Meng Mulie stood in front of his Mongolian tent, facing south, and sniffed his nose gently.
Seeing this, Hu Yanlan on the side also followed his example and sniffed, wondering what Dahan smelled.
"Did you smell it?" Meng Mulie asked softly.
Hu Yanlan sniffed hard for a long time, but couldn't smell anything and shook her head in embarrassment.
"Even if I, the warrior of Beiyi, die, I should not die like this!"
After Meng Mulie finished speaking, he jumped up into the sky and disappeared.
Hu Yanlan raised her head and waited for a long time. When she saw no movement, she knew that Meng Mulie had left. Then she called to the generals: "Send the order and quickly assemble the army!"
The generals hesitated: "Lord Huyan, 300,000 troops and horses have just been dispatched..."
Hu Yanlan was so smart. He sighed and said, "I'm afraid those 300,000 Northern Yi warriors will turn into 300,000 withered bones... Just go and get ready!"
When the generals heard Hu Yanlan's "frustrating words", no one refuted them. Everyone knows that no matter how outrageous something is, if Hu Yanlan says it, it is true.
Everyone left one after another and notified all the tribes in Beiyi to gather their troops.
Hu Yanlan frowned and pondered for a moment, then waved to the guard on the side, who soon came over with an eagle.
After a while, the eagle flapped its wings and flew southward from the Beiyi camp.
One person leaned against the flagpole nearby, looking at the eagle hovering in the sky, and asked lazily: "Should we still contact King Anxi?"
"Since you have surrendered to us, wouldn't it be a pity not to use it?" Hu Yanlan looked at Duan Tong who was leaning against the flagpole, narrowed his eyes and smiled.
These words obviously meant something. Duan Tong also surrendered from Daqi in the Central Plains, but he just pretended not to hear it.
"I'm curious, what did the Great Khan promise to King Anxi to make the king of a vassal who had been fighting for six hundred years surrender voluntarily?" Hu Yanlan asked, tilting her head.
"The throne is not lost."
"Haha, Master Huyan, do you think I am a three-year-old child who is easy to fool? Is this the most basic condition?" Duan Tong's face darkened a little, and he felt uncomfortable being teased.
Hu Yanlan also knew that Duan Tong was not fooled by the other two reckless men, so he simply spread his hands and said: "I am just one of the four mastiffs. If Master Duan wants to know such top-secret things, you have to ask." Just sweat profusely.”
"Just like Master Duan came to vote for us, I don't know what kind of agreement Master Duan and the Great Khan reached."
Duan Tong glanced sideways and said, "It's not something that can't be said. How about an exchange?"
Hu Yanlan's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
Although there is no direct tribe or anything like this in Beiyi, it would be great if they could be brought over and the four mastiffs could work together.
Hu Yanlan asked the guard to bring a pen and paper, and said: "It's not that I can't trust Mr. Duan, but people's hearts are different. As long as one person speaks first, it's hard to say whether the other person's answer is true or false."
"How about you and I write it down first and then read it separately?"
Duan Tong nodded in agreement, this method is fair.
The two immediately picked up paper and pen and started writing. After folding, the guard handed it to each other.
Taking the information written by the other party, the two of them looked at each other and opened it.
"!!!"
Both of their faces became ugly. Hu Yanlan was shocked and Duan Tong was angry.
I saw a note in Duan Tong's hand that read: "Preserve the Zhao family."
On Hu Yanlan's hand, there were also four big characters: "Kill the Zhao family."
Duan Tong squeezed hard, and his internal force shattered the note in his hand: "The Great Khan really promised King Anxi to protect the Zhao family after conquering the Central Plains?"
Who is Zhao? Naturally, it is the Daqi royal family.
A trace of cold sweat broke out on Hu Yanlan's forehead. This time, she was so smart that she was mistaken. I wanted to extract Duan Tong's information, even if it was to kill the whole family of a senior official in the capital, or even kill the little emperor, it would not be difficult.
But who knew that Duan Tong was so ruthless that he wanted to slaughter the entire Zhao royal family!
Hu Yanlan pondered for a moment and said slowly: "I'm afraid there might be some misunderstanding..."
"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding can there be?" Duan Tong's fists clenched loudly, making the guards on the side very nervous.
After a long time, Duan Tong released his palm, took a deep breath, and turned around to leave.
"Where are you going, Master Duan?" Hu Yanlan called hurriedly.
"Attack the city! Since the Great Khan won't help me take revenge, I will take revenge myself!" Duan Tong left without looking back.
Hu Yanlan was anxious: "Quick, stop Master Duan!"
The guards hesitated and did not dare to come forward. After Hu Yanlan urged him several times, when the guards came forward and chased him out of the camp gate, Duan Tong had already disappeared.
"Master Huyan, Master Duan is missing." The guards had no chance of finding him.
Hu Yanlan narrowed her triangular eyes and said thoughtfully: "Duan Tong will not go to the Great Khan. He does not have the courage to confront the Great Khan... Then he will most likely go to trouble King Anxi... Ji Li To destroy King Anxi’s surrender…”
"Without further delay, Huyankun, please quickly lead the Huyan tribe to Anxi and take over Fengcheng!"
Huyankun was the guard of the Huyan tribe at the south gate of Fengcheng, after he escaped from Fengcheng with Huyanlan six years ago. With Hu Yanluo's password and supporting Hu Yanlan in the Huyan tribe, he was able to secure his position as the leader of the Huyan tribe.
He is also one of Hu Yanlan's current cronies.
Huyankun knew that the situation was urgent, so he lightly ordered 30,000 Huyan tribesmen and horses, and rushed to Fengcheng.
"I hope it's too late..." Hu Yanlan knew that she had caused a big disaster, and now she could only do her best to make amends.
…
"Huh~"
On the Beiyi grassland, Yi Xiaodao rode the black energy and went back and forth to check on the tragic death of the Beiyi soldiers on the ground.
Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses were reduced to scorched earth, and some bodies could no longer be identified, only that they were dead.
At this moment, a burly figure descended from the sky.
Meng Mulie arrived.
Just when Yi Xiaodao raised his head, he saw Meng Mulie's huge fist waved in front of him. The black energy spread quickly and formed a huge shield in front of him.
"boom!"
The big black shield hadn't even taken shape yet, but Meng Mulie's fist came first!
With a "bang" sound, the big black shield in front of Yi Xiaodao was blown away by Meng Mukai's punch.
The fist landed on Yi Xiaodao's chest. After receiving the punch, he flew diagonally out of the air and fell heavily to the ground.
"Brother Yi!" Bai Xinglong wanted to rush over and help Yi Xiaodao up, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull Yi Xiaodao up.
Meng Mulie looked at the fallen Yi Xiaodao, hesitated for a while, and then slowly fell from the air: "This kid is a little weird. It's better to kill him first, so as not to have a long night and dream."
Bai Xinglong was panicked when he saw Meng Mulie coming in person, but there was nothing he could do with the unconscious Yi Xiaodao. After all, he was also injured.
He stretched out his toes and reached under Yi Xiaodao's body. With a strong hook, Yi Xiaodao was lifted from the ground and flew into the air.
Bai Xinglong immediately jumped up and kicked Yi Xiaodao hard on the waist: "Let's go!"
Yi Xiaodao was immediately kicked dozens of feet away. Bai Xinglong did not dare to neglect and rushed over quickly. He held Yi Xiaodao who was about to fall to the ground, put it on his shoulder, and ran away.
"Is this the strength of the Great Khan of Beiyi? Brother Yi can't even parry with just one punch..." Bai Xinglong thought of the scene just now, feeling a little frightened.
Meng Mulie hung in mid-air, glanced at the corpses of the Beiyi Army lying everywhere under his feet and emitting thick smoke, and then glanced at the Bai Xinglong who was escaping far away.
He jumped into the air and chased after him, his speed was astonishing.
Bai Xinglong didn't run very far when he noticed the movement behind him. He turned around and saw Meng Mulie chasing after him with a cold face.
"So fast!" Bai Xinglong felt a chill in his heart. He fixed Yi Xiaodao with both hands and increased the speed of his feet.
Meng Mulie raised his brows slightly: "There are quite a lot of capable people in the Central Plains." After a moment of emotion, he accelerated again and went straight after Bai Xinglong.
Bai Xinglong tried his best, but when he passed over the grassland, the wild grass was pressed to the ground by the strong wind and could not stand upright at all.
Meng Mulie was even faster. Wherever he passed, the grass on the ground was blown up by the roots, revealing the dark land.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.
Bai Xinglong was horrified. He tore off some strips of cloth from the hem of his clothes, wrapped Yi Xiaodao around his body, and drew his sword.
The sword light filled the sky, like thunder and lightning, but it did not go towards Meng Mulie, but swung forward.
The next moment, Bai Xinglong's figure disappeared, and when he looked again, he was already far away. It was as if he had melted into those sword lights and stabbed forward quickly.
Meng Mulie lowered his body and fell into the ground from mid-air. He just stepped on the solid ground and quickly kicked off...
Both of them tried their best, no, to be precise, Bai Xinglong had already risked his life. A large mouthful of blood spat out from the mouth and scattered with the wind...
Fortunately, the distance between Meng Mulie and Meng Mulie is no longer close. The Beiyi grasslands are vast and everyone is good at riding and shooting but not at lightness.
Not long after the two of them walked together, Bai Xinglong's nose and even ears began to ooze blood little by little, and it seemed that he could no longer hold on.
Finally, Bai Xinglong saw the battlefield in the distance that was littered with corpses. There were only a few thousand Beiyi soldiers left, and they were all surrounded. The killing only took a moment.
"Fang Qianlong...save me..." Bai Xinglong shouted with difficulty. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground with Yi Xiaodao on his back.
Fang Qianlong heard Bai Xinglong's call and rushed over: "What happened? I just heard that Brother Yi lost control and chased you. Did you subdue him?"
Bai Xinglong opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He could only point behind him, and then he fainted.
As soon as Fang Qianlong raised his head, a figure flew from a distance. I haven't seen it clearly yet, but Fang Qianlong felt a great threat, grabbed Bai Xinglong and Yi Xiaodao with both hands, turned around and ran away.
Fang Qianlong's lightness kung fu was far inferior to that of Bai Xinglong. Before he turned around and ran far, Meng Mulie was already behind him with his fist raised high.
Fang Qianlong didn't care about what was behind him. His intuition told him that even if he tried to block this punch with all his strength, he would not be able to block it.
A hard punch...
"Whoosh!"
The broken star arrow seemed to cut through the void and shot towards Meng Mulie.
Meng Mulie stopped his attack, switched his fists to his palms, and caught the Star-Shattering Arrow.
The thick Broken Star Arrow was crushed into two pieces by Meng Mulie with one hand, and the section in his palm was shattered into powder...
