Gu Shenwei pulled out his sword and sword, and Azheba puffed out his chest, believing that what he had done was the right thing.

"I've killed a lot of people with them. Gu Shenwei said, turned around and put the unsheathed sword on the table, and did not respond to the military advisor's eager hints, "If you want to kill, what means will you use?"

Azheba didn't understand why the dragon king suddenly asked such a thing, and his mind turned around before replying, "Use a bow and arrow." ”

Gu Shenwei patted Fang Wenwei on the shoulder, so that he didn't have to pretend to look for something anymore, "If the military advisor wants to kill people, he will lobby stronger people to take revenge on the enemy with sharp teeth." ”

Fang Wen smiled bitterly, "Dragon King, you really know me. ”

Azheba still didn't understand, "The close servants didn't want to kill the Dragon King. ”

Fang Wen spoke, he understood what the Dragon King meant, "Now." He deliberately emphasized these two words, "The close servants don't want to kill the dragon king now, but they know that they have the same sword in their hands as the dragon king, the same bow and arrow as you, and the same ...... Glib tongue. ”

"You mean the massacre of the officers by the close guards?" Azheba himself was a victim of the mutiny, but he still had feelings for the army he had been in before, "It was an accident, the soldiers were bewitched, the captain had just been assassinated, and the morale of the army was inevitably unstable......"

"This is it. Fang Wen is to interrupt the other party, people can see the facts, but they can't see the truth behind the facts, this is the value of the existence of the strategist, "The close army is a special army, which belongs directly to the Khan himself, unless it is excepted, it is no longer loyal to the object, even the descendants of the Khan are no exception." ”

"That's right. ”

Fang Wen glanced at the Dragon King, he hadn't said these words before, but he believed that the Dragon King must understand that at this moment, he not only had to convince the young and reckless Azheba with a sense of justice, but also had to persuade the Dragon King who was becoming hesitant, "Please allow me to say an offensive word, the old Khan King has lived too long, and now this close army has forgotten that there was a Khan King before Beiting, and there will be one in the future, they are only loyal to one person, the old Khan King, no matter life or death." ”

Azheba nodded reluctantly, but the white fat man was right, if he didn't have such deep feelings for the old Khan king, the soldiers of the close guard army would not be easily bewitched by the shaman, and the noble officers also showed that they did not care much about the old khan king, so they aroused the hatred of the whole army.

"The Grand Lieutenant is the younger brother of the old Khan King, and he is also his incarnation, with him, the soldiers still have a tablet to worship, and as soon as he dies, the morale of the army becomes confused. ”

"The Dragon King can regroup the army, he has this ability. Azheba was quite eager, "100,000 close servants are worth 150,000 or even 200,000 ordinary cavalry." ”

Fang Wen shook his head, "It's impossible, the close guards killed the officers without any punishment, put pressure on the kings to demonstrate without any resistance, picked up the great shaman and threw him down, all these actions will have a subtle impact in their hearts: the power is in their own hands, and the commander is dispensable." ”

"Let the close army suffer a little and elect a new Khan king as soon as possible, this is still a reliable army. Azheba unconsciously changed his attitude, he could accept the defeat of both sides today, and still felt that there was no need to completely cut everyone off.

Fang Wen shook his head with a smile, and was about to refute for undoubted reasons, when the Dragon King spoke, "Enough, Azheba, go out for a walk with me." ”

The smile on Fang Wen's face turned into a bitter smile again, just to convince an Azheba, the Dragon King made a bit of a fuss, he didn't want to go into that group of soldiers, "Dragon King, your weapon ......"

"Stay here, you watch for me. ”

"I can't stand it......"

Azheba silently followed the dragon king, and the anger in his heart was not so firm.

Long Chuanyun and the guards were guarding the door, receiving the signal of the dragon king, they did not follow, three teenagers jumped out of the darkness, dodged and disappeared into the darkness, that was Nie Zeng, Tie Linglong, and Chu Nanping, they were fiercely competing for the position of the dragon king's personal guard.

The red-capped roc flew elsewhere to forage for food, and the beef and mutton in the camp were not to its liking, and it did not like to stay on the ground for long periods of time.

It was silent, and Azheba could almost hear snoring coming from a nearby tent.

Without saying a word all the way, the two walked out of more than half a mile and began to enter the area where the close attendants were stationed, they temporarily stopped using the name of "close attendants", but they were still self-contained, refusing to mix with soldiers from other sources.

More than a dozen cavalrymen stood guard on the side of the road with torches, and only nodded and let them go when they recognized it as the dragon king, looking respectful, but they did not dismount.

This was the arrogance of the close servants, and Azheba remembered that he was only an unwilling centurion at the beginning, and he occasionally traveled, and was treated a little higher than the thousand commanders in the army of the kings.

It was late at night, but the soldiers had not fallen asleep, most remained outside their tents, and a large number of small bonfires were lit between the tents, around which groups of kneeling soldiers prayed quietly and merged into a pervasive murmur.

Only a handful of people discovered the dragon king, and he only lowered his head and did not stop the ritual of kneeling to the bonfire.

"I don't understand Beiting language. Gu Shenwei lowered his voice and said, no one in this kind of environment can make a loud noise.

Azheba only listened to one sentence to know what the soldiers were praying in a whisper, strictly speaking, it was not a prayer at all, "This is a decree of the old Khan during his lifetime, to try his best to fight the enemy and share the glory with him." ”

The old Khan gave many orders to the close attendants, and there was nothing special about this one, but for some reason, it was revered by the soldiers.

Azheba, who had served in the Chamberlain for nine years, now walked in the camp like a stranger, even a little frightened.

Gu Shenwei had no purpose, wandering around, receiving more and more attention, and after turning a corner, they were blocked by a group of soldiers.

There were about forty or fifty people, standing in several rows in dense attire, and they couldn't tell who was the leader, and they nodded to the dragon king, very respectful, but they did not give the courtesy of a king.

Nominally, the temporary master of the soldiers is Shu Litu, and the identity of the dragon king is only the king's master, and the red-topped roc covers him with a layer of mystery, but he has not risen to an extraordinary status.

The soldiers in the first row were silent, and their voices came from the unseen people behind, "We petition the Dragon King, hoping that you can convey our words to His Royal Highness the Little King." ”

Shulitu has three kings, it is too troublesome to call, I don't know who started it, he is called "Little Wang".

"Say what you want. ”

Again, the same voice, still refusing to show its face, and more soldiers stopped praying and gathered together, "The old Khan is still calling his attendants, but some are refusing to obey orders. ”

"To be more detailed, who are they?"

"The person next to the dragon king is one. ”

Azheba was shocked, and the close servants still wanted to kill the noble officers and give the old Khan king a funeral.

"Azheba is a marksman, the bravest general in the army. ”

"It is also the waiter that the old Khan needs most. The voice was still respectful, but it did not give an inch.

"Azheba is less than a year away from service. ”

"Even if there is one day left, he is still an officer of the old Khan, and he should take on the duty of serving the old khan. ”

Azheba couldn't help but speak, "You are the cavalry of the old Khan King, and you serve for life. ”

"We are ready to continue the war for the old Khan, but you don't, so you need our help, and the noble officers of the close army need our help. ”

This was a rhetoric, but Azheba couldn't find a rebuttal, so he could only hold the hilt of the knife and look warily at the group of people he wanted to protect.

The number of soldiers gathered soon reached hundreds, and another voice that could not see a human figure said, "Dragon King, we are willing to fight for you and Xiao Wang when we are alive, but our soul belongs to the old Khan King. ”

"Give us back the noble officers who have fled, for this is the only reward we can hope for. "The soldiers are getting bolder and talking.

Gu Shenwei raised his voice slightly, "I heard your request, and I will also convey your words to His Royal Highness Xiao Wang word for word, but this is a military camp, and I will not allow internal killings to happen." ”

This was the line of the dragon king's prestige, and Azheba could clearly feel the spread of hostility around him.

But no one stepped forward, and the soldiers in the first row bowed to the dragon king, and the other soldiers did so, slowly dispersed.

Azheba broke out in a cold sweat, he was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of the dragon king's murderous sword, but he didn't want to die inexplicably in the hands of a group of strange soldiers.

Gu Shenwei pointed to the nearest bonfire and motioned for Azhebaga to pray with the soldiers.

Azheba didn't have much confidence anymore, but he still untied his sword and handed it to the dragon king, slowly squeezed into the crowd, knelt on the ground, and whispered the dry imperial decree.

Slowly, a miracle happened, and Azheba was drowned out by the murmuring of the lake, and the words came out of his mouth naturally, no longer boring, but with some mysterious power, and he felt as if something was pulling and lifting him.

Azheba used all his willpower to break free from this force, and when he looked up, he saw the corpses of dead soldiers in addition to firewood in the campfire.

He slowly withdrew from the crowd, followed the dragon king, and walked out of the camp of the nearest attendants.

Retrieving his sword from the dragon king's hand, Azheba was finally able to speak, "I have been in the close service for nine years, and I have never found anything special about the soldiers. ”

"There was nothing unusual about them, like most of the people of the Northern Court, they were loyal to the old Khan, believing that he had ascended to godhood, but they were more determined, but they were taken advantage of, and from then on they were trapped in it. ”

"Exploited?

"I'll take you to them. ”

Several shamans became captives, and they gave out some important information.

"There is always a way to save it. Azheba still refused to give up, he was able to break free from prayer, and so could the soldiers.

Gu Shenwei was just about to speak, when he suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Azheba, and at the same time, three young guards appeared from the shadows and pounced on the same place.

(To be continued)