The atmosphere of war hangs over the Western Sea.

A cavalry force of more than 20,000 people marched in the direction of Longqi.

"Shao Tixi, I heard that you are Prince Yanqi?" Tu Luo was riding on his horse, chatting casually.

Yanqi was originally the Shu Kingdom of the Xiongnu, and the Xiongnu King Ri Zhu used the land to establish a boy servant captain and envoy to the Western Regions.

The Xiongnu were defeated by the Han, and Yanqi naturally turned to the Han.

But in the 18th year of Yongping, when Emperor Ming of the Eastern Han Dynasty passed away, Yanqi took advantage of the national mourning to attack and kill Chen Mu, the governor of the Western Regions, Qiuci, Gumo, Weitou, Shache, and Wensu one after another rebelled in response to Yanqi.

When Emperor Zhang of the Han Dynasty succeeded to the throne, he thought Banchao was isolated and helpless and wanted to recall him. Banchao wrote a letter proposing a strategy to use barbarians to control barbarians, which Emperor Zhang greatly approved of.

In the next twenty years, thousands of troops joined forces to sweep through all the countries, defeated the 70,000-strong army of the Kushan Empire, and deposed King Qiuci and King Yanqi.

Tu Luo asked this, but Shao Tijuan's heart was raised.

Only those who know whether our ancestors are Prince Yanqi are ghosts.

In order to create momentum, on Meng Guan's suggestion, he falsely claimed that he was Prince Yanqi.

The effect was immediate. A large number of Hu tribesmen from the Western Regions joined his ranks, causing Shao Tixi's strength to expand instantly.

When he fled to Tuluo, Tuluo pointed one hand at the vast sky and the other at the snow-capped mountains, patting his chest and saying they were brothers.

In just one year, he transformed from a slave to a prince of Yanqi in the Western Sea. Shao Tixi himself felt like a dream.

Occasionally, he would develop a trace of ambition that he shouldn't have.

But he gave it up in an instant.

The man from Xiping County was forever engraved in his heart like a demon.

Powerful, cruel, wise, and invincible.

On the other hand, Tu Luo, who was named like the person he was named for, had a few long hairs sparsely scattered on his head, like an old dog that lost its hair. His upper body was strong and muscular, but his lower body was extremely short.

Although he can be regarded as a general among the leaders of the tribes.

But he doesn't look like the Overlord of the West Sea.

The most important thing for people is to be self-aware.

Shao Tixi felt that if he was bald, he might as well surrender as soon as possible while he had some strength.

He must not be able to defeat the demon god in Xiping.

Not to mention the opponent of Da Wei behind him.

Yewudai and Midang are both living examples.

It's a pity that Shao Tixi is not bald.

"Brother, my ancestor, King Yanqi, also fought against the Han Dynasty. Unfortunately, he was no match for him and had to flee south to the West Sea." Shao Tixi opened his eyes and told lies.

"Haha, my ancestor King Xiutu was no match for the Han Dynasty. He was defeated by Huo Qubing." Tu Luo was not ashamed but proud.

This is the logic of the prairie people: obey the strong and respect the strong.

Yang Zheng had never defeated him, but he had gathered all the tribes in the West Sea to defeat Midang, so it was inevitable that he would be somewhat inflated.

"The West Sea is a good place. If it is occupied, it will be enough to restore the glory of our ancestors." Tuluo's eyes flashed with a psychedelic look.

Shao Tixi quickly made a Hun salute and said, "I am willing to help my brother restore his hegemony!"

"If I succeed, you will be my deputy king!"

"Thank you, brother!"

The two of them were talking to each other, one was bragging and the other was flattering, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

Meng Guan, who was pretending to be a soldier, wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

Among the Qing camp, Meng Guan is the most special one, extremely studious, and especially good at math.

In less than four months since I came to Xihai, I already learned the Chinese language.

Therefore, I can understand the conversation between the two.

Shao Tixi is a puppet on the surface, and the one who really controls everything secretly is him, a young man who has just turned eighteen.

In troubled times, many people go to war at the age of fourteen or five.

Shao Tixi was afraid of Yang Zheng, while Meng Guan respected him.

Without extraordinary courage, who would use an eighteen-year-old boy as their general?

Since ancient times, women have a beautiful appearance that pleases them, and men have died for those who have a close confidant.

Meng Guan's desire to serve and to make achievements was extremely strong.

"Sir, Yang Zheng led seven thousand troops to confront Bai Conghu and Juquluo Bayan in Mucheng Valley!" Several Yulu cavalry came from the east.

"Seven thousand troops? Yang Zheng only has 7,000 troops?"

"Yes, there are only seven thousand people!" the scout confirmed.

"Congratulations, brother, this trip will definitely defeat Yang Zheng, and maybe we can even take Xiping." Shao Tixi took the opportunity to apply the medicine.

Regardless of the poison or the medicine, Tu Luo was greatly benefited from it. His face could not contain his joy. When he smiled, the buck teeth in his mouth protruded, "Haha, God help me, God help me. That traitor Yang Zheng is really arrogant. He is so small."

If you look down on me, you are seeking death!"

Shao Tixi glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the other leaders were also overjoyed.

It was as if the outcome of this battle had already been decided before it even started.

He couldn't help but think of Ye Wudai back then, who was no different from today.

"Send the order to the whole army to speed up the march and go straight to Mucheng Valley." People are in high spirits at happy events, and Tu Luo's voice is a little louder when he speaks.

The horses' hooves rumbled and trampled on the ground.

However, Tu Luo's ambition did not infect his followers.

More than 20,000 people are used to being loose. It's okay if they don't run, and they can still recognize their own flags. Once they start running, they will crowd each other and become a mess.

In order to fight for the road, some cavalrymen collided with each other, cursed and drew their knives to attack each other.

Tu Luo rushed in front, regardless of what happened behind him, and rushed to Mucheng Valley in such a chaotic manner.

The two armies faced off against each other, with their divisions clearly divided.

In the north of the valley, there are felt trees and forests, where people and animals live together, which is quite mixed.

There are thick antlers in the south of the valley, and the camp is well-organized. Rangers are patrolling back and forth, and spearmen, swordsmen, and shielders are waiting in armor. Although the number of troops is insufficient, the morale is high.

Tu Luo was originally very aggressive, but when he saw the Wei army's battle, he suddenly felt guilty.

"Brother, you can go all out, go around the southwest, attack behind, and attack from both sides with Yuezhi and Juqu!" Shao Tixi encouraged.

A few beads of cold sweat broke out on his face that was as bald as tree bark, and he laughed dryly with his big mouth, "Our army is coming from a distance, and our footing is not stable. It is not suitable to attack. We should take a look first before talking."

"That's what the leader said."

"Yue Zhi, if Juqu is not attacked, why should we attack it?"

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Several leaders were chattering and immediately started discussing.

Meng Guan couldn't help it, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he immediately lowered his head so that others could not see his face.

Shao Tixi also sneered in his heart and strengthened his decision.

How can these people succeed?

As soon as we settled down and put up the felt tent, the messenger from Juqu arrived.

"My master asks you to attack tomorrow."

Tu Luo was stunned, "What about you?"

"My lord has his own plans, you just have to follow my orders."

Juqu was once a high-ranking official of the Xiongnu. He considered himself to be the highest-ranking among the remaining Xiongnu tribes, and he looked down upon the captives.

Shao Tixi helped: "My brother is Queen Xiutu, how can I allow you to shout around?"

The Juqu envoy laughed loudly: "King Xiutu commands the Xiutu, Dugu, and Tu tribes. Which one are you?"

The bald old bark face turned red.

It's okay to let him kill people, but it's hard to force him to copy his ancestor's brand.

King Xiutu just said it, in order to recognize a relative and attract the mighty Xiongnu chieftain to help him.

However, the Xiongnu tribes lived a good life in Wei State and looked down upon their poor relatives in the valley.

Shao Tixi didn't think it was a big deal and pulled out the knife on the spot, "My brother is of noble birth, how can I allow you to look down on him!"

A knife passed by and a red knife came out.

Everyone thought Shao Tixi was just threatening them, but he actually took action, so no one stopped him.

The messenger also died with his eyes open.

Tu Luo was also stunned.

Shao Tixi said angrily: "Brother is an eagle in the sky, and you are also wolves on the grassland. How can you suffer under the crotch of others? In my opinion, it is better to do nothing and slaughter the Juqu tribe!"

Several leaders still looked at him blankly.

Tu Luo smiled bitterly and said: "Brother's kindness is appreciated, but at this time there is internal strife. Who can resist Yang Zheng?"

Shao Tixi spat, "One step at a time. It's really impossible to retreat to the West Sea and let them fight each other."

Tu Luo's eyes lit up, "That makes sense! As expected of my brother, we pretended to retreat and let them fight, and then returned to kill them by surprise!"

The more Tu Luo thought about it, the wiser he became.

The leaders of the small tribes also praised him for his wisdom and martial prowess.
Chapter completed!