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In the tent of the commander of the Nanban battalion, a group of Nanban leaders gathered in one place to discuss how to solve the current problem.

After all, the lives of one's own family, together with the lives of millions of clansmen, cannot be sloppy.

After receiving the summons from Marshal Halba, the leaders hurried over, and all the bigwigs did not look very good and were worried.

Even the hot-tempered Wu Ben sat on the side without saying a word, and in the siege battle of the past two or three days, the clansmen of the Wu Ben tribe took the lead, and they must be the first in every battle.

The people brought by Wu Ben have basically been lost, and the reason why he can still sit here is because he is the leader of a tribe.

At the same time, he also has a super-first-class cultivation, and now, the troops in his hands are even less than those in the hands of other leaders and generals.

This made him suddenly realize that he seemed to be a little impulsive, and now that his tribe was tossed like this by himself, the rest of the tribe had turned away from him.

Many of his generals have also joined the command of other tribal leaders, which makes him very embarrassed.

'Good birds choose trees to perch on, and virtuous ministers choose their masters. ’

Wu Ben's approach made all the generals under him feel cold and left him, no one said anything, and at the same time, he did not prevent his subordinates from leaving.

It's just that now because of the attack on Qiguan, his subordinates have suffered heavy losses and have no troops, which makes him weak and helpless.

Fortunately, now that the fire is spreading under Qiguan City, no matter how many ordinary soldiers there are, it is useless, which makes him feel a little better.

Now, what is still remaining by Wu Ben's side is Wu Gan, who slapped him in front of the soldiers of the three armies that day.

Only when people lose something do they know how to cherish it, and other generals under their own command have defected to others.

And Wu Yan was indifferent to the solicitation of many leaders, and kept following him, working hard and complaining, which made him feel slightly moved.

At the same time, he regretted that he had lost face in front of the officers and soldiers of the three armies that day, but he had such a bad character, but he did not apologize to his subordinates.

Wu Ben, who had no intention of managing many troubles, handed over all the power in his hands to Wu Gan, and he really didn't have the heart to manage the affairs of the army now.

Every day when there was no war, Wu Ben stayed alone in his tent, looking at his long-dead child Wu Neng, who was reluctant to bury his son for a long time.

said that he wanted to use Shangguan Qiuyu's head to pay tribute to his own children, so that he was willing to bury his son.

This made Wu Neng's corpse stink, and even spread outside the tent, and he still refused to change his mind.

This made the soldiers guarding outside the tent frown, muttering in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say anything.

The leaders in the tent were all anxious, and among the people, only the Nanban Marshal Harba, who sat in the first place, sat firmly on Mount Tai, looking unmoved.

So the old chief asked him:

"I don't know what good advice the marshal has."

As soon as the old man spoke, the other Nanban leaders didn't say much, and they all looked at Marshal Halba silently, wanting to hear what he had to say.

After all, as one of the three marshals of the Southern Barbarians, Harba's strategy, talent, and martial arts are all excellent, and everyone is willing to listen to his opinion.

Although the previous sand piling method was not successful, it is still a feasible solution.

It's just that everyone didn't expect that the Dayu soldiers in Qiguan had such a powerful and large amount of fire oil in their hands, which made them feel very tricky.

Marshal Halba got up and arched his hand to the old man, and then said to everyone:

"Now, there is no other way than to gather all the masters in the army and storm Qiguan.

There is no surplus food in our army, and we will run out of food in the next day, and there will inevitably be a great chaos in the army at that time.

Now only by gathering masters and storming Qiguan can there be a glimmer of life.

Otherwise, what will be the consequences of the army's lack of food, there is no need to talk about it in this commander, everyone already knows it in their hearts. ”

After the Nanban Marshal Halba finished speaking, he sat back in his original position, and said no more, his eyes were closed, waiting for the Nanban leaders to ponder and make their own decisions.

He was not at all worried that the leaders of the Southern Barbarians would oppose it, because this was the only way now, and they had to agree if they didn't agree, unless they wanted to starve to death under Qiguan City.

Long

The old man said in a deep voice:

"Now, we have no way out, for the sake of our subordinates and for the sake of our people.

Old man, I am willing to hand over all the sons and daughters above the Houtian realm in the clan to the leadership of the marshal, I hope that the marshal can break through the Qiguan and save the lives of millions of my Nanban clansmen, please!"

As he spoke, the old man bowed deeply to Marshal Halba, the Southern Barbarian.

When Marshal Halba saw the old man bowing to him, he quickly got up and helped him up, and said to him:

"No, absolutely not, how can Ben Shuai accept this gift from the old patriarch, I hope the old patriarch will not torture Ben Shuai. ”

The reason why Marshal Halba called the old man the old patriarch was that he originally came out of the old man's clan.

It's just that he is in charge of the most elite Vulcan Army in the Southern Barbarians, and the Vulcan Army is an elite soldier selected from various tribes.

As the only neutral force in the Nanban, the meaning of its existence is to protect the Nanban from foreign invasion.

It acts as the vanguard of the Southern Barbarians, and at the same time, mediates the contradictions between the various tribes of the Southern Barbarians, so as to prevent the Southern Barbarian tribes from fighting because of grievances.

In order to avoid suspicion, therefore, after becoming the Nanban Marshal Halba in charge of the Vulcan Army, he tried his best to distance himself from the tribe where the old man was, and rarely had contacts.

But after all, Harba came out of the old man's tribe, how could he have no emotion at all, and this old patriarch didn't know how many years he hadn't called again.

Now he shouts again, but there is a lot of remembrance, and for a long time, the old man has been taking care of Halba.

He has never asked Harba to increase the benefits of his tribe because he became the marshal of the Southern Barbarians and was in charge of the Vulcan Army.

The old man is like an elder, and he will take care of anyone who can think about Nanban.

Because of this, this made the old man have a very high prestige both in the Nanban tribe and in the army.

He stood up in support of Marshal Halba of the Southern Barbarians, which made several leaders of the Southern Barbarians, who were originally a little hesitant, immediately follow his words and agree to Marshal Halba's proposal.

When the old man saw that everyone agreed, he said to everyone:

"In this way, since everyone has agreed, let's bring all of our qualified subordinates as soon as possible, so that we can take advantage of the night and when the fire is greatly reduced, we can raid and storm Qiguan. ”

Everyone nodded yes, and then hurriedly returned to their respective camps to select the clansmen who met the requirements.

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