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Late at night, the Wuhuan Shanyu's tent and the attached tent were already silent, but in the tent of King Tadun, Zuo Guli, there were lights and the atmosphere was strange.

The Xianbei Jianti tribe helped Luohan, Zi Xiegui Ni, the Xianbei tribe, Zhuluohou, the central Xianbei tribe, Su Puyan, the king of Wuwan, the vassal state of Liaodong, Wuyan, the king of Khanlu, Wuyan, the right commander of Tuli tribe, and Gu Jin, the leader of the Yanmen Wuwan, all gathered in the tent of King Tadun, and more than ten butter lamps illuminated the murderous faces.

"We must take down the prefect of Liaodong! We must live!" Tadun said in a shocking way, his eyes that were so narrow that they could hardly be seen were shining with dangerous light.

"Why don't you just kill him!" The person who spoke was Wu Yan. This son died in the battle to attack the Hange tribe. In the end, even his nest was captured. King Khan Lu, who was in a mess, was hated to Ma Han and wanted to eat his flesh and suck his marrow.

Wang Ji nodded repeatedly, with a look of hatred on his face. He also advocated killing, but the adults said they wanted to survive. As a confidant, they dared not object. Wu Yan's words were exactly what they meant.

Among the leaders of the tribes who were conspiring on the scene, in fact, except for the help of Luohan, the blemish and the bones, the rest of the people had a deep hatred with Ma Han, and they were all determined to kill Ma Han. However, they also knew that today was different from the past. This young Han man who had brought great disasters and shame to the Wuwan people and Xianbei people was no longer the insignificant commander of the Hange tribe, but the prefect of Liaodong. Although he was not the county magistrate of the court in the Yanjing system, he had been recognized by the forces in the county and surrounding areas. Except for the fact that the name was not smooth enough, it was actually similar to when Gongsun Du was reigned. It was difficult to consider such a person.

Tadun nodded and smiled at Wuyan: "In fact, Mahan is not impossible to kill - King Khan Lu can even kill Yuyang Prefect under General Baima, so why can a Liaodong Prefect cannot be killed?" This sentence really made Wuyan extremely proud.

The Battle of Lushui was the most proud battle in Wuyan. In recent years, the Wuwan people were almost breathless by being massacred and suppressed by the White Horse General. They were simply fleeing when they saw the "Gongsun" flag. They could only nail their portraits to the target and shoot them out. Today, they were finally able to personally lead Wuwan Jianer to kill his troops. The leader of the Yuyang Prefect was the head of the Yuyang Prefect. He exhaled his resentment for nearly ten years and gave the Wuwan people a sigh of anger. Although the one who actually killed the Yuyang Prefect Worm Pill was Xianyufu's army. He was not the Wuwan people, but it was also a privilege to be able to participate in it.

After this battle, Wuyan's reputation in the three counties of Wuwan rose sharply, and the troops surrendered to him basically recovered their strength before being driven out of Hiraoka, and even more so. If Su Puyan had not participated in the Battle of Baoqiu and joined forces with Liu He and Yuan Shao's army to defeat Gongsun Zan's army. His reputation also rose sharply, I am afraid that the limelight had been overshadowed by King Khan Lu, the King of the Crane at the end of the three kings.

Tadun continued: "Ma Qian and Wrinkle Dan are different, and even different from Gongsun Du. The soldiers under this man are extremely powerful. We have experienced them all, especially the soldiers of Bailang City..." He paused and stopped talking.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Tadun. Wang Ji and Su Puyan's faces turned around, and Tadun's expressionless faces were expressionless, and then the two could not hide their anger. Wang Ji was fine, but his Tuli tribe was average. In addition, Tadun's leader was following the leader and the master did not speak. He had no choice. Su Puyan had the ability to retaliate against Bailang City, but he was leading the Xianbei coalition of his clan and Jueji at that time to fight in Baoqiu. After learning that his son died in the war, although he was so sad that he could not stop it, he could not do it.

The rest of the people had experienced the combat power of the White Wolf Cavity, far or near. Regardless of whether they were convinced or not, they had to admit in their hearts that what Tadun said was the truth.

Tadun said again: "We are all in Liucheng. There are Liaodong County in the east and Bailang City in the south. Nearly ten thousand Bailang troops are in the form of horns. Once the horse is killed by us, whether it is Liucheng or you, you will face crazy revenge on the White Wolf Army. In this way, although you can exert a vent, you will have a situation of immortality with the White Wolf Army. Is this what you wish to see?"

Everyone was silent. The grassland aliens were very practical. In their opinion, nothing was as important as the value of face. In fact, among the Hu chiefs who came to celebrate today, there were many who had blood feuds and personal grudges between each other, but as long as the interests were consistent, they could still sit down and drink and eat meat. After all, interests should be placed in the middle, and hatred could be placed on both sides.

Tadun finally concluded: "Catching Ma Han alive and forcing him to pay a huge ransom. Well, I will exchange the iron material from Liaodong for three years and the crossbow technology and make him sign an affidavit that will not be pursued. How about it?"

The Hu chiefs looked at each other and saw the joy in each other's eyes. The iron material from Liaodong for three years was probably not hundreds of thousands of kilograms, which was enough for them to share, and each of them could lose a lot of benefits. The strength of the Liaodong crossbow, even Yanmen Gujin, had some experience in the Nine Gate back then, so naturally they were very jealous. They agreed unanimously.

At this time, Zhuluo Hou asked a question: "How do we capture it alive? We can't encircle the army, right?"

Tadun smiled in a dark and silence: "Why do you need a large army to surround it? Tomorrow is a good opportunity."

"Tomorrow?" Wu Yan, Su Puyan, helped Luo Han, returned to the mud, Zhuluo Hou, Wang Jiji showed a sudden look and said happily in unison, "That's right, it's tomorrow."

Tadun looked coldly at the dark night outside the tent, his eyes were like beasts. Things that could not be picked up on the battlefield were the same as those off the field. As long as he could capture Mahan alive, everything he lost could be taken back - perhaps, including the position of the Great Chanyu.

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Just as Tadun and other Hu chiefs were plotting, at the same time, two men in gilt robes quietly flashed into the small gate of the backyard of Yangyi's mansion, who was engaged in Yangyi's mansion, at the same time, at the same time, two men in gilt robes quietly flashed into the small gate of the backyard of the mansion in Liaodong.

Soon, under the supervision of several servants with sharp blades hanging on their waists and strong-looking expressions, two faceless cloaked men were led to the contour of a secret room. After being searched all over their bodies, one stayed outdoors, and the other entered the room with two servants carrying lanterns.

The secret room is covered with white walls, with doors but no windows, and is decorated in a simple manner. There is only a white jade screen, one table and one stove. A faint white smoke rises from the incense burner. The room is filled with a strange fragrance.

Don't hold Yang Yi in a white Shu brocade dress, long crown and jade belt, kneel behind the desk, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, his expression is unpredictable. When the servant led the cloak man into the interior, Yang Yi's eyes slashed like a knife, and he scraped the cloak man up and down several times.

Shaoqing, Yang Yi said lightly: "Do we know each other?"

The man from Douban said, "I have been waiting for the sun for a long time, and I am so sorry for my fate." The voice buzzed, unnatural, as if there was something between me.

Yang Yi's eyes were stern: "I don't know it. Why do you hide your head and cover your face and do sneaky actions?"

The man in the cloak sighed softly: "When he is below, his face is like a ghost, and it is a terrifying move. I am so unwilling to forgive him if I look at the sun."

Yang Yi's expression was slightly slowed down. He shook the bamboo slips in his hand slightly: "Is this the book you have submitted?"

The cloaked man's voice became mysterious: "That's right, does Yang Bijia feel a little familiar when he looks at it?"

It's not only familiar, it's so familiar! This handwriting and this content are no different from the secret information about White Wolf City and Ma Han that appeared inexplicably on the document of former prefect Gongsun Du that day. If it weren't for this, what kind of person Yang Yi was? How could he meet someone in the secret room who didn't even dare to show his true face?

Yang Yi, as the chief aide of Gongsun Du, was the first person to come into contact with this secret. At that time, he analyzed with Zhang Chang that this was mostly done by those who had ulterior motives within Bailang City, otherwise it would be hard to imagine that he would understand the secrets of Bailang City and Ma Han so much. However, after he became a subordinate of Ma Han, he secretly observed that among the more than ten senior generals of Bailang City, no one looked like this dark figure, which has always been the knot in his heart. Otherwise, how could he resolutely decide to meet with a person of unknown origin as soon as he saw this book.

When this person really appeared in front of him, although he had not seen his true face, Yang Yi intuition ruled out that this person was one of the generals and officials of Liaodong (formerly White Wolf City). Who would this person be?

The man in the cloak smiled and said, "Yang Biejia must be thinking about who is below, but this is not important. What is important is that Yang Biejia may be able to advance one step further and become Yang Prefect."

As soon as this said, Yang Yi was so shocked that he threw the distracting thoughts in his mind out of the sky, and suddenly pointed to the cloak man: "What do you... mean?"

The man from the cloak calmly found a seat and knelt down and said, "If what he expected is not bad, Ma Han may be trapped in the hands of Wuwan people in Liucheng. This is a rare opportunity. If Brother Zixiu comes forward and raises his arms and shouts, he will definitely respond with the prestige of Yang in Liaodong. Ma Han first obtained Liaodong, but his foundation is unstable. He will expel him from Liao and lead Liaodong. In the official period, he will not mislead himself."

Yang Yi slowly came back from the shock and stared at the cloaked man coldly: "Does your feet think that the Yang clan soldiers and some of the Liaodong troops controlled by a certain person can compete with the White Wolf Army?"

The man from the cloak said calmly: "No. Therefore, I prepared a great gift for Brother Zixiu - three thousand Xianbei Jingqi. As long as Brother Zixiu exerts influence on Fuli Camp, the camp soldiers cannot send police in time. At the same time, open the gate of Wuwu City, the three thousand Xianbei Jingqi will definitely go south to the doctor Wuwu Mountain. Within five days, they will appear under Xiangping City and open their eyes to Brother Zixiu. Such a big thing can be accomplished!"

"Xianbei people!" Yang Yi's eyes shrank for a long time, and Fang sighed, "It seems that I have been planning for a long time for now - is it that I have a grudge against Ma Taishou, or a grudge against Bailang City?"

The cloaked man said in a hoarse voice: "Is this important? In my opinion, no matter what aspect, it is only good for Brother Zi Xiu, and no harm. Brother Zi Xiu, don't forget the ambition of respecting your father!"

Yang Yi was already a little moved, but when he heard the cloak man say the words "Respecting Father", he suddenly woke up, his eyes gradually became clear, he sat upright, and his expression was solemn: "My father died for national affairs at Hu Nu, and he was brave and strong, and Yi and Hu Nu's hatred were irreconcilable. Now Ma Jun went to Liucheng. If he was trapped in Hu Nu's hands, Yi should be rescued. How could he take advantage of others' danger and do this kind of thing that makes his relatives happy? The discussion below will never be mentioned again."

The cloaked man didn't expect that the words were originally inspired, but in the end it was a mess. Seeing that Yang Yi had decided, he couldn't help but sigh: "Heaven will not take it, but he will be blamed. Brother Zixiu will regret it in the future."

The cloaked man disappeared for a long time, but Yang Yi still sat still, shaped like a wooden carving until late at night...

Two cloaked men flashed out from the small door of the backyard of Yang's mansion again, peeping left and right at no one, quickly sinking into the darkness, and the dark alley returned to peace.

More than ten armored soldiers appeared from the darkness, breaking the peace, and the leader was Wu Zhui.

Wu chased Yang Mansion, then looked at the place where the figure of the Dou Peng Man disappeared, and smiled coldly: "I think the White Wolf Army is gone, and I dare to appear in Xiangping City again and again. Let's see where you escape today!" With a wave of his hand, he led the soldiers to chase the figure of the Dou Peng Man.

After a while, the steps ahead were mixed, and the fire was shining. The patrol soldiers came with a cloak and reported to Wu Zhui from afar: "Report to Wu cavalry general, only one person was captured, and the other person was missing."

Wu Zhui asked urgently: "Did the person you are holding wear a copper mask?"

“That’s right.”

"Very good, just take the master, just let's run away." Wu Zhui led the soldiers to meet him, and indeed saw a man in a cloak and dejected man being locked by patrol soldiers.

Wu Zhui rubbed his hands excitedly: "Raise his head."

Two soldiers rushed forward and pulled off the cloak, revealing a man wearing a copper mask.

"You bastard is enough to make trouble! Today I will teach you to fall into my hands..." Wu Zhui stretched out his hand and pulled down his mask. This was an ordinary face. I was thrown into the crowd. I am afraid that no one would take a look. If the postman in the inn saw it, he would definitely recognize that this person was the attendant of a mysterious visitor when the Marquis of Liaodong gathered guests from all over the world. Unfortunately, no one knew Wu Zhui and his party, and they thought they had caught a big fish and were escorted away in high spirits.

In the darkness, a pair of cold wolf eyes stared at Wu Zhui and his party away... (To be continued) r655
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