forbidden place

() After devouring a few drops of the golden rooster, Han Hui stretched out his hand and put the golden rooster on the ground.

"I know you can understand, follow me well, I will spare you, otherwise, you will definitely stew it and eat it!" Han Hui threatened the golden chicken.

After two days of preparation, Rouran stretched out his feet to pray to the heavens in Mohuer City, and honored Han Hui as a saint, and assigned a large number of people to transmit Han Hui's mythical deeds, and Mo Huer City's army was at hand.

Since it's not an invasion by foreign races, who should we follow?Is it really possible to fight to the death?

Therefore, the small tribes around Mo Huer City were all included in Hanhui's rule, and all the troops were named Rongguang Hu***, Hanhui was the spiritual leader, the commander was Rouran Shenchi, and the deputy commander was Meng white.

The chief political commissar is Liu Laosan, and Lin Xi has also become a general in the military. The overall planning is being done intensively here, and Jiuzhen, who is far away from Mo Huer City, can't sit still.

"Father, we must take the initiative to attack. This Rouran stretched out his ruler to play the banner of Rongguang to protect the motherland. It seems that he wants to rebel!" On a vast and rich grassland, in a luxurious tent, a tall man , a mighty-looking man, sitting and persuading an old man.

"Rou Ran stretched out his ruler to rebel, so naturally there are two royal courts to attack, why should we charge forward?" The old man said while lying on a big reclining chair with his eyes closed.

"Besides, our army is not enough. Suha took people out, but the result was silent. I'm afraid they were wiped out. Without Suha, the archer, our strength will be even weaker, unless nine true nine All the tribes are dispatched, and if we alone start the war, we will inevitably be destroyed." The old man said as he tapped his fingers on the armrests on both sides of the reclining chair.

"Although there is no Suha, there is still Wuzhituo. Wuzhituo is also a rare archer. Our Jiuzhen tribe still has 10,000+ warriors here. Even if we launch an attack, we may be able to make things right!" That mighty-looking man didn't give up.

"Jiumeng, you belong to the royal family of Jiuzhen. You will take over my position in the future. You must be mature when you think about things. It is okay to actively prepare for battle, but not to take the initiative to attack. They are defending the city, how can we attack?" The old man sat up straight. Sitting up, his eyes shone sharply.

"The Jiuzhen Tribe keeps fighting, but it is still the leading tribe in Xiliang. We still have the largest pastures and the most cities. Why?"

The old man looked at the mighty man Jiumeng, and his sharp eyes seemed to see his heart: "That's because our army, the Jiuzheng army is brave and good at fighting, and our tribe has many good archers, and the Jiuzheng tribe can form a million troops." The army, covering the sky and covering the sun, is invincible."

"However, this is not your proud capital, nor is it the proud capital of our Jiuzhen tribe, and it is not the basis for launching a war. Although the tribe is big, it will die if it is warlike!" The old man said earnestly.

Jiu Meng bowed his head respectfully and did not dare to refute at all. The old man was obviously very satisfied, and said in a softer voice: "I have already reported to the left account royal court to send people over. The war is about to start. Yes, but my Jiuzhen tribe must not start a war lightly!"

"I understand father!" Jiu Meng bowed to salute, and slowly backed out.

Jiu Meng returned to his tent, where several people were waiting. Seeing Jiu Meng coming in, he hurriedly asked, "How is it? Did the chief agree?"

"Oh, my father is so confused. It's okay to hold on to the old ideas. He always says that the people of the Jiuzhen Tribe can't be easily hurt. This is the capital for us to gain a foothold. This is a great opportunity. We will miss it. !” Jiu Meng sighed.

"The old chief doesn't have any plans, just keep watching like this?" A rather tall middle-aged man couldn't help frowning and said.

"Of course I don't want to read on. I have already reported to the left tent Wang Ting to send someone over. That is, can the fertile Mohuer grassland belong to us?" Jiu Meng clenched his fists, obviously unwilling.

"If you can't win Mo Huer City, you won't be able to sit on the throne of the chief of the Jiuzhen Tribe!" one person said with a sigh.

These people got together to discuss, they wanted to take the initiative to attack Mo Huer City, anyway, Rouran stretched his feet to rebel first, they had a legitimate reason.

After getting Mo Huer City, he Jiumeng will be the city lord, mastering a city and owning thousands of miles of grassland. If he inherits his father's position as the chief, he can easily stand out and become the chief of the Jiuzhen tribe.

That is the real power, far stronger than a chief.

In their eyes, as long as the brave warriors of the Jiuzhen Tribe attack, taking advantage of Rouran's stretching foot, he will definitely be able to severely injure him.

They feel that Rouran Shenchi is a fertile grassland where the city is greedy and greedy. Although they keep saying that Rouran Shenchi is rebelling, they don't really think they are rebelling.

To rebel is also the rebellion of the great Jiuzhen Tribe, and to create a law must be him who, after Jiumeng became the chief of Jiuzhen Tribe, commanded the rebellion of Jiuzhen Tribe.

They never thought that Rouran would dare to attack their Jiuzhen tribe!

What they didn't know was that two 10,000+ cavalrymen had arrived at the edge of Mohuer City, named Cao Lian, and they actually wanted to attack the Jiuzhen Tribe at any time.

On the night when Jiumeng persuaded the chief, the army rushed all the way into the grassland of the Jiuzhen tribe, and a large number of Jiuzhen small tribes were slaughtered.

Hanhui's saint carriage also followed in the army, and he knew that the bow and arrow in his hand belonged to the Suha archer of the Jiuzhen tribe.

He wanted to use the divine bow of the Jiuzhen Ministry to unify the Jiuzhen Tribe. The 20 army made a surprise attack all the way and killed countless Jiuzhen people.

Lin Xi was in charge of the logistics gathering. He only had 2 people in his hands, but it was enough to absorb soldiers and rob items.

At noon the next day, Jiu Meng was still drinking with those brothers when a soldier came in through the door and knelt down on one knee: "Young master, the chief wants you to go over!"

"I'm eating, what's the matter, Father?" Jiu Meng said impatiently.

"The person who heard the order said that it seems that Rouran stretched out his ruler and led the troops to fight!"

"What!" Jiu Meng's eyes widened, and the rest of the people at the table also put down their wine glasses with expressions of disbelief.

"That's what the messenger said, how dare you lie about this kind of thing!" The soldier said quickly.

Jiumeng took a heavy breath: "Is Rouran stretching his ruler crazy? He dared to attack the Jiuzhen Tribe, this is all right, not only Mohu but the city is ours, the three cities of Rouran are ours! "

"Young master, go see the chief first, let's organize the troops!" The rest of the people got up one after another.

Jiu Meng nodded, took a big step, and walked towards his father's chief's tent.

The old man in the big tent no longer had the leisure of yesterday, there were still plates and beef and mutton on the ground, and there were several maidservants kneeling on the ground.

"Father!" Jiu Meng came in and hurriedly bowed to salute.

"Rou Ran is a lunatic, they dare to attack our Jiuzhen Tribe, I want him to go and never return, the order of the left account royal court has not yet been fulfilled, and the reinforcements have not come!" the old man roared angrily.

"Father, our army is enough. If you immediately ask the other tribes of Jiuzhen tribe for help, I don't believe that they Rouran tribe can fight against our Jiuzhen tribe." Jiumeng said.

"That's right, ask for help, you organize your troops, we have to retreat, join Nine Eagles, and gather the strength of the two departments to fight them!" The old man said in rough clothes.

"What? Let's retreat? Don't we want to give up the Qianli Grassland?" Jiu Meng couldn't believe that his old father had made such a decision.

"What are you afraid of? We can always get back what we lose. Back then, didn't our Jiuzhen tribe give up so little grassland? Don't we still have the most fertile grassland now?" The old man snorted coldly.

Jiu Meng panted heavily, not daring to refute anything, turned his head and walked out. After walking out, he slammed the cowhide curtain of the tent hard.

In three days, the cavalry raided nearly a thousand miles and came to a king's tent of the Jiuzhen tribe. The Jiuzhen tribe was the king of Xiliang, so their chief's tent has always been called the king's tent.

"Hahaha, Jiujiu is indeed a courageous person. He even gave up the Qianli grassland. Their Jiujiu City is next to Jiuying City in front. They must want to use the power of Jiuying City!" Rou Ran stretched her feet and smiled. Said to Cui Zhongqing.