The leaders of each tribe entered the big tent, and when they left, everyone let out a long sigh. A witch doctor brought a green medicinal soup and handed it to the man on the couch.
"Prince, the medicine has been prepared. If you drink it, your illness will be cured."
Red Eyebrow hugged the thick blanket and forced her body to sit up. The medicinal liquid poured into her stomach, and green juice hung on her chin.
After coming back, Chimei fell ill. Her body was cold and hot, and she was so weak that she couldn't even hold the knife tightly.
His family knows his own affairs, and he knows that his illness cannot be cured by any medicine. He is suffering from heart disease, and heart disease requires heart medicine.
How could they see through their own trap?
I have been thinking about this problem for the past few days. Is it because my performance is not perfect enough, or is it because the other party is clairvoyant and has good ears?
It feels really bad to feel like your enemy knows you, but you can't see through the other person.
More than half of the tribesmen brought out from the tribe have been killed or injured, so why should they return to the tribe and meet their father who never looks at him squarely?
Chimei, who was used to winning, finally discovered that failure was such an annoying thing.
"Brother, you are so disappointing."
Before anyone arrived, the voice came first. As soon as he heard the voice, Chimei frowned and looked at the tent door coldly.
A figure walked in slowly, wearing a scholar's Confucian robe, a folding fan in his hand, and a sword at his waist. He looked like a talented man from Jiangnan or Jingzhou, but his deep-set eye sockets and golden eyes still gave away his identity.
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The ninth prince of the Northern Barbarians, Jin asked.
Jin Wendao is indeed the ninth prince of the Northern Barbarians. As for whether he is the ninth son of the Northern Barbarians, no one knows. However, being able to be crowned king and called His Highness proves that he is still the king of Northern Barbarians in the eyes of the Northern Barbarians.
Somewhat important. After Huerle died, he was a very strong contender for the throne.
Although this man was born in the Northern Barbarians, he loved the imperial culture and was proud to imitate the imperial culture in his clothing and food. He even gave himself an imperial name.
"Brother Ninth, you're here!" The coldness on Chimei's face disappeared and was replaced by an eager smile.
"If you use any of them, do I need to come in person?"
Jin Daowao hit Chimei with a folding fan, like scolding a puppy, and a cold light flashed out of Chimei's eyes.
"Have you got what my father asked for?" Jin asked.
"The enemy is very cunning and has not yet..."
"We fought for twenty days and still couldn't capture a broken city. It's a shame that you still boasted about Haikou in front of my father." Jin Wendao waved his hand: "I'm here, now I'll take over everything."
How arrogant, this habit of giving orders is really annoying!
The Northern Barbarian King had many children, and Huerle was originally the most favored. However, after Huerle died, other princes had the opportunity to compete for the throne.
There are a total of ten people who hope to compete for the throne. They are all trying their best to win over the tribes on the grassland and add bricks and tiles to their own path to becoming king.
For example, the Oyama tribe and the Inuqiu tribe that went on the expedition with Akamei this time are all weaker tribes, so they chose to join the weaker Tenth Prince Akimei. If this battle can be won, then these tribes will become their own.
A bargaining chip for the king.
But now I lost the fight.
Jin Daodao will take over the position of commander-in-chief as soon as he comes, and then all the forces he has worked hard to win over will become his people.
"Brother Ninth, my illness is not serious and I can still lead troops. I will break Toad Stronghold and get back what my father wants."
"What affects you is not your disease, but your brain. You are too stupid and don't understand what war is about." Jin Wenwen once again hit Chimei's head with a folding fan: "Now I will summon them
Discussion, if you can't die from your illness, just open your eyes and watch how I can defeat the city in three days."
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"Hey, that southerner, please clean up the horse manure!"
Several Rong tribesmen gathered together and threw stones at Meng Ziyun. Seeing his panic, several people laughed.
Meng Ziyun did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. He loaded the horse dung on the dung cart with a shovel and endured the stench.
It's not that he has no sense of shame, but that he is used to this kind of insult. So sometimes getting used to it is really a terrible thing.
But it was a tiring thing after all. Meng Ziyun stood in the sun for a while and stared at the undulating mountain peaks in the distance.
Then, for some reason, he saw a poplar tree moving on the mountain peak. He thought it was because he was dazzled, but took another look and found that not only was the poplar tree moving, but there was also a figure under the tree.
Meng Ziyun's heart beat loudly. He had been waiting for an opportunity to be reused, and then led his troops into Toad Village and cut Cheng Dalei into pieces with a thousand knives.
Now, the opportunity I had been waiting for seemed to have arrived.
He quietly left the camp at dusk, climbed close to the mountain peak and looked up. There was indeed a person under the tree with unkempt hair and an unkempt face, but Meng Ziyun still recognized who he was at a glance.
Lin Shaoyu.
He almost ran back to the camp and broke into Jin Wenwen's tent.
"Are you from the South?" Jin asked.
"Um."
"Why join us?"
"I have an unforgettable hatred towards that thief for taking my wife." Meng Ziyun gritted his teeth and said.
"Okay, you will be my groom from now on."
"Groomman..." Meng Ziyun couldn't believe that after reporting such important information, all he got was the position of a groom.
"Don't worry, when you really kill the thief, you will have a better position."
Jin Daodao smiled, looked at Niujiao Peak in the distance, and suddenly laughed and said: "Interesting, a bit interesting."
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Niujiao Peak.
Lin Shaoyu was lying on the big stone, slowly moving his legs, with bread and clean water beside him.
This is not a very good job, not to mention the soggy bread, the cold rocks, or the loneliness of no one speaking for a long time, which can cause a person to have a nervous breakdown.
But Lin Shaoyu didn't feel pain, but a bit of glory.
He has never told anyone that he is the daughter of a noble family, otherwise he would not be able to afford a set of equipment to travel in the world. Growing up, he has been exposed to those heroic stories, and he also wants to become that kind of legendary figure, spread among the people of the world.
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It wasn't until I entered the arena that I realized how difficult it was.
Until now, Lin Shaoyu felt that he was doing a good thing. Expelling the barbarians and saving the people from fire and water was of course a good thing. It was important to do a good thing, wasn't it?
Come night, the sky is filled with stars.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of walking. Looking through the night light, I saw iron spears glowing with a chilling cold light on the road climbing to the mountain peak.
coming!
Since you dare to come here, you are bound to be in danger of being discovered, it just depends on the length of time.
Lin Shaoyu was shocked and tightened his grip on his iron gun. The gun was covered with dew at night and felt wet to the touch.
He took out his gun without hesitation and stabbed someone close to the mountain.
A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.