The grassland, at the foot of Mulan Mountain, the Bai tribe's royal court, and within dozens of miles of square garden, were arranged into a huge celebration venue. The leaders of various tribes of the grassland gathered here to celebrate the annual Mulan Festival, but everyone understood that the Mulan Festival in previous years would be overshadowed by the reflection of another incident this year. For hundreds of years, the first empire, Yuanwu Empire, will appear on the grassland, and Bai tribe leader Bayar will serve as the first emperor of the Yuanwu Empire.

Bayar imitated the imperial system of Great Chu, established an empire, centralized power, established a unified army, unified government, and unified command. The only difference is that the throne inheritance of the Yuanwu Empire was not a family-to-nation system, but a recommendation system. Only meritorious people were promoted. Bayar wanted to absorb the advanced experience of Great Chu, but also tried his best to avoid the weakness of the royal power. "I want the grassland people to still retain the wolf nature immersed in their bones, and they will live when they advance, and die when they retreat. An excellent ruler has always grown up in the wind and rain, if mine

If the descendants cannot win in this battle, they are unable to lead the grassland people forward. If the corpse is in vain, it is better to retreat and give in to the virtuous. Not only can they save their lives, but they will not lead the grassland people into the abyss because of Jie and his incompetence." Bayar's loud and clear words made all the leaders of the grassland tribe convinced. Even Haningqi, who has always been inconsistent with him, realized that in terms of mind and ambition, he is indeed inferior to Bayar. It is no wonder that he is the loser in this battle.

After nearly a year of expansion, the Bai tribe royal court at the foot of Mulan Mountain has begun to take shape as a big city. Although it is not as good as a state city in Dachu, there is still a strict atmosphere faintly revealing. The Bai tribe Long Xiao Army is responsible for the security of Bayal ascending the throne this time. Tens of thousands of troops in the army are distributed within a radius of dozens of miles around the royal court, and the inside is even more vigilant. Seeing the Long Xiao Army's appearance and the power of the Wolf-Peng, who had just won the battle with Dingzhou, even the tribe leaders who were a little careful were even more devoted and had no other thoughts.

On the grassland within dozens of miles, countless bonfires were lit. People in their dressed grassland surrounded the bonfire, singing and dancing, horse-head fiddle, and winter

The melodious song was played, and the plump sheep was roasted on the fire, and the grease dripped down, and small red flowers burst out. Generations of horse milk wine were piled on the ground casually for people to use, and the entire grassland presented a joyful atmosphere.

This is the carnival day for the grassland people.

At this time, a group of people gathered in an inconspicuous tent. Everyone was sitting cross-legged on the ground silently, looking at a man in the middle. He was wearing grassland costumes, his hair was loose and his braided into countless small braids, his face was covered with beards, his face was dark, and his waist was filled with a grassland scimitar, his eyes swept across the eyes of everyone in the tent.

"Brothers, this is the biggest action since the establishment of our Operations Agency and also an act of dying death. I can openly say that the possibility of survival of this action is not high, so I will not force everyone. Those who are unwilling to participate can withdraw now, and no one will laugh at you."

No one in the tent moved a little and stopped. A man said in a muffled voice: "Tao Wang, don't say these nonsense. My family is dead at the hands of the barbarians. Is it that everyone sneaked into the grassland just to do something earth-shaking to avenge? What's there to say? What's more, I've left a seed in Dingzhou, and my incense will not be extinct. With a great commander in Dingzhou, I don't have to worry about their lack of life."

"Yes, Wang, please assign tasks!" The men showed a decisive look. Their situation was similar to those who spoke before.

Wang Qi nodded. He carefully selected these people and had been lurking on the grassland for a long time. This time, he came to the grassland with the commander of the director and personally planned and directed this major action.

"Avenge the revenge of the general, and the sacrificed Dingzhou Jianer, and mess up the grassland. If possible, it will make the grassland fall into chaos, suspicion of each other, and distrust without trusting it." Director Qingfeng's original words Wang Qi firmly remembered.

"The goals of this operation are as follows: Haningqi, the Qing tribe and Fusen, the Red tribe. These two people have a slight ties with the Bai tribe. Kill them to take revenge, and the other is to make the grassland tribes suspect whether this is the Bai tribe. So brothers, if you cannot come out alive, please completely destroy your identities. You cannot make people guess or see that you are from Dingzhou. I will group them down below."

The person who was named after the name was silently divided into two groups. Wang Qi pulled out dozens of crossbows from a roll of animal skin and said, "Everyone, this is the five crossbows that our Statistics and Investigation Department has just begun to be equipped with. Whether it is power or range, it is more powerful than the military equipped. The crossbow arrows equipped are all iron-made crossbow arrows. They have armor-breaking ability within fifty steps and hit the key points within thirty steps. Whether this person wears armor-piercing or not, there is no reason to survive unless he wears our Dingzhou steel armor, but it is obvious that they cannot use this kind of armor."

A group of men touched the heavy crossbow in their hands, and their faces were full of joy. With such a powerful weapon, the success of the assassination increased greatly. They were not afraid of death, but they wanted to bring a few people with enough weight before they died. The leader of the grassland tribe died under his own hands and would be famous in history.

"Brothers, everyone come and see this picture. If everyone can come out alive, this is your retreat route. I will wait for everyone here for three days. Within three days, if I don't wait for you, I will leave." Wang Qi said he was a little heavy.

"Don't worry, Wang!" the men said in unison.

Bowls of wine were lined up on the ground. Wang Qi took out a broken blade from his arms, cut his fingers, and dripped blood into the bowl. All the men cut their fingers one after another, dripping blood into the bowl. Wang Qi picked up a bowl of blood wine: "Brothers, the time for action will be two days later. I wish you success and return safely." He raised his neck and drank it all.

"Wansheng!" Everyone drank the wine in the bowl at the same time. Then they saluted Wang Qi one by one in silence, turned around and left. Wang Qi knelt on the ground with his knees and touched the ground with his head. Only then did they stand up until everyone left.

The next day, the grassland was the Mulan Festival, and it was also the throne ceremony of Bayar. The people in the grassland within dozens of miles turned their eyes to the Bai tribe's royal court. Whether they could see or hear it, everyone was silently waiting for the completion of the throne ceremony and the official establishment of the Yuanwu Empire came. Except for the cows shouting and horses neighing, no one spoke.

Snowflakes floated in the sky again, flying downwards, falling on everyone's body, and then turned into drops of water, sliding down their faces.

Here comes, here, the sound of horns came from a distance, getting closer and closer, and finally, the clear sound of horns rang in my ears with joy. All the people in the grassland cheered silently, throwing up the fur hat on their heads and anything in their hands. Whether they know or not, they gathered together, shouting, jumping, and embracing each other, and the call of "Long Live" resounded throughout the grassland.

Behind the Bai people's carnival was the loneliness of the Qing tribe. After participating in Bayar's ascension ceremony, Haningqi, who witnessed his biggest opponent ascending to the supreme grassland, did not want to stay here for a minute. He led his subordinates back to the Qing tribe. The Mulan Festival in the Qing tribe was in a happy festive atmosphere. All the Qing tribe members were packing their luggage silently and preparing to go to the barren land of Paoling Pass to rebuild their homes there.

The next day, tens of thousands of Qingmen people were ready to go, all their belongings were loaded on carriages, and countless cattle and sheep were scattered on the grassland. Everyone's eyes were staring at the golden tent that symbolized Bayar, the leader of the Qingmen. With a command there, all of them would immediately leave their hometown where they had lived for countless years. A sadness that was about to leave their hometown was spread among the crowd, and the suppressed crying could be heard.

When the tent opened, Haningqi came out in full dress, rode a war horse, and slowly walked through the Qing tribe's people, scanning his people. Badamaninbu was accompanied by him, and all the Qing tribe's leaders showed a strong reluctance in their eyes. Looking at the Bai tribe's royal court, the hatred in their eyes could not be concealed.

"Big leader, we don't want to leave!" A cry suddenly came from the crowd, like an order, and countless people burst into tears at the same time, "Big leader, we don't want to leave!" The crowd surged and rushed towards Haningqi.

Haningqi's personal guards formed a human wall, desperately blocking their citizens from approaching Haningqi.

"Big leader, big leader!" More people rushed forward, and the scene was in chaos.

"Father, let's go!" Badamaninbu looked at the chaotic scene with concern.

Haningqi shook his head, "I didn't lead the Qingmen well, I'm sorry for them." He stood up straight with his waist and supported his hands.

"People of the Qing tribe!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Listen to me!"

The prestige of the leader was revealed at this moment. Haningqi stood high on the horse, and the excited crowd of Qingmen finally calmed down and knelt on the ground.

"Our departure today is for our return to the future. This is the hometown where we give birth to us and raise us. No matter where we go, we will never forget that this is our home. One day, our Qingmen will return here with our heads raised."

Among the crowd, several men raised their heads inconspicuously, with a sneer on their lips, "You will never be back." Several men looked at each other and jumped up at the same time, "Big leader, we don't want to leave!" They shouted in unison, but the crossbow with a cold light in their hands shocked everyone.

The terrifying crossbow arrows sounded, and dozens of sharp crossbows shot towards Haningqi like lightning. Haningqi, who was standing high on the horse, was only twenty or thirty steps away from these men, and was a living target that could no longer be obvious.

The crossbow arrow pierced and penetrated Haningqi's armor. Haningqi's eyes flashed with an incredible light, staring at several assassins, pushing gold mountains, and carrying them down from the horse.

"Father!" shouted Badamaninbu.
Chapter completed!