A man and a girl approach each other.

The girl is new to human affairs and doesn't know how to do it.

He just froze and waited for Zhao Wujiang.

Slowly, some clothes were scattered around the fire, the firewood crackled, and the firelight shook the shadows of Zhao Wujiang and the girl.

The screams are accompanied by pain, the shadows are swaying, and the firelight serves as the curtain, unveiling a great drama.

In the play, the protagonists have a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, and they are fighting each other in a 30-70 split.

Zhao Wujiang three, girl seven.

Three times he plowed the court and swept the holes, and seven times he called the girl to moan and groan.

Outside the cave, the wind and snow became stronger and stronger, and the snow wolf Xiaobai and the horse Xiaohong did not know where they had gone.

After nearly an hour, the mingling in the cave slowly stopped.

The girl had silver-white hair like a waterfall, a pretty face with a blushing glow, and a touch of peace of mind and satisfaction. She leaned gently in Zhao Wujiang's arms, and her snow-white body reflected a touch of pink in the firelight.

"Zhao Wujiang, are Daxia and our royal court really going to go to war?" The girl held up her hair, wrapped her fingertips around her fingers, her aqua blue eyes sparkling.

"Daxia has always advocated peace and never took the initiative to provoke other countries or invade other countries' territories." Zhao Wujiang put his arms around the girl, gently rubbed the girl's tender body, and explained gently:

"It's the Prairie Royal Court, which has always wanted to launch an attack on the Great Xia Dynasty."

"What if... what if we don't attack Daxia? Will everything be fine?" The girl frowned and pursed her red lips:

"What should we do if a war breaks out?"

The girl raised her head slightly, stared into Zhao Wujiang's deep eyes, and said seriously:

"I don't want to see you on the battlefield, and I don't want people close to you or me to die in this war."

"War is something that cannot be stopped by an individual's tiny power." Zhao Wujiang sighed.

"Okay." The girl pursed her moist red lips tightly:

"Do you know why I was hunted down by the people from the Golden Horde?"

Zhao Wujiang's eyes became darker and darker, and he shook his head slightly.

The girl began to tell about a series of major events that had recently happened in the Prairie Royal Court.

The firelight flickered, and the girl spoke softly with a soft voice.

The Prairie Royal Court consists of the Golden Tent Royal Court and the Jade Tent Royal Court. Each of the two royal courts has a king and a high priest to lead the affairs of the royal court.

five years ago.

The Royal Court of the Golden Account and the Imperial Court of the Jade Account welcomed Xuanyuan Yuheng, the Xiaoyao King of the Great Xia Dynasty. Xuanyuan Yuheng acted as an intermediary and allowed the grassland and Miao territory, which were separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, to officially begin to communicate.

After planning, Xuanyuan Yuheng made two promises to the Prairie Royal Court, asking the Prairie Royal Court and Miao Jiang to attack the Daxia Dynasty together. After the event was completed, in addition to the promise, some of Daxia's territory and resources would be given as a reward.

The Royal Court of the Golden Account and the Royal Court of the Jade Account came together to agree to this matter and officially began to prepare for the war.

But last year, in the early winter of Kuihai, Xuanyuan Yuheng, who had been in contact with the Prairie Royal Court, lost news. The Prairie Royal Court waited, causing turmoil.

Some people believe that even without Xuanyuan Yuheng, this battle must be fought, and the warriors of the Royal Court can completely conquer the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Some people believe that Xuanyuan Yuheng was born in Daxia after all, and is a native of Daxia. Now that they have lost contact, they may only have temporary regrets.
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