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Chapter Sixty-One

Time passed by minute by minute, and gradually, dark clouds piled up. As soon as the hour passed, dark clouds covered the originally bright moon tightly. The night was as dark as ink, and the vision was extremely poor.

In the tent of the rebel camp of Xiqiang King of the side land, the side land and his confidant Mo Dake sat together, drinking horse milk wine and eating roasted lamb happily.

At this moment, a tall man with a bright red blood on his forehead stepped in.

Seeing Riwo Buji come in, he hurriedly said, "Riwo Buji, has that little slave gone to find Chen Ying's son?"

The name Riwobuji sounds very strange, but it looks a bit like a Tubo person. In fact, he is a Qiang person of purebred blood. Riwobuji means Dashan in Qiang language, while Ji means a child. His name means a child in Dashan.

Of course, the Qiang people do not have their own words. They are pronounced in Qiang and are directly transliterated in Chinese.

Riwobuji smiled with a ferocious smile on his face: "That bastard went to the Tang Army camp in half an hour, and he has not seen it yet!"

The sideline said calmly: "Strictly monitor the Tang camp, and any movement will be reported truthfully."

"As for orders, my king!"

It turned out that the family business that the people in the side were reluctant to let go of the family business that they had finally accumulated. In fact, even if he was not talking about the people in the side, he would not let him run away in such a shame. Mo Dake knew very well that the Tang Dynasty was too big and they were too weak, and if they continued to fight for a long time, they would inevitably suffer losses.

However, the high-ranking officials and nobles in the Tang Dynasty wanted Chen Ying to die, and had promised that as long as he killed Chen Ying, he would be able to plead with His Majesty the Emperor and allow him to surrender. Of course, in the end, the killing of the people would definitely be necessary to calm the public's anger.

Mo Dake is the right-hand man who is on the sidelines, but in fact they are not all along the way. Mo Dake’s biggest goal is to be a rich man in Chang'an City and marry a few wives and concubines.

Seeing that the side of the company was reluctant to let go of the money, Mo Dake suggested to the side of the company, using his banner, pretending to leave the brigade and escape, and attracting Chen Ying to pursue him.

The only road to Mapan County from Shizhou is Bailong Valley. This Tanlong Valley, which is more than 30 miles long, was originally the river channel of the Bailong River. After the earthquake, the mountains and rivers moved, and the stones and mud rolled down from the mountain breaks not only forced the Bailong River to divert the route, but also formed a damming lake called Qingshui Lake upstream. This dry river channel became Bailong Valley.

Although Bailong Valley is a valley, if you just dig up the clear water lake embankment, the lake water will roll down along Bailong Valley. As long as Chen Ying dares to enter Bailong Valley, he will never be able to gain vitality.

Mo Dada said ridiculously: "The bait has been sprinkled. Now I just need to wait for Chen Ying's son to fall into the trap."

"Chen Ying'er won a lucky victory today and would definitely be proud. He never thought that White Dragon Valley was the bone burial place that I prepared for him!"

He laughed at the sky and laughed.

Mo Dake fell to the ground with the flow, bowed and shouted, "The King is wise."

The sidekick said: "It's getting late, so it's time to prepare!"

"Abide by the order!" Mo Dake walked to the corner of the tent and pulled out a man who had shrunk into a ball. The man's body trembled like a sieve and howled shrillly: "Good king, spare my life, please spare my life..."

Under the light, the man was actually 70% or 80% similar to the other side. His face was like a knife and an axe, and his eyes were also yellow, but he was too weak in his momentum.

The man looked at the man arrogantly and said, "As long as you are obedient, you can live well!"

This man is named Rigu Dezi, and he is a slave of the Baima Qiang tribe. If his name is translated into Chinese, it means Dashi Baozi.

Rigu Dezi kowtowed like pounding garlic: "Xiaodi has already listened to the king!"

"Just be obedient!"

He shouted at the women in the tent, "Don't you give it to him quickly and change the clothes for the king!"

Several women who were stolen by others were already tortured by others and had no temper. Hearing this, he quickly stepped forward to change his clothes for Higu Deko.

After a while, Rigu Dezi put on a battle robe with a lion embroidered on the side, light purple armor on top and dark at the bottom, and a squid decorative zipper, wearing a gilded waist knife, and a row of white eagle feather arrows behind him, hanging a hard bow slanted, and majestic at the end.

Looking at this and the Dezi of Rigu, I was a little lost in a moment. I put on my own clothes and armor, which made me feel like I looked in the mirror. I murmured: "I really doubt whether you are my father's species..."

Mo Dake pushed this Rigu Dezi.

"It's time for the king to move!"

Rigu Dezi shivered in fear and couldn't take any steps.

Mo Dake quickly dragged Rigu Dezi on the side, walked to the tall war horses in a district outside the tent, and supported the "side-by-side" and walked out of the camp.

More than 2,000 Qiang wolf soldiers had already prepared, each wearing armor and swords, ready to go.

Deko Hiya wanted to pretend to be very imposing: "The army came out..."

Before the pronunciation of the word "fa" was opened, Deko Hiya's eyes met the other side, which scared him so much that he quickly swallowed the words behind him.

...

"This is what I hear from my own ear!" Wang Xiugu said in a crying voice: "The old thief is now cleaning up the fine and soft things, and the entire camp is in panic. The general will send someone to find out!"

"Oh!" Chen Yingmo took up his rice bowl without caring and kept squeezing rice into his mouth.

Seeing that Chen Ying didn't take this matter to heart at all, Tang Liuniang was so anxious that she stamped her feet.

"General Chen, what are you doing?"

"Eat!" Chen Ying glanced at Tang Liuniang: "I can't even feel at ease when I have a meal!"

Tang Liuniang pouted her little mouth and said unhappy: "What else can I have to eat now? Hurry up and order all the troops to kill all the rebels!"

"It's neither big nor small, you don't need to teach me how to do things!" Chen Ying put the bowl heavily on the table and said coldly: "Now let me go out, don't disturb me for dinner!"

"you……"

Tang Liuniang was just about to pull the corner of Chen Ying's clothes, but she saw a cold light flashing in front of her face. A Chen Ying's personal guard pushed the horizontal knife in front of her.

"Let's go!"

Tang Liuniang pulled Wang Xiugu out of the tent in anger.

Chen Ying seemed to have not seen Tang Liuniang, and was eating silently.

In fact, Chen Ying was not indifferent, but he was also very helpless. Now the soldiers had just lie down to rest and forcefully marching to squeeze out the physical strength of the soldiers. At this time, if they rashly tossed the soldiers, they would not complain, and they would delay the soldiers' rest and restore their physical strength.

Wei Wenzhong said with a worried look: "General Chen, if the place where the place is around is gone? Then..."

"I understand the problem you mentioned, but..."

Chen Ying put down the bowls and chopsticks, looked at Wei Wenzhong and said, "Don't worry now, go and instruct Zhang Shigui's troops to closely monitor the camps in the neighboring enterprises and land every quarter of an hour, report back all the problems found."

“Abide by the order!
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