Murong Longcheng's panting sound was so heavy, it was like a bellows running in a big tent: "Brother Taizhen might as well explain it clearly."

Wen Qiao looked straight at Murong Longcheng: "Brother Longcheng, what I said just now is all from the heart. With my brother's intelligence and wisdom, I will naturally make some judgments. I am not Su Qin and Zhang Yi, and I have no intention of showing off my words and words. Since I have a clear mind, why should I use more words to pretend?"

After saying that, he lowered his eyes and sat down, but he didn't want to speak again.

Wen Qiao really didn't need to say much. Murong Longcheng knew enough about the situation in northern Xinjiang and had a deeper understanding of the situation in the north. Where can Changshan go? It was not something Wen Qiao could do that, but the decision was only in Murong Longcheng's hands.

So Murong Longcheng fell silent again. He calmed down, walked back and forth for a few steps, and slowly sorted out his thoughts.

The battle between the Hu tribes in the northern border has always been the most bloody and tragic. The so-called "killing those who are higher than the wheel" is the norm. What the losers face is often the bloodline of the entire clan. Since Murong Nai died in battle, the rest of his troops fled thousands of miles away, and he escaped from Murong's pursuit countless times, he was able to hide in Changshan. The sad and desolate parts of it cannot be described in words. Since Murong Longcheng became an adult, he has worked hard in Changshan. Looking around, all the cruel and greedy wolfs are seen. Even if he takes a wrong step, he will immediately fall into a wolf kiss and become a food to fill his stomach!

The power of Murong Nai's old subordinates may still be strong in Dai County, and it is actually insignificant among the powerful tribes that are thousands of miles away from the northern border. The ability to barely gain a foothold is that Murong Long City is like a deep abyss and follows the Duan Xianbei like walking on thin ice, fully demonstrating its own value in battles again and again.

Since the first year of Tai'an, the three powerful tribes of the Xianbei tribes in the eastern region, Murong, Yuwen and Duan tribes, maintained a delicate balance. On the surface, the leaders of the three major tribes intermarried and were harmonious with each other, but the small movements in secret never stopped, resulting in huge casualties every year. Duan Wu Chen, Duan of western Liaoning, accommodated Murong Longcheng and his tribes and sent them to raid and kill everywhere in order to cause chaos to the Murong family that dominated Liaodong.

Duan's army relied on Murong Nai's remaining troops to weaken the Murong clan and also suppressed hostile forces in various parts of the northern border; and Murong Longcheng hid in Changshan with the protection of Duan's Xianbei. This seemed to be a win-win situation for each to get the needs, but Duan's Xianbei just used Murong Longcheng and its subordinates as tools. If this continues, when will it take back the position of Murong Xianbei Great Shanyu?

Murong Longcheng, the heir of the Great Shanyu of the previous generation of Murong Xianbei, was not willing to serve as the leader of the bandits for a long time. But what angered him was that there were many close relationships with the Duan tribes among the Changshan bandits. Murong Longcheng, a master, seemed to be majestic, but in fact, was hindered in everything. Like Yang Feixiang and Tujili, they clearly presented him as a clay-sculpted wooden body. Although Murong Longcheng shocked the bandits of Changshan with fierce and brutal means, he did not dare to attack the leaders of the Changshan tribes who were also the Duan tribes. Faced with this situation of being controlled by others, he had no way out.

Until ten months ago, the troops of the Bingzhou Governor's governor entered Youzhou and quickly defeated many local forces in Dai County. Murong Longcheng was about to organize forces to fight back, the envoy of Luguan took the initiative to come to Changshan.

Since Yi Yi's death, the leaders of the Tuoba Xianbei and the East and West tribes were both interested in the position of the Great Shanyu and confronted each other tensely. In comparison, the methods of the Eastern Emperor Luguan were more mature and sophisticated, and they were at the upper hand everywhere. During this ceremony of the Dahan Mountain Sacrifice to Heaven, Luguan had made the decision to achieve his merits in one battle, and he would never allow the Chinese and Koreans to intervene, causing turmoil.

This time, the official sent an envoy to come, and the request was very simple. It was nothing more than to prevent Wen Qiao from going to Danhan Mountain to participate in the Tuoba Xianbei sacrifice ceremony and prevent the troops of the Bingzhou Governor from gaining a foothold in Dai County; and the conditions he proposed simply and neatly moved Murong Longcheng: supporting Murong Longcheng to completely integrate Dai's forces, and promised to support him as the leader of Murong Xianbei in the future.

Murong Longcheng knew of how big the gap between his power was compared with the Tuoba Xianbei. The east and west tribes of Tuoba Xianbei were confronted, and even in the weak west, his tribe Yilu could dispatch more than 30,000 elite cavalry to the south to assist Bingzhou, let alone the eastern master Luguan, which occupied thousands of miles of miles of desert. That was nothing like a comparison between an ants and a tiger. Since Luguan spoke, Murong Longcheng could not object. He could only do his best to formulate corresponding plans and implement them.

Everything should have gone smoothly, the Wuhuan people, the Hu horse thieves, the Han people, and the Changshan bandits inclined to the Duan tribe. These people, under the deliberate indulgence and drive of Murong Long City, would exhaust the power of the Jin people. After the cavalry of Luguan destroyed the Jin army, they could leave Murong Long City a Dai County that was easy to control.

However, when the dust settled, Wen Qiao provided him with another brand new path!

It is obvious that Liu Kun, who was in Jinyang, was an active and enterprising official in Fangzhen. While fighting against the Huns, he was also willing to interfere in the affairs of the Hu tribe in northern Xinjiang. This was something Murong Longcheng had never thought about before, but it seemed to be a better choice than to rely on Luguan.

Murong Longcheng has always been highly regarded, and he couldn't help but think: Tuoba Yilu is just good at fighting, and the Murong tribe is not short of warriors who are used to fighting. Yilu can gain the support of Liu Kun with his military achievements and compete with the powerful Luguan. Can't I rely directly on the court to gain status in the Murong Xianbei?

He thought again: Liu Yueshi was a native of Jin after all, and he would never directly govern the Hu tribe in the northern border. He would only use the means of restraining and reliance on the Lord Qu, who was close to the court, to control the situation in the northern region. This would leave him with a lot of opportunities to display and take this opportunity to expand his power. This seemed to be more beneficial than relying on the Luguan who was sucking people and not spitting out his bones.

However, but... after Murong Longcheng thought about it, countless thoughts in his mind instantly turned, so that sweat dripped from his forehead without realizing it: the power of Lu Guan is so strong that it is very likely to take advantage of this ceremony to worship the heavens to ascend to the throne of the Tuoba Xianbei Da Shanyu. By then, Yilu would inevitably lose his power, and even be killed or even destroyed. Once Lu Guan pursues today's affairs, Jinyang will never relieve the nearby fire, so how can the people in Changshan protect themselves?

Murong Longcheng always thought that he was determined not to be inferior to anyone, but now, he felt that he was even a little panicked. Many thoughts were repeated again and again, like entanglements. He tried his best to sort them out and analyze the reasonable parts to weigh them, but his thoughts were involuntarily becoming more and more chaotic.

He paced back and forth, and every time he approached the door of the tent, he heard a little more fighting sound; a few steps away from the door of the tent, the fighting sounded softer. He looked up and saw that outside the tent, the smoke and dust aroused by the galloping and rushing of people and horses almost enveloped the entire battlefield.

Wherever Murong Longcheng's sight was, the two armies were still shouting to fight fiercely. However, the two-hour battle was enough to exhaust the last bit of the warrior's physical strength, and even the horse galloped was not as fast as before. The battlefield instincts that were tempered by countless births and deaths told him that the time to decide the outcome had arrived. If there was a choice, it was necessary to act at this moment, and it would be too late.

Murong Longcheng subconsciously raised his hand, trying to help his dizzy forehead. This action made the attendant kneeling in a corner of the big tent misunderstand. The attendant hurriedly walked forward and raised the dragon bird ring high. When the white velvet wrapped in the long sword was removed, a ray of sunlight shot from outside the tent happened to hit the blade, and the blue sword light suddenly reflected into his eyes, almost surprised Murong Longcheng. He showed an unhappy expression and almost repelled the attendant angrily, but was stunned and still took the knife in his hand.

Even the linen was wrapped around the hilt of the knife, you could still feel the coldness of the skin coming from the blade. Murong Longcheng held it tightly, exerting force more and more until his five fingers turned white.
Chapter completed!