Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 917
At the foot of Tonggu Mountain, the two armies lined up.

The soldiers and horses on both sides are the most elite soldiers and horses, with shields in front, spears in the middle, and archers staring at each other. The distance between the soldiers is less than eighty steps, and a cold breath is suppressing The radius is hundreds of meters.

In the middle of the two armies, there was an empty space with a desk and two futons.

Sitting cross-legged on the north side of the desk, Mu Jing was making some tea in An Ran, leisurely, waiting in An Ran, without any sense of urgency.

About half an hour passed.

At this moment, Meng Huo, the barbarian king, rode out from the barbarian army and slowly approached the desk, staring down at Mujing. He was very curious about this young man who almost single-handedly destroyed him. .

Yes, just curious.

There are many legends about Mujing in the Central Plains, and many of them spread to the southwest one after another. Besides, Mujing was also an indirect help when he captured the southwest.

This young man felt strange to him, yet he was familiar with it.

"Minghou Mujing?"

Meng Huo squinted his eyes and cried out in a low voice.

"Are you going to talk to me like this?" Mu Jing raised his head, a sharp coldness flashed across his eyes.

"Yijieshan is a barbarian who doesn't know etiquette, don't blame him!"

Meng Huo took a deep breath, jumped off the horse, and walked over slowly, without any malice.

Although he has peerless force.

He also wanted to capture the thief and the king, and capturing and killing Mu Jing could change the current plight of the barbarian army.

But seeing the strong man who was less than two steps behind Mujing, he felt that no matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to hurt Mujing, so it was not a rational choice to make a sneak attack.

"Sit!" Mu Jing calmly poured tea into the opposite teacup: "Try it, this is the tea from the Central Plains!"

"heard about it!"

Meng Huo glanced at the teacup.

"Don't dare to drink it? Are you afraid it will be poisonous?" Seeing that he was still refusing to understand, Mujing smiled indifferently at the corner of his mouth.

"afraid!"

Meng Huo admitted without hesitation: "Be careful with everything!"

"Be vigilant enough!" Mu Jing nodded, a little approving of his cautiousness, and said with a smile: "Then you will have no luck!"

"Not necessarily!"

Meng Huo picked up the teacup and took a sip. It was a bit bitter, and then he felt a little bit of sweetness, and there was a fragrance in his mouth. The tea from the Central Plains really had a different feeling.

"Aren't you afraid now?" Mu Jing asked curiously.

"I know that this cup of tea is not poisonous. In fact, the barbarians of our Hundred Thousand Mountains are not afraid of poison. Some of our tribes play poison better than anyone else. As for whether it is poisonous or not, all we need to do is smell it gently. Once we smell it, we are born to tell the difference!" Meng Huo said softly.

When he said this, Mu Jing remembered that the barbarians of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, including the Miao Jiang of later generations, were all experts in playing with drugs, and they were people who could eat poison as a meal.

"Good tea!" Meng Huo said softly.

"You still have the mentality of tasting tea, you have to impress someone!" Mu Jing was also looking at the barbarian king.

As far as he knew, there had been no barbarian kings in Nanman for many years. The cave masters of each cave led their own tribes and handled their own affairs. There was not much contact between tribes unless they traded some items.

However, Meng Huo was able to directly unify the various tribes of the barbarians. No matter in terms of personality, ability, means, and city, he was a person that should not be underestimated.

There are not many records about Meng Huo in history.

It is more to set off Zhuge Liang's ingenuity, a serious stepping stone, and just a tragedy.

But in fact, the leader who can lead hundreds of thousands or even millions of barbarians in southern Xinjiang is not an ordinary person, at least a capable person with all-round talents in civil and military affairs.

"This is the end of the matter, I can't blame others!"

Meng Huo said coldly: "Is it possible that you still want to bow your knees in front of you?"

"You should be very clear that even if you are willing to work hard, you won't be able to get out at all. I don't need to fight you. As long as you delay for three to five days, you will be defeated." Mu Jing said analytically.

"You didn't come to talk to me about this, did you?" Meng Huo sneered.

Of course he knew that even if he tried his best to break through, the chance of escaping was less than one percent. His greatest hope was to fight off a few enemies and bring a few more Han people to be buried with him.

Now surrounded by all sides, even if they really put on their wings, they would not be able to escape at all.

The most important thing is the fighting power of the Mu army. They clearly felt that they tried their best to break through the encirclement three times before, but they couldn't break through half a step, so they were desperate.

"I want you to surrender!" Mu Jing said frankly: "The Hundred Thousand Mountains, all the barbarian tribes belong to my Minghou Mansion!"

"You are dreaming!"

The pride in Meng Huo's chest could not be extinguished, and he slapped the table, shouting angrily in a cold and harsh voice: "I, Meng Huo, am the king of the barbarians. There have always been only barbarian kings who died in battle, and there were no barbarian kings who surrendered. Will my barbarians surrender?"

"I do not deserve?"

Hearing this, Mu Jing's eyes became sharper instantly, and his whole body breath rose slowly: "I heard that the barbarians only submit to those who are stronger than them. Now, I have defeated you, my warriors of the Mu army, and the soldiers of your barbarian army!" Warrior, am I not worthy, who is worthy in this world!"

"It's not you!"

Meng Huo clenched his fists suddenly, and said quietly.

"What do you mean?" Mu Jing frowned.

"Mulongtu, you know very well in your heart that our barbarian army has never been defeated by your shepherd army, but by our own allies!"

When Meng Huo said this, there was a burst of hostility in his body. He was unwilling to admit defeat because he lost too much: "If we fight, even if I lose, you don't want to block us! "

It is undeniable that they were indeed at a disadvantage when fighting the Mu army. Although their individual capabilities were strong, they were not as good as the army in terms of coordination and equipment. He admitted this.

But he always believed that the barbarian army would not be easily defeated.

The biggest advantage of the barbarian army is in the mountains and forests.

rather than on the plains.

"You don't agree?"

Mu Jing calmed down, narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Meng Huo, and said in a low voice.

"Yes, I'm not convinced!"

The whole life Meng Huo yelled seemed to protrude the stuffiness in his chest. In this battle, he lost too much. If he lost in an upright manner, he would admit it, but he was stabbed by his most trusted ally. As a result of the defeat of the army, he was not reconciled and refused to accept it.

"it is good!"

Mu Jing smiled brightly, because Meng Huo was unconvinced when he asked for it, and he said calmly, "In that case, I'll let you go!"

"what?"

Meng Huo was taken aback for a moment, and an incredible light flickered in his pupils.

"I said, I'll let you go!" Mu Jing repeated.

"Han people are all cunning!" Meng Huo took a deep breath and calmed down, but the scorching heat in his eyes did not fade away, but he fixed his eyes on Mujing. He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Mujing's gourd, but There seemed to be a turning point in this matter, his face was rather gloomy, and he said, "You won't be so kind, what exactly do you want?"

"It's easy!"

Mu Jing said softly: "I want you to surrender to me wholeheartedly. This time I let you go, but it's just you, your soldiers and horses. You can't take any of them away. I'll give you a chance to go back. I will give you a chance to re-recruit soldiers and horses, give you a fair chance to fight, as long as you lose, you have to surrender to me!"

"Impossible, I will not abandon my warrior!"

"You have no choice!" Mu Jing said coldly: "I let you go, not because I was reluctant to kill you, and I kept these barbarian warriors, and I didn't threaten you. You want a chance, and I will give it to you, but since you have already lost Now, you have to pay the price!"

He paused, then continued: "If you had only one choice before, now you have two choices. First, you take your warriors and break through. How much you die, I promise, you The more resolute you are, the more corpses will be left on the Tonggu Mountain, and the second option, you flee for your life, recruit new soldiers, and fight me again, you lose, you surrender, I lose, what I did today Of the captive barbarian warriors, I will return all of them to you!"

"You'd better recognize one thing. Now, I am the master, and you only have the right to choose, choose to live or choose to die!" Mu Jing stood up slowly, the breath on his body seemed to be like the scorching sun in the sky , The terrifying aura, even Meng Huo felt a little bit of chill in his heart.

"If I can beat you, will you really give me back my warrior?" Meng Huo gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and asked a little darkly.

"meeting!"

The word Mujing is like a thousand pieces of gold.

"I still have two conditions!"

"tell me the story!"

"First, I won. You must swear in front of the people of Yizhou County that you will not send troops to a hundred thousand mountains!" Meng Huo clearly recognized one thing, that is, Nanzhong could not stop Mujing's footsteps .

"He has a big heart!" Mu Jing sneered.

"Second, I want to take away the three thousand guards around me!"

Meng Huo continued.

"Three thousand personal guards? It's interesting, okay, I'll be more generous, and I will agree to you!" Mu Jing shrugged: "But this is a bet, since you have increased the stake, I have to increase the stake, it is fair, yes wrong!"

"What do you want?"

"How about it?"

The corner of Mujing's mouth raised a playful smile: "If you are a barbarian, there are really not many things that I care about. If you are lucky enough to win, it's fine. For me, it's a hundred thousand mountains. No, but if you lose, I want to add one more condition, all tribes must move out of the mountains, live in towns, register in Ming Dynasty, and accept the laws and regulations of Minghou Mansion!"

Foreign races are difficult to control, that is because these people do not respect the law, they are used to being wild in the mountains, they disagree with each other, they fight, and they are happy to enmity.

As long as they can be moved out, Mu Jing is confident that no matter how difficult the tribe is to manage, he can manage them all submissively.

"can!"

Meng Huo gritted his teeth, and agreed, even if he didn't answer, he stepped up, and Mu Jing would definitely increase the conditions.

"How do I know that what you say will count?" Meng Huo asked.

"How do I know if you, Meng Huo, will keep your promise!"

Mu Jing raised his head, his eyes sharp.

"I, Meng Huo, swear in the name of the God of Pangu, today's covenant, I will never regret it in life or death. If there is any violation, I am willing to suffer the punishment of ten thousand gu!" Meng Huo solemnly swore to the sky.

The barbarians originated from witches and believed in the god Pangu. |
The ten thousand Gu punishment is the cruelest punishment for the barbarians.

"I, Mujing, swear in the name of my late father that today's covenant will not be regretted in life or death. If there is any violation, I am willing to accept the punishment of being quartered!"

Mu Jing said solemnly.

He disregards the sky and disrespects the ground. In this era, the only thing he respects is his father. It is already his greatest sincerity to swear by his father.

"I will show you how powerful my barbarians are!"

Meng Huo's eyes were like fire, and his fighting spirit was burning.

"Wait and see!"

Mu Jing smiled coldly: "After an hour, the ferry on the river will be opened. Our soldiers will not regret any offensive actions. You and the three thousand guards under your command can cross the shore without a boat or a boat. You It’s a life saved!”

"I will order the warriors on the mountain to lay down their weapons. If you dare to slaughter them, you will live and die in the future. As long as we have a breath, I will fight you forever!" Meng Huo turned his head, got on his horse, and returned to the army formation.

He only has one hour to arrange follow-up matters, and he must race against time. To a certain extent, he has abandoned these warriors. He feels guilty, but he has no regrets, because this is the only chance to survive.

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Letting them go, Mu Jing sipped tea naturally.

"Swearing to the barbarians, should I say you are stupid, or that you are arrogant?"

Xi Zhicai didn't know what appeared beside Mu Jing, he frowned.

"You mean that I let him go!" Mu Jing shrugged and said, "It was my original decision to let him go. As for the bet and the oath, it was just a whim. Don't make any oaths because of the interests of the clan. , even if Meng Huo is allowed to die and bear any charges, he will not frown at all, I never believed that he would submit obediently!"

"On the other hand, even if Meng Huo wins, you won't fulfill your promise?"

Xi Zhicai widened his eyes.

"You can really draw inferences from one example!" Mu Jing said with a smile: "An idea is always an idea, just keep it in your heart, why say it out, it will damage my impression of being wise and powerful!"

"Damn!" Xi Zhicai took a sip, and then his eyes became a little puzzled. Now he feels that he is becoming more and more incomprehensible to Mujing's thoughts, especially since Mujing is in the southwest, he seems to be hiding A lot of thoughts, so that I can't figure it out.

"In that case, why did you make an oath with him here?"

"The problem of the barbarians must always be resolved, and I must hold righteousness in my hands!"

Mu Jing said in a deep voice.

"As long as he Meng Huo loses, Meng Huo can only hold his nose and bear everything, because my fist is big enough, because I dare to fight, as long as he dares to break the contract, I will be famous and slaughter a hundred thousand mountains!"

"Will the barbarian army have a chance to come back?"

"Why do you think I let Meng Huo go!" Mu Jing sneered, "That's because he won't be able to turn himself over for the rest of his life. The barbarian army still has strength, but Meng Huo will definitely not face us when he regroups for the first time. , we are just enemies, but it is not us who betrayed him, people, often the first thing they look for is not the enemy, but the enemy!"

"You mean..."

Xi Zhicai understood immediately, and he felt Mu Jing's insidiousness more and more: "Using barbarians to deal with Yong Kai, you are killing two birds with one stone!"

(End of this chapter)