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Chapter 359: Surrender or resist?

The grassland looks particularly beautiful when you look green, and the green that is beyond the edge makes you feel refreshed. However, three miles west of the Hedahebu camp in Khitan, the neat twenty square formations add a bit of solemnity to the grassland. Black armor and red cloaks are the iconic outfits of the Turkic wolf cavalry. It seems that these two 10,000 teams are no different from ordinary wolf cavalry, but if you observe carefully, you will find that they are not wearing the Turkic wolf flag representing noble blood.

It is not difficult to let the grassland people change the person they are loyal to, but it is difficult to change their faith. The flags held by these two 10,000 teams are not wolf-headed banners, but Li Xian knew that it would be impossible to let them not believe in the wolf god. Therefore, their flags still retain the wolf pattern, just to distinguish the other Turkic teams, the hideous wolf head on the wolf flag was changed to a flying wolf with wings.

On the flying wolf, there is also a very representative black knife.

This is the new flag named by Li Xian as the Turks of the Feilang tribe, and he was respected by his tribes as the Black Khan.

Directly opposite the two 10,000 teams of the Flying Wolf Army were thousands of cavalry from He Dahe, the Khitan troops. Whether in terms of equipment or morale, they could not compare with the murderous Flying Wolf Cavalry on the opposite side.

Mo Hui stopped in front of the Khitan cavalry with an extremely ugly expression. He looked at the neatly lined up opposite him and felt unable to calm down. He sent Mo Sida to negotiate with the Turks before, but the Turks ignored it at all. When Mo Sida returned to the Khitan camp, he did not bring back any good news, but he found out the reason for Lang Changhong's death.

"How could he be so impulsive?"

Mo Hui muttered annoyedly, then looked back at the direction of the tribe. Her wife Chen Wanrong fainted at the moment when she saw Dalang Changhong's body, which made Mo Hui feel a strange feeling. Dalang Changhong was his most capable stop. When he wandered to the Khitan tribe, he was kindly invited to stay. After so many years, Dalang Changhong helped Mo Hui do a lot of things and made a lot of contributions. But even so, Chen Wanrong's reaction seemed too unusual.

You should know that Chen Wanrong is not a little woman who is scared to panic when she sees blood. She has been following Mohui for many years. She has seen too many dead people, and even the two palms of the people she killed with her own hands can't count them. How could a woman who has adapted to the battlefield and be used to seeing life and death, fainted by a cold and blue corpse?

But Mohui had no mood and no time to think about this matter carefully at this moment. He didn't even have time to think about whether his wife had woken up. What he had to face now was not an ordinary war, but a matter of the life and death of the tribe.

Mo Sida was also surprised and angry. He replied that Lang Changhong was going to spy on the military situation of the Turkic people, so how could he dare to assassinate the commander of the Turkic army rashly? Although Mo Sida did not inquire who the Turkic general was who led the troops this time, he knew that with the Turkic people's personality, they would never give up revenge easily, not to mention that the Turkic people originally planned to destroy the Khitan.

This is equivalent to that Lang Changhong gave the Turks an excuse to send troops immediately.

"Lang Changhong has always been steady. I don't think he would do such an impulsive thing, right?"

After thinking for a long time, Mo Sida still felt a little unbelievable that Lang Changhong would take the initiative to assassinate the Turkic commander: "Can he be discovered when he sneaked into the Turkic camp, and then besieged and killed by the Turkic people. The Turkic people used this as an excuse to attack us?"

"Siege?"

Mo Hui said annoyedly: "Didn't you see the body of Dalang Changhong? He only has a fatal injury on his body!"

When he recalled the wound on Dalang Changhong's neck, a fear began to spread in his heart: "Dalang Changhong is the number one warrior in our He Da and He tribe, and it can even be said to be the number one warrior in our eight Khitan tribes, but he was pierced through his throat and had no other wounds on his body. Mosda, can't you guess what this means?"

"mean"

Mosda sighed and said, "This time the general who led the Turkic Wolf Cavalry is a real warrior."

"Soldiers, brave generals"

Mo Hui sighed: "This time, maybe our He Da and He tribe will really suffer a catastrophe."

"I'll go again!"

Mosda gritted his teeth and said, "I will see the Turkic Marshal anyway. As long as I can prevent the war from coming to our tribe, even if I let me crawl at his feet, I will have no complaints."

"No!"

Mo Hui waved his hand and said in a desolate tone: "I am the leader of the tribe. This time, I will go by myself!"

To Mohui's expectations, he only brought one servant to the Turkish military formation and did not suffer any difficulties. When he expressed his desire to see the leading marshal, Ye Hu, a team of ten thousand people named Kochaqin, told him that this time he was leading the tribe, not a marshal, but the great black sword Khan.

Because Mohui came in person, Kechaqin did not hide anything anymore.

Black Khan?

Mohui had never heard of this name, so his first reaction was that a rebellion occurred in the Turkic royal court, which was a tribe that turned out to the royal court. He no longer respected Shibi Khan's orders, that is, it was a rebel. But when Mohui realized this, he not only did not relax, but instead became even more worried. The Turkic royal court would also talk about some truths so that he would not do too much. However, a rebel could not figure it out according to common sense. In order to seize a piece of plump pasture, killing a tribe seemed nothing to the rebels.

"The great black knife Khan is kind. Although your tribal warrior sneaked into Khan's tent, Khan knew that it was not necessarily your instructive, and with Khan's martial arts, killing an assassin is as easy as pulling out a weed. But Khan is angry because you have not been here to explain. Do you think sending a small character Khan can forgive your crime?"

Kochaqin curled his lips and said, "I can tell you the truth. Khan's order is that if you have not come to apologize in person when the sun rises to the highest point, then I will lead the invincible wolf cavalry to level your tribe."

Mo Hui felt relieved when he heard this sentence, knowing that things were not yet irreversible.

He quickly said humbly and sincerely: "Ye Hu, I am here to apologize. Please help me say a few good things to the Black Khan. My tribe and I will be grateful for your kindness."

"Good words?"

Kechaqin sneered, "Save good things to say for yourself. All I have to do now is to wait for the sun to rise to the highest point. I like war because every war will bring us countless cattle, sheep, and slaves. We are heading east and have destroyed more than a dozen tribes. I like to speak with a scimitar."

"Ye Hu"

Mohui asked, "Then please take me to see Khan."

"Go yourself, have you seen the tallest flag? The black knife Khan is there. I wish you to impress the Khan before the sun rises to the highest point, because my scimitar can't wait to kill people. Good luck, Ajin, although I don't like you, nor your tribe."

Kechaqin sneered coldly, then turned around and left.

Mo Hui looked at the largest flag flying on the high slope and took a deep breath. He did not ride a horse, but walked over with his entourage. While walking, Mo Hui prayed in his heart, hoping to resolve the tribal crisis. He did not ride a horse, not because he was not in a hurry, but because he knew that he wanted to show humility, because at this time, he was a weak man.

On the grassland, the weak are not qualified to ride on the horse with their heads raised.

There is a recliner in front of the big flag on the high slope. On the left side of the recliner, there is a large repaired black umbrella. It has to be said that Ye Huaixue's ability is indeed amazing. The black umbrella blocks the sunlight. In the shadow of the black umbrella, you will not feel the dazzling sunlight, so the person who is lying comfortably on the recliner seems to be asleep, and he sleeps very sweetly.

Beside him, there was a beautiful girl with a graceful figure and a beautiful face. One was carrying a big iron spear, and the other was holding a long and narrow wooden box in his arms.

Sleeping on the recliner was a handsome and handsome boy who looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

On the grass to his right hand, there was a black knife without sheaths.

When he saw the black knife, Mo Hui's heart suddenly jumped for some reason. He seemed to feel that the cold and cold breath on the black knife was very familiar, but he had never seen it before. He slowly walked to the recliner not far from the recliner, then put his right hand on his heart and knelt down on one knee, and said in a sincere tone: "Khitan Mo Hui, pay homage to Khan!"

The handsome boy ignored him, but closed his eyes and turned his head slightly to the girl beside him and said, "Why, has the sun not risen to the highest point yet?"

The girl nodded and said, "So this person is still alive."

Han people!

Mo Hui's heart suddenly exploded like a turbulent sea. He stood up and took a few steps back, looking at the handsome boy incredibly, then raised his head to look at the flying flag. It seemed that he felt his fear and anxiety. The boy slowly sat up on the recliner, yawned, and slowly opened his eyes to Mo Hui.

"Are you a Han? How can Han people become Khan on the grassland?"

Mo Hui's face became even more ugly. He almost subconsciously asked this sentence. But after he said this, he regretted it because he suddenly realized that whether it was Han or Turkic people, the one in front of him was a strong man, a strong man who could control the life and death of tens of thousands of people in his tribe. He was a Han man, but he commanded a Turkic tribe! This was already very telling. Mo Hui regretted that he had asked such a stupid thing.

"Do you know why I'm waiting for you? Do you know why I chose you as my collaborator?"

Li Xian looked at Mo Hui and smiled, and said in a gentle tone: "It's not because you are strong, nor is it that you have anything that makes me admire you, it's just because I don't want Qingqing to be too sad. I can't really kill all her relatives, otherwise she will be sad."

"Who are you!"

Mo Hui asked in horror: "What's wrong with Qingqing?"

Li Xian shook his head slowly and said seriously: "Qingqing is very good, so you are qualified to stand in front of me and speak. Even if you sent Lang Changhong to assassinate me, I will still give you time to explain."

Mohui opened his mouth and was stopped by Li Xian before he could say anything: "You don't have much time anymore. Now you have to make a choice whether to surrender or resist."

"Of course, because of Qingqing, if you choose to resist, I will not kill you, and your wife Chen Wanrong, but I will kill all your tribe members. Because Qingqing, I have made the greatest concessions. Mohui, now you will tell me your choice, surrender, or resist?"
Chapter completed!