Martial Sage

Mengshan listened with great boldness.

Now, except for the leader of Axijie, all the affairs of the clan are determined by him.

In the past, under the hand of Tianxiang Khan, he was proud of his brilliance, and the powerful tiger master leader could sit under his own account and obey his own language.

Filling up the fermented wine, Meng Shan staggered to the side of Tu Yu, holding up the wine glass, and sat down.

He clasped Tu Yu's shoulders with a slight drunkenness.

"General Tu, I'm not talking too much."

"Now Muyang City has been taken captive by the Tang army, and all your soldiers have been beaten up and down."

"Why don't you belong to our Axijie clan, we can rely on the moat to divide the world equally with the Tianxiang Khan."

Slowly put down the wine glass, exhaled the intoxicating breath, Meng Shan approached Tu Yu's ear and whispered.

"Think about it, you hold 30,000 tiger divisions in your hand, and you are brave soldiers, compared to Tianxiang Khan's fine soldiers, but it's 10% more!"

"Now the soldiers are gone, but our Axijie clan has never been short of soldiers! There are a lot of soldiers waiting to be trained by the generals and become a powerful force!"

"You and I join forces, so why can't you occupy this southeast land? How difficult will it be to become the leader of one party when the time comes?"

A layer of frost floated on Tu Yu's face, and a heart was secretly dripping blood.

Datang soldiers are still in Muyang City!

At this time, Axijie was still thinking about carve up the world of Tianxiang Khan!

He even wanted to bring himself this defeated general under his command!

Pulling away the arms lying on his body, Tu Yu slowly stood up, staring at Mengshan sitting on the seat, cupped hands said.

"I have a doubt, and I hope the deputy chief will answer it."

Mengshan was a little proud of this sudden respect and humility. This feeling of being complimented by the dazzling new stars of the past is really enjoyable.

Holding those blurred eyes, waved and laughed.

"General Tu, please tell me."

Hearing this, Tu Yu looked at the slightly blurred figure, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Wei Wei took a step forward, looked at the figure who was pouring his head up, and said every word.

"I want to know that I have sent soldiers before to urge you to increase your troops. Why didn't I see any action?"

"Where are the soldiers who added the staff?"

Hearing this questioning, Meng Shan shook slightly, then threw the wine bowl on the case table and stood up shaking while supporting the case table.

Patting Tu Yu's shoulder, he looked very relaxed and casual.

"It turns out that General Tu is still struggling with this matter!"

"Look at our Axijie clan, the leader has taken away more than 10,000 soldiers, and the rest are only old, weak, sick and disabled."

"What's more, when the soldiers were rectifying, they received the news of the fall of Muyang City!"

Squeezing Tu Yu's shoulders, Meng Shan leaned forward slightly and continued.

"Brother Tu! I can't be blamed! I can only blame the Tang army, who marched so quickly, unexpectedly!"

Listening to the excuse in his ear, Tu Yu's heart gradually became cold.

These excuses sound like something semi-normal?

With his right hand quietly leaning towards the scimitar on his waist, Tu Yu let out a cold snort, his eyes were completely cold.

Take a step forward, bully the figure in front that is unstable because of alcohol, and said in a deep voice.

"If I tell you, the Axijie clan, if they can send troops in advance, Muyang City may still be there."

"Those people in the city can still stand in the city alive, or they can withdraw from Muyang City earlier and flee to the west..."

"Do you know how many people died when the Tang army did not seal the sword for three days, the massacre in three days, and the burning in three days?"

Blurred eyes met those eyes full of killing intent, almost instantly, Mengshan's heart was shocked, and a spirit of spirit seemed to be fully awake at this moment.

Subconsciously withdrew a small step, looking at the red-eyed figure in front of him, a fright flashed in his heart.

It seemed that at this moment, the obedient rabbit became a wolf peeping at its prey.

Meng Shan stammered a bit, looking at the murderous face, exclaiming.

"You...what do you mean? You..."

The words were not finished yet, a cold blade had already plunged into his chest, and a pair of big hands covered Meng Shan's slightly opened mouth.

Tu Yu's cold words lingered in his ears.

"What are you doing?"

"It's just asking you to forgive you for the sins you committed!"

The cold blade of the scimitar pierced the ribs inch by inch, making a clear chucking sound, and the cold light shrank inch by inch.

The covered mouth wailed in pain, and the two big hands caught the big hands and pulled them vigorously, in an attempt to open a small gap, and they could also cry out for help.

However, the hand covering his lips was like a pair of iron tongs, no matter how violently dragged by the violent hands, it didn't move at all!

The horrified eyes reflected that the last inch of the Han's light fell into his chest, and the hand holding the handle of the knife slowly twisted downward.

It seemed that at this moment the external voices and physical pain were gradually moving away from me, and the light and fluttering feeling flooded into my mind.

The next moment, the struggling hands slowly dropped, Meng Shan swallowed his last breath.

Seeing the sound of falling on the desk, Tu Yu pulled out the red-soaked cold blade, wiped the blood from the knife on Meng Shan's clothes, and opened the corner of the curtain.

Seeing standing on both sides, the soldiers who didn't know what happened in the tent cried out.

"Go, invite your youngest son, Chief Mengshan has something to say!"

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