"Oh..." The two brothers cheered and clapped their hands happily.

Beside him, Daishan looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose at his heart, as if an old monk was in meditation, but the corner of his eye kept drifting to this side.

The scene before him reminded him of his childhood.

It's a pity that in his childhood, apart from wars and killings, he couldn't remember anything else. The only thing that he remembered deeply was that every time he won a battle, his Khan Ama would always cut a leg of mutton with his own hands and put it on his

In hand...

Mang Gurtai was too ambitious, but he didn't pay attention here. He was not interested in these two little baby brothers, and kept paying attention to the movements of Amin and Abatai ahead.

Huang Taiji, on the other hand, watched this scene quietly, thoughtfully.

‘Father is kind and son is filial’.

Unfortunately, he has never experienced it.

At this time, as the antlers of the trumpet sounded, Amin and Abatai had already opened up their formation, slowly but quickly pressing towards Lushun City...

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Chapter completed!