Martial Sage

Suddenly, the preparations were finished.

In a moment, he left the table and dispersed.

Several alien generals looked at the scattered backs and looked at each other.

Mu Kun Moye and Tu Yu had mixed feelings.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the position of the khan of the Western Turks is nothing but a death in name.

Under the pressure of Tang Hao, the various races were divided and ruled, and the Khan guarded one-third of the king's court, pampering himself, but he did not have much real power.

As a guard who is used to serving people, how many have the courage to mobilize these superior generals?

The few people present are happy that such puppets are not themselves!

However, the sorrow lies in the task assigned by Tang Hao.

The imperial family of the Qing Dynasty would be left with the new Khan on the back, but the compensation for the war has become an unpredictable topic.

There should be nothing less!

This is Tang Hao's original words.

Those should be there? How much is a lot?

The new Khan looked at Master Own with a look of confusion, and asked softly.

"General, now...now, how is it good?"

Someone carried the pot on their backs, be regarded as blocking the knife for these generals, the life and death of this person became extremely important.

No one would think that this hapless guy would have lost his life early, after all, the next one is very likely to be one of these generals!

The general was silent for a moment, and said in thought.

"The most urgent task is to completely eradicate the royal court. Tianxiang Khan has many heirs, so don't be merciless."

Hearing this, Xinli's Khan swallowed hard, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, and his lips trembled and trembled.

"I...I dare not..."

With a big palm on his shoulders, Tu Yu looked at the horrified eyes of Xinli Khan, and said in thought.

"Don't panic!"

"Doing this is not only for you and me, but also for the safety of our entire tribe."

"Some things, I have to be cruel."

With a long sigh, Tu Yu slowly turned around and looked at the tiger masters and soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, a look of intolerance flashed in his eyes.

"Look at these soldiers, they are just following orders...but now...half of them are going to die."

Walking slowly down the steps, Tu Yu raised his head slightly and looked towards the clear sky.

White clouds are like catkins, floating lightly and holy on the sky.

"On Khan's road, you still have a lot to do. Since General Tang pushed you to this position, all of us generals will not sit idly by."

"Remember, throw away those thoughts of revenge, take a good rest, and work for the good of our tribe."

The burly figure moved forward slowly, and words came faintly.

"At least for now, we still have nothing to fight back..."

The words are not difficult to understand, but the guard is at a loss.

Followed by this general for more than ten years, only knowing that the general with a knife is to charge, and the general to wave a hand is to stop.

When did you know what the khan above the top should do and what should be arranged?

The pleading gaze looked at the former master, and the words he wanted to say were completely on his face.

The general's look at the guard was extremely complicated, and he couldn't tell whether it was sympathy or ecstasy.

Dao patted the restless figure with a big hand, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the sky.

"Let's go! Take you to our Jinshan tooth tent, the lower part of the back, there will be a place where you can't leave."

An army of one hundred thousand hurried out, but only twenty to thirty thousand people returned to the Jinshan tooth tent.

The queen wearing a gold crown, with 13 sons, big and small, stood at the entrance of the valley, welcoming the tribe who had returned.

A pair of profound beautiful eyes, shuttled among the crowd, looking for the most prestigious figure in the past.

After a while, I became a little nervous, looked at the serious faces, and sighed.

"Where is the profuse sweat? Where did you leave the profuse sweat?"

The immature figure walked between the horses, looking up at the strange faces, frowning suspiciously.

"This is not Daddy..."

"This is not..."

Looking at the beautiful figure covering her crying bitterly, the muscles of Tu Yu's eyes twitched, feeling a little unbearable.

When the slowly closing eyes opened again, the fierce light was revealed.

"I'm sorry!"

"For the future of the whole family, I...have no choice!"

The sharp blade stabbed into the woman's lower abdomen, red blood stains gushing out from the wound along the corner of the mouth.

Just now he pulled Tu Yu Yijiao's stern questioning voice, stopped abruptly, looked at the half-dipped scimitar incredibly, the shock in his heart had already concealed the sadness in his heart, and looked at the general in front of him incredibly.

The blood-stained lips murmured a few times, but in order to make a sound, the stiff body gradually weakened and shook.

Some of the older heirs saw their mother collapse in a pool of blood, knowing that the big event was not good, and howling with fear and stern cut through the tranquility of the entire royal tribe.

The icy eyes showed the children fleeing in panic. Tu Yuhong raised his eyes and raised the trembling new Khan beside him, and issued the first military order.

"Khan has orders!"

"Clear the royal remnants and rebuild the Golden Mountain Tooth Tent!"

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