Chapter Seventy-Four: Fantasy

In the Nado's head's tent, Nadoland is drinking alone.

The curtain of the tent was opened, and a cold wind blew in, and Nadorand couldn't help but shiver.

"Báb, close the curtains!" Nadorand didn't raise his head, and shouted directly. Of the entire Nado clan, Nadobab was the only one who dared to break into his tent without reporting.

"Father! Why did you listen so easily to the nonsense of those Han people, and give them so much booty?! ”

Nadobab asked angrily.

Seeing his son questioning himself so aggressively, Nadorand was not angry, but asked: "In today's battle, how much do you think our strength is different from Broke's?" ”

"The warriors of the tribe are no worse than the Boko mongrels!"

"I'm asking about the overall strength of our clan!" Seeing that Babu was still stubborn at this time, Nadorand was suddenly a little angry, and asked in a stern tone.

"There are many mongrels in Broke's, and Boko's alone is not our opponent!"

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Nadorand picked up the whip on the table and whipped it in Babu's face!

The Báb was whipped violently, but did not give in, still staring at Nadoland with wide brass bell-like eyes.

"Idiot! How did I have such a stupid son as you?! ”

Seeing this, Nadorand suddenly became even more angry and scolded. While scolding, he also whipped the whip in his hand on Babu's body.

Babu just covered his face with his hands, and let his father whip him without dodging or dodging.

After a few whips, Nadorand suddenly sighed, threw away the whip, and sat down in his seat dejectedly.

"Babu, how many times have I told you that commanding herdsmen requires not only bravery, but also wisdom!" Looking at Babu, who had been whipped so much and still looked like he was nothing, Nadorand spoke

"Does that have anything to do with what you're doing today?" Báb asked.

"You honestly come back to me, if there are no Han people in the war today, can we win the war with the Brocades?"

Glancing at Nadoland's expression, Babu hesitated for a moment and finally replied honestly: "Can't win!" ”

"But our warriors will fight to the end!" Báb added at the end.

"Tell me, how many times can we afford this kind of failure?"

The Báb was silent, although he presented himself as reckless, he was not too stupid, and the Nado clan would be in danger of extinction at most in a war of this level, but he did not want to admit the result.

"Without the participation of those Han Chinese, the heads of our father and son might have been made into wine glasses today, and they would have become the collection of the old bastards of Boko Bat!" Speaking of Bokobat, Nadoland said through gritted teeth.

"But those people are Han!" Again, Báb retorted.

"Han people, what's wrong with Han people? Whoever can save our Nado clan is our friend, not to mention the Han people, even the devil! ”

Glancing at the angry Báb, Nadoland continued: "Do you want the Boko mongrel to bleed, or do you want our Nado, our father and son to bleed? ”

When Babu heard this, he was immediately silent, a very real problem was in front of him, colluding with Shang Ji Naduo had a chance to survive, and if he insisted on Xianbei righteousness, the entire tribe would disappear, and his father and son would definitely lose their lives.

"Rein in your claws and be respectful in front of our guests, now is the moment when we need them, I don't want you to make any mess!"

After a moment of silence, Nadorand said: "Wait, wait, kid, when we get through the crisis, when the struggle in Dragon City subsides, and when a new Xianbei Lord is successfully born, we will surely go south again to plunder." When the time comes, the men of the Han land will kill you and the women will play with you, and you will do whatever you want, but now you must hide your heart. Remember, the most ferocious hungry wolves will also hide their blood-eating desires when they are weak. ”

Hearing this, Babu nodded, his eyes showing a fierce light, "I listen to you, but when you go south to fight in the Grass Valley, you must hand over the fiercest warriors of the clan to me to command." ”

"Of course, my child, you know, you will inherit all that I have, my herdsmen, my position, my pastures, my warriors, these will be yours."

Early the next morning, Nadorand went to visit Shang Ji again.

"My dear friend, did you sleep well last night?"

"Oh, thank you for your care, I had a wonderful night." The two hugged each other hypocritically, seemingly warmly polite.

"Oh, dear Brother Gao Xiang, why do I think you have fewer people? Also, where did the hundreds of warhorses you got yesterday go? Could it be that some daring thief stole my friend's things?!! ”

"Honorable leader, you are mistaken, how can there be thieves in the passionate steppe? Those war horses were taken away, along with some soldiers, you know, I used to be an officer under the emperor of the Han Dynasty, so there is still a bit of a way, there are too many of these war horses, and I can't use them up, so I can only let them help me sell them. ”

"I see!" Nadorand feigned surprise.

"By the way, I wonder when those warriors who left temporarily will come back?" Pretending to be nonchalant, Nadorand asked.

"What, Chief, have there been any 'horse bandits' who have been harassing the clan recently?" Shang Ji asked.

"No, no, I'll just ask, just ask." Nadoland categorically vetoed.

"In this way, Touren, I have some friends who were also oppressed by the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and they all want to come to take refuge in the grassland, I don't know if the Touren will accept it?" Shang Ji said lightly.

Nadorand's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but on the surface, he pretended to be indifferent, and asked lightly, "Oh? There are still some Han friends who want to come to the grassland? What are your friends? How many people are there? ”

"Don't worry, the leaders are all first-class warriors, as for the number......"

Shang Ji deliberately paused, and when he saw that Nadoland's ears were about to stand up, he was amused in his heart, and continued quietly on the surface: "The number depends on the situation, you know, there are many people in the Han Dynasty, and tens of millions of warriors are oppressed by the cruel and greedy emperor of the Han Dynasty, they all want to get rid of the evil emperor, but they are not sure if the grassland is a good place to go." ”

Shang Ji looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and there was something in his words.

Hearing that there were tens of millions of warriors in the tracks, Nadoland's heart jumped wildly, if these warriors all took refuge in him, let alone a small tribal handsome, even the position of the Xianbei Alliance was in his pocket.

Despite the fact that Nadorand was not an idiot after all, this unrealistic illusion appeared for a moment, and then it was extinguished by himself.

Tens of millions of warriors dare not think about it, but thousands of warriors can always imagine it! If there are really thousands of elite people like the Black Armor Xuanqi, who else will be the handsome man in the Jie Drum Department?