Chaos on the temples: You can't escape if you provoke treacherous ministers

"We and the imperial court have not yet reached the point where we must fight!"

Sikong Qingyun looked at Yan Mu and snorted coldly, "You just don't want us to hand you over to the court and want us to protect you, but you are an outsider, why?"

Yan Mu shrugged, "I just told a fact, do you want to hear it or not? Just look at the corpses of those people. You endure it again and again, in exchange for more sacrifices, and in exchange for the imperial court's advancement." , the result is that your morale is low, let alone fighting, the imperial army is timid."

"Don't be alarmist!" Sikong Qingyun said with a cold face.

The King of Southwest listened to the debate between the two, but did not say a word. It was not until Yan Mu said that his side's morale was low that he turned to look at the soldiers on the tower.They were wearing armor, holding spears, and stood upright. They seemed to be full of morale, but their eyes were dull, even depressed.

He also thought that they were standing here, watching those Xianbei soldiers slaughtering the people in the southwest. The people over there were shouting excitedly, but they could only stand here and watch. Maybe they were filled with indignation at first, but slowly they became Became indifferent.

If a fight was necessary at this time, would they still be able to carry spears and dare to confront these executioners who were killing people?
The city gate of Shou'an Town opened, and a general led a few soldiers out.After walking more than ten steps, the deputy general turned back and glanced at the tower. That look showed deep uneasiness and fear.

Still going to negotiate like this?Can win?
Yan Mu snorted first, but Sikong Qingyun said: "The imperial court is also looking for stability and does not want to fight. As long as we hand you three over to the imperial court, they will naturally agree to withdraw."

Sikong Qingyun was full of confidence, as if everything was under his control.

"Qingyun, go to the other side's military camp to negotiate in person." The Southwest King suddenly spoke.

Sikong Qingyun was stunned for a moment, "Second uncle..."

"We agree to return these three people to the court, and they will not only withdraw their troops, but also hand over the executioners who massacred the people." The Southwest King said as he looked at Sikong Qingyun, his eyes darkening a little.

Sikong Qingyun frowned, "Second uncle, how is this possible?"

"If they refuse, how can we trust that they will not kill people in southwest China at will in the future? If such massacres will happen again and again, do we really have to endure it anymore?"

"But our military strength does not allow it..."

"The men of our twelve tribes are all tough men. Even if we fight to the last man, we will never prostrate ourselves to the Xianbei people!"

The King of Southwest gave the order, and Sikong Qingyun called him "Second Uncle" several times, but it didn't make him change his mind. He had no choice but to go out of the city to join the deputy general.

Watching the group of them heading towards the northern military camp, the Southwest King glanced at Yan Mu again.

"In the opinion of King Zhenbei, if we start a war with the imperial court in the southwest, do we have any chance of winning?"

The twelve tribes in the southwest may sound like they have a lot of people, but in fact they are only one-tenth of the Xianbei people, and the twelve tribes are not of the same mind. If they really want to fight, let alone the imperial court, they may disperse internally first.

"No." Yan Mu said truthfully.

The King of Southwest frowned, "Then you just told us not to endure it anymore. Doesn't that mean we are going to die?"

Yan Mu looked at the imperial military camp to the north, was silent for a moment, and asked, "The imperial court wants to force you to withdraw from the southwest and move to the desert in the west, so that Western Vietnam can become a pure Xianbei country, right?"

King Southwest nodded, "Yes."

"Even so, they may not want to start a real all-out war with you."

"Why?"

"Perhaps there are different voices within their court. Although their troops are strong, they have to guard the three major passes of the north, south, south, and south, and they cannot fight you with all their strength. Perhaps it is because it is an unjust battle, and the court also has to take into account its reputation. Perhaps you They have been brave before, but they are afraid." The Southwest King frowned, "You said these are all guesses."

"But if they really wanted to drive you away by force, they would never wait until now, right?" Yan Mu raised his eyebrows.

As soon as he finished speaking, drums sounded from the military camp over there.

The King of Southwest quickly looked over and saw that the Xianbei soldiers had led the soldiers who had just gone for peace talks to the guillotine, including the deputy general and Sikong Qingyun.

He frowned tightly and clenched his fists.

The other party was obviously provoking and deliberately used drums to inform them so that they could watch their people being executed with their own eyes.

Although they were far away, it seemed that they could still be seen laughing wantonly.

Then the guillotine was used, and the soldiers were beheaded one after another, including the deputy general, and finally Sikong Qingyun.

"Drum roll! Warn them!"

The tower here hurriedly beat drums to scare him, but when the other side heard the drums, they did not kill Sikong Qingyun, but tied him to a wooden frame in front of the military camp.

"Obviously, they don't agree to hand over the executioners who massacred the people, and think that your Southwest is not qualified to negotiate with the court. In other words, in their eyes, your Southwest is a bunch of bugs. They can kill your people at any time, and there is no law or military discipline." I can't even control them." Yan Mu said.

There are also people of different ethnic groups in Da Rong, but Da Rong never distinguishes superiority and inferiority based on ethnicity. In West Vietnam, the ethnic opposition is so serious that one side almost massacres the other.

"King of the Southwest, if you cannot give the court a strong enough deterrent, then the twelve tribes of your Southwest will be exterminated."

The Southwest King took a deep breath and asked the soldiers to imprison Yan Mu and the others. He also sent people to Hongye City and asked other tribal leaders to rush to Shou'an Town quickly.

Yan Mu and the other three were imprisoned in the woodshed. Yan Mu hid a piece of tile in his hand at some point. He cut the rope with his hands behind his back for a long time, and finally cut it open, and then untied Tuoba Siqi brother and sister.

"At this moment, their defenders are on the tower, let's escape." Yan Mu whispered.

Tuoba Siqi's eyes were full of worry, and he wrote in Yan Mu's hand: "If we choose, the court will definitely accuse Nannan. Wouldn't it harm them?"

Yan Mu couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Don't take yourself too seriously. The conflict between the imperial court and Southwest has become more and more intense. Sooner or later there will be a war."

Tuoba Siqi wanted to make other gestures. Yan Mu clenched his fist and refused to listen to his nonsense.

"Fei'er, you take your brother, I'll explore the way ahead."

With that said, Yan Mu came to the door and saw that there were no guards outside. He turned around and winked at Tuoba Feier, then slowly opened the door and stepped out.

"No one, come here." He shouted softly.

But Tuoba Feier winked at him. Yan Mu realized something was wrong, turned around and saw Sikong Mingyue folding her arms and looking at him with a dark face.

"You saved me, but you want to escape. Do you have any conscience?"

Yan Mu sighed, took back his outgoing foot, and raised his eyebrows at Sikong Mingyue, "You can't stop us!" (End of Chapter)