Just after a spring rain, water droplets dripped from the tip of the leaves and evaporated in the air. The huge bonfire below burned, reflecting on the mountain walls as the shadows of people. The forests were fierce and weird. The sacrificial sacred dancers were wearing terrifying masks and shaking the divine bells hanging on their bodies. Around them, dozens of Xianbei men with strong upper bodies were also using barbaric and fierce dances to please the gods.

Amid the shaking fire, the man sitting on the bear blanket, with his chest naked, his thick and strong muscles swelling, his skin dark, and his scars left by several beasts, demonstrating the achievements of Zeng Libo Bear Huhu. The eastern Xianbei tribe was at the intersection of hills and plains in northern Liaodong. The adults had tens of thousands of people, and as many as 20,000 could fight. Unlike another Xianbei adult in the eastern region, Mijia, he was more inclined to talk to all enemies with a knife. Over the years, he and Mijia had digested the dead Suli tribe and expanded more.

Looking at the sacrificial dance around the bonfire, he picked up the hunting knife placed on the flat stone platform and joined in. His thick and powerful thighs tensed their muscles and jumped with the pace. The muscles were filled with explosive power in the light of the sword. On the other side of the mountain wall, not far from the bear skin, he was thin and tall, and he looked a little gentle. The man wearing a foxtail felt hat was watching the sacrificial dance and spoke to a person on his left hand. The man also replied, "The Xianbei and Wuhuan are of the same lineage, and the two are in Liaodong." There are not many obstacles in language communication.

"You can already see the Han cavalry outside... After this sacrifice, you should have a real battle with the Han people."

"The Han cavalry is very powerful, but we can deal with them in the mountains."

"Ta Shanyu was right, but unfortunately he wanted to defeat the Han people with great dignity."

"...The wolf brought a terrible disaster, with a total of ten thousand cavalry. This is not the even more terrifying bow cavalry beside him. If Jueji really wants to fight on the plain, I, Wuhuan, will definitely not participate."

"I have heard of the Han people saying "the lips are dead and the teeth are cold"? Jueji is defeated, my eastern Xianbei is gone, can you still survive alone? Don't forget that Gongsun Du, the shameless man, took a lot of our things, but he was not allowed to see him, and he also had the idea of ​​killing us. Wei Qiutai from Fuyu Kingdom, surrendered to Gongsun Zhi a few years ago and obtained a lot of Han weapons and equipment. They are also very familiar with them in the mountains."

"..." No words came out, and then punched the stone platform, but cursed fiercely: "Gongsun Du, this disgusting thing..."

There was a buzzing sound in the air, as if something was flying over.

The next second, the light of the sword passed through the two people's vision. With a hunting knife, it pierced into the ground. On the mountain wall in Mijia, stone chips splashed, and the handle of the knife was still swinging slightly with the rest of the energy. Jueji walked out of the dance, walked up the stone steps with a strong body, grabbed the pottery on the stage and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, smiled fiercely, and looked at the two of them.

"This Liaodong is ours. Gongsun Zhi and Gongsun Du are just outsiders. Suli's defeat in the early years was just a sneak attack by Gongsun Zhi's subordinates. This can only prove that he was just afraid of fighting head-on with us. The Han people are so timid. We are a little stronger. They are also as fragile as before in front of Tan Shihuai's Great Shanyu. What's more, Gongsun Zhi had killed his royal relatives and was just a horse thief. Even if he was Gongsun Zan's son, what if Yuan Jizhou would help us. The two of them have had enough cowardice in recent years. It's not too late to join forces to kill Gongsun Zhi's soldiers and burn his wolf flag..."

Mika looked at him silently.

"... Once you take Gongsun Zhi's head, defeat his army, get his weapons and armor, then take back the grasslands in western Liaoning and take back everything that belongs to our Xianbei. At that time, we will still have the final say in the north. The remaining Fuyu Kingdom and Gongsun Du... can be squeezed as much as you want, and you can kill it with one knife."

One foot suddenly stepped onto the stone platform, Jue Ji pressed his knees with one hand and stared at him, and clenched his fists with the other hand, "This matter is settled. If you Wuhuan don't come, then you will not be able to defeat me and surrender directly, and kill you Wuhuan in turn."

"......you!" He turned his head angrily. Who said that this person was stupid? Such a threat really made him unable to refuse.

The firelight reflected the human face. In the noisy sound, Mijia drank wine elegantly, and his eyes moved away from the two of them. Looking at the sky behind the forest, the stars and moon were dense.

"The brainless guy... Maybe Qianman is a good way out."

He thought.

Extending along this side, half of the huge tribe spread into the lush forests, clusters of fire lights and figures walked around, and occasionally, the neighing of war horses came, and the strong Eastern Xianbei were already ready to fight.

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It was mid-April, and after the spring rain passed, the bright sunshine for several days was coming, and the fortifications were coming to an end on the hillside, and the warm sunshine was filled with a faint smell of sweat.

The Taigaobashima camp scolded and scolded and continued.

As summer approaches, the sun shines on the earth, the trees on the hillside are densely shaded, and the trees on the hillside have basically been cut down. The thick tree bodies have been made into wooden beams, and a warehouse for piles of grain and grass, or a sentry tower is built. The horse-rejecting piles are staggered in rows, just like Cao Ang and Pan Feng guarding here, and are placed on the slope to prevent cavalry from attacking.

The Daqin people who transported stones and wood were walking naked with their upper bodies exposed, and their shadows were clearly shaking on the ground passing by. Some compatriots became supervisors, waving their whips and urging them to speed up not far away. At the foot of the mountain below the camp was another military camp. A large number of horse hooves and infantry shouts spread. The Qin supervisor took a sip of cold water. From a distance, it was a huge camp of tens of thousands of people, extending for several miles, almost surrounding the place.

In the further direction, several cavalry can sometimes be seen. More than ten cavalry scouts came back with a few corpses. The army that detoured from western Liaoning arrived a few days ago. The first thing they did was to send a large number of cavalry to scatter out, almost annex the scattered small tribes of Wuhuan, or small settlements that had not yet been withdrawn. The heads that were cut down were inserted into the traces of destruction. Regardless of men, women, young and old, remaining corpses, the standing heads turned into a terrifying scene in the summer season.

In addition to the killing and dispersal of the Rangers, the main force of the Black Mountain was doing the final rest as the wolf cavalry that had arrived for several days.

Under the banner of the huge white wolf, the general's tent seemed quiet, and occasionally there were noisy chatter. The scouts who conveyed military information came back from outside from time to time. When they were in the hands of Shangguan, someone walked in with intelligence. At this time, many generals in the tent were gathered, led by Yan Rou and Qianzhao, namely Zhao Yun, Pan Feng, Tian Yu, Gongsun Xu, Gongsun Yue, Tian Yu... and other generals. Tian Yu participated as the captain of the Phan Military Academy, and Xiahou Lan was the military commander and in charge of military law, which initially formed the core scale of the battle in Liaodong.

"...... In the past, most of the Wuhuan unit was consumed, and there were internal frictions with the other units, which was not difficult. When the lord's army came, it would definitely form a slight mentality of a cup of bow and snake shadow. On the other hand, since General Zhao's killing power a few years ago, most of the tribes under him were swallowed up by the slaughter and mistook them. With several years of digestion, coupled with its own development, it has grown a lot. It is rumored that the slaughter and the man is brave and unstoppable. Once we come, he will definitely resist..."

Tian Yu stood in front of the generals for the first time to analyze the Xianbei and Wuhuan in Liaodong. He pointed to the forces divided on the map and seemed a little nervous. "...Mijia is more like my great Han scholar, who is well-versed in some Chinese language. At that time, he will inevitably unite the Wuhuan to fight against the enemy. 30,000 troops will probably be about 50,000 or 60,000. However, although there are also horse-producing in Liaodong, it will eventually be much less. Although we have Gongsun Du and Fuyu Kingdom help us, they will only preserve some strength and will not really fight... This cannot be expected."

"What's the name of this mountain?" He stood at the top of the front, with black beards left, and his majestic and cold-looking figure dragged his cloak to the pointing of a mountain range on the map and asked.

As the captain of the Zan Army, Tian Yu obviously did a lot of homework and pointed his fingers on it, "This is Wuwu Mountain. To the south is Liaoxi County, and to the west is Liucheng forty miles, most of the Wuhuan people gather in nearby plains and hills."

Gongsun Zhi nodded slightly, his eyes were in Liucheng, Pinggang looked, took a pen from the desk, and drew a circle in the name of a mountain down between them: "Don't wait for the Xianbei to unite with Wuhuan, send someone to inform Gongsun Du and Wei Qiutai, let them hold back Jueji, Mijia, we will defeat Wuhuan first in Bailang Mountain."

Just as the words fell, Dian Wei, who had his chest exposed outside the tent, walked in with bloody smell, dripping bloody beard on his big beard, threw the blood-stained halberds to the ground, bowing: "Lord, the messenger of the Wuhuan people said he wanted to see you, and I accidentally killed the rest, and there was only one left..."

After he finished speaking, Gongsun Zhi turned his face slightly, threw the problem on the table, and waved his hand: "Wipe it together, and notify the cavalry outside. The battle is imminent. Whether it is resisting or not, I don't want the tribes of the Wuhuan people to appear on the marching road."

"yes!"

Everyone clasped their fists and shouted loudly, shaking the tent.
Chapter completed!