It goes without saying that Xu Rong respects and fears Xiao Yuan.
The prestige of a founding monarch in the military is unparalleled.
No one of the generals above or below is a soldier under his command.
Which one doesn't follow him all the way to war?
When the generals saw him, they were even more excited and said words of concern.
"Okay, okay." Xiao Yuan felt warm in his heart and said gently: "Let's talk in the city."
All the generals followed behind, and while walking forward, Su Yi reported the results of the battle of Rongdu to Xiao Yuan.
When he finished speaking, he lowered his head and said, "I am incompetent and let the King of Xirong run away."
Xiao Yuan raised his hand: "It's not your fault. King Xirong's escape route has been planned long ago."
"Then will our army attack the Wushi area?"
"Just wait."
The entire Qin army united, and in terms of strategic deployment, it can be said that all Bai Rong's armed forces were completely wiped out. Except for the King of Xirong who was still on the run, the overall situation was almost decided.
On the other side, within the Wushi clan.
The king of Xirong has fled here.
Regarding his arrival, Wushi welcomed him with extremely high etiquette.
At this time, leader Wu Yi was leading everyone to the tribal gathering place.
There are many tents around, and there is a main tent in the middle. After arriving here, a civil servant next to King Xirong said with a smile on his face: "The leader of Wuyi values love and righteousness. He is so kind, and we have nothing to worry about."
Hearing this, King Xirong had a feeling of surviving a disaster, and couldn't help but sigh: "Yes, the Wushi are still loyal, unlike the Di and Qiang tribes, who are really rebellious."
As he spoke, he patted Wu Yi on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Wu Yi, don't worry. From now on, you, the Wu clan, will be my most loyal friends, and I will definitely reward you greatly."
When Wu Yi heard this, he quickly lowered his head and said, "Whatever your Majesty said, this is what Wu Yi should do."
After saying that, he also respectfully made an invitation: "Your Majesty must be tired from traveling all the way. Wuyi has already held a banquet and invited Your Majesty to the table."
"Haha! Okay! You have your heart." King Xirong smiled heartily and led everyone into the tent in a swaggering manner.
After entering, Wu Yi moved him to the main seat directly above.
King Xirong took this for granted.
Everyone sat down at the table, each with a case in front of them. After a while, the mutton and milk wine were brought out one by one.
However, before the banquet started, Xirong leaned forward slightly, looked at Wu Yi and said, "Wu Yi, when you hold a banquet, don't you have a singer to cheer for you?"
"Song...singer?" Wu Yi was stunned.
The King of Xirong laughed and said: "We have arrested many Central Plains slaves before. Their women have fair skin, slim figures, and are good at singing and dancing. This is a great pleasure."
"Haha." Wu Yi laughed, understood, and said respectfully: "Wushi is a small place, so naturally it cannot be compared with the capital. There are no singers here. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
"Well, no wonder." King Xirong was a little helpless. Even at this time, he was still so interested. Obviously, he thought that he was completely safe.
After a pause, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and gestured to the people below: "Thank you very much for Wu's hospitality this time. Come, let's all toast to the leader of Wu Yi."
"Let's respect the leader of Wuyi——" Everyone in Bairong raised their glasses together.
Wu Yi also hurriedly picked up the milk wine: "How dare you, how dare we all drink together."
After drinking a glass of wine, the King of Xirong wiped the corners of his mouth carelessly, cut off a piece of mutton with a knife and put it into his mouth. He thought that the atmosphere was not bad, and said while eating and drinking: "Wuyi, you have been a big help this time, don't Look at the Qin army coming in force, but sooner or later, we will fight back! By then, you will be the biggest hero."
"Yes, yes, the king is far-sighted and will surely make a comeback." Wu Yi repeatedly agreed.
"That's natural. If the king recruits your people, will you agree?" King Xirong asked again.
These words made Wu Yi's face change slightly, but he immediately smiled and said: "Of course, Wu Shi always obeys the king's orders."
"Haha! That's good!" King Dayue of Xirong, after laughing, was about to hold the cup again, but suddenly he felt a cramp in his organs, which also made his right hand shake. He held the cup unsteadily and dropped it to the ground. Cold sweat broke out in an instant.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty——"
Bai Rong and others below saw this and asked concerned questions one after another. A few of them wanted to get up, but as soon as they made a move, they felt weak and fell back again. A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.
Under such circumstances, King Xirong looked at his subordinates and followers, then looked at Wu Yi, "This wine!"
"Haha." Wu Yi chuckled, drank another drink, and said quietly: "You Bai Rong, you have always regarded us Wushi as slaves, haven't you oppressed enough? King of Xirong, King of Xirong, you all When you are about to die, you want to think of our tribe to help you fight the Qin army and die, which is not ridiculous."
"Wu Yi! You!" The King of Xirong was furious. He tried to stand up by holding on to the table, but he couldn't find any strength.
Everyone was shocked and their expressions suddenly changed.
The guard general of the King of Xirong roared angrily, tried his best to kick over the table in front of him, and stood up.
But as soon as he took out the scimitar from his waist, his body was shaking unsteadily, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead. The fatigue forced him to lean on the ground with the scimitar, barely holding on. He glared at Wuyi, gritted his teeth and said, "Wuyi! I'll go first." Kill you!"
After roaring, he wanted to rush up, but he fell directly in front of him, and the scimitar in his hand fell aside.
Although this guard of the King of Xirong was not as famous as the original Gu Le, he could be said to be the most skilled in martial arts. Even he could no longer hold up, let alone the others, who were unable to stand up at all.
A Xirong civil servant turned pale and stammered: "Chief Wuyi, what are you doing? You have helped the king this time, and the king will definitely be grateful to you..."
Wu Yi ignored him and waved his hand directly.
Following his movements, a group of Wushi backbones stood up one after another, unsheathed their scimitars, and walked behind the Bai Rong people with cold faces.
The scimitar came from behind, and the blade was pressed against the front of his neck.
Previously, the Xirong civil servant did not dare to move, his eyelids drooped, and he screamed: "Spare my life, spare my life..."
The same goes for others, most of whom are begging for mercy.
Blood splattered and all the followers fell on the table.
Wu Yi also put down his wine glass and walked up to King Xirong with his scimitar in hand.
Looking at this scene, King Xirong's Adam's apple slid, sweating like rain, and said in a trembling tone: "Wu Yi, this king treats you very well..."
"Shut up!" Upon hearing this, Wu Yi became angry and said, "I treat my people like slaves. Isn't that called being humble?"
As he spoke, amidst King Xirong's frightened howl, he also raised his sword and dropped it.
