Chapter 515 Qiu Xian

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Chapter 515 Qiu Xian

"Since the General Altar has given an order, we must execute it. As long as the order is correct, we have no other choice. Everyone, may God bless you."

Rondotai had also been thinking about it. Originally, he called these men over just to see if there was any solution. As a result, these people had no good solution except a few complaints. Rondotai figured it out when they were talking. This was a matter of discussion between the Eighth Elder and the First Elder. Otherwise, this order would definitely not be issued. This means that this order is the common intention of both the old and new factions. That is the meaning of the Shaman Forum. He can only It can be executed and there is no room for bargaining.

"May God bless you."

When the six commanders sitting below heard what Long Duotai said, they knew that there was no room for change in this matter. Even if they knew they would die, they had no choice but to salute and drink.

"Ao'er..., Ao'er..."

At this moment, another old falcon's call came out of the air outside the tent.

"Report, Commander, another flying messenger has arrived."

The guards on alert outside the tent also spotted the old falcon in the sky and quickly reported to Rondotai inside the tent.

Ronduotai stood up and strode out of the tent. The six commanders also stood up and followed Ronduotai out of the tent. As soon as Ronduotai came out of the tent, he looked up at the sky and saw the old falcon circling in the sky. .

"Gloves."

As soon as Long Duotai stretched out his hand, he asked the guard next to him for gloves.

The guard beside him had been holding Ronduotai's hunting bag. The hunting bag contained the thick leather gloves that Ronduotai had just used. The guard took out the thick leather gloves and handed them to Ronduotai.

Rondotay took the thick leather glove and put it on his hand, then raised the gloved hand high.

"Ouch..."

The old hawk suddenly flew low in the sky and landed firmly on Rondotai's hand.

"Take it down and take good care of it."

Rondotai reached out and took off the copper pipe from the old falcon's leg, and then handed the old falcon to the guard next to him, asking the guard to take the old falcon to join the previous old falcon and take good care of it.

After delivering the letter, these old falcons will be taken good care of by the recipients. After the old falcons have eaten and drank enough, and have rested, these old falcons will fly back to the main altar with acknowledgment of the letter.

"Hehe, hahaha."

Long Duotai opened the copper pipe and took out the Maoritang order inside. The order was clearly written, and Long Duotai was stationed at the pass of Guandong Mountain, waiting for the next specific order. After reading the order, Long Duotai laughed loudly. Laugh, he thinks this is right. The previous order to send them to death was just child's play, this is right.

"Commander?"

Several commanders nearby were a little confused by Long Duotai's reaction. Bai Guoer didn't see what was written on it, so she asked Long Duotai out of curiosity.

"Okay, there is no need to go to Guandong Mountain. The latest order from Maoritang is that we will camp here and wait for further orders."

Rondotai looked at the men around him, smiled, and told them the latest order.

"Very good."

When Long Duotai said that there was no need to enter Guandong Mountain, Bai Guoer almost jumped up with joy.

"I'm just telling you, how can we let us die?"

The oldest commander nodded, feeling that the result was not what he expected.

"Hahaha, that's right, that's right, no matter how you say it, we are all direct descendants."

Bai Mu'er also felt that this was right. He knew that their commander-in-chief had already followed the eighth elder. He was the official official of Maori Hall. How could there be such an order to commit suicide and set up camp on the spot? That's the right order.

"What direct lineage?"

The older commander next to him looked at Bai Mu'er. He didn't even know that there was such a thing as a general cavalry team or a direct cavalry team?

"No, no, no, I said we are the direct lineage of the general team."

Bai Mu'er denied it repeatedly and gave an explanation that was not a big deal. He couldn't say that Long Duotai had taken refuge with the Eighth Elder. support, but none of them will say it explicitly, because this is the unspoken rule of the cavalry. The cavalry must ensure a certain degree of independence. If, like Rader, he completely surrenders to the past, he will be isolated and excluded by these cavalry. .

"Hahaha, you."

A few people around him understood, laughing loudly, reaching out and hitting Bai Mu'er on the shoulder, shaking their heads and laughing happily.

"Okay, let's all go arrange our respective teams."

Rondotai waited until they were done joking, and then spoke, asking them to return to their respective teams and arrange their men. Since they were going to set up camp, these things in the camp had to be implemented quickly, and it was getting dark again. Okay, don't work in the dark when the time comes.

"It's the commander-in-chief."

The commanders of Longduotai's men responded quickly, and then returned to their own teams one by one and arranged for their men to set up camp.

Long Duotai walked back to the tent with the order, quickly wrote two acknowledgments, read the two orders from Uridang again, put them away, took the two written acknowledgments in his hand, and went He walked to the tent where the old kite rested, put the receipt into the copper pipe, tied it to the old kite's leg, and then returned to the tent.

Long Duotai sat down in the tent and took out the two orders from the Shaman Cult Maori Hall. He always felt that there was something wrong here. The two orders one after the other were completely opposite orders. There must be something wrong here. Rondotay fell into deep thought.

The Jiao River side is relatively peaceful today. Except for my grandfather and Butler Wei, no one has done anything. My grandfather went to visit Mayor Liu this morning. The two had a friendly meeting. They said a lot of polite words, but nothing of substance. After chatting, I just let my grandpa recognize him.

My grandfather went to the Huang family with Butler Wei in the afternoon. My grandfather went to visit Mr. Huang of the Huang family, while Butler Wei went to Huang Laoer to buy supplies. Huang Laoer brought in a lot of supplies yesterday, including Wei. The rice ordered by the housekeeper, more than two tons of rice, is not too little. At least in Huang Laoer's opinion, it is quite good. There is also a lot of wine and meat. This is the result of two big liberation trucks making two trips. , how can there be too little of something?

In the Huang family's living room, my grandfather and Mr. Huang sat face to face, with two little girls serving them tea.

"Brother Yue, I don't dare to say anything else. As far as this Jiaohe River is concerned, there is nothing our Huang family can't do. If you have any difficulties, just ask."

Mr. Huang took a sip of tea, then took a sip from his cigarette, and then said to my grandpa with a smile.

"Haha, that's for sure. When we come to Jiaohe River, this is Brother Huang's territory, and we have to rely on Brother Huang's power. Naturally, I won't be polite."

My grandfather looked at Mr. Huang with a smile. My grandfather had long been accustomed to this kind of informal meeting. He always said some polite words for the occasion and tried to test the other party's background through some innocuous conversations.

"Hey, you're welcome. There's nothing to be polite between us. We are all country gentlemen, different from some official country bumpkins."

Mr. Huang nodded affirmatively, and kept reflecting on Mayor Liu in his words. He really did not miss any opportunity to attack Mayor Liu, and since he knew that my grandfather went to Mayor Liu first, this Huang The master has some opinions.