Martial Sage

Brother Shuhan!

Almost immediately, most Western Turkic leaders thought of this person.

A person who can abandon his own country and survive in another country.

Pooh.

The bearded leader spit fiercely, and the veins violently squeezed the big hand of the seat.

"This kid has been in our tribe all the time. I'm afraid this is what I'm waiting for, right?"

"A brute force, archery Bufan, but emotionally raising cattle and horses for us, is it credible?"

Under questioning, there was no sound!

For a long time, the accumulated hatred has been brewing and fermenting little by little in the whole big account.

The leader of the sharp-mouthed monkey's gills twisted the few long beards on his chin, squinted, with a harsh tone.

"Is this person a meticulous work sent by Datang? The purpose of surrendering to our tribe is to make our tribes turn against each other and kill each other?"

Amazing!

The expressions of all the leaders present changed and looked at each other.

Noisy discussions gradually became louder in the entire Great Hall.

The Tianxiang Khan who was sitting in the first seat was shocked, and his face was blue and white.

Originally, he thought about the strength of his brother Shuhan, but wanted to subdue him, and he could also have one more member to frighten the generals of many tribes.

Therefore, in recent years, I have spent a lot of money on this person, and I have also shown a lot of care.

This time, his brother Shuhan has become the target of public criticism. If he does not make a statement, I am afraid that the leaders in this account will collude and raise themselves up.

With a punch on the armrest of the seat, Tianxiang Khan Niu stood up with the fat body!

"Ge Shuhan is deliberately unpredictable. Later this king will definitely ask to understand. If this is the case, this king will definitely throw him cramped into the grassland to feed the wolves!"

As soon as the voice fell, a scout opened the curtain and fell to the ground.

"Sweat profusely! It's not good! It's not good!"

The muddy soldier struggled to his knees and said breathlessly.

"Mukun Clan! Down!"

"All the soldiers in Mucuo have been slaughtered, and it takes less than... less than a stick of incense hour!"

The noisy discussion stopped abruptly, and all the leaders looked at the scout who was kneeling on the ground and gasping in horror. They couldn't believe Own Ears!

When is a stick of incense?

Leaving aside the use of force, even if the 20,000 soldiers line up in a row and let the Datang Fei soldiers come and chop without a single arrow, it will be more than just a stick of incense!

Could it be possible that the 20,000 soldiers could open the city gate wide with cupped hands, stretch their necks and wait for Tang Jun to chop?

When the chief heard the bad news, his heart suddenly fell cold, and an anger grew from his heart.

He stood up with a ‘swish’, strode towards the scout, grabbed the scout, and lifted the scout to the front of him like a chicken.

"Say it again, what's wrong with him?"

The scout tightly protected the jammed neck with his hands, his complexion gradually turned flush, and he struggled to speak.

"The city is broken."

"Except for the people, everyone was slaughtered."

Sip Yan Lu's figure suddenly trembled, and threw the scout back. The huge force stunned the scout.

"Impossible! Never possible!"

"How could Mucuo be so vulnerable, you lied!"

Holding his aching butt, the scout looked aggrieved.

"As soon as I was approaching the city, I met people who had fled."

"After the Mukun leader betrayed, the Tang army attacked the city three days later, using this unknown object with great power to destroy all the gates of the entire city."

After that, a trace of fear flashed across the scout's face, said.

"Then... those people said that General Tang was a god descending to the earth, greeting thunder and fighting, with a grand aura!"

The legends of ghosts and gods were all reported by the scouts, sipping Yan Lu where he could believe them, and shouted violently.

"Fuck your mother!"

"Where can there be any gods saying anything about 50,000 soldiers!"

"It's just a bluff!"

The soldier who collapsed on the ground, clutching his neck, glanced at Yan Lu in a panic, and whispered timidly.

"It's not fifty thousand... it's... it's one hundred fifty thousand."

Wow.

In the big account, everyone was shocked!

"Unexpectedly, there is no division! How is this one good!"

"150,000! We currently only have less than 80,000 soldiers, this..."

"What are you afraid of! Datang came from a long way, barefoot, no less than half of the driver! 150,000 is just an imaginary number!"

"Yes! Holding an imaginary number is scary, but in fact, the number of soldiers will not exceed 70,000!"

The noisy discussion sounded once again in the whole tooth tent.

Listening to the discussion in the ear, Yan Lu was frightened and angry.

Although his subordinate is known as the Five Clan, but only 50,000 soldiers, against Tang Hao's 70,000, he still has no bottom in his heart.

What's more, the 150,000 army is dispatched, and how many people can fight is still unknown!

Perhaps, it will be more than 70,000 guessed!

The risk of privately bringing troops to conquer is too high. The five clans of own have a large number of people, but they do not account for 10% of the entire tribe!

What's more, he was proud of the mistake of Mumu, and the 20,000 soldiers under his command had already been killed, making him a little bit afraid to act rashly.

Thinking of this, Yan Lu angrily said to the cupped hands of Tianxiang Khan in the tent.

"Khan!"

"Although Su Mucuo is my adopted son, he is like his own life. This time Tang Hao cuts my son, I will definitely want him to pay for it!"

"Muyang City is even more about the safety of tens of thousands of tribesmen. I implore the Khan to send troops to Muyang City! Keep the people safe!"

Asking for others, Yan Lu's tone eased slightly.

Tianxiang Khan glanced at the generals present, took a deep look at Yan Lu, and stood proudly in the Great Hall with his hands behind his back.

"Everyone, the pain of Chief Yan Lu's loss of his son, this king feels the same way!"

"To avenge this warrior, to protect our people, send troops to Muyang City!"

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