In the position of the Beitu barracks, thousands of iron cavalry are arranged, swords and guns are held high, and the soldiers are anxiously waiting for the people on the platform to issue military orders. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the high platform, Wentu wore an iron helmet, a black eagle feather stood on the top of his head, the battle helmet was tightly tied under the chin, the iron armor was draped, the battle robe was slightly fluttering, and a black axe poked the ground obliquely; his eyes were blazing, half melancholy, and he slowly inspected the passionate soldiers in the audience, and shouted in a loud voice: "Warriors, the Dongfang Muta tribe forcibly recruited soldiers and horses, oppressed their own clans, and the herdsmen were in pain, and the sun god was angry and ordered the town to exterminate his subordinates. Wen only thinks of the will of heaven, and does not cut down the wooden tower and vows not to give up, if there is a heavenly responsibility, I Wentu is the only one, and those who want to retreat can return to the camp, and follow me to the east to conquer the wooden tower——"

A roar that had been silent for eight years was deafening......

On the first day of the fourth month of the eighth year of the Great King calendar, Guan Wentu, the deputy town of the military camp in the southern Xinjiang of the northern soil, despite the opposition of his subordinates, forcibly imprisoned Princess Ulan Tuli, the third sister of the third king of the northern king, and led 5,000 cavalry with the six-year-old Fu Rou to conquer the Muta tribe in the eastern part of the border.

Two days later, the soldiers came outside the tent.

The four wild hills and ravines are vast, the low grass is blooming, the soldiers in front of them are falling, and the wooden tower war cavalry has also been arranged, ready to fight to the death. Both mounts were ready to move, and the saber rattling.

A general saw Wentu waving his hand to stop the troops, and immediately galloped over, swaying his crotch from side to side, it seemed that he was already eager to try, he asked in a low voice: "Lord Zhenguan, why stop here, don't look at the wooden tower There are more than 10,000 soldiers, but they are all incompetent, our army can drive straight in, and the enemy army can be wiped out in less than two days!"

"Wait a minute!" Ventu did not explain why.

"Yes!" Deputy Zhen Guan Meng clamped his legs and rode his horse to deploy and settle down.

Fu Rou is still bound on Wentu's back, but the swaddling clothes she is in are hand-sewn for Ulan, and the red and bright forging lining is embroidered with two phoenixes, which are extremely precious, and the front is no longer wrapped around Wentu's chest, but a whole piece of silk cloth, which is extremely tough.

"Brother Wentu, are we at war?" Fu Rou showed a strange expression.

The reason why Wentu brought Fu Rou to the battle was because she cried endlessly, and secondly, she covered people's eyes.

"No, we're training the soldiers and horses!" said Wentu, put on earmuffs for Fu Rou again, the blind man's hearing was extremely sensitive, she was just six years old, she couldn't hear the neighing of the war horse, and the soldiers were fighting.

Suddenly, two horses galloped over.

"Wentu!" that was the leader of the Muta tribe, he was about fifty years old, squinting his eyes and questioning Wentu, "You usurped power, went against the sky, and actually led troops to recruit Beifan, who is also a minister of the sun, where is the grace of Amakusa?

"The warrant of the Northern King?! If I can get it, I don't have to imprison the princess!"

"You're a rebel!"

"Outside, the military order is disobeyed, as a town pass, I must clear the alien departments in order to stabilize the border!"

The tribal leader laughed wildly, raised his spear and waved it in a circle to show that he felt disobedient, and sneered: "You are disobedient to the king of the north, and you even carry the doll behind you, you must be afraid that you will be stabbed by your subordinate soldiers, so embarrassed, how can you talk about the royal way?"

"King of the Muta tribe, your tribe is already sparsely populated, regardless of the old and young in the family, forcibly recruit strong men, causing complaints within the tribe; at the same time, you colluded with the thieves of the southern kingdom and robbed the property and grain, which has already made the southern king dissatisfied, and will soon send troops to attack you, and then it will also cause me to unrest the northern soil!"

"Bastard!" The leader has obviously been poked in the sore spot, but he didn't expect Wentu to harass the southern kingdom and put the hat of influencing the northern king's plan, a little nervous, and returned to China to see more than 10,000 elite soldiers under his command, and then look at far more than Wentu, psychological pondering Once the stalemate lasts for a few days, the northern king finds the clue, and it is possible to be safe and sound, "My wooden tower has always been loyal to the northern king, and there will be no betrayal;

Suddenly, Ventu rode forward several feet and shouted to the enemy soldiers:

"Warriors of the Wooden Tower, your leader is no longer worthy of being the king, and I Wentu guarantees with the head of the item that those who surrender voluntarily join the army, and will be returned to the herdsmen of my northern king in the future, and the treatment is absolutely better than now. ”

In the wooden tower troops, there was a riot all of a sudden!

The leader found that the general situation was not good, and immediately rode his horse to attack, and the warriors around him also rushed over, and he wanted to stab Wentu under the horse to block the invasion of the Northern King's army, hoping that the Northern King would know about it earlier.

Wentu immediately signaled his subordinates to retreat, he didn't have to help himself, he slapped the red picture horse with his left hand, and said softly: "Bao Ju, I will take you majestic once today!" He knew that the iron hoof ability behind him would instantly level more than 10,000 warriors of the wooden tower.

The red horse itself is a god horse of the northern soil, and suddenly the master issued a military order, neighed and howled, and rushed over!

The wooden tower soldiers did not know the combat power of Wentu, and they were waiting and watching, but they had already whispered, and they didn't know who would win for a while.

The cavalry under Ventu's command shouted loudly, and some of them had already drawn their swords and guns, waiting for orders to rush into the enemy line in one fell swoop. Because their hands are strong, and the enemy is already weak.

No one would have thought that above that red horse, from a world they didn't know, was a warrior and a shuttle master!

The soldiers of all sides waited for a fierce battle, but they were disappointed, and at the moment when the three war horses were staggered, everyone saw a black long axe, no, it should be two, or it seemed to be many, and a black belt was drawn in the air, and it stopped instantly!

The leader of the wooden tower and the warlord stared in horror, and the weapons in their hands were thrown down!

They felt a tear in their necks, and in the blink of an eye, blood was dripping from the thin grass, and then they fell down one after another, and there was no breath! The two warhorses, which had lost their masters, also neighed and fled.

Seeing that the enemy general was dead in the blink of an eye, the soldiers of the Northern King immediately brandished their weapons and tried to rush to kill, but were stopped by Wentu raising his hand.

The rest of the generals of the wooden tower froze for a moment, not believing that in this situation, the extremely brave Wentu actually did not move, according to the northern military strategy, this must be the perfect moment to eradicate the enemy army. They looked at each other, and some wanted to order the cavalry to attack, but the words suddenly stopped, and the soldiers of the wooden tower behind them were whispering, and no one was sorry and angry for the death of the tribal chief, how could this battle be fought?

The warriors under the command of Ventu kept shouting loudly, and the black and pressed iron hooves kept wandering, full of magnificent momentum, but here they were lifeless, and some soldiers actually retreated to the camp!

Several generals had long been tired of the rule of the wooden tower, and at this time they had already understood, and after a little discussion, they threw down their weapons one after another and made way for the passage.

A general shouted loudly: "Wenzhenguan, we are willing to throw into the incomparably broad chest of the Northern King, may the grassland gods always protect our rich land, please enter the warriors!"

The soldiers of the wooden tower also dismounted one after another, opened the gate of the wooden tower barracks, and within half a day, the wooden fence around the wooden tower tribe was removed.

Since then, the Muta tribe that has been entrenched in the northern and southern borders for many years has disappeared, and the eastern boundary of the northern king has extended for more than 100 miles until the foot of Mount Kurono .

Hundreds of years ago, the first king of the northern soil used the strategy of "no resistance and no felling", and launched a conquest against some disobedient tribes under the pretext of confrontation, and gradually became a boulder in the northern soil, and respected himself as the king; later, the rest of the small tribes found that even if they united, they could no longer compete with the king of the north, so they bowed their heads and swore that they would never invade the king of the north, when the old king of the north realized that the scattered tribes would never threaten their status and rule, and they were afraid of the punishment of the sun god, so they made a vow with the tribes in the name of the gods, if there was no resistance to the king, they would never send troops. However, some small tribes have constant conflicts with each other, mostly to expand the herd and compete for grass sources, but this does not affect the power of the Northern King, and can only be reconciled but not controlled.

And the battle of Wentu undoubtedly caused an uproar in the northern soil.

In the Nanguan tent, Ulan was so happy that he didn't know what to do, and repeatedly praised Wentu for destroying the wooden tower without spending a single soldier, and he no longer had to worry about the eastern frontier.

"Are you fighting?" Fu Rou suddenly heard the soldiers talking and suddenly asked.

She seemed to be very scared, in her memory, there was no such concept, so she stretched out her little hand and shook it, her eyes couldn't see, she still looked for Wentu left and right, Wentu immediately reported Fu Rou from Ulan's hand, and said softly: "Brother Wentu is here, Sister Ulan and I are fighting bad guys!"

Fu Rou seemed to understand and nodded ignorantly, but she couldn't depict the appearance of a "bad guy" in her mind.

"The wooden tower has been destroyed, the Xihe tribe must have heard the news, it is estimated that it will not be long, the brother king will also expect the battle report, I'm afraid he won't allow us to attack the Xihe ......" Ulan frowned and said, since he met Wentu, he has benefited a lot, and his arrogance has disappeared a lot early, "The head of the Xihe tribe, Ximu, has a lonely temperament, and he must be willing to die unyieldingly, but we have more than 10,000 war horses, and the east is currently stable, so you can use it with confidence, and it is good to fight it quickly." ”

Ulan Tuli was determined to fight quickly, lest she give up halfway.

Wentu still covered Fu Rou's ears with earmuffs, and said: "It's not a matter of military strength, but the terrain there is chaotic, there are many hills and ravines, and it will be unfavorable to the Northern King for a long time." "It is true that once the king of the north knows that there is a war in the southern Xinjiang and that his troops are clearing out the tribes, even if he tacitly understands it, he will not dare to violate the oath of the previous king and ignore it indifferently, and he will definitely order the army to withdraw under the pressure of the patriarch in the central region.

"It's okay, I'll go and borrow some troops behind my brother's back to capture the West River in one fell swoop. ”

"This is exactly what I am worried about, once the number of victories is outnumbered, it will greatly damage the prestige of the Northern King! At the same time, if Wentu is proud of supporting the army, I am afraid that no one will believe it anymore, the princess thinks about it, borrowing reinforcements from other places, isn't it equivalent to the Northern King participating in the war?

Ulan Tuli suddenly woke up, it was true, glanced at Wentu gratefully, and had no idea in her heart, so she subconsciously touched Fu Rou, and accidentally touched Wentu's hand, Wentu immediately thought of Qiu Lin, and hurriedly retracted his hand. Ulan glanced at Wentu, simply snatched Fu Rou from Wentu's arms, stood her on the ground, squatted down and took Fu Rou into his body.

"Can't be too much, can't be too little," Wentu muttered to himself, wandering left and right, gathering the aura of all the books and novels he had read, digging out his mind and pondering, when suddenly his heart lit up and stopped, and shouted, "Yes!