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Hundreds of monsters approached the Dazhai, and scouts from the periphery had already rushed to the big tent to report.

At this time, Muller was still asleep. Mutu, Tie Kun and Mu Lian were discussing things in the big tent. He looked at each other and was full of doubts. He really didn't know which god was rushing towards them at this time?

Mu Lian guessed a little worriedly: "It has been more than a month since our troops entered Yandangyuan. According to the usual circumstances, the first batch of war acquisitions should have already begun. Perhaps the second uncle realized that the war here was unfavorable and sent someone to investigate the truth?"

Mutu took a breath of air conditioning. His eldest brother has always been extremely brave, but his temperament is rude and offended many people. He is only by virtue of his status as a prince and his mother's family, and his achievements in daily life, so he can stand up in the Black Stone Khanate and stir up trouble. However, this time, as the twenty-ninth prince, he personally led his troops to supervise the Eastern Front vanguard, but he was repeatedly defeated. I am afraid that it will not be so easy to be good.

The person who came should be the military envoy sent by the second uncle Tengsheng King. Before Mulle woke up, Mutu could only go out to meet Tie Kun and Mu Lian with the bullet and went out to greet him. However, when he saw the dazzlingly red diamond armor, the three of them complained secretly. Unexpectedly, this person would come here in person.

The demon barbarian tribe is lonely outside the border, and it can be said that it is a barren land. The weather is extremely bad. From time to time, powerful monsters appear. Survival is always the top priority.

Black and blue have always been the best protective colors in this world, and this has also become the traditional colors of the Black Stone Khanate's armor.

Apart from the Khan King Mu Hao's golden armor, it is extremely rare to wear barbarian generals wearing bright armor. Only Mu Wutao, the eldest son of Tengsheng King Muke, likes to wear red armor.

Muwutao was not only the eldest son of Tengsheng King Muke, but also was able to make good decisions. He made many military achievements in the establishment of the Black Stone Khanate and was highly valued by Khan Muhao and Tengsheng King Muke. This time he was even incorporated into the Eastern Army as the deputy commander. At least at this time, his status was even slightly higher than that of the forward coach Muller.

Mutu and Tie Kun were speechless at the moment and ordered the generals to open the gate of the village to welcome Mu Wutao and hundreds of elite entourages in.

Mu Wutao looked at Mutu, Mu Lian, and Tie Kun without saying a word, and drove the cavalry toward the Central Army's tent.

Although the central army's tent had been cleaned up, the tent was almost completely damaged because almost all the equipment was damaged and there was no need to replenish it for a while, so the tent was empty.

Mu Yuantao walked into the tent without saying anything, but looked at the traces of knife and axe-chising on the giant black dragon wooden pillar in the tent, there were shattered bluestone slabs on the ground, and Mulle, who was sleeping in the inner tent, sneered repeatedly.

Tie Kun and the other two couldn't deal with it, and the atmosphere was frozen for a moment.

"The Hengshan line has not been lucky enough for more than a month, and no news has been heard back. The King of Shuai was very worried, so he came to find out. The forward general had the leisure to sink into the drunken land at this time. I guess you won a lot of victory in front of you, so I will come and listen to you tomorrow to win the victory!" Mu Wutao sneered, and the armor was slammed and left, leaving only the three people under Tie Kun to look at each other.

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In Yanran Palace, Zhao Zhong walked through layers of palaces and corridors to a monastery.

In the monastery, Wen Boyuan was sitting alone while drinking tea. When he saw Zhao Zhong coming, he hurriedly greeted him.

Zhao Zhong sat down with a brocade mat, picked up the fine celadon bowl in front of him, and drank it all in one go.

Seeing Zhao Zhong’s face full of anger, Wen Boyuan asked calmly: “Mr. Zhao, why are you angry?”

"Isn't the nineteenth son trying to stir up some storms behind his back?" Zhao Zhong said angrily: "Today Tu Que found me, saying that the nineteenth son saw Hexi and Hexiang Army fighting each other for many years, and was worried that if this continued, it would shake the foundation of Da Yan. Besides, the Helan Sword Sect has also served for the country for more than a thousand years. Now it is in danger. If the court ignores it, it will be afraid that the hearts of all sects in the world will be cold. Tu Que also said that the nineteenth son Su and Taiwei Sect and Helan Sword Sect have a good relationship, and they can't bear to see that the two major sects will suffer in the end. The court can send people to mediate and turn the two families into jade."

After saying this in one breath, Zhao Zhong was even more angry when he thought of Tu Quezhi's arrogant face. He ignored etiquette and picked up the teapot on the table and drank it all.

Wen Boyuan frowned and asked, "How does the King of England plan to mediate?"

King Ying Shu of the British was the nineteen sons of Emperor Yi. Zhao Zhong and others had no respect for Ying Shu in private, and they were all called the nineteen sons. Only Wen Boyuan served in front of Ying Shu's account and still had a little respect.

"They want to cut a piece of land in Qintong Mountain to resettle the Helan Sword Sect! What do you think they are trying?" Zhao Zhong could no longer bear it and stood up slammed the table.

Wen Boyuan frowned and thought this was difficult. He didn't expect that King Yingshu could come up with such a perfect move at this time.

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The applause of "papapapapapapa" sounded.

Muller woke up in a daze the next day. He knew that Muwutao was ordered to supervise the battle. He heard the harsh applause from outside the tent, sitting like acupuncture.

"I didn't expect that the twenty-ninth prince, who had always been brave, was beaten to pieces by tens of thousands of human races and was in a mess. He didn't even dare to send a letter back to the Eastern Front Camp!" Mu Wutao changed back to the casual clothes of the animal skin, opened the curtain, walked directly to Muller, and clapped.

Mutu watched his elder brother clench his fists, his muscles trembled, and his eyes kept changing, so he calmed down, for fear that Muller would become more and more angry, so he beat Muwutao up again, and then something would happen.

"We have heard of this person Chen Hai, who has expelled the enemy and suppressed the rebellion and helped the Ye clan of the Xiqiang to recover the rivers and mountains. He is considered the number one person, but he is only a weak human race after all. I think of the Black Stone Khanate. Since the command of the army, all the Jinyan tribes have been frightened. They have only rely on the strong city formation to barely defend the city of Taiwei. How could they have gained a little advantage in the field? Why were you so beaten to throw away your armor?" Mu Wutao bent down and asked softly in Mule's ear.

Mullhu turned his head and looked at Muwutao tightly.

Muwutao looked at the raging anger in Muller's eyes, and was not afraid. He gently took out an ancient golden token from his arms and shook it at Muller.

Seeing that it was the second uncle Tengsheng Wang Muke's handsome order, Mule was inconvenient to attack at the moment, so he snorted coldly, closed his eyes and let him make noise there.

Looking at the helpless Muller, Muwutao felt extremely happy. He thought that when he was young, this guy relied on his status and was extremely brave, and often beat him to the point of bruising and swollen face. The tribe members were martial and had the highest strength. Every time he did this, Muller was just a lesson without any pain. When he went back to his father to complain, he would be scolded by his father again. After so many years, he thought about it and could not get rid of his hatred.

Muwutao stood up, laughed and sarcastically at Muller, "Inadvertently, you created the history of our clan! Hahahaha!"

At this time, Muller could no longer help, stood up, waved his palm and slashed at Muwutao.

"Brother, no!"

Muller's powerful palm was pulled by Mutu, who had been prepared.

Mu Wutao looked at Mule who was being pulled without moving, with an expression on his hideous face. He tilted his head and asked with a sneer: "I am supervising the war by the Eastern Marshal Wang Ling, what do you want?"

"You can just say that you are on your father's order!" Mueller said angrily.

"Okay!" Mu Wutao nodded, without any shame, and said, "It's just that I came to supervise the battle under the order of my father. My father allowed me to act cheaply this time. In my opinion, you, the vanguard of the east road, is very incompetent, and you are defeated by the weak human in the wild. At this time, you are actually hiding in your nest like a sheep and shrinking. It is really a shame for the dragon dragon bloodline. I now let you break through Tongkou City within three days, and you will be the shame of my clan with one blood."

"No!" Mutu said with a difficult face, "Although the human race had advanced cultivators and various formations in the past, the elite of our clan had never been afraid to fight? It was just that the enemy we faced with had created many heavenly war equipment, which was unprecedented. Even if hundreds of golden war elephants ran angrily, they would be destroyed in a moment. No army could block the sharpness of heavenly war equipment. Before we figured out the details, we attacked rashly, which only caused casualties. I felt that the offensive on the Hengshan line should end here. Our team cooperated with the main force of the Zhengwang to attack the front line of Zhanmaling in Yongjun, and there would be more results!"

"The shame of our clan must be washed away with the blood of the lowly human race. If you dare not fight, you will voluntarily give up all the captures of the bandits in the next three years!" Mu Wutao said without refusal.

"You dare!" Muller and others shouted angrily.

Every year, the demon barbarians and enemies will be distributed according to the efforts of each tribe, but the mother tribes of each Khan's princess can be allocated more on this basis.

The outer boundary is poor and it is difficult to survive. These wars can be said to be the foundation for the development of the tribe next year. At this time, who can't wait to hear Mu Wutao threaten this?

Mueller's heart was turbulent at this time. How could he have been so threatened since he led his troops?

But this time, he lost nearly 20,000 elite soldiers, and even the more than 400 wilderness elephants that he had been concentrated in his hands after a lot of hardships had lost more than half. If he went back like this, he would probably be forced to give up all his gains.

But just attacking Tongkou City like this, the best result was a tragic victory. With all the troubles, he didn't know what to do for a while.

"If you don't dare to fight, then I'm not polite to take over the military power!" After saying this, Mu Wutao went straight away.
Chapter completed!