Li Rong's residence is also a valley.

At this moment, there was a lively and joyful atmosphere in the valley, and a banquet was being held.

The women in good clothes danced gracefully, and the men were drinking heroically. When they met the woman they liked approached, they would subconsciously chat and laugh loudly, hoping to attract the girl's attention.

Further apart, some obviously moved men and women were walking towards the woods on the edge of the valley, and the forest was filled with an extremely ambiguous atmosphere, with some blood-burning sounds one after another, comparable to the cicadas.

The main venue of the banquet is located in a large open space in the middle of the valley.

As the host of this banquet, Li Rong was a man who looked very tough in his thirties. He had many ear piercings on his ears, and many shells hung on them and kept shaking. Occasionally, a few strange sounds would be made when a gust of wind blew.

There were two people sitting on the left and right sides of the patriarch. On the left, a gray-haired old man on the Chi Di was Li Rong's neighbor, the patriarch Rong, and the guests on the right were more surprising, because it can be seen from his clothes that he was a native of Jin and a nobleman.

Clan Chief Li Rong smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand, and smiled heroically at the nobles of Jin on the right, saying, "Please rest assured, I have asked my clan members to collect a lot of ginseng these days, which will definitely satisfy you!"

The nobles of Jin State smiled and raised their wine glass and said, "If you have the patriarch, you will feel relieved. I believe the lord will be very happy."

The head of the Rong clan in Caozhong was slightly moved and said to the nobles of Jin State: "Empress, although there are indeed some ginseng produced here, Neijiuru has more territory and population than us. If you want to monopolize the ginseng business, you still have to find a way to get rid of Neijiuru."

The messenger said proudly: "What's the problem? You must know that my Yuan clan is a branch of the Zhao clan, but it's just a mere fault. The Zhao clan can make it to ashes in the blink of an eye!"

The head of the Rong clan of Cao Zhong smiled and said: "Of course I am not questioning the power of the Yuan clan. I just heard that the old guy Lan Jiji married his daughter to Zhao Meng's central son Wei Xiang. I'm afraid......"

The envoy directly interrupted the words of the Rong clan leader in Caozhong: "The clan leader is such a bad word. The Handan clan is just an abandoned branch of my Zhao clan, and the Wei prime minister is just a mere minister. My original clan leader is Zhao Xuanzi's younger brother. He is from a dignified Zhao clan gentleman. How could a sage from Wei prime minister? To be honest, when Wu Jiu is destroyed, it will be the day when Wei Xiang dies!"

The messenger looked proud and confident.

The leader of the Rong clan of Cao Zhongrong and the leader of Li Rong looked at each other. Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, raised their glasses and smiled, "Come on, everyone, respect Li Rong, the friendship between the Rong clan of Cao Zhongrong and the Yuan clan is to win the best!"

Everyone present raised their glasses and smiled and said, "Drinking!

The wine smelled, the laughter continued, and the atmosphere was joyful.

A bow and arrow suddenly shot, and accurately hit a Li Rong man whose face was full of drunkenness was pounced on the woman he liked.

The man opened his eyes wide in great pain at first, then threw himself to the ground with a thump, and died of anger.

More arrows flew over and shot many unexpected Li Rong people to the ground.

There was chaos and screams in an instant.

The head of Li Rong stood up suddenly, and two strings of earrings jingled: "What's going on?"

The answer to the patriarch was a shout in unison.

"Surrender and not kill!"

Two thousand Han, Wei, and Neijuru soldiers waved their weapons and persuaded surrender in Chidi language while killing them in the same way.

The number of men and women in the valley is at least 10,000, but most people are immersed in fine wine and food and men's affairs. No one thought that there would be an enemy attack at this time.

Originally, the Chidi tribes were completely behind the Chinese princes in terms of military armor, and now they are even more so.

There were also a few who wanted to go back to the house to find swords, but before these people could stagger back to the house, they were already caught up by the Chinese soldiers behind them, and they were slashed one by one.

Suddenly, a bloody storm, and many men from Li Rong fell to the ground one after another.

A chariot slowly drove in from the entrance of the valley. It was also the only chariot, including Han Jue, Wei Xiang, and Lan Jie, the imperial hand. The lineup was luxurious.

At this moment, Wei Xiang looked heartbroken: "Presiding family, Doctor Han, you soldiers are so spending family!"

Han Jue was stunned: "Why did the son of the Central Concubine say this?"

Wei Xiang pointed to the one-sided battle in the valley and said angrily: "Doctor, look, so many Red Di men have obviously kneeled down on the ground and surrendered, and these killings have cut off their heads. These are all strong young people. Isn't it good to use them as ministers? Why do you kill so randomly? It's really a waste, waste!"

This era is different from later generations. Every inch of land is valuable, but now it is vast and sparsely populated. Every labor force is very precious. What's more, Wei Xiang has regarded all the Li Rong in this valley and the people in the grass as their own property. Now these property are being killed and they are crazy about disasters. How can Wei Xiang bear this?

Han Jue glared at his eyes and said, "It's just a few Chidi people, and you'll kill them if you kill them!"

For any Chinese prince, the saying "If one is not my race, his heart will be different" is engraved in his bones.

Those who are not China are not humans!

Wei Xiang snorted and said, "Doctor has forgotten that you have a share of the spoils?"

Han Jue's face changed and he said to the adjutant beside him: "Send the order and kill less!"

Suddenly, Lan Jie spoke: "Look, there is a Chinese man over there, who seems to be a nobleman!"

This sentence immediately attracted the attention of Wei Xiang and Han Jue.

Sure enough, not far away, a noble man in Chinese clothes ran towards the dense forest under the protection of several guards.

Almost at the same time, Wei Xiang and Han Jue took out the long bow at the same time and quickly completed the work of bending the bow and winding the strings.

Han Jue glanced at the arrow on Wei Xiang's bowstring, took out an arrow from behind and put it on the string, totaling two.

Wei Xiang laughed and took out two arrows from the arrow basket and put them on the string, totaling three.

Han Jue sneered and immediately took out two more arrows from the arrow basket, totaling four.

Just as Han Jue was about to speak, he suddenly widened his eyes.

"Swoosh swish swish!" Three powerful sounds were made, and the long bow string in Wei Xiang's hand was shaking continuously, and three arrows had been shot out.

With three screams, the messenger and the two guards around him fled at the same time.

Han Jue was furious: "Bastard, how could you be so foolish?"
Chapter completed!