In the Xihe tent, Wentu walked step by step towards the slowly approaching enemy soldiers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Warriors," he said as he walked, "I have long been here with the intention of not returning, and if you are determined to set up a new king and continue to kill, you can kill Ventu and avenge your chief, but let the warriors behind me go, only then will the fall of the West River be avoided......"

"Wen Zhenguan, we will not be greedy for life or afraid of death—" The Southern Xinjiang warrior exhaled, followed by echoing voices, and the earth-shattering cry was heard again.

That's what you want!

Wentu saw that the enemy army really retreated, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

The general of Xihe has lost the head of the clan, and he has no score in his heart, and he is even more cramped and uneasy when he sees this situation, Wentu is not afraid of death, and the warriors behind him are eyeing him, once he wants to kill Wentu, those dead soldiers will never stand by and watch, they will all be killed, the king of the north will be furious, and the new lord will be available, in this case, who wants to be the new king?

Deadlocked!

"The tribal chief is just a leader in the northern lands, on the vast grassland, are we the descendants of the sun, the descendants of our parents, or what?" Wentu saw that the time had come, and made a final fight, success or failure in this move, the achievement was the royal industry of a thousand dynasties, and defeat was the spirit of eternity, and he howled loudly with all his strength.

He was about to continue shouting, but the sound was too loud to wake Fu Rou, she could hear it through the earmuffs, and replied in a daze: "Brother Wentu, I know, it's still the child of the Northern King!"

The delicate and innocent voice of the girl immediately spread in the temporarily quiet night sky, as if a fountain of nectar extinguished the killing flames, and like a spiritual word, reminding the helpless enemy army.

"With a child!"

"How can this be killed......"

"Yes, aren't we the subordinates of the King of the North?"

"As long as there is a king, you can drink good mare's milk wine, isn't it the same?"

............

............

It's still a stalemate!

No one moved, carrying children to kill enemy generals, throwing away weapons and waiting for death, which shook the hearts of every warrior!

Everyone knows that if you kill the unarmed warriors of the North King, the North King will never give up, and the entire West River will immediately flow into a river of blood, and no one will survive!

After a while, a leader of Fang walked up to Ximu and shouted: "Ximu warriors, we are also grassland warriors, and the king of the north is the biggest warrior in the northern soil, put down your weapons and take refuge in him...... This is the frontier, and sooner or later the king of the north will come...... May the sun god bless you all ...... always," his voice was high and mournful, but with trembling and helplessness.

After saying that, he suddenly raised his long sword and committed suicide by slashing his neck! The tall strong man staggered a few steps and fell to the ground with a bang, completely giving up his life......

This scene was forever fixed in Wentu's mind, and he couldn't help but blur his eyes!

In the middle of the moment, all the soldiers of the Xihe tribe laid down their weapons, took off their armor, and dispersed one after another. There are nostalgic people, who also kneel on the ground and kiss the land of the big tent, and look back and leave three times in a hurry.

The Xihe tribe, which had been entrenched in the frontier for hundreds of years, also disappeared from the northern territory.

Wentu woke up at this time, and picked up the corpse of the leader who committed suicide, blood stains flowed down his robes, he bent his body slightly, straightened his neck, his muscles protruded, and said in a low voice: "Sun God, this is your proud warrior—"

In the distance, countless former soldiers stopped, and some were already in tears.

This is war!

"Brother Wentu, is anyone dead?" Fu Rou seemed to hear Wentu wailing.

"No, he's a hero, and a hero never dies!"

"Great, Brother Wentu will never die!" Fu Rou actually patted Wentu's back with her little hand, as if she was happy.

Early in the morning, Ulan led the soldiers to arrive quickly, and the war horse galloped down before it could stop, and rushed to the Xihe military camp, and from a distance, he saw Wentu standing there with a wooden expression!

It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's alive!

When he saw the scene in front of him, he was immediately stunned! Even his elder brother Wahda had no such ability, and he didn't need to destroy the wooden tower with a single soldier, and five hundred warriors occupied the West River!

She ran and rushed to Wentu, hugged Wentu and Fu Rou, couldn't speak for a long time, and couldn't let go of her hands, she seemed to see in her eyes that on the grassland, old and young women and children were picking grass and dancing, there was no boundary between each other, and the world was peaceful.

"Sister Ulan!" Fu Rou said, "It's Sister Ulan's scent!"

Ulan Tuli had already heard Fu Rou's words to eliminate enmity, gently stroked Fu Rou's fat face, and whispered: "Yes, yes, it's Sister Ulan! You did a good job, you said it well! We are all children of the King of the North......

The morning sun bounces out, the red shines straight into the green space, at the end of the eye, there seems to be a cloud of fog flowers, reflecting all kinds of light, the green dwarf grass is boundless, crystal clear; in the distance, scattered wild birds fly in the low air, sweeping around, as if frightened and undisturbed, as if staying and unfinished; under the birds, against the sun, there are patches of cattle and sheep, or leisurely foraging, or walking slowly, not knowing where to go, occasionally stopping, then making all kinds of chirps.

Inside and outside the camp, the soldiers who were running in a hurry dragged extremely long figures, suddenly intertwined, and suddenly scattered.

"Report to the general town pass, the count has been completed, one hundred and ten of our soldiers have fallen and one hundred and thirty-five ......wounded," a soldier reported.

"Good life!" shouted Ulan Tuli.

"Yes!"

Ulan slowly stretched out his hands to hold Fu Rou, his eyes stared at Wentu, as if asking if he should take Fu Rou away, and his eyes were immediately full of melancholy.

Wentu smiled faintly, didn't say anything, untied the bandage, hugged Fu Rou over, and found that she was already asleep, because he heard Ulan coming, he felt calm, and the fatigue of tossing all night was suddenly released, and he fell asleep. He carefully put Fu Rou into the crook of Ulan's arm, and just as he wanted to speak, he buckled her earmuffs again before taking a step back and nodding at Ulan.

Ulan pursed his lips slightly, as if he was about to cry, but he was still restrained by Wentu's fierce gaze. This is the winner's contract, the secret plan of the two!

Ulan was almost speechless, and it took a while to spit out two words, "Come on...... People ......", but the voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it, and suddenly she hugged Fu Rou tightly, closed her eyes and shouted, "Someone!"

Hula ran over a few brave soldiers and leaned over to wait.

"Guan Wentu, the deputy town of southern Xinjiang, mobilized troops and horses without authorization, forced the Muta tribe to disperse, disobeyed the military order, and then leveled the tribe of Xilu, ignoring the king of the north, ignoring the military regulations and disrespecting it, and immediately take it down for me!" Ulan almost closed his eyes and pronounced the order, and then bit his lip after speaking.

It was another half an hour, there was no movement, and the soldiers were at a loss, watching each other.

"Take it!" Ulan shouted hoarsely.

"Obey!" Several soldiers immediately stepped forward, rope Wentu hands, and then took out the long rope with the intention of tying it up, but no one did anything, peeping at the princess for the first celebrity, and seeing that there was no further meaning to order, he simply pulled the long rope and skimmed it on the ground, as if waiting for the general, so that everyone retreated and bowed, and hugged Wentu to leave the West River.

In the princess's military tent in the southern Xinjiang camp, Ulan signaled his subordinates to leave, and hurriedly ran over to untie the Wentu rope, obviously there was no trace on his wrist, but he still couldn't help complaining: "These useless soldiers are tied so hard!"

Wentu looked at Wulan's eyes were red and swollen, his face was pale and haggard, he must have stayed awake all night, worried about his stomach, and just wanted to reach out to comfort her, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he whispered: " Princess, now that the northern and southern territories are completely stable, there is no need to worry about the collusion between the tribes and the southern kingdom, but this is only the beginning, there are countless scattered tribes in the northern territory, all of whom have their own soldiers, and in the future, they will gradually turn the act of anjiang into a last resort to prevent conflicts between the tribes, in this way, the other tribes will be terrified, and everything will be subject to the ruling of the king of the north, and gradually eliminate the scattered soldiers and horses......"

"What do you mean by that?" Ulan couldn't help but panic when he heard Wentu's request, and hurriedly placed Fu Rou on the bed, and grabbed Wentu, "Isn't it, do you want to leave?"

Wentu nodded, and wanted to hold Ulan to appease him, but how could his heart be as pure as Ulan, did he dare, and said meaningfully: "In such a situation, can I still stay here?"

When Ulan heard this, it was true, he immediately let go of Wentu, opened the cabinet randomly, and began to search for his own gold and silver jewelry.

Wentu couldn't laugh when he saw it, so he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist and shook his head constantly, almost laughing, "The princess misunderstood, how could Wentu just run away? In that case, what about all the soldiers who participated in the war in southern Xinjiang, how can the king of the north deal with it? How can the princess explain, don't worry, everything will be fine!"

"Wentu, I, I really can't give up......" The princess stared at Wentu in disbelief, with grievances and reluctance in her mouth.

This voice only shouted Wentu's heart beating, what a woman who values love and righteousness, if she didn't ask Lin and Fu Rou, she must hug her like a TV series, even for a moment.

This sound was also heard by Fu Rou, who woke up, she couldn't see the two of them, and said vaguely: "Sister Wulan......"

Wulan hurriedly ran over to help Fu Rou off the bed, only then did he realize that once Wentu was leaving, Fu Rou would definitely follow, what should I do, and he also felt sorry for himself: "Rou'er, my sister can't bear you......"

When Fu Rou heard this, she smiled, raised her hand and touched Ulan's face, her thumb kept squirming, as if she was screening the words she had just heard, and asked in a low voice:

"Sister Ulan, when you grow up, can you marry Brother Wentu?"

It seems that Fu Rou doesn't know what growing up is.

As soon as these words came out, Wulan was stunned, he didn't know whether it was better to shake his head or nod, he didn't dare to look at Wentu, put his mouth to Fu Rou's ear, and whispered a word, he must have told Fu Rou not to say it after he finished speaking, and Fu Rou kept nodding. Later, Wentu lied to Fu Rou countless times, but the little clever was tight-lipped, because Sister Wulan was already her woman at this time, but her adoptive mother had no impression, and that sentence Wentu would never know, it was very simple: If there is an afterlife!

Wentu scolded Fu Rou on the side, and secretly said in his heart: It's ridiculous, how can you persuade other women to marry their husband's wife?!

The next day, a convoy of carriages and horses was on standby.

Wentu kept instructing Ulan Tuli: "No matter how angry the king of the north is, the princess must insist that Wentu imprisoned you and sent troops without authorization, otherwise the king of the north and the princess will cause trouble......"

Ulan did not speak.

"Also, unless it is a last resort, you must not meet with the soldiers of the southern country, otherwise you will definitely be ruined, and the dead and injured will be everywhere......"

In the breeze, there was still a thin braid behind his head, and Ulan was silent.

"Be kind to yourself as you are to the grassland!"

When Ventu looked at it, she was already full of grief......

Wentu was "imprisoned" in a prison car and began his journey north, all pending the ruling of the king of the north.

"Let's go......" Ulan Tuli, the third princess of Beitu, ordered in a trembling voice.