Luoxia County, Beishan Daying.

The clouds are thick and the sky is low, the fields are desolate, and the nine-tailed white wolf star is dancing in the whistling north wind.

However, the Central Army's tent was as warm as spring. Not only were there lit more than a dozen large braziers, but there were also large cauldrons, warm wine from copper stoves, and golden lamb on the grill. The grease dripped on the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound.

Gongxi Xiaobai sat in the handsome position with his feet on the wine jar. He was holding a roast lamb leg in his hand and preparing to put his mouth down. The white wolf fur was covered with wine stains, without the edifice that aristocratic family should have.

On the closest pad to his feet, Liu Qubing sat cross-legged with a long iron knife standing in front of his knees. On the small table in front of him was a jar of wine and a plate of meat, and he was also feasting.

From these two people down, the generals of the Gongxi Iron Cavalry all sat casually with thin coats and light furs. They were drunk and their ears were hot. When their mouths and eyes were crooked, some even took off only one single piece of clothing, with their chests and arms wide open, calling their brothers.

For a moment, the tent was filled with people and the scene was very lively.

Such a voluntary body that is not distinguished from the superiors and inferiors and rituals is almost no different from the Rong Di.

It is precisely for this reason that the Gongxi family has always been criticized by many Great Zhou nobles. They are regarded as semi-civilized barbarians and have always been outside the core circle of Ganzhou Daming.

Gongxi Xiaobai turned his head and glanced at Liu Qubing. The child never spoke much, and was concentrating on dealing with a big bone.

He gnawed the ground very carefully and didn't want to let go of a little muscle. The big bone was already bitten and covered with teeth marks.

He smiled helplessly, Gong Xi Xiaobai said, "Sick slave, do you think Liu Tugo is having fun now? Could it be that he forgot us?"

Hearing his benefactor's name, Liu Qubing indeed took his attention away from the lamb leg in his hand, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face.

"When I help the young master fight back Bai Rong, the sick slave will go to Shuofang to find my benefactor. As long as my benefactor is alive, he will definitely go there."

"Bai Rong... Judging from the news sent by the scout, the seven surnames of Bai Rong who had been fighting in the internal strife actually united without selecting the new Grand Shanyu, and they may be invading in large numbers in the beginning of spring."

Gongxi Xiaobai pondered after hearing this, "I just don't know whether they are so chaotic or man-made. Natural disasters are fine. If the chain of turmoil caused by the unstable Western Regions, it may be difficult for the entire north to be peaceful."

He turned his head and looked at Liu Qubing, but found that the child was not listening at all, but was stunned, and his fingers subconsciously stroked the scabbard of the Shen Iron Sword.

Young Master Gongxi is really a little jealous of Master Liu Er, how could he pick up such a loyal sword servant?

He suddenly felt a little gloating and said with a smirk: "If there is a change in the Western Regions, the northern grasslands will definitely be killed into corpses and blood. Not only will the seven surnames of Bai Rong in Teng, Gan, Liang, and the four states will have abnormal changes, but the three kings in Heidi in the northeast may also be anxious to jump over the wall."

Seeing that Liu Qubing was finally willing to turn his head and look at him, Gongxi Xiaobai said happily: "Liu Tugou chose to join the army at this time. It was really a way to get chestnuts from the fire and make money from the sea of ​​blood."

Liu Qubing gave him a blank look and said loudly: "My benefactor said that since you hold a knife, you can take food and clothing from the knife. How can you live your life in the pastoral world and die with plants and trees!"

The tent suddenly became quiet, no one spoke again, and everyone looked at the commander's position.

Gongxi Xiaobai stood up suddenly and said aloud: "Did the men of Gongxi hear what this child said?"

His clear voice sounded in the tent, with the sonorousness gradually grown by being in charge of the army.

"My husband, Xishi, dominates the Western Rong because of his crotch and a knife in his hand!"

"The troops in Ganzhou are vulnerable, and some people are unhappy to stay in Luoxia County and fight against the Bairong people. This is also a natural thing. But no matter how many benefits the south has promised you..."

"Don't forget your ancestors!"

"Is it that Zongheng the grassland and earned a bowl of sweet blood rice with his own hands, or was put in a cage and waited for his master to feed him, you can choose your own choice!"

He slowly walked down from the position of coach, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and he looked at everyone one by one.

A needle falling from a big tent can be heard.

People can easily distinguish the buzzing sound of meat boiled in the kettle, the sizzling sound of oil dripping on the charcoal fire, the dancing of flames in the brazier, and the gradually heavy breathing of dozens of strong men in the tent.

Gongxi Xiaobai turned around suddenly, leaving everyone with a tall back. He only heard him ask softly: "Which family among the seven surnames of Bai Rong is the fattest?"

This question was abrupt and no one answered for a moment.

"Which family in the seven surnames of Bairong has the most money and food?"

Gongxi Xiaobai asked again lightly.

He glanced at Liu Qubing, the only one who could see his face, raised his beautiful eyebrows and raised his lips with a faint smile.

Liu Qubing's eyes rolled and he suddenly replied loudly: "The tent of the Xirong King!"

"Oh, isn't it the one in the north of Luoxia? It's a bit too fat, I'm afraid I can't swallow it in one bite. So, which tribe belongs to the Xirong King's tent is the fattest?" Gongxi Xiaobai asked again.

As if I realized something, the breathing sound in the tent suddenly became heavier.

Before Liu Qubing could contact him, five people replied loudly at the same time: "Qushui Ministry!"

"Well, isn't it just this rich and cowardly Qushui tribe? How far is the Qushui tribe from our Luoxia County?"

"Three hundred miles!"

More people shouted, roaring like wolves, exuding the greed and cruel bloody smell.

Gongxi Xiaobai's tone was plain and joking, as if a young man was talking about Fengyue: "With more people, his ambitions will be greater. When his family is thicker, his bones will be weak. What do you think...what should you do?"

"Tread the Qushui Department!"

The leaders of the Gongxi Iron Cavalry spoke in unison, and they were almost cheering.

The Iron Cavalry of Gongxi looked at Ganzhou, but in order to show his respect to the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he never dared to start a war and expand wildly.

After returning from the horses in the south, Gongxi Xiaobai officially entered the Beishan Camp. However, he had been in office for more than a month, but he only held a high wine party every day, and there was no sign of trying to cheer up.

This made the young and strong party in the army deeply disappointed with the cruel and decisive young marshal. After all, when they went south with a strong momentum, these white wolves were just a little bit fucked, and instead became even more hungry.

In their eyes, Ganzhou Prefecture, which has repeatedly shown weakness, is no longer a worry, and it is time to show its strength.

Gongxi Xiaobai turned around, looked at the generals with burning flames in his eyes, and smiled and said, "Tell me to order..."

All the generals knelt on one knee and bowed their heads to take the order.

"Tomorrow, the camp will be drawn and the Qushui tribe will be flattened, but those who rob the people of wealth and goods will be killed without mercy!"

All the generals changed their colors, and some people looked up and wanted to speak but stopped.

Gongxi Xiaobai seemed to have not seen him and continued: "All the wealth and concession population in this department, my Gongxi family is equally divided with all the meritorious soldiers, and will never break his promise!"

"Abide by the general's order!"

Everyone lowered their heads deeply and agreed with a loud promise.

"But if you are afraid of fighting and not in the former, you will be killed immediately!"

After only a moment of quietness, a roar of thunder suddenly broke out in the central army's tent, and spread throughout the camp in an astonishing degree, eventually converging into a thunderous thunder and sea, storming the snowfield.

"The Iron Cavalry of the West, dominates the Western Rong!"
Chapter completed!