The meal that the Three Kings Meeting did not end up eating.

This made her feel a little disappointed to see Qingqing, who was in the grassland flavor, but she could understand Yan Weihan's practice of leaving in a hurry. In the face of something that really concerns the competition for hegemony between the country, no face or glory is worth mentioning.

What Qingqing said requires Yan Wei Khan to gather his own servants to think about it carefully. Whether to accept the decision to send troops to help the money account for Da Chu will definitely directly affect the changes in the wind direction ten or even twenty years after the grassland.

He couldn't help but worry.

At that time, Yan Wei Khan did not accept assistance from the North because the Northern Master was happy. He was the leader of the Tongwu Cult, who was determined to use the assistance of the Tongwu Cult to pass on the belief of the Tongwu Cult to the grassland by sending troops to the assistance. This was a ill-intentioned act.

Now, Da Chu has come forward to provide assistance, which seems to be very sincere.

But the price is that after the grassland is unified, the golden tent will join the camp of the Japanese ghosts under Penglai.

What is the point of asking for a hundred thousand control string is false. If the first batch is thrown in, the war ahead will not go well. Can you ask for the second batch and you will still hold on to it?

What's more, if the war is really unsuccessful and the defeat of a hundred thousand troops means that the Japanese ghosts said to be really dangerous. If there is no assistance, the defeat of Zhongtu will be the grassland.

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This is very confusing.

It seems that there is room for nothing, but when I really think about it, there is actually no second choice for Yan Weihan, unless he also brings millions of creatures on the prairie to be a dog.

But the problem is that the faith that people in the grassland believe in immortality for more than a thousand years and have developed deeply rooted in the bones is the pursuit of spiritual freedom engraved in their bones.

Once Yan Weihan dares to bow his head, his golden tent collapses, and it will be a blink of an eye.

This troubles piled up in front of him, which immediately made Yan Weihan feel depressed. He felt that the crested eagle egg in his arms seemed to become hot.

But he couldn't bear to throw it away.

His own tribe uses goshawks as the banner totem. With such a majestic crested eagle, his orthodox status will be greatly strengthened.

This is the reason why he asked Shen Qiu for the creep-headed eagle with a thick face.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no way, who would want to be a free-for-nothing man?

Unfortunately, the current situation makes him unable to even be a free monster.

He has to make a decision.

Just in Hequ grassland, watching Yan Weihan leave, Li Weiguo took the initiative to roast a sheep for Qingqing and Feiniao. He had been stationed in Dingbian camp for more than half a year and was very skilled in the flavor of this grassland.

Finally, it satisfies Qingqing's desire to eat, and the birds are quite satisfied with it. This rough food, combined with this endless world, is really a unique flavor when eaten in the mouth.

"Well, this tastes good."

Qingqing sat on the stool and said to the people around her:

"It's not in vain today. Just wait for news. Based on the senior brother's evaluation of Yan Weihan, he should make the right choice."

"That man seems generous, but he actually cares a lot in his mind."

Asuki grabbed the wide lamb legs with both hands, and while eating, he said to Qingqing:

"When I looked at him, I could see a fat fox, with dragon chest and dragon claws, and a horn on his head. He knew everything clearly and was versatile, but he had a cunning look and a hint of kingly spirit.

However, if you have too many plans, you will destroy your majesty and be the leader of a country, but if you want to plan the world, it seems that the situation is too small."

"Your eyes."

Qingqing sighed and said to Feiniao:

"If you see it in the future, you can't just talk nonsense. Senior brother said that it is not a good thing for you to see through human hearts. How can human hearts allow such a thorough spy?

You are a smart person with extraordinary talent, you must know how to hide your weaknesses."

"Just tell you."

Asuki shrugged, bit the mutton again and said:

"To others, Longma has reminded me before, not to say too much, so as not to cause trouble. Alas, I don't know what happened to Longma and Master Zhenji in Japan.

No matter how powerful my eyes are, they can't get over the surging sea."

"Where is that girl?"

Qingqing remembered something and said to Feiniao:

"Call Shinnosuke, what's going on between you and her? She was still clamoring to come to Chang'an with you, but she was persuaded to stop by the Moshanjun."

"She has been loyal to me."

Fei Bi raised her head proudly and said:

"In the future, I will be the Great Sword Saint in my Royal Palace. I will restore her father's reputation and spread her swordsmanship."

"She has half of the demon blood, you should be careful."

Qingqing reminded her, looked to the south again and said:

"Northern affairs are now barely ready. Just wait for the army to set off. I don't know how the south is going. Will the great witch who is trapped in love help us?"

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The same problem was also echoing in Zhang Chu's mind at this time.

This national sect has now arrived in Changsha, which is the edge of the Northern Army's rapid siege of cities and land in the south. From Changsha to Jiangxi, Shangrao Lishui, a large area of ​​land is under the control of the Northern Army.

The situation is very good now.

These places are originally the core areas of the South and are also prosperous and safe places.

The Zhao family enfeoffed some princes here to preside over local military affairs. Most of these places were peaceful places, and the military was unbearable. Faced with the attack of the northern army with abundant martial ethics, they all surrendered.

More importantly, the body of the king Zhao Ming brought by the Northern Army.

The banner Zhang Chu used was to avenge Zhao Ming and seek justice, but the Zhao princes did not care whether they could seek justice.

What they really care about is their own wealth and life.

The kings were killed, and it is said that the imperial city was razed to the ground. If they were to go south, would they still have a way out?

These people don't have many choices.

Either they acted in needlessly against the Northern Army, and were killed after breaking the city, and the accumulated wealth and wealth were plundered.

Or, follow Zhang Chu's slogan and follow the righteousness, join forces with the Northern Army to resist the Great Chu's going south. Although doing so, I feel a little sorry for Zhao Ming and Zhao Lian.

But with the forces of the northern army standing ahead, they can at least get some breathing opportunity.

In less than a month, four or five princes surrendered to the Northern Kingdom, and helped Zhang Chu recruit troops locally, strengthening men, and causing the power of the Northern Army to continue to expand.

Of course, there were also hard bones, but two died, and the rest fled to the sea from Quanzhou Wharf and fled all the way to Ayutoya.

Zhang Chu didn't stop him, he didn't care about the escaped Zhao family.

The current situation is still beneficial to him. The Great Chu raised three troops, just in Guanzhong, Central Plains, and Qilu, which divided the northern vanguard and the northern territories.

As long as you withstand the pressure, the small king sent a large army in the rear, attacking the north and the south, the long snake formation of the Great Chu character is so long that as long as it is broken through, the battle between the world will fall into the northern country.

Even if the elite Tiance army in the world is on the side of Da Chu, Zhang Chu is not afraid at all. With the strength of the Seven-Miscellaneous Sect's Life and Death Constitution, the combat effectiveness of his troops under his command will be doubled in just a very short time.

What's more, there are still members of the Seven Quarter Sect recruiting soldiers in the Western Regions. Even if they fight a protracted war, Zhang Chu is not afraid at all.

The biggest variable in the south, where the current situation is determined, is Miaojiang.

"If you can get help from your wife, the world will be determined."

In this small courtyard in Changsha, Zhang Chu carried his hands on his back and looked into the direction of Miaojiang. At his hand was a pot of cold tea. The two-color pupils of the national teacher reflected a slightly dim skylight.

He thought in his heart, but he felt something was caused by fate.

"Who could have thought that the world could be unified and whose destiny would fall, in the end, was decided by Miaojiang, which had been stable for nearly thirty years?

But the war is like a balance now, and the wife’s weight is enough to change the outcome and the loss."

Zhang Chu lowered his head and stretched out his left hand. There should have been a seal made of emerald gems that symbolizes the head of the Zhang family, but now it no longer belongs to him.

"Madam, everyone in the world knows what you want."

The national master sighed, feeling his throat was as dry as the scorched earth desert, so he turned around and hooked his fingers, took the pot of tea into his hand, ignoring the etiquette and rules, and facing the spout, he killed a pot of tea on the spot.

The water flowed through his throat, making the national teacher feel a little comfortable, but after ten breaths, the anxiety came to his heart again.

He dressed very lightly.

Almost a single coat with a black gauze coat, but even so, Zhang Chu felt hot all over his body, not the kind of rolling hotness, but the literal meaning.

He felt like a red-burned stone, the water in his body was about to evaporate, his lips were cracked like a drought-affected land, and every time he coughed, he could bring out a burning breath.

It's like, as soon as you open your mouth, you can spew out fire.

"Father, please help me once."

Zhang Chu sighed, returned to the house, took out a pottery jar, reached out to grab it, and a piece of ice was stuffed into his mouth, melting in his mouth, and the rising steam wrapped the entire face of the national master.

Deeper in the courtyard, in a bathhouse, there were maids filled with ice cubes, waiting for the national tutor to come and take a bath.

In Lin'an City, Zhang Lan took Xuanyu and walked out of Luxian Temple, holding the kitten Bai Ling'er in his arms. The kitten looked dissatisfied. It knew that it was going to run to Xiaoxiang again.

This made it very unhappy, and even poked out its sharp claws and drew blood on Zhang Lan's arm.

But this cannot change the idea of ​​the shoveler No. 1 or 2.
To be continued...