Villain: Rule Mobei and become a genius?

Jia Xu's words made Zhao Zheng look thoughtful.

After staying here for such a long time, he also understood the division of power in the entire Mobei.

The Zhelan Royal Court mentioned by Jia Xu just now is one of the eight golden tribes in Mobei.

Wang Ting is the regional honorific name for the eight golden tribes.

Every golden tribe has inheritance and history.

It is said that 1000 years ago, a hero of Mobei was born, swept across the grassland, and unified all the tribes.

At that time, there were eight most powerful tribes under his command. After generations of changes, the descendants of that hero died in several battles. However, the eight tribes that originally followed that hero on the grassland have gained a firm foothold.

This is the origin of the eight golden tribes.

The Zhelan Royal Court is the only golden tribe in the southern part of Mobei.

Have fifty thousand cavalry! They are all elite, proficient in riding and shooting.

Fierce and unusual.

"What are you looking for me for?"

"You will be asked to participate in the discussions at the Zhelan Royal Court in fifteen days." After saying this, Jia Xu shook his head and whispered: "Your Highness, I have inquired, and generally the Zhelan Royal Court will not care about the strife of these small tribes. Let alone convene a tribal meeting, I guess most of them are here for you."

"Oh? This is interesting. I just want to see what the royal court in Mobei looks like. Just in time!"

Zhao Zheng said leisurely.

What Jia Xu said must be correct.

Zhao Zheng had already guessed when he started trading that he would feel comfortable doing this, but other tribes who relied on plundering caravans would definitely be dissatisfied.

But it doesn't matter, what is he here for? He came here to unify Mobei.

Even if the other party doesn't look for you, he will bring someone to the door.

This time, let’s think of it as exploring the path.

"Yue Fei, please step up your training. There should be a tough battle in half a month!"

Zhao Zheng stood up and chuckled.

Fifty thousand elite cavalry, if you kill them all, you might become an immortal instantly. It’s exciting to think about it.

But just think about it.

Following Zhao Zheng's instructions, the entire Tiefutu's eight thousand cavalry began intensive training.

Of course, Zhao Zheng is not the kind of person who just lets the horse run without giving it any grass.

When you train a lot, you naturally have to improve your diet.

Zhao Zheng really didn't feel bad about this at all.

Looking at the crowded military camp, Zhao Zheng nodded slightly. One thing he had to admit was that Mobei's individual quality was indeed strong enough.

According to his imagination, both humans and horses would be unable to bear the 150-pound weight for the first time, but the situation in front of him was completely different.

Except for some slow movements at the beginning, most people are now almost able to perform chopping, slashing, and stabbing movements.

"A born warrior!"

After hearing what Zhao Zheng said, Jia Xu agreed very much.

Being in Mobei, he knew the physical quality of the people here. It could be said that they were born with heavy armor cavalry. At the same time, he lamented that Zhao Zheng had a vicious vision.

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at the same time.

South of Mobei, Sana River.

This is the mother river of the entire Mobei.

Zhelan Royal Court is on the top of a hill not far away, occupying the most prime location nearby.

It is adjacent to the northern part of Mobei to the west.

There are more than 1 tents in a row, and the area is dark, like dark clouds.

In the center, under the sunlight, a large golden-domed tent shines brightly.

Wolf-headed flags were flying all around, and warriors from the Zhelan tribe were stationed at every opening.

The golden-domed tent is the tent of King Zhelan.

in the account.

Eight or nine people gathered together, chattering.

These people are the leaders of various tribes in southern Mobei.

Originally there were three medium tribes and twelve small tribes.

Since Zhao Zheng came to Mobei, he first slaughtered the Tamu tribe, then merged with Suoluotu, took over Tuoba, and wiped out four small tribes.

Most of the twelve small tribes were devoured or slaughtered by him.

This is not the most critical thing. The most critical thing is that Zhao Zheng opened a trade platform, which caused some of the tribes who relied on robbing caravans to lose their source of income. The three medium-sized tribes were also affected.

Originally, those businessmen would give them money to seek shelter, but now that they don't pass through your territory, why should they pay you any fees?

Frightened by Zhao Zheng's fierce power, they did not dare to rush to the door, so they could only come to Zhelan Palace to complain.

Whoa!

The leather door was pushed open.

A strong man with black mustache wearing a snow-white coat walked in.

In an instant, everyone shut up and retreated to both sides.

When the big man reached the middle position, many tribal leaders knelt on one knee.

"The noble King Zhelan is well!"

"Get up!"

That big man is the Zhelan King of this generation. As kings of the royal court, they have no name, only this title.

"You have really embarrassed Mobei. You were so frightened by a deposed prince from the Central Plains that you came to this king." King Zhelan looked at these tribal leaders with disdain and showed no mercy in his words.

"Honorable King Zhelan, we don't want to either, but that Zhao Zheng is too cruel."

The leader of the Dongji tribe argued.

Bang!

A golden cup instantly hit his head, causing blood to burst out.

"Soldiers in Mobei never need excuses. Your cowardice is cowardice." King Zhelan stood up and cursed loudly.

Several tribal leaders were scolded speechless.

"Hmph, look at how you look, you don't even look like a warrior from Mobei."

After scolding King Zhelan, he turned around and sat down.

"I have asked him to come here in half a month. When you all come over, I will let him know that he, a Central Plains man, is not worthy of establishing a tribe on the land of Mobei."

"Thank you, King Zhelan!" Several tribal leaders thanked him loudly.

King Zhelan waved his hand, and they were led out by the royal guards.

He is the only golden tribe in the southern part of Mobei.

So those small tribes naturally regarded King Zhelan as the leader of the south.

When something important happens, they will almost come to the royal court immediately.

After they left, a giant over three meters tall and a 1.5-meter dwarf came in.

These two eccentric characters make a strange combination.

"Your Majesty, are those tribes talking about deposing the prince again?"

The dwarf looks gloomy and his name is Song Wanle. Although he is short in stature, he has a high status in the Zhelan tribe and is a close confidant of King Zhelan.

"Yes, they have been scared out of their wits by the deposed prince, and they don't have the courage of a prairie warrior."

"Your Majesty, calm down and they can have a little fight." Song Wanle picked up the golden cup on the ground and put it on the table with a smile. His whole face wrinkled up when he laughed.

"This Zhao Zheng, have you heard of him before when you were in Song Dynasty?" King Zhelan poured a cup of kumiss and drank it in one gulp.

"No, I have never heard of it at all. The emperor of the Song Dynasty is just a idiot, and his son is almost the same. He only knows how to eat, drink and have fun." When Song Wanle said the word "Song Kingdom", there was hatred in his eyes.

He is from Song Dynasty.

Ten years ago, he won the favor of entering the palace to meet the saint by virtue of his first place in the liberal arts examination.

He thought that Zhao Gou was a sage king who didn't care about appearance but only strength.

As a result, when I entered the main hall, I was surrounded by the sarcastic voices of the Gong Gong princes in the court before I even opened my mouth.

In anger, he left the Song Dynasty, joined Mobei, took refuge in King Zhelan, became his adviser, and changed his name to Song Wanle, hoping to one day lead the Mobei army to invade the Song Dynasty.

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