Lady Maomo. () Regarding this war, we need to decide which to deal with the local snow-capped mountains, and I ask for your understanding. I saw all the lords leave. Thirty or so snow made the lord stand up too,

In the hall, only a few servants of the Momo family were still standing behind Momo Lavent, who were the commanders of the Momo family's army.

, "Father me."

Maumorevent blushed. I didn't expect that the first small decision I made would encounter such a "cold scene"

"No explanation required". Mao Modhayne waved his hand to him, and said with a solemn expression, "You are still young, you have to know that as a leader." Whatever decision you make is no longer yours alone, now that the war has broken out! You have to fight this war to the end! Our Maomo family has no room for retreat! If you want to become the leader of the western region, war is a subject you must learn!"

"Yes, father, I know what to do!" Momorevent nodded firmly. Sweeping away the confusion just now, in the heart of Mao Mo Lavent, his father Mao Mo Dain is a god. With the support of his father, Mawmodain, this war was not completely without the power of a fight

Mao Moravant turned to the few family servants behind him and said, "I'm sure you all heard it." This war has a bearing on the family and the entire western region! No matter who the opponent is, we must face it!"

"Master, please give orders." A tall servant said with a resolute face

"Okay! worthy of being a warrior of my Maumor family!" Mamoravant patted his thick shoulder with a fierce expression, and said, "The terrain in the west is complex, and the little Samorian army needs time to adapt, and I believe that it will not soon break through to the center of the wasteland, Womitte, Lenkutai." You immediately lead the First Banner Regiment of Maomo into Womit and cooperate with the local Feilunhai family to build a defensive line!"

Maulavant pointed to another servant and said, "Narifit, you lead the Second Banner Regiment of Maumo to hold the wasteland fortress Fort Lenmiffit!" Moravent's voice paused, and suddenly his voice raised. I will personally lead the Maumo Cavalry Banner Regiment to support you. Since Samar is propagating that he will fight the city of Salan within ten days, then we will tell them in the way of the westerners, which is wishful thinking!"

"Victory! Victory!" Affected by the fierce demeanor of Mao Mo Lavent, more than a dozen Mao Mo family leaders raised their hands and shouted

"I'm tired, I'll leave the matter to you here". Mao Mo Dain looked at the son in front of him and the new generation of Mao Mo who had grown up behind him, and nodded cautiously. Fortunately, this kid is not too bad, at least he knows how to stir people's hearts!, Mao Moda is worthy of being a generation of heroes who pioneered the west alone.

In the face of the unfavorable situation, just a few words aroused the confidence and will of the new generation of the Maomo family

Mao Mo Dain walked into the side door of the hall with the support of several servants, and the old butler followed from behind, and whispered in Mao Mo Dain's ear with a puzzled face, "My lord, why don't we help these young people" In fact, we have not reached the point where war is needed between us and Samor, as long as we immediately send a messenger to explain, I believe there is still room for turnaround!"

Mao Modas looked at the old butler with a cloudy gaze, was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "Old Fez, you must know that as a leader, Lavent must learn what it means to compromise, although sometimes, it is more unbearable than defeat!"

"My lord, do you really want to hand over the family to Young Master Lavent?" the old butler's face changed, and he suddenly asked, "To be honest, Young Master Lavent is already forty years old. But if he is still so impulsive, under his guidance, there may be chaos."

"Huh. There is no permanent zài family in the world!You follow me from the south, haven't you seen through these things!" Mao Mo Dain smiled calmly, "Although there are many men in my Mao Mo family, most of them are some mediocre people with no ambitions, although Lavent is impulsive and full of expansion, on the contrary, what my Mao Mo family needs the most now,

The current west is no longer the barren and calm west when you followed me sixty years ago, you should have seen it in the meeting just now, the cultivation policy of the Mao Mo family needs to be adjusted!

"Yes, master!" said the old butler, bowing his head with a sad face, his eyes flashing with indescribable complexity

"I see that intrigue and ambition are spreading in this peaceful land. The relationship between the snow-capped mountains and the wasteland area has deteriorated further! This may ruin the western region!"

The corners of Mao Modain's mouth moved, and he sighed and said, "You are right, the seven-colored leaves of the Snow Mountain are expanding rapidly, it is said that they have secretly signed an alliance, sooner or later, the Lord of the Snow Mountain will touch the interests of the Lord of the Wasteland! become the prey of other forces,

This is also the reason why I finally made up my mind to let go, a lord without ambition, never have the opportunity to touch the glorious aura, without a strong beating heart, sooner or later the Maumo family will fall into the prey of others! Lavent's ambition can provide power for the family. Rather than let it do nothing"; It's better to loosen the rope. Let it spread its wings and fly high!"

"Yes...... Can. What if the family is defeated?" the old butler looked hesitant before he finally mustered up the courage to say the forbidden word

"Defeated?hehe, not just in case!, but surely" Mao Modain's expression was dark, and his thin fingers clenched the scepter and trembled, as if he was saying these words with the strength of his whole body,

He looked at Old Firth with sharp eyes and said, "But we don't need to worry about this at all! Samor's enemy is not us! The west doesn't mean much to Samor, and it can be seen from the letter that Samor gives me that what they need is only the western passage!"

"Passage?" the old butler said with a stunned face, "The west is backed by the Great Snow Mountain, and the north is connected to the Kugit Wasteland, is Samor going to attack the Kujits!"

"Don't forget, the Western Wastelands are within the realm of the Left Guard Tribe," the corners of Mamodayin's dry mouth grinned, and those who knew him well knew that the old man was smiling

"King Kujit Zuowei and Samoor are old enemies! If Lavent is really defeated, we will give Samor the right of way, which may be a good thing for us in the west!"

"A good thing?" Old Fez's eyes were bulging, and Yan Zhan Ng wondered if his old master was suffering from some kind of hypothesis

Mao Modaine raised his head, staring at a window on the roof with a cloudy gaze, and the golden sunlight shone down from above, forming a hazy pillar of light, and countless dust moved up and down in the pillar of light like a spirit dancing up and down... ８。 Pick up the book, pick up the body differently!

"Do you see the dust?" said Mamodain, pointing to the point of light in the pillar of light, turning around, meaningfully

"The future is like these dusts, always rising and falling in the pillar of history! The same is true of the future of the west, and Samar must be looking for a trade route to the north if he wants to open up the western passage, and this is the future of the west!

"No, the Left Guard tribe in the western wasteland will not let go of the Samore caravan!" the old butler said with a stern face, "Unless Samar wants to go to war with the Left Guard tribe again!"

"You're right!" Mamodayin nodded, "So Samol won't embarrass our Maumo family, because he still needs us! For Samore's western operations this time. I have already made people prepare, and I want to make this war the best opportunity for the Momo family to enter the core of Samor's power!"

Northwest of Hutak

The morning mist filled the land, and the white confusion made the western wilderness a little desolate, I wonder if it was because the leaves were washed. After the snow breaks, the forest looks greener and greener. The golden morning light shines through the leaves, making it look hazy and beautiful. It's like a fairytale world

The fat man pushed open the window of his bedroom in Hutalunku City, and the fresh morning air was blowing in his face, mixed with the coolness of the morning breeze. There was not a trace of clouds in the blue sky, and the hot sun sprinkled the earth with a flaming passion, and the fat man took the chain mail from the guard's hand,

"Grand Duke! Saran City Urgent!" a Samor guard pushed open the door, holding a dusty letter in his hand, it seemed that the messenger had been running for at least two all-nighters in a row, and the situation was so hurried that the fat man couldn't help frowning slightly, and there was a hint of foreboding in his heart,

After a while, the fat man raised his head, looked at the wasteland outside through the window for a long time, then turned to the guard behind him and said, "Send someone to inform the troops training on the border, the war has broken out!

Hundreds of majestic horses galloped across the wasteland, and the gray earth spread under the hooves of the flying horses. The black cavalry was like a herd of antelopes migrating across the continent, rolling up a cloud of dust and dust rising from the sky.

"All stop!" said the captain of the Samar cavalry, who had the lead in the lead, waved his hand, reined in his horse at a crossroads, and instructed the several groups of cavalry guards who followed behind him

"Squad Allenfee! Go to Ventuco, Squad Nurento. Go to the city of Sataris! Remember, no matter what happens, you must rush back here in the evening to assemble! If you don't come back, you will report it to the legion headquarters as a treatment for the death of the war!"

"Yes!" the Samour cavalry nodded in response, and quickly divided into three teams, one team was stationed at the ten-mile intersection, and the other two teams were separated and rushed to their respective goals!

After receiving the letter sent back by Hukochili on a fast horse, the 50,000 main Samore Banner Regiment stationed on the western border crossed the western boundary line in the evening, and under the guidance provided by the Jones family, they occupied three areas bordering the western border line in succession overnight.

Then the soldiers divided into three ways, like a sharp blade, plunged straight into the belly of the Western Alliance. In order to minimize resistance, the fat man decided to adopt a policy of fighting and pulling the lords in the western hinterland, pressing the border head-on, and secretly sending envoys to persuade these weak lords to surrender