Mu'er called out and saw that Celie Boyan was hesitant, so he spoke again to persuade:

"Great Khan, our army's strength has expanded too rapidly in the past few months. There may be spies from Yan Rong sneaking into the army. We must guard against it.

If someone betrays the location of our camp and the Yan army attacks, how will our army respond?"

After saying this, Mu'erhu glanced at the savage-faced general who had just spoken, as if he meant something.

This man's name is Peng Dahan, and he is the typical military commander Mu'er calls him who has recently taken refuge.

Because he brought three thousand cavalry with him when he came, he was quite powerful and fought very bravely, so Peng Dahan was entrusted with important tasks by Tserebyan and became one of the few non-Bahrain military generals with real power in the tent.

This Peng Dahan was obviously a bad-tempered guy. As soon as Murhu finished speaking, Peng Dahan started to attack:

"boom!"

"Asshole, tell me clearly who is the traitor and who is the spy?

They are all men who spit and nail each other, don't play these shameful tricks! What kind of guy is he who pokes at you secretly?"

Mu'erhu didn't bother to argue with him, so she just replied with a cold face:

"I didn't tell you."

"Fart! Weren't you mocking me with what you just said?"

Peng Dahan spitted and even raised his sleeves, revealing a very eye-catching scar, and cursed:

"Open your eyes and take a look. This is what I left behind during the battle with Yan Jun two months ago. I almost lost this arm.

I am a spy? I think you are!"

Mu'erhu's anger was also aroused, and she yelled: "I didn't say anything about you, what are you yelling about here! Scars? No one here has less scars than you.

Shut up!"

The two people were blushing and arguing, causing the big tent to become a mess. In fact, these two people usually don't deal with each other very much, but today they suddenly broke out.

As they talked, the two of them rolled up their sleeves, ready to go full martial arts if they disagreed.

Seeing that something was not going well, the surrounding generals hurriedly stepped forward in twos and threes to grab the two of them and acted as peacemakers.

"Okay! What's the fuss about?"

Celie Boyan, who was sitting in command, finally gave a cold shout, and the whole tent quickly became quiet. Even the two people who were quarreling shut their mouths. It was obvious that the great Khan's prestige was still quite high.

Celie Boyan said coldly: "No matter what the quarrel is, it's all our own people. If it's something big, we'll quarrel!"

How dignified it is!"

In fact, Celie Boyan knew in his heart that this Peng Dahan was indeed not a spy, but they just disliked each other.

Celie Boyan said in a deep voice:

"Our task now is to unite with the outside world and attack the Yan army!

If anyone disrupts the morale of the army again, I will not let him off lightly!"

Mu'erhu and Pengdahan looked at each other and had no choice but to sit back. Celie Boyan's methods were ruthless. If he was really ruthless, he might be able to operate on their heads.

Celie Boyan said in a deep voice:

"Let me think again about the relocation of the camp. All generals will return to camp, reorganize their troops and horses, and send more rangers to investigate the surroundings. There must be no mistakes!"

"As you command!"

A group of generals filed out, and the tent became empty in the blink of an eye. Celie Boyan rubbed his brows quite tiredly.

He didn't even have a word to ask him to fight, but how to manage the hearts and minds of many subordinates was really not something he was good at.

After resting for a while, Celie Boyan stood up, lifted the curtain and walked into the back tent. It was said to be the back tent, but in fact it was only covered by a curtain from the front.

Zhuge Muddle-headed, who was advising Celie Boyan behind the scenes, was sitting here. At this moment, Zhuge Muddle-headed seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed. The pseudonym he always used here at Celie Boyan was Monk Zhiling.

Although Zhuge Tutu has not appeared in front of others for so long, many generals in the military tent are aware of the existence of such a mysterious figure.

On the surface, Celie Boyan is the Great Khan, but all the strategies come from this person.

"gentlemen."

Celie Boyan called as softly as possible: "Did you hear what was said outside just now?"

Celie Boyan was very respectful towards Zhuge Muddle-headed. He knew very well that without Zhuge Muddle-headed, his Bahrain clan would never be where it is today.

It is rare that this murderous Khan has such a polite and virtuous corporal attitude.

"Um."

Zhuge opened his eyes in confusion, walked to the map nearby, and unhurriedly marked the locations where the Yan army had been mentioned by the generals just now.

These positions were exactly the same as those they had just discussed outside the tent.

Just such a simple little action made Celie Boyan admire him very much. This memory is really amazing.

Celie Boyan asked again:

"Sir, do you think Yan Jun did this intentionally or unintentionally?"

Zhuge looked at the map confusedly and said calmly:

"Judging from the distribution of the Yan army's troops, they must not have determined the location of our main camp, otherwise the large groups of soldiers and horses from the rear would set off immediately and outflank us from the east and west wings.

Now, at best, this Yan army in the northeast seems to have discovered our location and plans to come over to investigate."

"Huh, that's good."

Celie Boyan believed Zhuge's foolish words. In this case, he had nothing to fear. The Yan army in the northeast totaled less than 10,000, so he was not afraid.

As long as they are not surrounded by the Yan army, the Bahrain soldiers and horses can escape intact.

Zhuge smiled confusedly:

"If the general is interested, he can gather his troops to kill this group of Yan troops. From now on, the five Yan and Rong tribes will have to go around when they see the Great Khan."

Celie Boyan laughed ferociously:

"Sir, what you said makes sense, I will make arrangements right away!"

Hiding around in the grassland is really not Tserebyan's style. Hearing that he now has the opportunity to wipe out the main force of the Yan army, Tserebyan became energetic.

Celie Boyan strode out with murderous aura all over his body.

The great khan of the Bahrain tribe was warlike by nature, and only killing could arouse his interest.

After Celie Boyan left, Jiang He, dressed in a gray gown, walked in with tea.

This youngest white horse Yi Cong has been following Zhuge Mumu in disguise as a servant. He has been protecting Zhuge Mumu's safety for a year, and his temperament has become much calmer.

Because of his young age and green face, Celie Boyan never paid attention to this guy and only regarded him as a personal attendant. He never dreamed that this servant had good kung fu.

"Sir, the tea is here."

Jiang He gently put the tea on the table. After all, he had worked as a waiter before, so he was very comfortable doing this job.

"Little river~"

Zhuge Tumu said softly: "Tell everyone, pack your bags."

"Packing your bags?"

Jiang He was stunned, and the hand that poured the tea couldn't help but tremble.

He and dozens of white horse Yi Cong have been following the Bahraini tribe, so how can they pack their bags so well?

Zhuge muttered confusedly:

"The situation in the grassland has been decided, and the poor monk has no way to make a comeback.
Chapter completed!