In a sparse forest, Xie Wanzhou, the Hundred Office of the Tingwei Mansion, quietly looked out.

He was covered with a ball of dead grass. In places like Mobei, tumbleweeds were everywhere, so there seemed to be no flaws.

He had been here for at least two hours, but he did not see any actions of the Blood Futu team.

This place is less than two miles away from the camp called the Northern Saint Shenzhou in Xuefutu. Being close to this place is enough to show Xie Wanzhou's strength.

In order to reduce losses and to be more convenient and flexible, Xie Wanzhou did not bring his companions.

Although the border troops in the northern border have some understanding of the three states of regret, this understanding is extremely superficial and must try their best to find out more information before the war.

The place in Mobei is so special, and unfortunately, the three states are such an unstable factor, so even if you know it is a risk, you will definitely take this risk.

But today, the Blood Flood Horse Slaughtering Thieves did not seem to have any signs of going out to move. In two hours, there were very few people entering and leaving the camp.

Xie Wanzhou felt something was wrong.

Just as he was about to find a way to get closer again, he suddenly saw a team of cavalry coming towards the camp in the distance.

Xie Wanzhou immediately lowered his body and looked out through the gap in the grass.

After seeing those people approaching, Xie Wanzhou's eyes became sharp.

This regret Sanzhou really colluded with the black warriors.

The one who came to Sanzhou Camp was a team of black warriors, and the one who led the way was horse thieves. They seemed to be quite respectful to the black warriors.

The black warrior in charge seemed to be a disciple of the Sword Sect, and the clothes on his body were enough to illustrate his identity.

The black-armored cavalry were not large, about a hundred people, and were welcomed into the camp by those horse thieves.

Xie Wanzhou's heart began to itch. If he could sneak into the camp and overheard the Black Warriors and the Three States discuss something, it would definitely be helpful for the war soon.

However, it is said that there are at least four thousand horse thieves in this camp, each of whom is fierce. Not only does the Sanzhou have excellent martial arts skills, but he has several horse thieves under his command, which is said to be very strong in martial arts.

In the information of the Northern Frontier Army, the martial arts of the Three Prefectures can be said to be invincible in the northern desert.

Below the three states, there are also the four generals of the Northern Saint whom he was granted, the Holy General Gao Wukan, the Holy General Liao Tinglou, the Holy General Wang Huan, and the Holy General Nie Zuo.

The horse thief leaders in the Blood Flood Team all have mysterious origins.

Some people say that they were all thieves who escaped from the Central Plains. Because they were wanted by the court in the Central Plains and could not survive, they ran to Mobei to hide.

Some people also said that some of them might have been the generals of the Chu border army, and they defected to the Three Prefectures for unknown reasons.

Among the information found by the scouts of the border army, there were also people who survived the blood-fu horse thieves. According to them, this horse thieves team was well-equipped and was almost no different from the equipment of the Chu State soldiers.

So there may really be the original Chu border general in this team, or even the established Chu border army.

So rationally speaking, Xie Wanzhou shouldn't take risks.

But he is confident.

In the Xuefutu Camp, in the wooden building called Changle Palace, Yefuzhi met Xu Suqing of the Three Prefectures again.

"Good news, General."

Yevozhi smiled and said, "After I went back, I asked His Highness the Prince, and His Highness sent people to the capital overnight to ask for His Majesty Khan."

After sitting down, he said, "The Emperor Khan sent a special envoy to come and has agreed to the general's request. The Emperor Khan's decree will arrive later. The special envoy is halfway, but the person who reported the news has arrived." He hugged Xu Suqing and congratulated Xu Suqing with this kind of etiquette of the Central Plains people.

"Congratulations to the General. If nothing unexpected happens, it will take not long for the Emperor Khan's decree to arrive. The General is the King of Han who was named by Emperor Khan."

He looked at Xu Suqing and asked, "General, are you satisfied with the title of the King of Han?"

Xu Suqing burst into laughter and waved his hand: "Hold a banquet."

After he gave the order, he looked at Yevozhi and said, "I am very happy to be appreciated by Your Majesty. From then on, I will be willing to serve His Majesty the Khan Emperor."

Yevozhi smiled and said, "From today, we will be a family."

He smiled kindly and could not see any problem at all.

But in fact, how could a black warrior really be crowned as a king for someone like Xu Suqing?

Kuo Kedi Yelan didn't send anyone to the capital to ask for instructions. Even if he sent it, how could there be news so soon?

This is just an order that Kuo could defeat Ye Lan. He casually gave Han Sanzhou a title, but the black warriors did not admit it anyway.

"General...No, His Highness the King of Han."

Yevozhi smiled and said, "Can we talk now about what Your Highness can do for Emperor Khan?"

Xu Suqing smiled and said, "Just say that what I can do, I will live up to the trust of His Majesty the Emperor Khan."

Yevozhi looked around and saw that there were many people in the living room, so he was inconvenient to say something in front of so many people.

Xu Suqing said: "You don't have to worry about anything. They are all brothers who have lived and died with me, and they are all trustworthy people."

Yevozhi thought about it and found that these people were just cannon fodder, and it would be no big deal if they were told in person.

So he spoke, "The Khan Emperor means..."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the back window of the wooden building.

"General, this wooden building seems to be leaking."

Yevozhi signaled toward the rear window.

Xu Suqing laughed and said, "The wind and sand in the north of the desert are already strong, and it is common to leak air, just block it."

He signaled to the back window, and Gao Wukan, one of his holy generals, nodded.

Gao Wukan said: "I'll change the tea for the envoy."

After saying that, he picked up the teapot on the table, suddenly turned around, and smashed the teapot towards the rear window.

Outside the back window, Xie Wanzhou, who was hanging upside down, felt a tight heart. The moment the teapot smashed the back window, he immediately pulled up his body and tried his best to withdraw.

With a bang, the rear window was broken.

The Holy General Gao Wukan flew out of the wooden building and smiled when he saw the black shadow in front of him.

He shook his hand and rolled a long whip towards Xie Wanzhou. The whip looked at at least three feet long.

Such a long whip is extremely difficult for ordinary people to use, not to mention that they can be used, even if they want to get rid of it.

But this long whip is like an obedient long snake in Gao Wukan's hand.

A circle was drawn out of the front of the whip, as if he was trying to put someone in, but that was not the case.

Xie Wanzhou felt the sound of breaking through the air behind him, so he forced his body to turn around and pulled out his sword.

He didn't have time to chop, and it was useless to deal with long whip chopping. He could only stand up and block him in front of him.

At this moment, the circle that was thrown out by the long whip was completely shaken open, and the top of the long whip was thrown away, like a roll-up swing.

With a bang, the whip tail was thrown on the knife, which made Xie Wanzhou feel so powerful.

The whip grew backwards and slapped his own forehead with a blade flat.

Xie Wanzhou did not dare to delay and knew that it was impossible to take action, so he pulled out his zipline.

In the air, Xie Wanzhou threw out his flying cable and wrapped it around a big tree not far away, and used the help of inertia to move forward and wandered forward.

Just as he swung forward, a huge rock came towards him.

Xie Wanzhou's eyes suddenly widened, and it seemed too late to avoid it at this moment.

He floated forward with the wickets, and the huge rock came towards him. How could he hide?

Xie Wanzhou let go of his hand and his body immediately fell. The stone that was at least more than a hundred heavy was flying over his head, with a whirring sound of wind.

Right ahead, General Liao Tinglou of the Blood Futu Saint was standing there looking at Xie Wanzhou with a sneer on his face.

Liao Tinglou looks like a head taller than an ordinary man. Xie Wanzhou is not short, but if he stands with Liao Tinglou, he will barely reach Liao Tinglou's shoulder.

This man just stood there, like an iron tower.

Seeing that Xie Wanzhou actually avoided the stone he threw out, Liao Tinglou didn't care. He bent down and wrapped a larger piece of it. With his arms exerted force, he smashed the stone towards Xie Wanzhou.

Xie Wanzhou dared not take action, so he could only dodge to one side.

As soon as I avoided it, the whip arrived again.

The long whip swept across, and the sound of the whip's tail breaking through the air was particularly sharp.

Xie Wanzhou lowered his head and avoided it, but he didn't dodge completely. The whip tail swept over the top of his head and was actually wrapped around his hair.

Gao Wukan sneered and pulled Xie Wanzhou back with a whip.

Xie Wanzhou did not hesitate at all. He swept the long knife back and cut the tough whip with the knife, which would cut off his hair.

As soon as he escaped, Xie Wanzhou exerted force and rose upwards, grabbed the cable that he had just thrown out, and used the force to move upwards again.

With a whoosh, an iron feather arrow flew over.

This arrow is obviously different from the feather arrows used by ordinary soldiers. The shafts are all iron, and the feathers are like sharp blades.

About twenty feet away, the Saint General of Blood Futu, Wang Huan, stood there holding an iron-fetal bow in his hand, looking at the person who was about to escape with a smile.

The arrow broke the wicket, and Xie Wanzhou fell down again. Before the person could land, the long whip flew over and wrapped around his waist.

Xie Wanzhou was shocked and subconsciously wanted to use a long knife to cut the whip, but before he could exert force, the whip was pulled hard to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but before he could stand firm, Liao Tinglou strode over and grabbed his belt, raised him with one arm, then turned around, and then smashed him hard to the ground.

After seeing this scene, Yevozhi couldn't help laughing and raised her hand to applaud.

"The warriors under the King of Han's tent are indeed well-deserved."

Yefuzhi walked forward a few steps and leaned over to look at Xie Wanzhou who had fainted: "This guy should be Ning Jun's spy."

“Um…”

Xu Suqing said, "Then chop it up."

Everyone drew their swords and stepped forward, but the military advisor Xiao Ting stopped the person: "General, this person is useful and can force him to ask for something."

Yevozhi said: "The military advisor is right. Keep it and torture it. Maybe you can ask for any useful information."

Xu Suqing waved his hand and said, "Then drag the person down first, lock him up and then break his limbs first. I will go to drink with the envoy and ask him personally later."
Chapter completed!