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Chapter 172 Who is a qualified politician!(2/2)

The bodies slowly drifted in the river and finally gathered in a return bay. The bodies accumulated more and more. Under the action of the water flow, they piled up layer by layer, and finally became a dam that blocked the flow of the river...

Some herders in the lower reaches of the Sanggan River who were lucky enough not to be caught by the Jianzhou people saw this scene and all raised their hands sadly and prayed to Changshengtian.

This is the land of the Mongols, but there are two armies that are not Mongolians fighting on the land of the Mongols.

They fought hard, but the Mongolians were bleeding.

As we flow up the Sanggan River, the river water gradually becomes clear and sweet, and the grass separates the smoke from the blood from sight.

On a high platform, a beautiful Mongolian girl who can sing and danced the freshly cooked hand-held meat, lamb tail, and horse milk wine in the most beautiful appearance on a plate made of gold, looking forward to the distinguished guests to taste it.

On another high platform close to you, there are also beautiful Han girls who pack various unique foods from the Han family in exquisite porcelain, waiting for their county magnificent display to the people of Jianzhou.

Of course, the most important thing is a huge black iron pot with steam in it. A strong man with a naked upper body is kneading the dough hard on the chopping board next to him.

Only the dough made from this strong man tanned oil is chewy enough. The noodles made by the little woman are soft and have no sense of power.

Yun Zhao was wearing iron armor, with a layer of chain mail under the iron armor and a layer of soft armor under the chain mail!

This made him walk like a reckless man, without the temperament of a Central Plains figure Hua Tianbao.

On the contrary, Dorgon only wore a royal blue collarless gown, with beautiful mountain and sea patterns embroidered at the hem of the gown.

A folding fan was shaking in his hand, and a thick black braid was hanging behind his head. He would occasionally shake his head, and the braid would twist like a snake, making him indescribable and charming.

Two hundred tall and tough men in black stood under Yun Zhao's platform, one by one, one by one, glared at the two hundred Jianzhou people under the platform opposite.

A magnificent Goshha came to Yun Zhao's side and personally searched Yun Zhao's whole body to confirm that he did not carry a firearm except for the more armor he had.

Yun Zhao smiled and slowly walked up to the platform.
Chapter completed!
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