"I know that some of you secretly contacted Dayan. If anyone is lucky, it will be that we will be handsome and ruthless when we share the enemy!"
The tent became quiet for a while.
Different families in Dayan, southern Jin Dynasty have strong and weak orders, but the Yujing legion has become a private army
Xiahou Bo is known as a "smiling tiger", saying that he is polite on the surface, cruel and arrogant on the private side, and his hands are covered with blood.
He is the only one who can hold down the Southern Jin Dynasty.
Seeing that everyone looked satisfied, Xiahou Bo turned to Xu Hu and nodded, "Does Xu Fu have a good idea?"
"Drag!"
Xu Hu looked calm and said, "There are three hidden dangers in the big swallow, which is our winning machine."
"First, it’s hard for the whole country to build a gluttonous army and people’s livelihood. Although Wang Fu cast a knife of public opinion, it just won’t last long."
"Secondly, the restructuring of the ancient Zhou rites shook the roots of the aristocratic family. Although it was compromised by the royal family, it was bound to cause trouble for a long time."
"Third, Yan Huang’s life will soon be over. When Du Guxi acceded to the throne, the power in the DPRK will change. Can you suppress the family or two?"
"Dayan is gaining momentum, but the drums are failing again and again, and she wants me to wait for death to stop, so that we can usher in a turning point!"
The words were impassioned, but everyone in the account didn’t buy it.
"Xu Fu think very good …"
A bearded old man sneered, "How can Dayan not see this point of death … not as good as your Xu Jiaxian?"
Although others don’t do it, they look on coldly.
"All right!"
Xiahou Bo shouted at him and then waved his hand. "It’s done. Xu Fu’s plan is a good policy. You must guard your cards and don’t let Yanjun cross the river!"
"It’s an adult!"
Everyone left in succession.
At that time, people took a reason Xu Hu.
Xu Hugang was about to speak when Xiahou Bo closed his eyes and stroked the eyebrows. Obviously, he didn’t want to say more, so he sighed and bowed his hand and strode away.
The tent was quiet for a while.
"Xu Huji poor yi …"
Behind the screen, the white fog surged. An old man with white hair and a hunchback slowly walked out with crutches and shook his head slightly. "Xu Hu is headstrong, and even his family brother is willing to listen to what he wants. In a few words, does it mean that everyone is stupid?"
"Wu Lao"
I show great respect for this old man Xiahou Bo. Many of them got up and handed in their seats in person.
The witch family in the Southern Jin Dynasty has an ancient history, which can be traced back to the troubled times of the Seventeen Kingdoms.
Of course, what’s more important is that the Wu family took control of the southern forest of the Southern Jin Nine Babies Corps against the ghost Lao, and the Xiahou family dared not provoke it at will.
This old man is Wu Chi, the head of the Wu family.
Wu Chi took a leisurely sip of tea after sitting down. "Everyone knows to the death that it is important to stall Dayan, but it is a trouble for each family to let anyone die."
"I’m different from Dayan’s family in the Southern Jin Dynasty, but it doesn’t matter whether the royal family lives or dies. If it weren’t for Dayan’s ancient rites, I’m afraid many people would have defected at the moment."
"Xu Hu started the war but the idea of withdrawing troops is naturally unpopular …"
"Wu Lao said yes."
Xiahou Bo sink a way: "Xu Hu still didn’t say that the turbulent army confronted the Yan Dynasty and consumed us. Didn’t the people in several States rebel?"
"I’m afraid I’ll be in a mess in the southern Jin Dynasty before the accident of the Yan Dynasty, and the chop suey of Wei Youdi … Xu Hu is also a paper talk soldier, and we can’t even find anyone when we cooperate in every way!"
Wu Chi shook his head slightly. "It’s okay to be angry and play tricks. There’s no etiquette in the battlefield."
Xiahou Bo’s eyes moved, "Did Wu Lao come to help himself and have a plan to retreat from the enemy?"
WuChi cold smile "old to have a plan …"
……
On the other side, Xu Hu returned to camp.
He is now excluded and naturally left out in the cold. The camp has been arranged in a remote corner, and there are less than a thousand hand camps, which are also deserted.
Rumble … Heavy rain and thunder.
Xu Hu looked at the sky before setting up the account, and Lei Yun’s fists were gradually clenched because of the influence of evil spirits.
Hoo ~!
A gust of evil wind blows the candle and flashes.
Xu Hu eyes move and then slowly turn around.