"Haha, that's right. Ben Khan can finally eliminate Muzart, the traitor, unify the grassland, and fulfill his father's Khan's last wish!"

Under the lights, the cheerful laughter lasted for a long time, and Badan Muhara's face was filled with unstoppable surprises, as if the time to ascend to the unified throne was about to be in front of him.                                                                                                 �

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Under the shaking light, Shunbuling Yue's old face had no expression, but a trace of light flashed through his supposedly turbid eyes and disappeared in an instant. All he had to do was ignite the fantasy that Badanmu longed for the most, and he didn't need to do the rest.

If the thoughts suppressed in the heart are aroused by others, they will be restless and restless like a shadow snake dancing wildly.

Just like this, Badanmu's state of mind is like the leaders of Naxi and Kalaqin.

For the sake of the Khan position, Badanmu endured it for many years, and even pretended to be stupid and never valued it. Therefore, it was not until Nuhar died of illness that people were obsessed with admiration.

Anyone who can achieve great things will endure what ordinary people cannot tolerate. Even Shunbuling has to admit that Badanmu has the qualifications in this regard. It’s a pity that he endured it for too long and accumulated too much in his heart, so it is easy for others to ignite it, resulting in an unimaginable explosion.

Therefore, the plan to attack Muzart was just right and hit the nail on the head of Badanmu.

As for the leaders of Naxi and Kalaqin, they followed Badanmu just to follow the dragon. Although Badamu was weak, they could not guarantee any changes in the future.

Of course, these two tribes are also betting.

How can you not be moved if you have the opportunity to be close to their dream bet?

Everyone in the sweat tent was full of joy and thoughts, but Shunbuling, who was the first to propose the plan, kept silent and continued to pretend to be sleeping.

"King Khan, it's not time to go to the end, Naxi and his tribe are willing to go through fire and water for the Khan."

The Naxi leader spoke, and the rest of the people did not express their opinions for the backwards. This situation made Shunbuling a little surprised, as if he saw the scene of the scene where they were scrambling to be loyal to Nuhar that day.

Suddenly, I felt a palpitation in my heart, and my whole body was less energetic, and my body completely shrank into the wide Hu suit.

With his narrow eyes crossing the boiling crowd, Badanmu stared at Shunbuling, "Are you saying that the Barth clan would pretend to be my lieutenant and lead Muzart's army?"

Upon hearing this, Shunbuling slowly raised his head, the wrinkles on his forehead were a little deeper, and the deep gullies seemed to be about to be connected to the skull.

This time, I really want to bet on the entire ** clan.

He sighed secretly, and Shunbuling said in a deep voice in the many scorching eyes, "Yes, my tribe members will create the illusion of the Khan's attack, attracting Muzart's army. At that time, the Khan's army will be ambushed and will definitely catch him off guard."

"But not all of your ** clans surrendered to Muzart, so where did the troops come from to lure the enemy?"

It is best for some people to be willing to be bait, but it is of great importance. There is no one who doesn’t ask more questions. This can also show some caution. Naxi tribe leader is such a person.

As soon as Shunbuling said this, Badanmu laughed loudly, "This, you don't know. Yesterday, the Japanese Khan had already sent someone to attack the camp of the ** clan. Of course, it was just acting for Muzart to see. Soon, the injured soldiers were sent back. These were warriors used to lure Muzart. Don't be suspicious. **'s loyalty to Ben Khan is no less than you. If Ben Khan guessed well, the ** clan is very likely to become the striker of Muzart's attack. If this is true, everyone will have some mercy at that time to avoid hurting their brothers."

As soon as Ba Danmu's words came out, the rest of the people responded quickly, but the wrinkles on Shunbuling's forehead were not eliminated at all. No one present was a scheming, ruthless person. Everyone had their own plans in their hearts, so Shunbuling could think that if they really fought, these tribes would never show mercy.

Without blood, the road to power is uneven.

The sweat tent became jubilant again, as if nothing could stop them from seizing the king of the grassland and dividing the entire grassland.

And who cares about Shunbuling, who is a victim?

That night, Badanmu's sweat tent was brightly lit until dawn, and the people in the sweat tent had no sleepiness. Their face was red and their ears were red, and their spirits were flying, which forced Badanmu to remind them to keep their expressions so as not to leak the wind.

After everyone pushed it out, Ba Danmu, who was alone in the sweat tent, rubbed his swollen eyes. His fat face shone brightly, and he laughed out loud with joy. Perhaps because he was afraid that people would hear it, he stopped laughing again. This made his fat face turn red.

On the other side of the dawn, Muzart looked at the gradually burning lights and thought for a long time, "Is your news accurate?"

On the other side, the middle-aged man wearing a black cloak nodded, "I can see it very clearly. Most of the Barth tribe was killed and injured after being attacked by a sneak attack. The spy also sent a reply saying that Badamna thieves seemed to gather in the Yangjiao Mountain area, and they probably had some plans."

Flirting with the more gentle jade cong in his hand, Muzart changed his previous gentle expression, and suddenly flashed the murderous cold light in his eyes, "When my father Khan was alive, this traitor was planning a tyrant. If I could not kill him, how could I be worthy of my father Khan's spirit in heaven?"

After saying that, Muzart glanced at the middle-aged man beside him. The latter showed grief and anger, and clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "I never thought that the thief would poison King Nuhar Khan. Although the 'Zhu Ri' could not fly to the sky, as long as he had a breath, he would definitely avenge such a bloody revenge."

Upon hearing this, Muzart's mouth, carrying his body, rose slightly. Zhuri was established by his father Khan Nuhar, who followed him to fight south and north. Now he can take Zhuri into his pocket for nothing but a legitimate righteousness, and the rest is naturally an enemy of common hatred.

This enemy is naturally Badanmu. So what if he poisoned the man who was about to kill the rotten wood?

A trace of ferociousness flashed between his eyebrows, Muzart turned to the deep voice and said to the heretics of Qionglu, "Transfer to the leaders of various departments and immediately go to Ben Khan to discuss important matters."

The confidant guarding outside the dome hurried away when he heard the sound. The man who was chasing the sun and the black armor hesitated for a moment, "King Khan, Jinhu'er is still in the camp, but should he send someone to call them?"

Another ruthless look in his narrow eyes, Muzart waved his hand, "You don't need to be tired. At that time, Ben Khan will directly issue an order to him. It would be easier to drive him out of the royal court."

At night, everything was splashed ink, and the wind that came late made the grass fly, standing on the horse's back, Jin Hu'er stared at the distance where he could not see any movement, and his face, covered with twisted beards, was tightly tied together.

Behind him, the black soldiers were waiting immediately.

After a long time, a cavalry galloped in front of Jinhu'er and turned over and dismounted. "Sir, Lord Hu Yan has led his troops to the Khan Courtyard in Badanmu to meet the leader of Shunbuling."

After hearing this sentence, a hint of sorrow flashed in Jinhu'er's eyes. In this battle, I don't know how many generals were sleeping under the grassland. But if there is no resistance, the entire Barth clan will be slowly eroded and eventually disappear on the grassland.

Perhaps, only in this way can I feel a little at ease when thinking about him.

"For the sake of the gods, the gods protect you!"

With both hands tightly clenched the reins, Jin Hu'er rushed out. The **she who had already known the plan behind her all roared angrily, turned into black water and disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter completed!