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Chapter 360: Surrender or Resistance?

Looking at the green grassland from afar, it looks particularly beautiful, and the green that can't be seen at a glance is refreshing. It's just that three miles west of the Khitan He Dahe camp, the neat twenty phalanxes have made this grassland a little more solemn. Black armor, red cloak, this is the iconic outfit of the Turkic wolf rider, it seems that these two 10,000 people are no different from ordinary wolf riders, but if you look closely, you will find that they are not wearing the Turkic wolf flag that represents noble blood.

It is not difficult to get the steppe people to change their allegiance, but it is very difficult to convert them. The banner of these two 10,000 people is not a wolf's head, but Li Xian knows that it is impossible if they don't believe in the wolf god. Therefore, their banner still retains the wolf pattern, but in order to distinguish the other Turkic teams, the hideous wolf head on the original wolf flag has been changed to a flying wolf with wings.

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

This is the new banner that Li Xian named the Turks of the Flying Wolf Tribe, and he is respected by the people as the Black Knife Khan.

Directly opposite the two 10,000 troops of the Flying Wolf Army were the thousands of cavalry of the Khitan He Dahe Division, whether it was equipment or morale, they could not compare with the murderous Flying Wolf cavalry opposite.

Mo Hui stopped in front of the Khitan cavalry with an extremely ugly face, and he looked at the neat queue of people and horses opposite, and the tide was rolling in his heart, and it was difficult to calm down. He had sent Mostar to negotiate with the Turks, but the Turks ignored them. When Mo Sida returned to the Khitan camp, he didn't bring back a piece of good news, but found out the reason for the death of Lang Changhong.

"How could he be so impulsive?"

Mohui muttered in annoyance, then glanced back in the direction of the tribe. Her wife, Chen Wanrong, fainted the moment she saw the corpse of Lang Changhong, which made a strange emotion emerge in Mo Hui's heart. A: Lang Changhong was his most powerful stopper, and was warmly invited by him to stay when he wandered to the Khitan tribe. After so many years, Lang Changhong has done a lot of things to help the Mohui and made a lot of contributions. But even so, Chen Wanrong's reaction seemed too unusual.

You must know that Chen Wanrong is not a panicked little woman who sees blood and will be frightened when she sees some small animals. She has been fighting with the Mokai all these years, and she has seen too many dead people, and even the people she killed with her own hands can't be counted in the palm of her two hands. How could a woman who had adapted to the battlefield and was accustomed to seeing life and death faint with fright from a cold, hard, blue corpse?

But Mohui was in no mood or time to think about it in detail at this time, and he didn't even have time to think about whether his wife had woken up. What he needs to face now is not an ordinary war, but a matter of life and death for the clan.

Mo Sida was also surprised and angry, answering Lang Changhong to spy on the military situation of the Turks, how could he dare to recklessly assassinate the commander of the Turkic army? Although Mo Sida did not find out who the Turkic generals who came to lead the troops this time, he knew that with the character of the Turks, they would never give up revenge easily for this kind of provocative behavior, not to mention that this time the Turks originally planned to exterminate the Khitans.

This is equivalent to giving the Turks an excuse to send troops immediately.

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

After thinking about it for a long time, Mo Sida still didn't believe that Lang Changhong would take the initiative to assassinate the Turkic commander: "Could it be that he was discovered when he infiltrated the Turkic camp, and then was besieged and killed by the Turks, and the Turks used this as an excuse to attack us?" ”

"Siege?"

Mo Hui was annoyed: "Didn't you see the corpse of Lang Changhong?" He had only one fatal wound on his body! ”

He recalled the wound on the neck of Lang Changhong, and a fear began to spread in his heart: "Lang Changhong is the number one warrior of our He Da He Division, and it can even be said that he is the number one warrior of our Khitan Eight Division, but he was pierced in the throat, and there are no other wounds on his body, Mo Sida, can't you guess what this means?" ”

"Means ......"

Mo Sida sighed and said, "The general who led the Turkic wolf cavalry this time is a real warrior. ”

"Soldiers, brave ......"

Mo Hui sighed: "This time, maybe we are really going to suffer a catastrophe." ”

"I'll go again!"

Mo Sida gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what, I want to see that Turkic marshal, as long as I can prevent the war from befalling our tribe, even if I am made to prostrate at his feet, I have no complaints." ”

"No!"

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

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Contrary to Mohui's expectations, he only brought one servant to the Turkic army and was not troubled, and when he indicated that he wanted to see the leading marshal, Ye Hu, a troop of 10,000 people named Kechaqin, told him that this time it was not a marshal who led the tribe, but the great Black Sword Khan.

Because the Mo Club came in person, Ke Chaqin didn't hide anything more.

Black Knife Khan?

The Mohui had never heard of this name, so his first reaction was that there was a rebellion in the Turkic royal court, and this was a tribe that rebelled against the royal court. No longer obey the orders of Shibi Khan, that is, this is a rebel army. But when Mokai realized this, instead of being relaxed, he became even more worried. The Turkic royal court will also explain some reasoning, so as not to do things too much. But a rebel army can't figure it out according to common sense, and the slaughter of a tribe in order to grab a fertile pasture seems to be nothing to the rebels.

"The Great Black Knife Khan is merciful, and although your tribal warriors have infiltrated the Khan's tent, the Khan knows that it is not necessarily your order, and that, with the Khan's martial arts, killing an assassin is as easy as pulling down a weed. But Khan is furious because you have not come to explain. Do you think that sending a little man, Khan, will be able to forgive you for your crimes? ”

Ke Chaqin pursed his lips and said, "I can tell you the truth, the Khan's order is that if you have not personally come to confess when the sun rises to the highest place, then I will lead the invincible wolf riders to raze your tribe to the ground." ”

Hearing this, Mo Hui softened his heart, knowing that things had not yet reached the point of no return.

He hurriedly said humbly and sincerely: "Ye Hu, I am here to ask for sin, please help me say a few good words in front of the Black Knife Khan, and my clan and I will be grateful for your kindness." ”

"Good words?"

Ke Chaqin sneered: "Leave the good things to you, all I have to do now is to wait for the sun to rise to the top." I love war, because every war brings us countless cattle and sheep, as well as slaves. We've come all the way east, we've wiped out more than a dozen tribes, and I like to talk with a scimitar. ”

"Leaf Protector ......"

Mohui pleaded, "Then please take me to the Khan." ”

"Go yourself, do you see the highest banner, the Black Knife Khan is there, I bless you to impress the Khan before the sun rises to the highest, for my scimitar can't wait to kill. Good luck with you, though I don't like you and I don't like your clan. ”

Ke Chaqin sneered, then turned to leave.

Mo Hui looked at the largest flag fluttering on the high slope, took a deep breath, and instead of riding a horse, he walked over on foot with his retinue. As he walked, he prayed in his heart, hoping to resolve the tribal crisis. He doesn't ride a horse, not because he's not in a hurry, but because he knows he has to be humble enough, because at this time, he's a weakling.

On the grassland, the weak are not qualified to gallop with their heads held high.

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In front of the big flag on the high slope, there is a reclining chair, and on the left side of the recliner, there is a big black umbrella that has been repaired. The black umbrella blocks the sunlight, and the dazzle of the sun is not felt in the shadow of the black umbrella, so the person who lies comfortably on the recliner seems to be asleep, and it sleeps very sweetly.

To his left and right, stood a young girl with a graceful figure and a beautiful face. One carried a large iron spear on his back, and the other carried a narrow wooden box in his arms.

Sleeping on the chaise longue was a handsome and delicate young man, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old.

On the grass to his right, there was an unsheathed black knife.

When he saw the black knife, Mo Hui didn't know why his heart jumped violently. He seemed to feel that the cold aura on the black knife was familiar, but he had obviously never seen it. He walked slowly to the chaise longue not far away, then put his right hand on his heart, knelt down on one knee, and said in a sincere tone: "Khitan Mohui, meet the Khan!" ”

The handsome young man ignored him, but closed his eyes and turned his head slightly to ask the girl beside him, "Why, hasn't the sun risen to the highest place?" ”

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

Han!

Mo Hui's heart suddenly exploded, he stood up and took a few steps back, looked at the handsome young man in disbelief, and then raised his head to look at the fluttering flag. As if sensing his panic, the boy slowly sat up on the recliner, yawned, and slowly opened his eyes to look at the club.

"Are you Han? How can a Han become a khan on the steppe? ”

Mo's face became even more ugly, and he almost subconsciously asked this sentence. But after he said this, he regretted it, because he suddenly understood that whether it was a Han or a Turkic, there was a strong man in front of him at this time. A strong man who can influence the life and death of tens of thousands of people in his tribe. He's a Han Chinese, but he's in command of a Turkic tribe! This is already very revealing, and Mokai regrets that he would ask such a stupid question.

"Do you know why I'm waiting for you to come? Know why I chose you as a collaborator? ”

Li Xian looked at Mo Hui and smiled, and said softly: "It's not because you're strong, it's not that you have anything that impresses me, it's just because I don't want Qingqing to be too sad, I can't really kill all her relatives, in that case she will be sad." ”

"Who are you!"

Mo Hui asked in horror, "What happened to Qingqing?!" ”

Li Xian slowly shook his head 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 still gave you time to explain. ”

Mo Hui opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he was stopped by Li Xian: "You don't have much time, now you have to make a choice, whether to surrender or resist." ”

"Of course, because of Qingqing, if you choose to resist, I won't kill you, and your wife Chen Wanrong, but I will kill all your people. Because of Qingqing, I have made the biggest concession. Now, tell me your choice, surrender, or resist? ”