The border to the west of Nanwan, a grassland area that originally bordered the Khantes.∽↗

There are 20,000 elite Hantes, plus 100,000 servants from various affiliated tribes.

After learning about King Hante's death, the second prince Quitland ascended the throne and took advantage of the disappearance of the Yushi Marquis, and the endless internal struggles in the Daqi colony, he personally gathered all the military forces, and together with the Xiyin people in the south, attacked the Nanwan area from the south and the north.

In the big tent late at night, the new Hant King Quitland was still buried in the strategic map written in parchment.

This expedition can be said to be a helpless choice. Because of the appearance of the Heavenly Snake King Zuo Zhicheng, it can be said that the indigenous people are now overwhelmingly disadvantageous in terms of high-end power.

The death of King Hante even gave up the steel suit, and the entire Hante tribe was extremely unstable. If this continues, Daqi will survive the civil war smoothly, digest the fruits of victory, and then turn around to deal with the grassland, then the Hante people will undoubtedly be defeated.

Quetlan thought about it and could only win the fire. He took advantage of the long-term front of the Great Qi people and the border was insufficient to win in one battle. He did not expect to completely defeat the South Bay, but just wanted to disrupt the other party's territory and gain more time for the Hantes.

In fact, such rash military actions also caused Quitland to be heavily hindered among the Hant royal family.

But Quitland himself understands the current form very well.

"Those cowardly and greedy nobles, they don't understand that this is our last chance. If this is not successful, then what awaits us is inevitable destruction.

Instead of waiting for destruction, it is better to strive for a front-line opportunity."

Unfortunately, not many people in the clan understood this truth, and most of the nobles still trembled by the power of the Heavenly Snake King, hoping to maintain a peaceful relationship every year. Therefore, he worked hard and brought only the most elite and central 20,000 royal tent troops.

As for other nobles and royal soldiers, he could not bring them out at all.

But Quitland understood that once the South Bay and the Central Government recovered, peace would not be maintained at all.

Just as Quetlan repeatedly studied the map in front of him and thought about how the war went, he suddenly felt a sudden pause and a dizziness came to his mind.

When he lay down on the table, Xu Hongfei, who had performed a mental storm, had already rushed out of the darkness. He had already pinched Quitland's neck with his life.

The indestructible defense and the spiritual storm of the spirit explosion gave Xu Hongfei a powerful sneak attack ability. Since Zuo Zhicheng transplanted him with the spirit explosion, he has become more and more familiar with similar sneak attack methods.

When Quitland gradually came to his senses, he found that his neck was being pinched tightly, and a dagger pressed against his vest.

"You... are the subordinates of the Heavenly Snake King?" Quitland said with an ugly face: "If you kill me, you will definitely not be able to get out of this camp."

Xu Hongfei said lightly: "Surrender and withdraw troops."

"Dream." Quitland said with his neck terrified: "There are only the Hantes who died in battle, and no Hantes who surrender."

"I just said they were all stupid?" Shen Anan walked out slowly. The ground dragon chirped and crawled out from a hole behind.

It turned out that the pet earth dragon tamed by Shen Anan dug out a passage, and they came to Quitland's tent from the passage.

Watching Chen Anan take out rows of scalpels, tweezers, and saws from his bag, Quitland also changed his sarcasm: "What do you want to do?"

"Call him out." Chen Anan said casually.

"Wait, you guys..." Quitland struggled to say something, and Xu Hongfei's iron palm had already slapped him out of touch.

Xu Hongfei looked at Chen Anan constantly cutting and suturing Quitland's body. He asked, "How long can this last?"

"The corpse-fighting technique can control him for four or five days, and he will die in four or five days." Chen Anan said: "But no flaw can be seen in four or five days. It is enough for him to collapse the camp roar commanded by the army."

Xu Hongfei nodded: "I don't know how the Xiyin people are doing."

"What else can it do? There is the beast of the Pluto Snake and the Electric Soldier. Fenghou is in charge and can't fight at all." Chen Anan curled his lips and said, "There is a smell in the tents of these Hantes. I'm really losing money this time on a business trip. When I go back, I must ask Zuo Zhicheng to double my subsidy."

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On the road to Dongmu, there is a desert called Hope Land. Oasis of all sizes are spread out.

Now, in the heart of the largest oasis, the green, there are caravans, camels, taverns, prostitutes, and a superior geographical location. With a large number of business travelers, residents will develop more and more prosperously.

At this time, in a tavern, Dugu Feng, the Holy Son of Yanmo, who had a shaved head, was sitting alone in a corner, watching the beef on the table drinking and drinking.

A moment later, a middle-aged woman walked in with a bad expression. She found a seat to sit down, ordered a few dishes and began to swallow.

Although he looks like a middle-aged woman, she looks like a seven-foot man in terms of her behavior, movements, and expressions, giving people a very inconsistent feeling.

Dugu Feng smiled and drank another glass of wine: "Friend, are you doing something?"

The middle-aged woman did not speak, but still ate wildly, just as the table of dishes in front of her was her whole world.

Dugu Feng didn't hear the other party's answer and didn't care. He just smiled and said slowly: "You give me a little familiar feeling. Have we ever met?"

"Haha, is that?" the middle-aged woman said with a smile: "I have never seen you. Have you owe that familiar woman a lot of things?"

"Out something?"

"Yes." The woman's smile was a little cold: "I owe money, favors, or something more important."

"That won't be, because I never owe anything to anyone." Dugu Feng said lightly: "Because as long as the things I like will become mine in the end."

The woman just sneered and didn't say much. The atmosphere seemed to suddenly become silent, and an indescribable aura slowly filled the entire lobby.

Until another middle-aged man walked in and walked straight to the middle-aged woman and sat down: "Madam, you are quarreling with others again." He smiled gently at Dugu Feng: "Sorry, my wife is just a little irritable and always has quarrels with others."

"It's okay." Dugu Feng slowly poured the wine from the glass into his throat and said lightly: "What Madam said is very interesting and made me think of a lot." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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