At this time, Tiemoerbuhua said: "This man is a general of the Zalut tribe."
The Red Wolf King smiled and said, "Really? What about the human skin mask on your face?"
The soul of a strong master can see into the subtleties, and even slight abnormalities cannot be hidden. Naturally, a human skin mask cannot hide it from the eyes of a strong martial artist.
After hearing this, Tiemoerbuhua and Ulanbari's expressions changed. Could it be that Jida is a spy of the Mad Lion Tribe?
Fortunately, Ling Feng had already prepared and exchanged the Shapeshifting Technique, so he said calmly: "Leading troops to fight does not seem to have anything to do with appearance."
At this time, a deputy general said: "Then please take off the human skin mask and let us see your true face!"
When he said this, he and another lieutenant were already blocking Ling Feng's side, looking wary. He, Tiemoerbuhua, and the Red Wolf King were surrounding him on all sides. As long as he made the slightest move, they would immediately swoop in and swing their swords!
Ling Feng looked indifferent and slowly pulled off the human skin mask from his chin.
Ulan Bari looked at Ling Feng's handsome face and his expression was blank. He was too handsome. However, because his facial features are so handsome and his skin is fair, he looks a little feminine. To use modern words, she looks a bit like a woman.
Ling Feng's eyes were like daggers, and he glared at him. The latter immediately remembered the horrific situation of Ling Feng killing people like mowing grass, and his heart trembled.
Next to them, Tie Mo'er Buhua and others saw Ling Feng's appearance, and were suddenly stunned because his appearance was too feminine and not majestic. If you want to lead troops in battle, you must have a sense of majesty. The more vicious the better, such as Scarface. For example, it is the same reason for people in mixed society to dye their hair and get tattoos.
The Red Wolf King had information on most of the innate masters in the grassland and above. When he saw that Ling Feng's appearance was not that of any master in the grassland that he knew, he put aside most of his doubts.
Ling Feng felt slightly relieved when he saw that the Red Wolf King found no trace of his shape-changing skills. He slowly put on the human skin mask again and said coldly: "Is it okay now?"
The Red Wolf King laughed and said: "Of course you can, everyone can enter the account together!"
A moment later, inside the big tent.
Tie Mo'erbuhua briefly described Ling Feng's affairs.
When the Red Wolf King heard that Ling Feng had killed Helian Wancheng, he immediately had no doubts in his heart, because Helian Wancheng was the direct son of the Helian family, the second largest tribe of the Mad Lion Tribe, and a member of the Snow Lion Army who held military power. Deputy commander, extremely high status. If Ling Feng was really a spy, he would never kill this person.
Therefore, he smiled and said: "I basically know these things. When I passed by the Chahar tribe, Duke Wei also told me some things. He said that the origin of the commander of Jeddah was unknown and his identity was somewhat doubtful. He asked me to pay more attention to it. . Therefore, I was rude just now, brother Jida, don’t take it to heart.”
In fact, with his status, he didn't have to explain to Ling Feng so politely. The reason for this was because he wanted to recruit Ling Feng. An army of thousands is easy to obtain, but a general is difficult to find. Especially a general who can stand alone! Ling Feng was able to kill Helianwancheng with just over 2,000 ordinary cavalry, defeat 5,000 elite cavalry, and recapture the Zalut Grassland. In terms of martial arts and military strategy, Ling Feng was the best choice, so he naturally wanted to recruit him. .
Ling Feng smiled and said, "Lord Red Wolf King, you're welcome!"
The Red Wolf King smiled and said: "I hope Commander Jeddah can understand. You have made outstanding achievements by killing Helianwan City and retaking the Zalut Grassland this time. I will report the truth to the Great Khan!"
Ling Feng said hurriedly: "Thank you, Lord Red Wolf King, but Jida also borrowed the troops and horses of the Chahar tribe and does not dare to take all the credit."
The Red Wolf King looked appreciative and said: "It's really rare to take credit without being proud. I wonder if you are interested in working under my account?"
Ling Feng looked apologetically and said: "Jida practices water-based skills. I'm afraid it will be difficult to use his talents when joining the Red Wolf Army!"
Seeing Ling Feng's refusal, the Red Wolf King was not angry, but instead gave up some of his doubts. If he was really Da Chu's spy, he would definitely not refuse his solicitation. Therefore, he smiled and said: "In that case, I won't force it. I wonder what Brother Jida thinks of the Snow Lion Army's dispatch of troops this time?"
Ling Feng was silent for a moment and said: "It is impossible for the Snow Lion Army to dispatch only 10,000 cavalry. A large force must be watching nearby."
The Red Wolf King nodded and said: "Yes, so I have a difficult task to give to Brother Jida. I wonder if I am willing to take on it?"
Ling Feng cupped his fists and said, "I'll do whatever I can!"
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At this time, in a desert thirty miles away to the west of the Zalut Grassland, there was a large stretch of white tents, with groups of Snow Lion soldiers patrolling and guarding all around.
In the big tent in the middle, all the generals gathered.
The little prince Yeluhao sat on the left, but the person sitting in the main seat was a middle-aged general wearing white armor.
Although this man is wearing armor, his face has the elegance of a scholar, but there is a dangerous cold aura in this elegance, as if the aura of a military general and a civil servant are blended together. This man is Yelu Wenyuan, the Snow Lion King, and the brother of the Khan of the Mad Lion Tribe.
Yeluhao briefly described how Ling Feng rescued people and broke out of the siege, as well as how he beheaded Helian Wancheng, and then said: "Uncle Wang, my nephew did not command properly this time and lost troops and generals. Please punish Uncle Wang!"
He knew that he, the uncle of the king, had such a temperament that military law was intolerable, and he would never show mercy just because he was a prince. He would rather take the initiative to take responsibility.
Yelu Wenyuan said calmly: "Since you know you are wrong, just get thirty military sticks yourself!"
Yeluhao's face suddenly stiffened. He didn't expect that Uncle Wang would be so disrespectful and would hit him with his military stick in front of so many of his subordinates. This would make him unable to hold his head high in front of these rebellious generals in the future.
Several captains of ten thousand men in the big tent burst out laughing. Each of them is a general with real power, and they are not afraid of revenge from Yeluhao, a little prince with no real power.
After a moment, Yelu Wenyuan said: "However, since you have preserved the strength of the Snow Lion Army and brought back useful information, I will keep these thirty military sticks in mind for the time being."
Ye Luhao breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Uncle Wang, there is an additional variable now. Although the general situation has not changed, we have to be careful whether we need to make more arrangements. This person's martial arts is probably not inferior to Those half-step martial arts sects, if this person suddenly leads the troops out at a critical moment when our battle with the Red Wolf Army reaches a critical moment, it will be dangerous!"
When martial arts reaches a certain level, the destructive power is extremely terrifying. The key is that except for Yelu Wenyuan, I am afraid no one can stop this person. Once he uses the decapitation strategy, it is enough to paralyze an army and collapse!
Yelu Wenyuan himself is a strong martial artist, so he naturally knows the terrifying combat power of a strong martial artist. Therefore, he said: "You are right, I will arrange for someone to deal with this person."
