The royal court in the northern desert is shrouded in the snow and ice, and thick ice is formed by the lake Besteng outside the royal city.

The king's tent, the butter torch as thick as his arm, was still squirting flames. The wide tent was bright, and a two-foot-high stove was placed in the middle of the tent. The copper pot was steaming, and the fragrance of butter tea was emitted. The big tent was a little empty. The originally soft carpet was replaced with thick wolf skin made of nitrogen, the tapestries embroidery on the tent were sold, and the gold and silver utensils containing wine and meat on the table were replaced with military armor and food. The king's tent looked a little shabby.

Two rows of short-legged carved wooden tables were piled with beef and mutton. At this time, white oil was condensed, and the horse milk wine in the cup was gone, and the quarrels of men sitting cross-legged at the table became more and more intense.

"...If Liman Khan hadn't forced the Satu tribe to move south to the Raena Valley for grazing, how could the Zheng army have abducted the Padie tribe? Lian Xuannaifu, the two major members of Badie, went north and refused to listen to the call. Some small tribes were also worried and intended to wait and see. This was caused by Liman Khan. Saint, Liman Khan had to punish the overall situation of the grassland for his own selfishness, otherwise he would not be able to convince the public." Subnaying widened his eyes and shouted.

"No," "The news that the Badai tribe was destroyed yesterday came. The Bute tribe and the Yashari tribe all used the excuse to go out to graze and took their tribes out of the royal court."...

The Right Xian Wang Qianmeng said: "Li Mankhan is also trying to gather strength to deal with the Zheng army. Although there is a small mistake, he will lead his army to fight against the Zheng army first."

"The Right Xian King is right. When the enemy is in front of us, we must work together and no longer be intrigue." The Left Grand Commander Hutun said, he was from the Liman faction, so he naturally had to speak to this side.

"It was clearly Li Manhan who secretly used his skills to destroy unity, and he also said hypocritically that he worked together, and the thief called for catching the thief." Left general Lan Xutao cursed bitterly.

A new round of verbal war began again. Tizhu held butter tea in her hand, and her heart gradually became cold like a cup of tea. For thousands of years, the grassland tribe has never encountered the crisis of genocide, but his two brothers and uncles are still quarreling over the power in their hands. This time, the warriors must not hand over the warriors to their hands.

Throwing the wooden cup onto the table heavily, Tizhu said coldly: "Today, everyone is summoned to discuss how to deal with Zheng Jun, not to let you attack each other. You really have the ability, don't yell in the tent, and take down Zhenbei City."

After Tizhu became a saint, she became more and more majestic with the support of the Dharma King. Many tribes were full of favor for this saint who was kind and sincerely caring for the people of the grassland, which made the calls for the saint Tizhu to become a female khan in the grassland.

Seeing the Holy Maiden, everyone did not dare to say anything, and stared at the cold beef and mutton. After a long quarreling, they were a little hungry. Someone called the maid to change into hot wine and cut the meat with a knife.

Tizhu couldn't hide her disappointment. The Zheng army was in a siege. The less than 600,000 grassland warriors gathered in the Wangting area, and there were insufficient weapons and supplies. These people did not think about how to deal with the enemy, but wanted to annex the small tribes and expand their own power. In their opinion, the Zheng army could not stay on the grassland for a long time. If they could not resist the enemy, they would hide deep into the grassland. When the Zheng army retreated, they would come back again. However, they did not think that after the grassland was combed by the Zheng army, where would cattle and sheep be grazed? Without water plants, the number of cattle and sheep was greatly reduced. The old and young in the tribe would starve to death. Those small tribes

Luo was either annexed by the large tribe and would become a wolf horse thief on the grassland. The grassland was severely damaged and could not recover for more than a hundred years. If he could no longer go south, he might become a vassal of Zheng State and raising horses for the Zheng people.

"Brother, how do you think you should fight?" Tizhu asked, looking at Kunbo, who was sitting on the right.

Kunbo threw away the flesh and bones in his hand and shouted: "When the wolves come, they will be welcomed by arrows. If the Zheng people want to seize the grassland, the warriors will naturally not agree. Don't look at the many soldiers of Zheng, I, Kunbo, can drive them out of the grassland with only 200,000 warriors."

Li Man sat opposite Kunbo and sneered coldly: "Brother, you have almost 200,000 under your command. The number of people in the short term and I will join you. Let me leave the matter of facing Zhengren to you."

Kunbo pointed to Li Man and cursed: "When Father Khan was alive, the Zheng people surrendered to our horses' hooves and sent people to send gifts to seek peace every year. If it weren't for your turmoil and turmoil, it wouldn't be the Zheng people's turn to go to the grassland to act as a mighty and forcing us to grazing peacefully."

"Brother, you're so unreasonable. Who was anxious to be a big khan when his father Khan left and brought his troops to the royal court." Liman responded without showing any weakness: "You clearly want to seize the Khan throne and annex other tribes. How can I let you succeed? If you say that today's situation is probably due to you."

Seeing the quarrel start again, Tizhu tapped the table and said, "Second brother, tell me how to fight Zheng Jun."

"My brother and I have different views. Zheng people are powerful and head-on will only suffer losses." Li Man waved his hand and said, "Since the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, we have never stopped fighting with the Zheng army and have not gained the upper hand. This time, the Badai army suffered losses, and our strength declined and our morale was sluggish. The more we could not fight against the Zheng army. In my opinion, avoid the edge and lure them into depth. The Zheng army's supply naturally has difficulty in residing, and then take the opportunity to rob its supply or choose a favorable terrain to annihilate one of them. At that time, the enemy will be eliminated and we will rise, so that the Zheng people can be driven out of the grassland."

Many people in the seat nodded. Liman's method is indeed more secure than Kunbo's simple battle. Tizhu said: "The intelligence said that the Zheng people prepared a large amount of supplies, and this time it is very likely to be a long-term battle. If they adopt a step-by-step approach to build cities along the way and build fortifications, how should they deal with it?"

The Right Xian Wang Qianmeng smiled and said, "The saint is too worried. The grassland is vast and boundless. Even if a million Zheng troops are on the grassland, they are just like a few clusters of mushrooms from the grassland. There are no big trees or stones on the grassland. No matter how many materials the Zheng people have prepared, how many cities can be built on the grassland and how many fortifications can be built on the grassland? Our army is mobile and flexible and familiar with the terrain. There is no need to confront the Zheng army head-on. You might as well learn to eat wolves and bite off a piece of meat while they are unprepared. As long as the weather turns colder and there is no need to fight, the Zheng people will freeze to death on the grassland."

Subna Yingshuang frowned and said, "Youxian King said it is reasonable, but I am afraid that our own supplies will be exhausted before driving away the Zheng people. Those small tribes are also worried that they will be driven and annexed. If the Zheng people give some benefits to win over, the power division will be difficult to pose a threat to the Zheng army. The Zheng army is familiar with the terrain under the leadership of the surrender tribes. The longer it drags on, it will be detrimental to us."

"Zuo Juqu said it's right." Tizhu stood up, and the pearl in the earrings flashed in the fire, making her face look more and more beautiful. The young wolf rider guarding around the tent showed thoughts in his eyes, and Atina, the chief of the Golden Wolf Thousand Rider, was even more intoxicated, staring at Tizhu's every move with decent eyes.

Tizhu walked slowly to the copper stove in the middle of the tent, reached out to bake on the stove, and said firmly: "No matter how you beat it, people's hearts must not be dispersed. The Dharma King sent someone to send me a letter saying that he prepared some gifts for the people of the grassland and arrived soon, everyone should wait patiently for the Dharma Drive."

The people of the desert believe in the Sadu religion, and believe in all things in nature, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, water, volcano, mountains, rivers, and even animals and plants. The highest sect of the Sadu religion is the Dharma King, and according to the level of spiritual communication, there are four masters, eight masters, eighteen venerables, and many attendants and practitioners. They walk on the grassland and various tribes to spread the great teachings, which is the cornerstone of the Sadu religion.

Contemporary Dharma King Badowje preached on the grassland for more than 30 years, walking all over the desert. He was praised as "Badowje" (a broad and selfless person) by the presiding Dharma King, and carefully taught him the Dharma. Twenty years later, the old Dharma King returned to the west, and Badowje became a new generation of Dharma King. After Badowje succeeded to the Dharma King, he strengthened contact with the secular royal court, sent the Venerable to use it for the royal court, and used the power of the royal court to preach in the desert folk. At the same time, he recruited high-quality psychics from the desert cavalry as the religious crowd. The Venerable Fu Ying was once the Golden Wolf Army.

Before Wu Shi died, he had a premonition that his two sons would split the grasslands, so he handed over the Golden Wolf Army to his daughter Tizhu, and asked Tizhu to invite the Qing Badorje Dharma King to take charge of the royal court. Of course, Wu Shi was also afraid that the Dharma King would take the opportunity to replace the Khan with his religion and replace the secular Khan power, but compared with the two harms of splitting the grassland, he could only hope that the Dharma King would be broad and selfless as his name was.

Tizhu obeyed the orders and invited the Dharma King to preside over the funeral of his father Khan, and built a three-story temple on Mount Miyin, six miles north of the royal court to worship the Dharma King. This move really came into effect. Small tribes all attached themselves, and Kunbo and Liman dared not violate the divine will and fought rashly. In order to further strengthen the control of the grassland tribe, Tizhu voluntarily never married into the Sadu Sect for life, and closely combined the Khan power with the divine power, becoming the strongest voice on the grassland. Immediately afterwards, Tizhu announced that she would pass the Khan throne to her nephews, causing the king's chiefs, thus eliminating the most direct conflict and postponing the conflict.

However, in the face of the Zheng army's embarrassment, the hidden conflicts exploded again. The two brothers each had their own opinions, and different tribes had different intentions, and the effect of Tizhu's forced suppression became worse and worse. After the news that Badai's tribe was wiped out by the Zheng army, Wang Ting immediately felt like he had a honeycomb. On that day, two small tribes took the opportunity to leave.

Tizhu went to the sacred mountain overnight to pay homage to the Dharma King Badorje. After hearing her confession, the Dharma King was silent for a while and said, "Saint Maiden, the grassland is a place where immortality is given to the people of the Desert people to reproduce and prosper. The Sadu Cult worships the Heaven of Eternity and acts in accordance with the will of the Heaven of Eternity. Badu Cult is also a Desert. All believers of the Sadu Cult are Desert people, so naturally they will not see the grassland falling into the hands of the Zheng people. Sadu Cult, go back, tomorrow when the moon rises to the top of the royal court's golden tent, I will bring three gifts to the tent. The Sadu Cult will fight against the Zheng army with the people of the Desert."

The golden moon rose to the sky and spread the light to the grassland. Tizhu led the people in the golden tent to the outside of the tent to welcome the Dharma King. A long line was winding towards the sacred mountain, and the Dharma King was coming at the time.
Chapter completed!