"Copy the King of Hezong and scold the city."
Hu Bugui rolled his eyes several times and finally said.
Chaohe's face was livid, almost turning into the color of pig liver.
They are upright warriors of the Khanate, descendants of Genghis Khan, who swept across the world and unified the north.
I didn't expect that when I came to Huichuan, a small county town, I would now have to imitate a woman.
Isn't it? Only women can perform the trick of crying, making trouble and hanging themselves.
Now they actually ask the warriors of the Khanate to run outside the city wall and scold the city.
A warrior curses the city and a shrew curses the street. What's the difference?
When did the upright warriors of the Khanate become as weak as a little woman with bound feet?
Seeing Chaohe's ugly face, I knew something was wrong.
If the copy was made with just a little force, the head on his neck would fall to the ground.
Hu Bugui said hurriedly: "I heard that the Han general is Wang Dechen. I wonder if the king has heard of it?"
"Wang Dechen, could it be Brother Tian? Didn't you say he is dead?" Chaihe and Yuya just looked at each other fiercely, their mouths opened so wide that they could barely close, and could almost fit a duck egg in.
Lie took a few steps back, his mouth opened in shock, and he was speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it."
"I heard that this man is in his early thirties and tall. I wonder if he is Wang Dechen?" Hu Bugui was overjoyed when he saw the attention of the two sect kings diverted, and hurriedly added fuel to the fire.
After hearing this, Chaohe's face turned extremely ugly, and he felt his heart was sinking, as if he had dropped from a high mountain to a valley.
He picked up the teacup in his hand and slammed it again. Another teacup followed in the footsteps of its predecessor.
He felt unbelievable and said with a confused look on his face: "Brother Tian has been favored by the Great Khan and was made a commander. How can he surrender to the Nanman?"
"I heard that Wang Dechen's whole family and brothers have disappeared. Now I understand, his whole family has been taken to the Nanman." Hu Bugui hurriedly explained.
Chaohe's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and he looked confused: "Now it seems that this Wang thief really surrendered to the Southern Barbarians and became the Southern Barbarian general."
Chaohe unknowingly withdrew the sword placed on Hu Bugui's neck, completely unable to accept the fact that Wang Dechen surrendered.
He couldn't help but sit on the chair, looking at the sky, his eyes dull.
Chaohe has lost several battles in a row and still has confidence.
But hearing that Wang Dechen surrendered to the Han people was even more uncomfortable than losing several battles.
Wang Dechen was not only brave, but also good at fighting. He led 100,000 barbarians to attack Jiading, Sichuan.
Victory and defeat are commonplace for military strategists, and defeat is a defeat.
Unexpectedly, this person actually surrendered to the Southern Barbarians.
You know, this person is Brother Tian in the mouth of the Khan.
Seeing Chaohe's listless look, he just glared at Hu Bugui with hatred, wishing he could take out his sword and kill him.
There is nothing greater than grief, and now I only realize this deeply.
It doesn't matter if he is an ordinary soldier, you must know that this is the commander-in-chief.
He rolled his eyes a few times, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Copy and paste, Wang Dechen is the southern barbarian general, which is a good thing for the Khanate." Ye Zhilie said extremely excitedly.
Chaohe shook his head, glared at him feebly, and asked coldly: "What's a good thing? Now the commander-in-chief of the Khanate has surrendered to the Nanman. No, this is a huge blow to the morale of the Khanate."
"Chaihe, Wang Dechen is belligerent, scolding the city may provoke him to come out to fight." He was furious that he would not fight, and shouted loudly with a red face.
He picked up the new tea cup and drank the strong tea in one gulp.
When the soldier saw him, he immediately used a teapot to add boiling water to him.
He waved his hand and said coldly with a mocking look on his face: "I want to drink tea. If you want to curse, just curse."
Chaohe felt very uncomfortable and could not order the warrior to curse.
Hearing this, Zhi Lie couldn't help but smile bitterly and winked at Hu Bugui.
Chaohe didn't want to curse, and he didn't want to give an order to curse.
Although only lie is the deputy general, he is the king of the clan after all, and he cannot afford to lose face.
Hu Bugui did not expect that the two sect kings were unwilling to give orders. He felt that his heart was falling, falling straight from the top of the mountain to the valley.
His face was extremely ugly and he had no choice but to come forward.
Fortunately, he has an identity as a staff member, which he can barely use.
He seemed to have fifteen buckets of water in his heart, and he came to the tent of Wanfu Changji.
Cheng Ji was focused on drinking tea. He didn't even look at Hu Bugui and ignored him at all.
This guy Jing came up with some bad ideas, causing him to lose his troops and generals, and he was almost completely humiliated.
Seeing Cheng Ji's appearance, Hu Bugui was extremely embarrassed, and his old face turned the color of pig liver.
"General Cheng, now there is a way to prevent you from losing a single soldier and force the other party to send troops." Hu Bugui coughed and said shamelessly.
Cheng Ji pulled out his sword, held it on Hu Bugui's neck, and stared at him coldly: "If this is untrue, I will sacrifice your head to the flag."
"Of course, of course, it's true this time, and we won't lose a single soldier." Hu Bugui said reluctantly while trembling all over, forcing himself to calm down.
Cheng Ji looked at Hu Bugui with disdain and scolded him: "You are as timid as a mouse, what's the best way to avoid losing one soldier?"
"General Cheng, scold the city." Hu Bugui licked his dry lips and swallowed hard.
"What, you actually asked me to scold the city like a woman scolding the city?" Cheng Ji was furious, and with a slight exertion, a stream of blood flowed from his neck.
Feeling severe pain coming from his neck, Hu Bugui was so frightened that he almost fainted.
Now he finally tasted the taste of being a lackey for the barbarians, and his life could not be saved at any time.
He clenched his jaw, trying to calm down.
Hu Bugui's throat moved a few times, he swallowed hard and said, "General Wan, do you know who the leader of the Southern Barbarians is?"
"The flag hanging on the city wall is Wang. I wonder which one it is?" Cheng Ji shook his head. He wanted to know who the opponent's general was. He was so beaten that he had no ability to fight back.
"General Cheng, the Southern Barbarian general is Wang Dechen." Hu Bugui saw that the other party had diverted his attention and finally saved the head on his neck, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Cheng Ji's eyes almost fell out of their sockets, and he couldn't close his jaw for a long time: "Wang Dechen? Didn't you say he was dead? Why are you here again?"
"Where did he die? Now he has surrendered to the Southern Barbarians, and he is the opponent's general. General Cheng, if you can defeat him, why is it not worth it? You know, he once served as the commander-in-chief of the Khanate." Hu Bu Gui was eloquent and hurriedly persuaded Cheng Ji.
With a clang sound, the sword in Cheng Ji's hand fell to the ground.
Cheng Ji asked with a confused look on his face: "He is Brother Tian whom Dahan talks about. Why did he want to surrender to the Nanman?"
"He was defeated and subdued by the Nanman, so he surrendered." Hu Bugui hurriedly comforted, "So General Wan, it doesn't matter that you had a few small defeats. Wang Dechen's army of 100,000 was almost wiped out."
"Now that the Southern Barbarians are so powerful, and Brother Tian is the general, how can I let me fight?" Cheng Ji didn't care about the sword falling to the ground, and sat on the chair helplessly.
A faint smile appeared on Hu Bugui's face: "General Wan, Brother Tian is very bellicose. As long as he is scolded, he will definitely not be able to resist coming out to fight."
"How many soldiers and horses does Brother Tian have?" After all, after several defeats, Cheng Ji was more or less shocked and lost his original self-confidence.
A smile appeared on Hu Bugui's lips: "He doesn't have many troops, only five thousand soldiers and horses, but the prince has more than thirty thousand soldiers and horses."
"Well, let the warriors scold the city." After hearing this, Cheng Ji couldn't care less about the face of his own warriors in the Khanate, so he had to agree to this strategy.
After seeing the various attacks of the Hu people defeated, Wang Dechen and Feng Yongcheng finally felt relieved.
The two returned to the Arrow Tower and celebrated each other with tea instead of wine.
At this time, Wang Tao, a private soldier, came in from outside.
His expressions were ever-changing, and his expression was a little strange, which made Wang Dechen puzzled: "Zibo, if you have something, why don't you just tell me?"
Zhou Jixun also felt strange and couldn't help but look at Wang Tao curiously.
