The leader was a Turkic man wearing a golden helmet and a golden armor, and was Kejiduji from the Eastern Turkic Khanate.

"Duji has met He Lukeji and Murong Dawu Order." Duji bowed on his horse

Hands, politely.

"Duji, you are becoming less and less arrogant. It is obviously the disputes within our Ashin clan, and you can solve them in your own way. Why do you want to introduce the people of the Central Plains to disrupt the situation and invade our territory?"

When He Lu saw this cousin, he was immediately furious.

He was the legitimate and Keji, the legitimate heir of the Great Turks, and Duji was just a prince and a fake prince in the eyes of outsiders of the Great Wall.

Naturally, Duji felt that he was shorter than Helu, and swallowed his anger:

"The elder brother of the emperor blamed Brother Wang. Now my father Khan and Yuan Huankedun are in charge in Dali City. I am the old man, and at best I am just doing things on orders."

He was very cunning and pushed the blame on Moxi Khan and Princess Wencheng.

"Duji, don't be confused by the Central Plains sluts like Yuanhuan. For thousands of years, when will the people of the Tianlang God surrender to the people of the Central Plains? Only your father, Asuna Moxi,

He did this only by rebeling his ancestors and rebelling against his clans, and was despised by the world."

Duji was so bloody that he was scolded by He Lu. He lowered his head and his face turned red and blue.

To be honest, as a nobleman of the Ashina clan, he was not willing to surrender.

End of Jin Dynasty.

But he didn't want to be oppressed by He Lu's lineage for a long time until he was tortured and killed.

"Brother Duji, as long as you support the Great Turkic model and cut off all contacts with the Central Plains, you can let you continue to govern the eastern part, how about it?"

He Lu offered attractive conditions.

Hehe, let's coax the ghost.

Duji could not believe this fierce and cruel brother Wang, because they are so similar in character that each other wants to dominate and become the boss.

"The elder brother of the emperor, my brother of the fool thinks that since he wants to realize the Great Turkic strategy, why should he attack the East now? The war is raging and the lives are tragic? My father Khan surrendered to Zhongjin, so he will naturally ask for help. How can the prince of Zhongjin Supervisor be ignored?

, are you too anxious?”

The implicit meaning of Duji's words is that in a few years, when my father Khan passes away and I take over the throne, we can sit down and negotiate.

But who can guess He Lu’s thoughts thoroughly?

Now that he has just succeeded to the Eastern Palace, he has barely won the battle between the four brothers. He is not in a hurry to show his policy program and divert the internal conflicts of the royal family, fearing that the prince's throne is unstable.

Only by launching wars and expanding outward can we synthesize cohesion.

"Okay Duji, let's put aside these topics. Now I want to deal with the people of the Central Plains, but you suddenly led the Golden Wolf Cavalry to appear. Are you trying to stop it?"

He Lu changed his tone and was approaching the key point.

"Emperor, Shaoshang Guo was invited by my father Khan to help quell the civil strife. They were besieged in the Eastern Turkic territory. I cannot stand by, otherwise, my father Khan will take my head."

Duji talked happily, suddenly turned his eyes to Murong Chui and said sarcastically:

"I don't understand why the Uighurs, who have always been neutral, have sent tens of thousands of troops into the territory of the Eastern Turkic Republic? Why is this?"

Murong Chui never took Duji and his father Khan seriously, and the Uighur tribe never recognized the existence of the Eastern Turks, the pseudo-khanate.

He grinned and said:

"Duji, I was ordered by the Yi Nan Prince to accept the invitation of His Highness Keji Helu of the Great Turks to drive away the invading enemies of the Central Plains. What's wrong with it?"

"You..." Duji was speechless for a moment and rolled his eyes in anger.

"It was me who said you were inappropriate. Your Uighurs are becoming more and more arrogant."

As the voice came in at the same time, a feather arrow penetrated into the desert, and the feather tail was still trembling.

"Tiele Moyu?"

Murong Chui and He Lu exclaimed at the same time, and looked up and looked straight.

A divine white horse with a snow-white body as white as jade, the man on the saddle was covered in plain iron armor, and a ferocious ghost face on his face, just like a legendary demon god.

Murong Chui slowly rode out his horse, his face so gloomy and terrifyingly gloomy.

They all recognized this arrow as the imperial arrow of Tuoba Ling, the King of Tiel Khan, and was called Tiel Moyu.

In Mobei, whoever sees it will not be able to move forward a little more, otherwise, they will become enemies with the Tieler royal family of the nine surnames.

"Who are you?"

Murong Chui did not dare to hold him up and bowed to the horse's back.

After all, Tuoba Ling's power is supported by the two powerful tribes Xue Yantuo and Qixin, which is several times stronger than the Uighur tribe.

The orders of King Tiel Khan, even the prince of Yi Nan, dare not blatantly refuse.

"Dawu Order, just accept the order arrow."

The Ghost Face Man's voice was cold, and the simple words were filled with amazing sharpness, which made Murong Chui speechless for a moment.

He Lu was also shocked when he saw this. He asked the Uighurs to join the battle plan, and he had a miscarriage like this?

"May I ask, your Tieler King's Court has always been neutral, why are you leaning towards the Central Plains people this time?" He questioned unwillingly.

"His Highness He Lu, Tiele has never been biased towards anyone. This is Mobei and is under the jurisdiction of Tiele. We do not want to be enemies with the Central Plains and let the Zhongjin army leave here."

"Whoever belongs to this Yingzui Ridge territory, let you brothers fight a battle?"

The ghost faced man sneered.

As soon as these words were said, Duji grinned and sneered. Behind him was ten thousand elite golden wolf riders, with confidence in his heart.

But He Lu showed bitterness on his face. His current miserable appearance can be described as a defeated future, which is not an exaggeration.

Five thousand ions are attached, only half of them are left, and many of them are still colorful.

Those soldiers of the gaze tribe were either slaughtered or fled, leaving less than two thousand left because they were all wounded and had to stay because they could not escape.

"If you don't want to fight, it's OK. You all withdraw from the Yingzui Ling area in Mobei and take over by the Uighurs for the time being?"

Now, it was Duji's turn to be puzzled.

Ma, which side are you helping?

"I'm fine." He Lu was overjoyed and promised without hesitation.

Murong Chui is even more fine.

A big pie suddenly fell from the sky, of course he was happy.

Only Duji blushed and his lips were stammering and at a loss, "But how can I explain to Mr. Guo?"

He didn't want to object directly, so he would like to ask Guo Rui for his sake.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you about this." The Ghostly Man gave Duji a comforting look.

He was so familiar with this look.

"Okay, let's do as the special envoy wishes. Let's withdraw our troops from the north of Mo." Duji finally agreed.

...

Yingzui Ridge.

The burning land is in chaos.

The Uighurs have many people and are skillful. In just two days, they cleaned up the endgame, found a new territory, and rebuilt a permanent camp.

In the camp of Murong Chui, Dawu ordered him to drink horse milk wine and discuss everything with his generals.

"Mr. Murong, the Great Wu Order, was completely unexpected." As soon as the door of the tent was lifted, several men stepped into the tent.
Chapter completed!