Deep in Mobei, on the endless condor plain, the tents of the Yanrong tribe, large and small, stood among them, with figures flashing.

It was dusk, and there were crowds of cattle and sheep. The herdsmen were driving them back to the camp. Their backs were stretched long, and the roars of the livestock resounded on the ground.

This land of origin of the Yanrong tribe is full of vitality and vitality, and is the most fertile place on the grassland.

Passing through the heavy protection of groups of soldiers, you can see the golden tent in the center of the earth.

It is said to be a tent, but in fact it covers an area almost equivalent to a small palace in the Central Plains. It is extremely huge, with the eight-clawed eagle flag of the Yanrong royal family fluttering in the wind at the top.

This is the tent of the King of Yanrong, a symbol of the supreme power of the grassland!

The patrolling soldiers near the king's tent were all burly men, with indifferent expressions and sharp eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. At the slightest sign of trouble, these men would draw their swords.

The middle-aged man sitting at the top of the king's tent is very majestic and has an aura of his own. It is obvious that he is Yan Rong Khan and Mu Yun Canglan.

There are several other figures in the tent. On one side are an old man with white hair on his temples, Xun Kongzi, the Prime Minister of Yanrong, Shentu Longfu, the God of War of Yanrong, and other important civil and military officials.

On the other side were the two young men, the eldest prince Mu Yun Duankang and the third prince Mu Yunhuan. Like their father, the two young men had ambitious and high-spirited faces.

Mu Yun Canglan has many heirs, but the candidate for the crown prince has not yet been determined. In so many years of struggle, the other princes have lost the possibility of ascending to the throne one by one. Until now, only Mu Yun Duankang and Mu Yunhuan can.

Qualified to compete for that position.

Of course, as the eldest prince, Mu Yunduankang currently has a better chance.

Several people were discussing something softly in the tent, and words such as "Beiliang Dao", "Beiliang Army", "Sirius Cavalry", and "Chenyue" were heard from time to time.

It was obvious that the news of the annihilation of the three Tatar tribesmen had spread to the depths of the grassland, and the Yan Rong, who had been eyeing the Zhou Dynasty, were naturally more concerned about the movements on the border.

When he heard the word Chenyue, the leader Mu Yun Canglan frowned and whispered softly: "Chenyue? This name sounds so familiar."

The big tent quickly became quiet, and everyone bowed to face the Golden Khan without saying a word.

The eldest prince Muyun Duankang took a small step forward and said softly: "Father Khan, this Chenyue was the culprit who killed the sixth brother, and is now the Jiedu envoy of Beiliang Dao."

After Mu Yun Duankang reminded him, Mu Yun Canglan suddenly remembered it and said with some surprise: "Remember that a few years ago he was just a little general at the border. I didn't expect that now he has become a border general."

Coach, you climbed really fast."

Everyone bowed their heads and remained silent, unwilling to waste more words on this matter, for fear that talking too much would arouse the Khan's love for his son.

Muyun Canglan sighed for a while and then turned to look at his teacher Xun Kongzi: "Prime Minister, how are the affairs of the various tribes being handled?"

Xun Kongzi bent down slightly: "All the rebellious tribes have been replaced by people who are loyal to us. We are now counting the cattle and sheep, pasture land and young people of each tribe, and redistributing the territories of each tribe."

Mu Yun Canglan nodded: "This matter must be done as soon as possible. Only after the rear is stabilized can we mobilize external troops."

"No!" Xun Kongzi bowed and replied.

"General Shentu." Mu Yun Canglan spoke again: "How long do you think it will be before we can raise a large army to attack the Zhou Dynasty?"

The two princes' brows twitched slightly. Their father had just calmed down the civil strife, and was he preparing to use troops abroad?

Shen Tu Longfu's somewhat majestic voice sounded in the big tent: "In order to suppress the rebellion, the clan mobilized hundreds of thousands of troops, and also suffered a lot of losses, and is now undergoing repairs. If only tens of thousands of troops were mobilized to invade the border,

, you can move at any time. If you want to send out enough soldiers and horses to invade the Zhou Dynasty, it will take several years to organize the army, recruit young and strong men from all ethnic groups to join the army, and expand the size of the army."

The top general of the Yanrong army obviously knew the situation in the army very well, and gave the answer Mu Yun Canglan wanted without any hesitation.

Muyun Canglan nodded, looked around at everyone, and said loudly: "The matter of organizing the army will be left to the prime minister and the general. You two princes, you must also follow and learn how to govern the country and how to organize the army and practice martial arts.

In the future, my imperial flag of Yan Rong will be planted at the southernmost point of the Zhou Dynasty!"

These heroic words made everyone in the tent look solemn and shouted in unison:

"promise!"

After the discussion in the king's tent was over, the sky had turned dark, and fires lit up everywhere on the Condor Plain, like stars.

The eldest prince Mu Yunduankang Shiran walked back to his tent. There was a figure in the tent who had been waiting for him for a long time.

Mu Yunduankang looked at this figure and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "General Zhou, I've been waiting for a long time!"

The figure saluted and slowly raised his head. A familiar face appeared. It turned out to be Zhou Weiran who had escaped from Fuzhou!

After the defeat in Fuzhou and the death of his father, Zhou Weiran didn't know what he was doing. He finally wandered to the depths of the grassland and unexpectedly appeared in the military tent of the eldest prince Yanrong.

"General Zhou, I heard that your father was defeated and died in Fuzhou. Prince Fu was a great hero of his generation and his death was not worthy. I feel sorry for you!" Mu Yunduankang said a few polite words in a pointed way.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Zhou Weiran's face was calm, and his personality was much more restrained than before.

"General, what's the matter here?" Mu Yunduankang asked softly.

Zhou Weiran's eyes flashed with fierceness: "Your Highness, Weiran has come here specifically to serve His Highness, and is willing to help His Highness ascend to the position of Crown Prince!"

Mu Yun Duankang, who was still calm and calm at first, felt his heart skip a beat. Now, except for Yan Rong's position as the crown prince, nothing in this world can impress him.

Mu Yunduan Kangzi looked at Zhou Weiran carefully for a few times, and after a long time he said softly: "Tell me what you think."

Zhou Weiran approached Mu Yunduankang in small steps and kept whispering in his ear. A hint of joy appeared on Mu Yunduankang's face.

After saying a few words, Zhou Weiran stood aside with his body bowed and respectfully. At this time, he was no longer the eldest son of King Fu and the Zhou royal family, but a bereaved dog living under others. Naturally, he should know the switch between roles.

Mu Yunduankang narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, and gently rubbed his robe with his hands.

"You are from the Zhou Dynasty, and you are a member of the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty. What good will this do to you?" Mu Yunduankang suddenly asked.

Zhou Weiran slowly raised his head, and a cold word that made people fall into an ice cellar pop out of his mouth:

"I want to make the two states of Beiliang Road full of bones! I will avenge my father's murder!"

Mu Yunduankang felt the murderous intention with great interest, and nodded slightly: "You can follow me from now on!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Zhou Weiran bent down to salute and slowly exited the tent.
Chapter completed!