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The little prince Mahara was very relaxed. After his army arrived, he only ordered to surround Montenegro, but he did not launch an attack on Montenegro immediately.

The people on Montenegro were not at ease anymore. Seeing the arrival of the other party's army, everyone's heart was shrouded in a haze.

It was previously estimated that the strength of the little prince should be around 3, and with the addition of the Zhula tribe, the maximum is 4. But after the arrival of Mahara's main force today, Gulaqin discovered that the strength of the little prince's main force was There are definitely more than 3 people, and even the forward army, the strength even exceeds 4, which is more than [-] people than expected.

Although this army is mixed with herdsmen from many tribes in the Qingluo Prairie, its number is huge, which is much higher than that of Gulaqin.

Gulaqin has 4000 troops in the three peaks of Montenegro, and now it has less than 5 people, with heavy casualties. Although the Maha King Kong and Zhula tribes also suffered a lot of losses, after the arrival of the main army, their total number of troops remained the same. Around [-] people.

Among them, there is also the powerful Imperial Guard.

Zhuo Yanlun took a deep breath, approached Maha Zang, and said softly: "Prince, Maha Luo is going to trap us here to death!"

"I know." At this moment, Maha Zang's expression was still very calm: "It seems that I still underestimated Mahara, he was able to judge that I was guarding the Right Wing Peak!"

"The eldest prince thinks he has identified your location?"

Mohazang stroked his thick beard and said, "I may have made a mistake." He sat down slowly, "If I were him, I might have the same judgment. Among the three peaks of Heishan, Yingshou Peak is in the middle. Among the three peaks, the importance is the highest, so it must withstand the most fierce attack, and Zuo Wing Peak is located in the southern section, and the Zhula people came from the south, so Zuo Wing Peak is the first to bear the brunt, and Zuo Wing Peak is also expected To be attacked violently by the Chula people. Comparatively speaking, among the three peaks, the pressure on the Right Wing Peak may be the least, and Mahara may have judged that I will definitely stay on the Right Wing Peak... He did not Misjudgment!"

"Why didn't they launch an attack?" Zhuo Yanlun asked puzzled.

"Morale!" Maha Zang sneered, "He wants to cool down the blood of our Gulaqin warriors." He wanted to face the continuous enemy army down the mountain, and said lightly: "He wants to show his strength in front of me more." His ability... Paying the least price to make me surrender is the greatest wish in his heart!"

Zhuo Yanlun didn't ask any more questions, and Chu Huan could understand the meaning of Maha Tibetan words. ..

It is true that Mahara has heavy troops in his hands. If he launches an attack on Montenegro at this time, he may really be able to capture Montenegro with his strong military strength, but at this moment, the Gulaqin people are still tense. , will definitely fight to the death, even if Mahara's army really planted the flag on the top of the mountain, the price they will pay will be extremely tragic.

But he didn't launch an attack now, but it made Gulaqin feel uneasy. In the face of the opponent's absolute strength, if he kept surrounding him like this without fighting, Gulaqin's tense spirit would collapse sooner or later.

"Prince, it seems that our Gulaqin is more or less ominous this time." At this time, Zhuo Yanlun also had to face the reality, and said softly: "After dark, I will mobilize people and observe the enemy. Weak places, the eldest prince leads people to break out!"

"Breakthrough?" Moha Zang suddenly laughed, "Zhuo Yanlun, do you think this prince will leave you alone?"

"Zhuo Yanlun absolutely has no such intention." Zhuo Yanlun shook his head and said: "But now, the eldest prince has a distinguished status...!"

Moha Zang shook his head and said, "I know you thought you were going to lose, but you were wrong." There was a flash of light in the depths of his eyes, "Zhuo Yanlun, everything has just begun. Mahara came here, Don’t even think about leaving alive!”

His voice seemed quite confident, but Zhuo Yanlun behind him didn't take it seriously.

In such a situation, to be able to escape unscathed would have to beg God's blessing, needless to say that he could turn the tables and kill Mahara.

This day, until dark, the enemy army did not dispatch a single soldier to attack. After dark, all the peaks only felt that the enemy army might attack at night, so they all raised their spirits and put their whole body on alert.

Around Montenegro, bonfires were lit, and the enemy soldiers were laughing and laughing, but it was extremely lively. The Gulaqin people on the mountain could even see soldiers dancing for fun beside the enemy bonfires.

Although they saw that the enemy had no intention of attacking, the Gulaqin people did not dare to take it lightly. In the middle of the night, they suddenly rushed out from the opponent's formation. He got up his spirits and prepared to fight to the death, but only saw that the teams sent by the opponent were very few. These teams ran towards the three peaks of the Black Mountain, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, they used their shields to protect them and started shouting loudly. Persuade the Gulaqin people on the mountain to put down their weapons and surrender, promising that as long as they put down their weapons, they will forget the past.

These people who sent out to shout, their lines are exactly the same, the same, they are moved with emotion and reason, claiming that Maha Zang is at the end of his life, if they follow, they will die in vain, and after death they will be punished by the West. Liang's descendants scolded him for not getting the name of a warrior. He also mentioned that if he stubbornly resisted, his family members would be implicated after death. At that time, even his family members would be accused of treason, and there would be no place to die.

Occasionally, arrows were shot down from the mountain, but they were blocked by shields.

This night, although the enemy did not attack, they would send people out to shout almost every hour.

By the next day, most of the Gulaqin people stayed up all night, and they were a little tired. They wanted to close their eyes and rest for a while, but who knew that the enemy's war drum suddenly sounded, and the Gulaqin people hurriedly prepared for the battle. Thinking that the other party was about to attack, after a long time of trouble, the other party still just sent someone out to shout.

After another day like this, most of the Gulaqin people were exhausted, and the enemy beat the drums from time to time, disturbing the Gulaqin people. The Gulaqin people wanted to have a good rest, but every time the drum sounded, they were worried. When the enemy launched an attack, he could never get a good rest. Although every time after the drums of battle, the opponent did not actually attack, but no one was sure which time the opponent would actually attack, and he never dared to take it lightly. The army seemed very relaxed, but the Gulaqin people on the mountain were always tense.

Chu Huan saw it in his eyes and knew that Mahara's attack was purely a psychological warfare.

Undoubtedly, the previous battles made Mahara understand the resistance of the Gulaqin people, and he naturally understood that if he continued to attack, he would only shed more blood.

Thousands of Tariq warriors had already died in Montenegro. Such a sacrifice must have been unacceptable to Mahara. In order to reduce losses, this psychological tactic was used.

Although this can't solve the battle quickly, and tens of thousands of horses will consume a lot every day, but one more day will put more pressure on Gulaqin's psychology, and this pressure will eventually lead to collapse.

From Gula Qinren's face, Chu Huan saw not only exhaustion, but also restlessness.

The Gulaqin people were suffering, and this torment lasted for three days. During the period, several times, the enemy army lined up and charged towards Montenegro. When the Gulaqin people were about to fight, the opponent suddenly turned around and returned to the main formation.

More and more people began to become anxious and irritable. Under fatigue, some people even found it difficult to wake up after falling asleep.

Zhuo Yanlun's complexion became uglier day by day, and after several days, Maha Zang seemed to become more and more calm. At dusk, he suddenly asked Chu Huan beside him: "Brother, do you think Qu Lujin and the others have already started attacking?" ?”

"If there is no accident, they have already launched an attack!" Chu Huan looked at the setting sun in the west: "If everything goes well, Mahara may get the news soon." Turning to look at Maha Zang, he asked : "Prince, with all due respect, it seems that the opponent's troops are stronger than imagined. After these few days, the morale of the generals on the mountain has been greatly reduced. Even if they get the news and send troops to help, the remaining troops , Montenegro may not be able to resist."

Moha Zang looked at Chu Huan, and laughed. He didn't look tired, but he looked very energetic, "As long as they dispatch their troops and leave, we will be more confident... It's almost time, when It's time...!" He muttered that it was time, Chu Huan frowned, not understanding what he meant by "it's time".

Chu Huan's prediction was not wrong. Mahara had received the military report at this time, and the dozen or so patriarchs who came from the Qingluo Prairie in distress were crying in Mahara's tent, all of them still in shock.

"Little prince, they suddenly appeared like ghosts, and they killed people and burned tents when they saw them." A surviving patriarch cried, "If I hadn't walked fast, I would have died under their sabers!"

"Little prince, hurry up and send troops back to help. If it is too late, countless tribes will suffer."

Mahara sat on the chair, his face was a bit ugly, his figure was slightly shorter than Maha Zang, but he was very strong, with a thick back, eyes like copper bells, big earrings on his ears, and thick lips , although the eyes are big, but the pupils are very small in the big eyes, and it looks tricky and spicy.

"How many people are there?"

"Thousands of people...!"

"No, there are ten thousand people!" Someone next to him immediately retorted, "Little Prince, their people are overwhelming, the number is innumerable, at least there are ten thousand people."

"Thousands of people?" A person next to him said with a sad face: "It's not just ten thousand people, I only see their cavalry everywhere, and their troops have spread all over the Qingluo Prairie...!"

Mahara snorted coldly, and said: "Ten thousand people? This prince asks you, where did Maha hide the ten thousand people? Where did he transfer the ten thousand people?" Scanning the group of patriarchs, "And they are cavalry, even if he It is true that Gulaqin cavalry was secretly dispatched to attack the Qingluo prairie. Where did the tens of thousands of cavalry come from? It is impossible for Gulaqin to have so many war horses, let alone so many elite cavalry. And if It is such a huge cavalry, why did this prince know nothing about them when they entered the Qingluo Prairie? Such a huge cavalry army, it is impossible to sneak past this prince quietly...!"

All the patriarchs looked sad. Until now, no one knew exactly how many cavalry had poured into the Qingluo Prairie. Everyone only knew that the cavalry came and went without a trace, only burning and killing, not looting.

"Where are your troops?" Mahara frowned and said, "As the chief of the tribe, all of them fled in embarrassment. What about your soldiers? Why are they all like bereaved dogs?"

"Little prince, how many soldiers and horses do we have in our hands?" A patriarch said helplessly: "Those who can fight must either join the guards or follow them to the state of Qin, and the rest will follow the little prince to conquer Gulaqin." , who knew that Maha Zang was so cunning, taking advantage of our emptiness, to launch a sneak attack."

The Qingna Prairie is the territory of the Maha Clan, and the large and small tribes in the Qingna Prairie are also branches of the Maha Clan. The soldiers of the Babaitu and Tariq Guards are almost all warriors of the tribes in the Qingna Prairie Except for some who went to Qin with Xiao Tianwen, most of the warriors in the Qingluo Prairie who were good at fighting had followed Mahara to the Black Mountain.

At this time, a report came from outside the tent, "Report, Zhula Lishe, the patriarch of the Zhula tribe, is begging to see the little prince!"

Mahara raised his hand and said, "Let him in!"

Soon, accompanied by the sound of sobbing, a skinny old man who was over half a hundred years old had already entered the tent, with snot and tears: "Little prince, Mahazang sent [-] soldiers to take advantage of my lack of troops in Heishuihe." The iron cavalry attacked the Blackwater River, and more than a dozen tribes have been burned and killed by the Blackwater River, I implore the little prince to send troops and horses, and come back with my Zhula tribe to help!"