A loud bang from Huanglong City completely caused the situation in the Liaodong wasteland to become in chaos.

Wanyan beat him to death!

Although Huanglong City is called a city, it is actually just a settlement of the Wanyan clan. The wall made of stone about two meters high encircles the entire tribe's living area. In the eyes of the people of the Central Plains, it is too forced to call it a city.

Although it is simple, he is actually the center of power on the Liaodong wasteland.

Every three years, each tribe will gather together to elect the leader of the alliance. Over the years, this kind of election has actually become a formality, because the strength of the Wanyan clan is far superior to other tribes. When everyone comes here, it is just a matter of going through the situation.

For those powerful tribes, it is naturally very painful to lick the butt of the Wanyan clan in Huanglong City, but they dare not come, because Wanyan Aguda has turned all the tribes that dared to challenge his majesty into part of the Wanyan clan over the years. But for those small tribes, such days are not important, so it is a grand festival. So they always come with their clans. It is pitiful to say that they are known as the entire clan, but some tribes are only about a hundred people. The smallest tribe has less than twenty people left. In other words, there is still the name of a tribe and a flag representing the tribe.

Although they were small, they still had a strong vote in such elections. Wanyan Aguda was excellent for these small tribes, because the votes in their hands also represented Wanyan Aguda's dignity and legitimate meaning.

So these small tribes come with nothing at every time and then return with a full load. They bring back supplies that can help them survive the severe winter and continue the tribe's hope.

Outside Huanglong City, there are camps full of camps, and flags with different decorations float on the camp. For such gatherings, small tribes come to fight the autumn wind and get enough benefits from the leader, while the central and large tribes will bring their most elite soldiers with them.

Such a gathering is naturally an opportunity for the Wanyan tribe to show its muscles and use its strong force to shock some ill-behaved people. The central tribe is worried that the Wanyan tribe will be detrimental to them, so they will naturally make some preparations.

For the Liaodong Wasteland, if everything goes well, then they will spend another three years of peaceful life, but if something goes wrong, it will be a war of endless blood and fire, which will only be completely defeated and annexed.

On the wasteland, there is no such thing as surrender, either surrender or challenge. The loser will lose his tribal name, flag, surname, and completely become a part of the other party.

Over the years, the strength of the Wanyan tribe has become increasingly superior to other tribes. Qi's support for them has caused the large tribe that had the opportunity to challenge the Wanyan tribe, and has completely lost confidence in overthrowing Wanyan Aguda. No one thinks that something will happen at this tribe conference this year. It's just a formality, then sit together and drink a few glasses of wine, and finally bring the rewards given by the tribe leader to each family and find his mother.

But this conference, which everyone thought there would be no problem, had the biggest problem.

All the previous links were successfully completed. Wanyan Aguda, who was re-elected as the leader of the league, climbed up to the platform with confidence and was making a passionate speech when an accident happened.

The loud explosion rolled Wanyan Aguda, who was confident that he would lead the Female Tribe to a happy and healthy life just like a piece of paper. Qin Li, who was sitting at the front of the platform, saw the tragic scene of Wanyan Aguda's majestic body being torn apart from the gap between the guards' bodies.

With this explosion, the entire Liaodong wasteland was destined to fall into a great crisis and chaos.

Because the leaders of the Central Tribe were all sitting in the front of the platform, they were also dead and injured in the explosion. After this sound, many troops on the wasteland immediately lost their leader.

Qin Li once tried to control the situation as soon as possible. Although Wanyan Aguda was dead, the strength of the Wanyan tribe is still the best in the entire female tribe. As long as the elders of the Wanyan tribe work together and the strength of the Qi people, it is no problem to stabilize the situation. But Qin Li really admired Zhihui of the elders of the Wanyan tribe. After all, it is too rare for natural leaders like Wanyan Aguda to combine courage and political wisdom on this wasteland.

The elders of the Wanyan tribe actually started to have internal conflicts first.

When a powerful leader is alive, he can completely rely on his prestige and ability to suppress all the problems and contradictions in the tribe. No one dares to challenge his authority. He can decide anywhere, but this does not mean that the problem has been solved. Sometimes, it is just that the beam is higher and higher, and the hatred is buried deeper and deeper. When this flower of hatred is opened after encountering the right opportunity, it will naturally be extremely charming once it blooms.

This is the problem of the Wanyan tribe.

Over the years, Wanyan Aguda has annexed many tribes. These tribes naturally have a low status in the Wanyan tribe. They are usually oppressed by Wanyan tribe. Now, the opportunity is given by God, so they naturally want to jump out and restore the ancestor's surname and tribe.

As for the Wanyan direct lineage, at this time, I thought about how I could become the leader of the entire tribe, the leader of the Wanyan clan, and naturally became the master of the Liaodong wasteland.

No one obeyed each other, and each one was powerful, so when Wanyan Aguda's chunks of corpses were still in the coffin and were not buried, the inside of Wanyan's clan actually started to fight.

Huanglong City is in chaos.

The small tribes that came to ask for food were a little more miserable at this time. Without the suppression of the Wanyan clan, the central tribes that led their troops immediately showed their fangs, either merged with the large tribe or were destroyed.

Seeing that the situation on the wasteland was already in chaos, Qin Li, who had been lucky enough to save his life, immediately brought his people with him and returned to the base of the Qi army. He didn't care about the number of people he killed. He was just worried about the fierce turbulent oil factory built by Qi State in the wasteland.

After these women's eyes were red, would they covet the supplies of this base? This is something that no one can tell. These barbarians have no idea how powerful Qi State is. In their minds, it would be better to be able to beat the people in front of them. If the enemy takes revenge, they can do it, and run away if they can't.

There are three thousand Qi troops stationed in the base, and the others are technicians. On the huge wasteland, facing the barbarian female Naomen, this little force is really not enough. Because these three thousand people not only protect the base, they are also responsible for escorting the turbulent oil produced here to Yanji.

Under normal circumstances, there are only one thousand people left behind in the base. Half of the remaining two thousand people are escorting new products to Yanji, while the other thousand are returning from Yanji.

In addition to strengthening vigilance and sending messengers to Yanji to inquire and demanding that Yanji County Magistrate immediately send troops to the wasteland to stabilize the situation, Qin Li could do nothing but wait and see silently.

Qin Li, who woke up from the shock, smelled a strong conspiracy from this incident. Such assassination and subversive methods were definitely not something that women who could think of, except for their old opponents and the Guoan of Ming Dynasty, Qin Li couldn't think of anyone else with that ability.

He suddenly became upset! After coming to the wasteland, he applied all his energy to the production of hot tinder oil, and actually ignored the Ming people's covetousness and destruction of this place. He was too careless and thought that Wanyan Aguda could completely control the situation on the wasteland, and Wanyan Aguda and the Ming people would not have any possibility of compromise.

Now it seems that the Ming people have taken action long ago. Now the power in his hands is not enough to intimidate the Liaodong tribes. He can only watch silently and find the guy supported by the Ming Kingdom. Then, when the idiots in the Wanyan tribe finally came back, they can take action.

Temuer is now the happiest person on the entire wasteland. Everything is being implemented smoothly according to his plan. Of course, the Ming people who are hiding in his military camp now do not think so. All the plans are designed by this group of people from the Ming Guoan.

Timuer, who had been prepared for a long time, naturally would not have any major events in this explosion. Of course, at the scene, he still made himself bloody and escaped back to his camp under the escort of his personal guards.

Next, naturally, I would sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight. I would first let the elders of the Wanyan tribe fight to the death, and then give them a fatal blow.

Sitting in Wanyan Aguda's position, but Temuer thought about it day and night, seeing that such an opportunity was already in front of her, how could she not be happy?

"Clan leader, now the major tribes are watching and are still annexing small tribes. It's time for us to take action." A general was excited and eager to try. At this time, it was a good opportunity to strengthen the tribe.

"No, the leader of the Timuer, at this time, you should not try to annex them, but provide protection for these small tribes." A man sitting beside the little tribes, who was wearing the clothes of a female Naomi, who was obviously not a female Naomi, spoke up against: "At this time, what the leader wants to show must be in line with the mind of a future master of the wasteland. I want to believe that these small tribes that have been protected by you will be your strongest supporters in the future, and your broad mind will be sung by these small tribes on the entire wasteland. This is the most cost-effective plan for the long term."

"Sir, it's reasonable!" Timuer nodded repeatedly and said to the general: "Send the order. As long as you come to ask us for protection, the tribes should treat each other with courtesy to ensure their safety."
Chapter completed!