, Du Ji grinned and sneered, and behind him were ten thousand elite golden wolf riders, with a bamboo in his chest.

But Helu showed bitterness on his face, and his current miserable appearance can be described as the defeat of the remnants of the army, which is not an exaggeration at all.

Of the five thousand ions, only half of them remained, and many of them were still hanging with colors.

Those Ti soldiers were either slaughtered or fled, and there were less than 2,000 left, because they were all wounded, and they had to stay as a last resort.

"If you don't want to fight, you can do it, so how about you all withdraw from the area around the Yingzui Ridge in Mobei and let the Uighurs take over for the time being?"

Now, it was Du Ji's turn to be puzzled.

Ma, who are you helping?

"I'm fine." Heru was overjoyed, and he promised without thinking.

Murong Trai is even more fine.

A big pie suddenly fell from the sky, and of course he was willing.

Only Du Ji blushed, his lips twitched and he didn't know what to do, "But where is Young Marshal Guo, how can you explain?" ”

It's not good for him to oppose it openly, and take Guo Rui as a matter.

"Don't worry, I'll do it." The grimace gave Duji a reassuring look.

Such a look is too familiar to him.

"Okay, just do what the envoy wants, and let's withdraw our troops and withdraw from Mobei." Duji finally agreed.

……

Eagle Tsui Ridge.

The land of burning is a mess.

The Uighurs, with their large numbers and skillful hands and feet, worked hard in two days to clean up the mess, find new territory, and rebuild a permanent camp.

In the camp tent of Murong Chui, he drank mare's milk wine, and was discussing various matters with the generals.

"Lord Murong of the Great Martial Order, he is resolute and resolute, which is completely unexpected." As soon as the tent door was lifted, several men stepped into the tent.

At the head of the pack is none other than the mysterious ghost-faced man.