Raised cubs want to usurp my position?

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On the third day after arriving in Mengbian, Lu Xun encountered the last Turkic charge against Khitan. The day was full of gunpowder and smoke, and the battle flags licked by the flames of the overthrown tents were flying in the wind. The sword brushed against the flames that were burning against the wind, and the fire rose with the wind, rising thick black smoke, and the neighing of the horses was mixed with a few shrill cries of women and wild laughter of men, and the crying of young children. The old man choked on tears, and the instigator, the instigator of all this, sat on the chariot with a golden sword, obscenely admiring his spoils, completely unaware that he was in a desperate situation. The new leader of Khitan was the tribe The last child with pure blood, his father and two elder brothers died in the battle to protect the tribe, he was driven to a desperate situation at this moment, his eyes were blinded by hatred, the animal skin was slanted on his body, showing his strong wheat-colored arms, Blood splattered on his face and arms, and flowed down the scimitar to the ground. He seemed to be tirelessly waving the steel knife to frequently kill the evil species that invaded his homeland. The eyes on his wild face were so scarlet that he could no longer see them. out of the original color

Lu Xun fixed his eyes, took the spear from the soldier beside him, raised his forearm high, stretched his chest forward with inertia, the back of his hand protruded and the spear flew out, and the wind that broke through the barrier sounded a fierce sound The Turkic leader who was drawing the bow on the chariot was directly nailed to the backrest behind him. The blood stained the soft tiger skin. The slaves on the chariot were frightened and ran out of the chariot in a panic. , screaming in panic, the new leader felt the defeat of the attack around him, and subconsciously searched with a pair of light gray wolf eyes. In front of the Turkic and Khitan tribes, he pulled out his spear and kicked Weiliang's body out of the car. Immediately, the soldiers shouted loudly. encircled

"The Turkic leader has died at the king's gun, and everyone stopped resisting immediately"

shout blood sea

"Anyone who wants to destroy our peace in northern Xinjiang can only sacrifice our northern Xinjiang battle flag with death"

Lu Xun stood erect on the carriage, the black smoke behind him was still billowing, the hem of his black brocade clothes was flapped by the wind, his handsome face with sharp edges and corners was gloomy, with a murderous look, the defeated Turkic people couldn't help but see He dared to raise his head, his cold eyes showed no emotion, he ordered

"All the soldiers got off their horses, cleaned the battlefield and resettled the old and the weak, women and children. The Qingzi camp sent out three teams to suppress the Turkic tribes, and re-elected a new leader."

Strangling the germs of fierce fighting in the cradle, the hard-won stability and peace in northern Xinjiang will never allow anyone to dare to draw salary from the bottom

Lifting his legs and leaping off the chariot, Lu Xun patted the new Khitan leader on the shoulder as he passed by, and the man followed him step by step, and entered a felt tent that had not been destroyed.

There was a bang, as expected by Lu Xun. He turned around to look at the person kneeling in the middle of the tent. Under his knees was a deified wolf totem. Lu Xun didn't stop him, squinting and knelt on the ground, still tall. The person who touched his chest, this person is a hero, the blood of Khitan, a true warrior

"My king, Yelu Hull will always lead your people, and the Khitan people will follow you like the brave and great sun"

His thick forearm was still covered with the blood of the enemy army that hadn't dried up, his robes were no longer lustrous, and the fur was draped over his left arm. He had no time to take care of it. He wanted to surrender to the king who had saved Khitan, forever.

"Yelu Hull, you are your father's last son, a warrior of the Yelu family"

The rough voice is heroic, somewhat relieved, the children of the Khitan tribe are naturally affectionate, the death of their father and brother hit him hard, but the great revenge is repaid, he has nothing to be sad, the children of the grassland will return to the grassland in the end, it’s just a matter of time The problem

The foundation of Khitan was damaged, and the soldiers who died in the battle needed to take care of their funeral affairs, and this would undoubtedly be fatal to them who were nomads for a living. There was only four months to go before a new migration, and this time The reason for the war was the territorial struggle between the Khitan and the Turkic peoples when they migrated. The grassland that the Khitan people arrived was far away from where they lived before, and they needed to cross a snow-capped mountain where there were countless packs of wild wolves. , the disturbed wild beasts went down the mountain to attack the crowd, and competed with real herds of wild beasts, even intelligent and combative human beings could not gain much advantage, so Hull's father was unfortunately beaten by wolves during this migration, and suffered a lot. Seriously injured, and the wild wolves suffered heavy casualties and were beaten into the mountains. Everyone wanted a land with rich water and grass, so this piece of fat was targeted by the Turkic leader, and he was ready to attack the Khitan people. But the war The leader shamelessly branded the doctrine of the youngest daughter of the Yelu family. Turkic women are equivalent to slaves, but it is different in Khitan. Women are holy and noble, and their unique maternal brilliance makes them carefully cared for by Khitan men. It is natural for a loved one to be beautiful, but that leader has already died under Lu Xun's gun

The Turkic people changed their masters naturally, the candidate has not been determined yet, and Lu Xun has no intention of going to see it at the moment. As the king who leads one side, he is coming out this time, so he naturally wants to inspect his territory, comfort his people, and If Mu Qingye hadn't been so daring to attack Lu Annian's doctrine, he would still go to Rongdi this time.

Just from Zhongzhou to Mengbian, it took five days to rush on the road. On the third day after arriving in Turkic, Lu Xun couldn't sit still. It was as if he was scratching his liver with a hundred claws. He began to miss Lu Annian

Under the bonfire at night, people laughed and sang cheerful songs. Regardless of nationality, people intertwined hand in hand to form a huge circle dancing around the jumping flames. Lu Xun and Yelu Hull sat in the most honorable position, Hull was wrapped in intense joy, and did not feel the impatience of a person tortured by lovesickness

Lu Xun thought, if Lu Annian was here, he would definitely hold his hand and play with them. His heart would be wearing the unique robe of the Khitan tribe, the gray fox fur would be on his narrow and thin shoulders, and the left earring would be Wearing red agate earrings, standing in front of the hot bonfire and smiling at him, showing a mouthful of small porcelain white teeth, reaching out to him and softly calling him Baizhou, if he smiled and said something, he would pounce on him, shaking His arms were sticky and he called out to his brother, his eyes were shining and he drowned his sanity in it, his body and mind followed him, if he stretched out his hand, his soft little hands would be full of calluses that had been worn out while drawing bows and knives. Hand, unconsciously rubbing the protruding joints, pulling himself to the busiest place, sharing his joy with himself, such a delicate Lu Annian was coaxed out by Lu Xun's words, patted and caressed gently What came out was impregnated with meticulous love in three hundred days and nights, so only Lu Xun can see this kind of Lu Annian, and only Lu Xun deserves to have it.

"Kings"