Western Heaven.

North Magadha, Jinpu City.

Since the death of Murong Xianbei leader Murong Huang, his legitimate son Murong Jun has inherited his general and county duke's title.

Of course there is also this Jinpu City.

As for the eldest son Murong Han, who had been competing, he took his troops to another place to build a city and live there.

So, now Murong Jun is the one who makes the decision.

Of course, if you enjoy all your power, you must also bear all your responsibilities.

For example, the pressure facing Jinpu City is now a big problem.

"Monday, now the army of the White Huns is about to reach the east of Jinshan. Our Jinpu City is the first to be affected. How should we deal with it?"

A general urged him in a hurry.

"The White Huns Shanyu Yandar turned out to be just a small leader of the Manu tribe. Now that he has offended the Han Dynasty, he has to flee in panic. We naturally want to intercept him."

Murong Jun said calmly.

When the generals heard this, they all showed reluctance.

"Although Shanyu and Yandal fled in defeat, he also led tens of thousands of Luobai Xiongnu and Jiankun troops, which are definitely not easy to deal with. We might as well send people to contact Yandal. As long as he restrains his subordinates and does not plunder, we will let them pass through!"

A general spoke carefully and advised him.

As soon as he heard this, the other Murong generals agreed.

Since conquering Beimogadha, these Xianbei people from Liaodong have completely lived a life of superiority.

Especially the nobles in these tribes have become nobles among nobles.

The beauties, land, pastures and taxes of the country of Magadha made these Xianbei people obsessed with enjoying life.

Now few people are willing to kill each other by crossing horses and holding guns.

Of course, except for those "alternative" who followed Murong Han to migrate to the city.

"I'm afraid this won't work?"

Amid a group of voices of approval, a different voice suddenly appeared.

Everyone looked up and saw Murong Jun’s younger brother Murong Zhao.

"Yandar and other White Huns have completely offended the Han Dynasty. The Han emperor not only refused to accept their surrender, but also sent people to the north of the Mo to fight twice. Yandar and others fled west in a hurry."

"You can imagine how much the Han emperor hated Yandar and others. If we let them leave, or even let Yandar and others escape leisurely, we would probably lead the Han Emperor's anger on our heads."

As the younger brother of Murong Jun, the tribe Shanyu, Murong Zhao has always spoken with great weight.

In addition, he has a reputation for being smart, and his general words will be adopted by Murong Jun.

Especially today's words sound reasonable.

The generals of Murong's troops looked left and right, and no one dared to speak anymore.

You must know.

Three years ago, when Yandar joined forces with tens of thousands of fallen men, Ma Nankou Shanshan, he never thought that it would lead to such crazy revenge from the Han army.

Within three years, two expeditions to the north of Mobei.

Moreover, it is not only a military conquest, but also a dominant conquest.

The Han army successively annexed the Baixiu tribes in Langjuxu and Jiluo, and then built more than a dozen cities of large and small.

Murong Jun and others have not yet figured out why Yandar and others are so afraid of the dozen rammed earth cities.

So much so that we had to lead tens of thousands of tribes to embark on a thousand-mile escape towards the West.

"The anger of the Han emperor is not far from us. If you are not careful, you will lose everything you have now."

Murong Zhao said again.

"Then what should we do? Do we really have to use our men to desperately intercept and kill the White Huns?" Murong Jun frowned and didn't smell it.

"Although the Han emperor did not say that he would intercept and kill the White Huns, he would never let them pass through easily." Murong Zhao said.

"That's to fight?"

Murong Jun's face tightened and he said slowly.

"When did our Murong tribe start to be greedy for life and fear death?"

"Have you all forgotten how everything comes now?"

"You're just some blue-eyed beards, some gold, silver and wine, are you so weak?"

Faced with Murong Jun's questioning, these generals of the Murong tribe remained silent.

“Shanyu!”

Suddenly, a gray-haired general shouted out this title that was no longer commonly used.

"The men of our Murong tribe are only tens of thousands of people, but they have to rule several times the Mogadha people here. Once they start a war with the White Huns, dead people are always inevitable?"

"If there are so many dead people, how can we rule the Magadha people in the future?"

"Only those local novice monks chant a few Buddha's names, they can't replace the men's swords!"

The words of this old general immediately resonated with everyone.

They finally understood.

The reason why I was unwilling to go to war just now was definitely not because of my fear of death, but because of the survival plan of the Murong Xianbei tribe!

We have fewer people, and if we die more, it will shake the "national foundation".

"Yes, please think twice!"

"Yes, Shanyu, don't be impulsive."

These generals immediately persuaded again.

When Murong Jun heard this, he knew what these people were thinking, but he also knew that he could not force them too much.

Nowadays, the adults of all departments have a lot of wealth. Once they are too oppressed, if they surrender to their elder brother Murong Han, the seat under their butt will become unstable.

"What do you think you should do?"

"We cannot make our troops lose their lives, nor can we let the Han emperor think we let the White Huns go?"

"Who has a good idea, tell me it quickly!"

Murong Jun asked at the end.

All the generals stopped talking, and no one had a good idea.

Murong Jun couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he saw it.

If this is according to his original intention, the White Huns and Yandar are all bullshits and there is nothing to be afraid of.

The White Huns who might have killed all Yandar could not die many Murong's troops.

However, no one of these commanders is willing to make efforts, so they can only compromise like this.

"Brother, I have thought of a solution!"

Murong Zhao next to him suddenly spoke.

Murong Jun was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Speak quickly!"

"As long as the White Huns led by Yandar don't walk from our Jinpu City, will it be fine?"

"Don't you go from here? But Jinpu City is the place where Jinshan leads to Western Tianzhu." Murong Jun said in confusion.

It is precisely for this reason that the Murong tribe is so rich by taking advantage of the geographical advantages of Jinpu City.

"Brother, Jinpu City is just a must-pass place for Jinshan North Road, but there is also the South Road." Murong Zhao said with a smile.

"South Road?"

Murong Jun took a deep breath and immediately understood what this said.

Jinshan, which is the Altai Mountains in later generations, divided the northern border into two parts: north and south.

The Murong Xianbei now occupies the north, while the southern part is controlled by the Xitianzhu Changshi Mansion.

However, because the Zhang family in Liangzhou had just joined Liu Yu, many military officials in the Changshi Mansion of Western Tianzhu were vacant, and Jinshan South Road was the same empty.

"Beating your neighbors, no matter whether they are alive or dead, it has nothing to do with us!"

Murong Jun immediately applauded.?

'Brother, not only that, if the White Huns fought in Yinwu and Gaochang for several times, they would definitely weaken the strength of these people, and would greatly reduce our future constraints.'

Murong Zhao continued to say.

Yin Wu's branch was where Murong Han was stationed, and the Gaochang area was where the military farming of the Changshi Mansion of West Tianzhu was located, which was the main force of the Changshi Mansion of West Tianzhu.
To be continued...