The little prince Mahara was very relaxed. After his army arrived, he only ordered the Black Mountain to be surrounded, but did not immediately launch an attack on Black Mountain.

But the people on Black Mountain were not at ease. When they saw the arrival of each other's army, everyone's hearts were covered with a layer of haze.

It was estimated that the little prince's troops should be about 30,000, plus the Zhula tribe, at most 40,000. However, after the arrival of Mahara's main legion today, Gulaqin discovered that the little prince's main legion had absolutely more than 30,000 troops, and even joined the vanguard legion, the force even exceeded 40,000, which was more than 10,000 more than expected.

Although this army is mixed with herders from many tribes in the Qingluo Prairie, its number is much higher than that of Gulaqin.

Gulaqin's troops at the three peaks of Heishan Mountain are less than 14,000, and there are heavy casualties. Although the Maha Kyusang and the Zhula tribes have also suffered considerable losses, after the arrival of the main legion, their total number of troops is still around 50,000.

Among them, there is also the powerful Imperial Guard.

Zhuo Yanlun took a deep breath, approached Maha Hidden, and whispered: "Big Prince, Mahara is going to trap us here!"

"I know." At this moment, Mahazang's expression was still calm: "It seems that I underestimated Mahara. He could actually judge that I was guarding the Right Wing Peak!"

"The eldest prince thinks he has confirmed your location?"

Mahazang touched his rough beard and said, "I might have made a mistake." He sat down slowly, "If it were him, he might have had the same judgment. The three peaks of the Black Mountain, the Eagle Head Peak is in the middle, and it is the most important among the three peaks, so it must have to withstand the most fierce attack. The Left-Bird Peak is located in the southern section. The Jura tribe comes from the south, and the first one to bear the brunt is the Left-Bird Peak. The Left-Bird Peak is also expected to be attacked by the Jura people. In comparison, among the three peaks, the Right-Bird Peak may face the least pressure. Mahara may have judged that I will definitely stay at the Right-Bird Peak... He did not make a mistake in his judgment!"

"Why didn't they launch an attack?" Zhuo Yanlun said in confusion.

"Morani!" Mahazang sneered: "He wants to cool down the blood of our Gulaqin warriors." He was about to go to the endless enemy troops at the foot of the mountain and said lightly: "He wants to show his ability in front of me... The least price to make me surrender is his greatest wish!"

Zhuo Yanlun did not ask again, and Chu Huan could understand the meaning of Mahazang's words.

Indeed, Mahara had heavy troops in his hand. If he launched an attack on Montenegro at this time, he might be able to capture Montenegro with his strong military strength. However, at this moment, Gulaqin people were still tense. Once the enemy attacked, they would definitely fight to the death. Even if Mahara's army really put the flag on the top of the mountain, the price they paid would be extremely tragic.

But he did not launch an attack now, but instead made Gulaqin feel uneasy. If he kept siege and not hitting the opponent, Gulaqin's tense spirit would sooner or later collapse.

"Big Prince, it seems that our Gulaqin is in danger this time." At this time, Zhuo Yanlun had to face the reality and whispered: "After it's dark, I will mobilize people to observe the weak areas of the enemy. The eldest prince will lead people to break out!"

"Break through?" Mahazang suddenly laughed, "Zhuo Yanlun, do you think this prince will leave you alone?"

"Zhuo Yanlun has no intention." Zhuo Yanlun shook his head and said, "But now, the eldest prince has a noble status..."

Mahazang shook his head and said, "I know you thought you were going to lose, but you were wrong." A trace of spirit flashed deep in his eyes, "Zhuo Yanlun, everything has just begun. When Mahara comes here, don't think about leaving alive!"

His voice seemed a bit confident, but Zhuo Yanlun behind him disagreed.

In this case, if you can escape unstoppably, you have to beg God for blessing. There is no need to say that you can turn defeat into victory and kill Mahara. He only felt that Mahazang was just a heroic word and could not be true.

On this day, until dark, the enemy did not dispatch one army or another to attack. After dark, each peak felt that the enemy was likely to attack at night, and they were all ready to be vigilant.

Around Montenegro, there were bonfires and the enemy was laughing and laughing, which seemed extremely lively. Gulaqin people on the mountain could even see soldiers dancing and having fun by the enemy's bonfires.

Although they saw that the enemy had no intention of attacking, the Gulaqin people did not dare to take it lightly. They stood up until midnight, and suddenly several teams of troops emerged from the opponent's formation. The Gulaqin people only thought that the enemy began to attack, and were all cheering up and preparing to fight to the death, but they only saw that the teams sent by the opponent were very rare. These teams of troops rushed to the three peaks of the Black Mountain, and arrived at the foot of the mountain and protected them with shields. They began to shout loudly, but they persuaded the Gulaqin people on the mountain to put down their weapons and surrender, promising that as long as they put down their weapons, they could not blame them.

The lines of these people who sent out to shout were exactly the same, and they were the same. They were moved with emotion and reason, claiming that Mahazang was at the end of a poor crossbow. If he followed, he would just die for nothing. After his death, he would be scolded by descendants of Xiliang and would not be named as a warrior. He also mentioned that if he resisted stubbornly, he would also implicate his family after death. At that time, even his family would be punished for treason and would not be buried in death.

The arrows were occasionally shot down on the mountain, and they were all caught by the shield.

Although the enemy did not attack this night, they would send people out to shout almost every other hour.

By the next day, most Gulaqin people stayed up all night and were a little tired. They wanted to close their eyes and rest for a while, but who knew that the enemy's war drum suddenly sounded. Gulaqin people hurriedly prepared for the war. Seeing the enemy's messengers running back and forth at the foot of the mountain, they thought the other party was going to start the attack. After a long time of trouble, the other party still just sent people to shout.

After another day, most of the Gulaqin people were exhausted, and the enemy beat drums and shouted from time to time to disturb Gulaqin people. Gulaqin people wanted to rest well, but every time the drum sounded, they were worried that the enemy would launch an attack, and they would never get a good rest. Although after every drum, no one could see the opponent really attack, but no one dared to be sure which time the opponent would really attack, and they never dared to take it lightly. The enemy at the foot of the mountain seemed very relaxed, while the Gulaqin people on the mountain were always tense.

Chu Huan saw it and knew that Mahara was purely a psychological warfare.

There is no doubt that the previous battle made Mahara already understand Gulaqin's resistance, and he naturally understood that if he continued to attack, more blood would only flow.

Thousands of Tarik warriors have already corpsed on Montenegro. Such sacrifices are probably difficult for Mahara to accept. In order to reduce losses, this psychological tactic is used.

Although this will not solve the battle quickly, and tens of thousands of people will consume a large amount of money every day, holding on for one more day will add more pressure to Gulaqin's psychology, which will eventually lead to collapse.

Chu Huan not only saw fatigue on Gulaqin's face, but also felt restless.

Gulaqin was suffering, which lasted for three days. Several times in the middle, the enemy army came to charge towards Montenegro. When Gulaqin was about to fight, the opponent suddenly turned around and returned to the original formation.

More and more people are becoming anxious and irritable, and they are unable to wake up after being tired and even some people are sleeping.

Zhuo Yanlun's face became more and more ugly day by day. After a few days, Mahazang seemed to be becoming more and more calm. At dusk, he suddenly asked Chu Huan beside him: "Brother, do you think Qu Lujin and the others have started attacking?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, they have launched an attack!" Chu Huan looked at the setting sun: "If everything goes well, Mahara might get the news soon." He turned to look at Mahazang and asked, "Great Prince, I am frank, now it seems that the opponent's troops are more powerful than I imagined. In the past few days, the morale of the soldiers on the mountain has been greatly reduced. Even if they get the news and draw troops back to help, the remaining troops will probably not be able to resist the Black Mountain."

Mahazang looked at Chu Huan and laughed. He was not tired, but he looked very energetic. "As long as they draw people away, we will be more confident... It's time, it's time..." He muttered that it was time, and Chu Huan frowned, not understanding what the so-called "time" meant by him.

Chu Huan's prediction was not wrong. Mahara had already received the military newspaper at this time. More than a dozen patriarchs who came from the Qingluo Prairie were in a panic at this time, and they were still in shock and cried in Mahara's tent.

"Little Prince, they suddenly appeared like ghosts, killing people when they see them, and burning tents when they see them." A surviving patriarch cried: "If I hadn't walked fast, I would have died under their sabre!"

"Little Prince, send troops back to the rescue. If it is too late, countless tribes will still be victimized."

Mahala leaned against the chair, his face looked a little ugly. His figure was slightly shorter than Mahazang, but he was very strong. He had a tiger back and a bear waist, his eyes were like copper bells, big earrings hung on both ears, thick lips, and although his eyes were large, his pupils looked very small in his big eyes, which looked tricky and spicy.

"How many people are there?"

"Thousands of men...!"

"No, there are tens of thousands of people!" Someone immediately retorted next to him, "Little Prince, their people are overwhelming, and they can't count them, at least tens of thousands of people."

"Ten Thousands of people?" A man next to him said with a sad face: "More than ten thousand people, I only saw their cavalry everywhere, and their men and horses were already spread throughout the Qingluo prairie...!"

Mahara snorted coldly and said, "Ten Thousands of People? I ask you, where did Mahazang come from? Where did he call out from?" Scan the clan leader, "And it's cavalry. Even if he really secretly drew the Gulaqin cavalry to attack the Qingluo Prairie, where did tens of thousands of cavalry come from? Gulaqin cannot have so many war horses, and even less likely to have so many elite cavalry. And if it were such a huge cavalry, why did this prince know nothing when they entered the Qingluo Prairie? Such a huge cavalry legion could not slip past my eyes quietly...!"

The clan leaders were full of worries. Until now, no one could tell how many cavalrymen had poured into the Qingluo prairie. Everyone only knew that the group of cavalry came and went without a trace, only burned and killed, not robbed.

"Where are your men?" Mahara frowned and said, "As the tribe's patriarch, they all fled in a panic. Where are your soldiers? Why are they all like stray dogs?"

"Little Prince, where do we have many soldiers?" A patriarch said helplessly: "If you can fight, you either enter the guard or follow the Qin State. The rest will follow the little prince to conquer Gulaqin. But I know that Mahazang is so cunning, and he will send troops to attack us while we are empty."

The Qingluo Prairie is the territory of the Maha tribe. The large and small tribes of the Qingluo Prairie are also branches of the Maha tribe. The soldiers of Babaitu and Tarik Guards are almost all warriors from the tribes of the Qingluo Prairie. Except for some who followed Xiao Tianwen to Qin, most of the Qingluo Prairie who were good at fighting have followed Mahara to the bottom of the Black Mountain.

At this moment, a report came from outside the tent, "Report that Zhulalishe, the head of the Zhula tribe, asked to see the little prince!"

Mahara raised his hand and said, "Let him come in!"

Soon, accompanied by sobs, a thin old man over fifty years old had already entered the tent, and burst into tears: "Little Prince, Mahazang took advantage of the empty troops of my Heishui River and sent 30,000 cavalry to attack the banks of the Heishui River. More than a dozen tribes on the banks of my Heishui River were burned and killed. I beg the little prince to draw troops and return to help with my Zhula tribe!"

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