boom!

The rain curtain fell and the sound was loud.

It was raining heavily outside and the bonfire was lit.

There was an iron pot on the bonfire, and mutton and milky-white mutton soup were cooked in the pot. A young man in black clothes cut off the ribs with a knife and dipped them in the water to eat. He sat cross-legged on the grassland, looking at ease, but there was an ornament on his forehead.

The man looked unhappy.

The seven Turkic kings played with a scimitar in their hands. It was the trophy of Tuyuhun. The scimitar was made of gold. The handle was inlaid with seven gems the size of pigeon eggs. It was as luxurious as a work of art, but the blade was brisk, as if it could cut through the north.

wind.

The Seventh King said: "Sir's plan is very powerful. We occupy the vast land of the Western Region."

"But my brother suffered a great loss."

It was difficult for the Seven Kings to resist the urge to curse the stupid pig.

When they discovered that Yu Wen Lie was attacking, the five Turkic kings who were originally confronting Yu Wen Lie couldn't bear the opportunity to make contributions. They attacked Guancheng, which Yu Wen Lie was originally guarding, and the people inside retreated. They defeated the original defenders.

Entered the city.

But he didn't expect that Yu Wenlie, a fierce general, was also good at long-distance attacks.

When they were drunk, Yu Wenlie came back and burned the original Yingguoguan City. By the way, he also stewed the Turkic cavalry. Tens of thousands of armored elites were directly stewed into rotten meat. What a threat to the five Turkic kings.

It is said that most of the martial arts skills have been wasted.

This time Yu Wenlie almost wiped out all the accumulation of the Five Kings.

The five kings escaped with their lives and knew about the harvest of the seven kings, so they were furious. They said that it was the seven kings who attacked the Western Regions that made Yu Wenlie realize that the defenses of the five kings were empty, so he wanted to divide the land he occupied in the western regions. Even the father of the five kings

, the Lord of the grassland under the golden tent also said that he wanted the seven kings to help settle the tribes of the five kings.

The seven kings looked ugly.

The land he laid down was used by his father to compensate his stupid brother.

But he couldn't disobey the Khan at all.

At this moment, his anger was powerless. Po Jun smiled slightly and said, "I have a plan that can help you."

The Seventh King sat upright and said, "I'm just waiting for you, sir."

Po Jun looked outside and said, "It's raining heavily."

The Seven Kings were confused and just nodded and said: "Yes, it is the end of spring. The grassland will slowly enter the rainy season. The ice and snow on the snow-capped mountains will melt and mix into the rivers. The rivers will spread from the west to the entire grassland, and the grassland will enter."

The most wonderful time of every year.”

Po Jun said: "Well, the terrain in the Western Region is high, and the Turkic tribes live by water and have no habit of digging wells."

The Seven Kings widened their eyes, looked at the young man in front of them and said, "Why don't we poison the upper reaches? When the Five Kings come here, there shouldn't be anything to worry about, right? The people who herd horses on the grassland are very superstitious. By that time, they can release them.

Rumor has it that the gods are angry with the five kings for seizing your inheritance."

"Life and death, coupled with rumors, and fear in mind and heart, they will definitely retreat."

"The dead horses, cattle, sheep, and people will make this grassland lush."

The Seven Kings were furious, drew out their swords, slapped them on the table, and said angrily:

"You want me to poison my own people?!"

"Do you know how many people will die?!!!"

Po Jun ignored the blade and just said:

"It is better for the tribe of the Five Kings to die than for your tribe to die, isn't it?"

The Seventh King said: "But I would rather fight with swords."

The military advisor from the Central Plains burst out laughing. He stood up, stretched out his hand to hold the scimitar, and said in a threatening tone: "So, what's the difference between killing with a sword and killing with poison? We're already killing people, right?

Do you still care about a good reputation?"

"Are you also so particular about your name? But, Seventh King, have you ever thought about it?"

Po Jun looked at the Seven Kings, his eyes burning with fire, and said:

"Even if you give this land to him."

"They won't miss you either!"

"He will think that you are a child who has not grown up and is afraid of his father. He will think that you are a fool. He will plunder your land on horseback. He will bring your beauties back to the tent and beat your warriors with whips. And this is all

Because of your kindness at this moment."

This sentence touched the deepest thoughts of the Seven Kings, and the power on the Seven Kings' blades became weaker and weaker.

Looking at Po Jun, he seemed defeated. He sat back, picked up the wine and raised his neck to drink. Finally, his face looked drunk, and he sighed and said: "Sir, you are so cruel. I want to be famous for your plan."

It all stinks."

Po Jun said: "If you must give me this bad reputation, you can only make this decision because you feel that you are innocent, and I don't care."

The Seven Kings looked at the counselor who expressed his thoughts and said nothing.

The Seventh King was playing with his machete. The atmosphere here became quiet with murderous intent, but Pojun was eating meat. The Seventh King suddenly said: "I remember, sir, you wanted to go back to the Central Plains. Isn't it good here in the grassland? Isn't it right?

Am I not generous enough to you?"

Po Jun said: "You are very kind to me. I like the scenery and beauties of the grassland."

The Seven Kings said: "Then why do you want to leave?"

"Am I not sincere enough?"

The Seventh King took a step forward, and the prairie king's cloak moved slightly. He knelt down and tapped his chest with his palms:

"I have not completed my great work here, so please continue to stay here. Under my king's tent, you will always have a share of the inheritance. One day, when my battle flag shines on the grassland, you will be under my banner.

Next to you, at that time, people on the grassland will cheer your title and call you the Great Khan."

"Please stay."

He looked at the handsome young man in front of him with serious eyes, but his palm was also pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist. If such talent and strategy cannot be kept here, he can only kill him and bury him.

here.

Any monarch with great talent and strategy will aspire to leave behind peerless talents.

Or people.

Or, it's fate.

What the old guide was worried about finally happened. The Seven Turkic Kings above the third level broke out at such a short distance, enough to cut Po Jun's throat in an instant. Po Jun said calmly: "It's just for your sake."

As a result, I am going to the Central Plains."

"Didn't you notice?"

The movement of the seven kings paused. Po Jun helped the seven kings up, pointed at the map of Kanyu, and said: "Now there is a big battle between the Turks and the Ying Kingdom. You have obtained the land in the Western Region, but the five kings are almost completely wiped out. What do you think?

Are you now the opponent of the great general Yu Wenlie?"

The Seven Kings were silent, the Iron Buddha was powerful, but Ying's tiger barbarian heavy armored cavalry was only slightly weaker.

There is also an unparalleled general and commander like Yu Wenlie.

The Seventh King shook his head: "Not his opponent."

Po Jun said: "So, if Yu Wenlie takes advantage of this opportunity to charge into the grassland with his troops, how will he resist? The heads and armors of the five kings' generals were cut off by him and built up outside the original pass.

, it became a Jingguan, and everyone on the grassland was afraid."

"Do you think all the commanders-in-chief of the Eighteen Divisions are willing to fight with this famous general?"

The Seventh King shook his head again.

Po Jun smiled and said: "So, the grassland is no longer Yixin, this is your chance."

"The grassland is now divided into two factions: fighting to the death and those seeking peace. Your father only had the option of fighting to the death, but you are different. You are still young and you have brilliant military exploits. At this time, if you go to Yingguo and choose to make peace with Yingguo,

How do you feel about forming an alliance and marrying the princess of Ying State as your wife?"

The Seven Kings looked at Po Jun and said:

"In this way, I will become a knife for the country to check and balance the grassland."

Po Jun looked at him and smiled: "Yes."

"But the rest of the tribes, those princes who are unwilling to fight to the death with Yingguo will come to you. They have tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, and hundreds of thousands of serfs. They already have the best life, and they cannot afford to fight against the fierce enemies of the Central Plains.

The warriors will fight, and when the time comes, those tribes will come here."

"They will gather under your tent, and when you go out, you will be accompanied by kings."

"At that time, your name and orders will have the same supreme authority as your father!"

The Seven Kings looked quietly at the handsome Central Plains man in front of them.

The king of the grassland laughed.
To be continued...