The wine feast, the cattle and mutton roasted suckling pig, the horse milk wine and barley brewed, and Ding Yuan expressed his intention to surrender. His situation in the camp suddenly became full and warm, and his relationship with the chiefs of the Xianbei tribes was perfect. After transformation, he suddenly became a guest of honor for the Xianbei people, and the guest of honor was noble.

After three or five days of this, in the eyes of many Xianbei chiefs, Ding Yuan gradually changed from his previous majesty and persistence to his pleasing Han people.

It was night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the crows were chanting withered words.

In a secret tent, important chiefs from various tribes of Xianbei gathered together, and the dim horse oil lamps flashed and darkened, and the familiar and unfamiliar faces were bright. This was an unprecedented gathering. In a nutshell, if Lu Bu suddenly entered and killed all directions, the Xianbei would have been tragic scene of a tragic scene of dragons without a leader and splitting apart.

The head of the head of the guru stood on the tiger's skin with a golden cross, and his huge tiger-eyed bear looked around in all directions: Ding Yuan and Ding Jianyang were originally from a poor scholar. He was a rough man, brave and good at riding and shooting. When he was young, he was an official in Nan County. He was a messenger and was unwilling to refuse. When he encountered the enemy, he pursued the enemy and fought bravely before him. Later, he accumulated merits and promoted step by step. Now he is the governor of Bingzhou, the thirteen states of the weak Han Dynasty.

"How do you think of this person by all tribes?"

"The defeated general is not worth worrying about!" "The surrendered son begged for surrender, even if he is my son, he is also ashamed of him!" "I heard that Ding Jianyang did not know the person, but I heard about the matter briefly. Now I meet Ding Jianyang, but I only know the person, and the person who prays for the tail, which makes people laugh!" "..."

Murong, Queju, Suli, Mijia, Queji, and other tribal chiefs whispered to each other, and then spoke one after another, and Ding Yuan left them with some impression that they were not enough to accomplish things, and were afraid of death. They all despise the person, disdained the matter, and even called Ding Yuan a slave who changed his surname. It turned out that the scene that seemed to complement Ding Yuan was just that the tribal chief was wearing a mask and was rude to the snake.

The first person in the lower left, with age spots crawling all over his face, and his eyes were like the withered pudou and Kuitou in the air, and then they all showed tacit smiles.

Kuitou continued to say: Lu Bu, whose courtesy name is Fengxian, was a disciple of Yiren in the mountains when he was young. He returned home from nearly twenty years old. He encountered bandits invading the village, and each one was riding, slaughtering more than a hundred people. Later, he joined Dingyuan, trained new recruits, and fought more than 70 places in all sizes of the bandit camp. At that time, the greatest Khan of the Xianbei, Tan Shihuai, wanted to raise troops to expand the land, and won a lot of battles. Until he met Lu Bu, his generals were killed in a mess, and the war was stalemate, and the great Khan was infected and died in depression...

Lu Bu's events were told in a calm tone by Kuitou, without any ups and downs, nor with both voice and emotion. However, even a simple and plain narration, the chiefs in the tent had been introduced into those events, fascinated and frightened.

When autumn comes, September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after the flowers bloom. The fragrance array soars into Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor!

The big tent held its breath and focused, and the dim light of the horse oil lamp seemed to be dyed with a desolate color. It took a long time, for a long time.

"I wish I could replace it!" "How can a weak man produce strong men? How unfair!" "I can startle a child's cry and can open the elders!" "You are a genius, why not go to the sky?"

Sigh, alas, sigh, the strong man in the past had Huo Qubing, and today the weak man had Lu Buzi, and Lu Shen Mountain was above, so why don’t you give me the Xianbei Qilin son!

"Ahem, don't worry, Lu Bu, it's not invincible!" Putou slowly walked towards the middle of the tent, making a sound. As a Xianbei old man, he had to do his best to eliminate the fear of Lu Bu by the chiefs.

"Why can Mr. Pu teach us?" Suli was impatient, but he also asked many people's thoughts.

"Lu Bu is brave, and my Xianbei is strategic. The bravery sometimes ends, and the strategy never ends! A little brother from afar reminded me that a letter made me confused and inspire me, and suddenly realized. Why not use my own strengths to attack his weaknesses?" A wise old man shrouded his head in Pu's head, and he seemed to be glowing, becoming a guide to the confusion of Xianbei.

"The courage is sometimes exhausted, and the strategy is endless! This is very good!" Murong clapped his hands and said.

"But the tradition of our Xianbei people is either fighting bravely, or "do him", "do him", "do him"?" Suli was so confused that he asked directly.

"Cough cough, cough cough!" Putou's old face turned red.

"Ahem!" Kuitou coughed a few times. Who would have tried to use a trick when he was just right? Isn't this just right? Can you tell me such a shameful thing directly?

Kuitou complained in his heart, his face was serious and shouted: Suli, you have only been the chief for ten years, how can you know the foundation of our Xianbei clan? Retreat!

Su Li was resentful, her face turned red and purple, but she noticed the bad eyes around her and finally said nothing.

Kuitou nodded with satisfaction and shot straight at Putou.

"Lu Bu is a tiger and wolf, and he has always had the ambition of not being inferior to others. Ding Yuan is a cynical person, but I have to say that he has some ability to struggle. Lu Bu and Ding Yuan came in a fierce battle, and he was already in a difficult position. Now that Ding Yuan has been captured, he lost all his face and was even more in trouble. How could Lu Bu be a tiger and wolf man missed the opportunity to annex? But even if you rack your brains, you would never have thought that if Ding Yuan suddenly 'escape'," Putou said slowly.

"Borrowing a knife to kill people!" Murong was shocked by reading the classics of the Han Dynasty. This plan was very poisonous, very poisonous, because in the current situation, this plan was about the greed and ruthlessness in the hearts of people!

"But, the temperature is a bit insufficient after all!" Murong thought.

With foreign enemies on the side, the decisive battle is imminent. As long as you are not stupid, who will both Lu Bu and Ding Yuan foolishly attack their side at the most critical moment? Unless... Murong's eyes flashed, meaningful.

The age spots on Putou's face were like mottled tree roots, rotten and unbearable. He walked slowly, his shriveled legs no longer had the vitality and courage of his youth, but with every move of his steps, he was like a living fossil that firmly attracted the attention of many chiefs.

Suddenly, he paused his feet and his straight back slowly bent down until he was hunched over.

"Please listen to my old corrupt plan for the survival of the Xianbei people!"

"It's not allowed!!!" Many Xianbei chiefs left the seat one after another, facing this Xianbei wise man who was enough to have a friendship with their fathers. They couldn't bear it!

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The horn of the war slowly approached in a hurry, and a military camp that stretched for several miles rose from less than five miles to the Xianbei royal court, as if silently expressing its indifference to the Xianbei royal court.
Chapter completed!