"Since the people of the South have already issued a letter of war, do you still make your father bow down and surrender?"

Touman felt that his mind was a little twitching, and he looked at Maodun panting, really trying to strangle this rebel to death.

Mao Dun looked solemn, but a strong sense of powerlessness arose in his heart for this incompetent father.

I have said that the people of Daxia are weak and seek to survive in the cracks.

The courage of an ordinary man will only bring the tribe into a land of no return.

What are the benefits of fighting with the Qin people?

Not to mention whether you can win by fighting or not, so what if you can win?

That would also greatly damage the vitality. Will the Donghu people and Yuezhi people, who are eyeing each other, miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

If they lose, the people of Daxia will face unprecedented disasters. Even if they are not annexed by the Donghu people and the Yuezhi people, they will probably be seriously damaged and will only recover for many years.

"Father, my son is not asking you to really surrender to the Qin people, but pretending."

"The Qin people have many places worth learning from by our Daxia people. In time, Daxia people will surely grow up healthily."

"It's not too late to slaughter today's hatred again!"

"As long as my father is willing to endure temporarily, show weakness and kindness to the Qin people, and lead the Qin people's spearhead to the Donghu people and the Yuezhi people."

"When their vitality is severely damaged, it will be an excellent opportunity for the people of Daxia to unify the grassland and rush to the south."

Mao Dun's eyes revealed his burning ambitions and he advised his father with great sincerity.

"Come on, come to me."

Touman was stunned for a moment, then seemed to fall into deep thought. After a while, he smiled slightly at Maodun and waved.

Mao Dun was happy. It seemed that his father had listened to his advice?

Over the years, I have been working hard, hoping that my father can see his excellence.

How could I not compare to Pobu, the waste who only lie on a woman's belly?

"Bang..."

As soon as Maodun walked to Touman, he saw a black shadow attacking. Maodun was shocked. After seeing it clearly, infinite despair and hatred emerged in his heart.

He didn't hide, and Touman slapped him hard in the face.

A trace of blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth, but the scorching pain on his face was far less than the trauma in his heart.

Why?

"How could a heroic Daxia person have a coward like you?"

"What does it mean to compromise?"

“What is forbearance?”

"There are only Daxia people who died on the horse's back, and there are no Daxia people who kneel down to survive."

"You haven't learned other abilities in the past few years, but you have learned the conspiracies and tricks of the Southerners in a pretty good way?"

"In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy will disappear."

"If the Southern people want to fight, they will fight. The warriors of the Daxia clan will give them an indelible lesson."

"In this battle, the Southern people will definitely conceal the strong city from now on, and they will not dare to compete with the Daxia Iron Cavalry again."

Touman glared at Maodun, full of momentum.

"Yes, father."

Maodun hugged himself single, bowed and did not dare to continue talking back.

"The two messengers of the Southern people will teach you to deal with it. Don't let Father down, otherwise Father will doubt whether you can afford to be the chief of the Great Xia Wanqi."

Touman did not hide his disappointment, and his tone was sensible.

"My son understands that he will definitely not let down his father's expectations."

Maodun said respectfully, not daring to disobey at all.

"Father, father, father..."

Just then, an urgent voice rang out.

Another young man walked in with an anxious look on his face.

"Good son, what's wrong?"

Touman instantly seemed to have changed a person, no longer showing any sternness. He looked at the boy walking in with a doting look, and said with a kind smile on his face.

Maodun lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his heart felt like a huge rock that made his breathing difficult.

"Huh? Shuang, you are here too!"

When the young man saw Maodun standing there, he hurriedly stepped forward and said hello enthusiastically.

"Brother, how did you get it?"

Maodun raised his head and said with a gentle smile on his face.

"Hey! Don't mention it, those southerners are really useless. Before I practice my archery skills, all those damn southerners will die."

"I'm here to find my father, asking him for another hundred southern slaves."

The young man said lazily with contempt and disdain.

"Brother is really hardworking, I should learn more from my elder brother."

Maodun laughed dryly, and he became even more angry.

This guy must have done it on purpose if he doesn't open the pot.

Last year, I went south to fight Qiufeng and sneaked into Taiyuan. It was my own strategy, and I also led my troops to go there.

That's why my father named Captain Wanqi, but what about?

Even if you work hard, you are not as good as this waste of food, drink, and fun.

He captured a large number of slaves and asked his father for dozens of young and beautiful female slaves to reward his subordinates.

But his father refused it and only gave him fifty bitter slaves.

And what about this guy?

There is nothing to do, and there are a hundred slaves at the beginning of your mouth.

Moreover, my father responded to every request and never refused.

Envy and jealousy were boiling in Maodun's heart.

"Hey, what's wrong with the second brother's face?"

"It wasn't my father who beat me?"

"Hey! My brother has always told you that you should be respectful to your father and never disobey your father."

"Tsk tsk, my poor brother!"

"Why are you always so disobedient?"

The young man stretched out his big white hand and touched the clear fingerprints on Maodun's face, his tone full of teasing and sarcasm.

"What my brother taught me is that I remember it in my heart."

Maodun still looked full of spring breeze and said humbly.

"Remember it."

"Hahaha!"

He gently patted Maodun's face and the young man burst into laughter.

Mao Dun lowered his head humbly, his eyes flashed with a cold and cold light, his face turned red and white.

"My son practices riding and shooting hard, how can he not support him as a father?"

"I will have someone give you a hundred bitter slaves later, don't worry, my son."

Tou Man smiled, looked at the young man with a happy face and said.

"Father, Bob is not going to be a slave."

Pobu came directly behind Touman and began to loosen his shoulders and pinch his back for his father. The two looked like they were kind and filial.

"Who is my son?"

Touman was stunned and confused.

"Father, those bitter slaves are all dirty and smelly southerners, not fun at all."

Pobu is already twenty-one years old, but he has been spoiled since childhood and said in a coquettish tone.

"Okay, for my father to find out, I will give my son a hundred beautiful slaves."

Touman looked like a nouveau riche, and said very neatly.

Sour...

Too sour...

Mao Dun felt that he was jealous in his heart. Damn, they were all sons, why is the difference so big?

If you don’t like me, you, the immortal, should have shot on the wall.

"My son is leaving first, father takes care of himself."

Mao Dun felt like he was confused and his heart was as painful as a knife.

But Touman was only concerned about talking and laughing with Pobu, but just glanced at him, and then he didn't even bother to say anything, so he waved his hand.

Maodun hugged his arms with one hand again, bent down and bowed, then turned around and slowly left.

His steps were heavy, and he walked towards the gate of the big tent step by step. His eyes became colder and colder, and gradually became filled with blood...
Chapter completed!