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    The Yan people here are celebrating the Wanfu Festival, while at the other end, in the camp of the barbarian army, a thin-faced man is sitting on a couch made of snow wolf skin, gently stroking his face with the fingers of his left hand  The scar on his face revealed a thoughtful look.

    He is the king of savages. It is difficult for you to tell what age he is from his appearance, because he was what he was more than ten years ago, and he is still what he is more than ten years later.

    Even Ang Da, who went out with him to roam the world at the beginning, can already see the aging temples, but for him, the years seem to have stopped on him.

    The Yan people are here, so Que Mu and Ang Da should have died in battle.

    Wang stretched out his hand, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip of herbal tea.

    The tea is bad tea. The military chiefs in Beifeng County like this one. The tea is astringent, and even scratches the throat, which is the same as the wind and sand in Beidi.

    Wang learned to drink tea at that time, and he has kept the habit until now. Even though many generals and leaders under him have already drank expensive tea, he still maintains his habit of drinking this bad tea.  .

    It's not for the sake of reminiscing bitterness and sweetness, but many times, after a habit is formed, you don't bother to change it.

    The curtain of the king's tent was lifted, and an old man with a string of skulls hanging around his neck walked in. He bent down respectfully, put his hands in front of him, and said sincerely:

    "king."

    Wang nodded, pointed to his body,

    "sit."

    The old man sat down.

    The savages call themselves saints and believe in the stars. They believe that the radiant depths of the stars are the world of the gods, and every pious savage will be led there after death.

    And the messengers of the stars in the world are called guides.

    Every tribe has guides, which are very similar to the priests of the barbarians. At the same time, the guides of each tribe usually have part-time jobs in addition to daily magic sticks: doctors, teachers, psychological counselors, prophets, climate experts, etc.  Scientists and so on.

    It's like when introducing famous historical figures in primary school textbooks, a long list is always added at the end: politicians, thinkers, and so on.

    However, although Sanghu wears the clothes of a guide, he is not a guide. On the contrary, he used to be annoyed because his family was bullied by the guide of the tribe.  All the savages were beheaded and killed, and then exiled in the snowfield for more than 20 years, becoming a group of rogues. It's okay for other savages, as long as they obediently take out part of their cattle and sheep, they can be forgiven and let go, but as long as they meet the guide,  It must be tortured and killed.

    For this reason, he has also become the public enemy of many tribes in the snowfield, because he is openly provoking the ruling order of the entire snowfield.

    Will the real chief clan of the big tribe believe in the legend of the usher?

    They know that it doesn't matter whether they believe it or not, as long as the people below believe it.

    After the rise of the king, his brilliance shone on the snowy plains, and Sang Hu led more than a thousand old brothers who had been with him for more than ten years to defect to the king's command.

    Sang Hu said he was guilty.

    The king said, you are guilty.

    Then, the king put him on the clothes of the guide, making him the representative of the guide under the king's command.

    After that, Wang once asked him, do you still hate it?

    Sang Hu said, don't hate it, it's just a joke.

    It is obvious that he spent half his life killing the guides, doing such presumptuous things, and at the end of the day, he almost became the leader of the guides in the entire snowfield. What is it if it is not a joke?

    After Sang Hu sat down, Wang said:

    "The people from Jin at Xueguan, do you have any reaction?"

    Sang Hu replied:

    "No response."

    Wang continued to stroke the scar on his face with his hand, and said:

    "It was still making noise before, but now there is no response at all."

    "Does the king think that the Jin people have already heard the news that the Yan people have entered the snowfield?"

    "Do you think that the tribes below us are all of one mind? There will always be someone who will inform us."

    "It should be killed."

    "It doesn't matter. It's not a big deal. The Jin people have been operating on the snowfield for hundreds of years. If they can't even report the news, it's not that the Jin people are incompetent. It's because we are too stupid.  People have been suppressed for hundreds of years and cannot raise their heads.

    Besides, even if they don't tell the truth, since the people of Yan sent troops, how could they not inform the people of Jin?  "

    "So, Jin people already know that Yan people are coming."

    &nbWait, Wang, you can free up your hands to deal with this Nanhou of the Yan people.  "

    "How many soldiers and horses have we gathered here now?"

    "Already nearly 40,000, and tomorrow we can gather another 20,000, all of whom are the most skilled warriors under the king's command."

    "Okay, start withdrawing in batches tomorrow night, just leave 10,000 warriors here for the king, you and them all go to Xueguan, and when the Jin people come out, eat them all."

    "King, only 10,000 warriors are left here, how can you defeat the Yan people, this"

    Wang yawned,

    road:

    "My king's tent is here, and with ten thousand warriors, it is a big dish for that Yanman Nanhou, and it is decent enough to use this to entertain Yanren who came from afar.

    The Marquis Nanhou from Yan wanted to kill someone, so this king sent him up to kill him. As long as we eat up the Jin army who dared to attack this time, Xuehaiguan will also be able to take advantage of the situation.

    People from Yan, no matter how good at fighting they are, it is impossible to destroy our saint clan. Only when the Xueguan Pass is broken, can the sky of our saint clan become wider again.  "

    "Wang, this is really too"

    "Don't worry, I'm not those idiots Que Mu and Onda. At the critical moment, I will let these ten thousand warriors cut off my back."

    "But¡­¡­¡­"

    "Go down."

    "Your subordinates know, king, please take care, your subordinates must break through the snow customs and wait for the return of the king!"

    Sang Hu left.

    In the king's tent,

    And only Wang was left.

    Wang reached out and took out an exquisite small box from under his leather couch,

    Open,

    In the box is a little girl's embroidered shoes.

    Wang held the shoes carefully in his palm,

    Bring it to your nose,

    Take a deep breath,

    A look of intoxication immediately appeared on his face.

    "It smells so good"

    Immediately,

    Wang subconsciously reached out and touched the scar on his face more than ten years ago,

    self-mumbling:

    "I heard that you are getting married soon."

    There was no trace of loneliness on Wang's face,

    Instead, he laughed "hehehe",

    and said to himself

    "Wait for me, I will come to snatch you. ?
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