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The Chiluo tribe annexed dozens of small and medium-sized tribes, with a total population of more than 300,000. In comparison, the population base of the Chiluo tribe is twice as attractive as that of the Murong tribe. The tribal coalition that is ready to move will definitely not just be concerned about the population of the Murong tribe. The 150,000 population of the Murong tribe is not enough to satisfy their appetite. After all, the Chiluo tribe was also in a row at this time, with great energy being severely damaged, its troops sharply reduced, and its soldiers barely maintained at 30,000. If possible, they would definitely be more willing to plunder the 300,000 population of the Chiluo tribe.

Now, the tribal coalition forces pressed forward step by step, and the Chiluo tribe stopped and lie down like a poisonous snake, which would give the Murong tribe a fatal blow at any time. Yan Rong was in a hurry at this time, and the Chiluo tribe had no movement for a moment, so he could not judge the Chiluo tribe's intentions. For example, two peak swordsmen with equal strength were looking for each other's flaws at the same time, so as to give the other party a fatal blow. The competition was patient, and the one who could not hold back first, would definitely reveal the flaws first.

"Have Di Ying arrived? Is there any movement in the Chiluo tribe?"

Yan Rong suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes, biting cold like a knife, and his mighty power made people feel cold, fearful, and even tremble.

Yan Rong's domineering aura made the tiger's body tremble slightly. Lei Biao said respectfully: "There is any movement in the Chiluo tribe. Are Di Ying waiting outside the big tent?"

"Let him come in and see me." Yan Rong's face was still cold and his voice was still cold.

"Yes! Sir."

When facing Yan Rong, Lei Biao always felt a sense of depression, as if facing the discomfort of the god of death, he began to feel fear and fear from the bottom of his heart. On that day, he saw Yan Rong's bravery with his own eyes, taking the head of the general in the chaos, and he killed the number one warrior of the Chi Luo tribe. Even though Yan Rong was two years younger than him and just turned eighteen years old, he was a real strong man and a hero that people admired. At least that's what he thought! Many members of the Wuhuan tribe also think so!

Yan Rong is meticulous and mature tone, and it is hard to think that he is an eighteen-year-old boy. Of course, no one would have thought that even if he knew, he would not believe that he was once one of the most powerful warriors in the universe, with the most beautiful wife in the world, and their children.

After a moment, a thin black man walked in immediately following Lei Biao's iron tower-like body.

The thin black man with a beard curled, always grinning and revealing two rows of white teeth. Although it seems harmless, the rare Danfeng eyes flashed from time to time. Obviously, this person is also a ruthless and powerful character.

Seeing Yan Rong's cold face as cold as frost, the black and thin man suddenly shuddered, his face suddenly darkened, and he buried his head in a respectful manner: "Sir, Lord! Today I found that the number of scouts and cavalry in the Chiluo tribe has increased significantly, and the number has exceeded hundreds of people."

"Oh? It seems that there should be some movement in the Chiluo tribe."

Yan Rong smiled comfortably and clenched his fists, as if he was in his chest, his eyes were bright and murderous intent was splattering everywhere.

The Cliff Peak, with a high peak of clouds, steep and rugged, with three broken walls and cliffs. The Chiluo tribe adjacent to Pingshu County is located on the border of Zhongshan Kingdom in Yizhou, and Dai County can also reach here. There is only one road to the Cliff Peak, which is Lingqiu Valley. Although Lingqiu Valley is as beautiful as a fairyland, it is a dangerous place. As long as troops are sent to guard the entrance of the valley, you can keep the valley safe and worry-free.

Spring is warm and flowers bloom, and spring is welcoming people. On the cliff peak, Yan Rong is wearing golden dragon armor, with straight and majestic figures standing in the wind, with a red cloak behind him, clamoring.

The Cliff Peak is the highest mountain top of Daijun. Standing at the top of the peak, within a hundred miles of radius, you can see it at a glance.

Yan Rong held a long sword on his waist with his hands, his eyes were like torches, and he looked into the distance. After a long time, he slowly said: "Lingqiu Valley has a dangerous terrain, easy to defend and difficult to attack. If a city wall is built at the entrance of the valley and a few soldiers are sent to guard it, we can ensure that our Murong tribe will be safe for a while."

"Although the terrain of Lingqiu Valley is dangerous and suitable for defending, it lacks progressive benefits. If our army is defending here, without reinforcements, the enemy only needs to send heavy troops to siege the valley entrance and cut off our retreat. After a long time, our army will definitely die out of food and grass."

Behind Yan Rong, a man wearing a Confucian shirt, pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks, extremely ugly face and short figure analyzed sharply. This person was named He Song, who was quite talented and tricky. He was originally a dog-headed military advisor in a village, but was later captured by a tribe of Wuhuan. The tribe defected to the Murong tribe. He Song also defected to the Murong tribe and became the first "think tank" under Yan Rong.

"What the gentleman said is true. Although the terrain of Lingqiu Valley is dangerous, the valley is small and lacks deep power. If our army retreats to Lingqiu Valley, the Chiluo tribe only needs to send troops to guard the entrance of the valley and can surround us. After a long time, the food and grass in the valley will be cut off, and people will inevitably be in a state of failure. However, at this time, our Murong tribe has no other good plans." Yan Rong pointed to several places where forces were stationed in the distance and analyzed: "The Macheng Kuba tribe is 8,000 in eight thousand.

The soldiers and horses were stationed north of the Sanggan River. Their intention was very obvious, and they came for the population of our Murong tribe! The coalition of other tribes was stationed west of the Sanggan River. On the surface, they also came for the population of our Murong tribe! However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the place where they were stationed has a distinct characteristic, with obvious double-sidedness, and the location happened to be between our Murong tribe and Chiluo tribe."

He Song's eyes rolled and he said sharply: "Song seems to understand what he said. The coalition forces of these tribes are not only aimed at the population of our Murong tribe! If possible, they will uncover the Chiluo tribe, and loot the Chiluo tribe at the same time, destroying our two tribes at the same time."

"Sir, great talent! Yan is worried about this matter. The key to this battle lies in our Murong tribe. The Murong tribe and the Chiluo tribe are in a battle. No matter who wins or loses, these tribal coalitions will reap the benefits of the fisherman. There are three results of this battle: First, our Murong tribe is defeated, and the Chiluo tribe is still vital. These tribal coalitions will definitely be in a large army to occupy and plunder the population of our Murong tribe, so that the Chiluo tribe will return without profit. The tribal coalition and the Chiluo tribe are in a stalemate. Second, the Chiluo tribe is defeated, and our Murong tribe still remains vital. The tribal coalition will take the lead in robbing the Chiluo tribe with thunder. Our Murong tribe returns without profit. Third, our Murong tribe and the Chiluo tribe both suffer losses, which is also the most likely thing. The tribal coalition destroys our Murong tribe and the Chiluo tribe at the same time.

"What does that mean by sir?"

"If you do the opposite, you may have unexpected results. If you pick the persimmons, the Murong tribe retreated to Lingqiu Valley and sent a few soldiers to guard the valley entrance. The main army went north. With the thunder, they defeated the 8,000 troops of the Kuba tribe and destroyed the old nest of the Kuba tribe in Macheng. As long as our main army is still active outside, we will have the opportunity to turn the tables at any time, so that the Chiluo tribe cannot take into account both the head and tail. The Chiluo tribe is just around the corner."

"The talent and strategy of the great master are a hundred times better than me, and Song sighs that he is not as good as him." He Song flattered, but he admired Yan Rong even more in his heart.

"Sir, be polite. When I personally lead the army north, I will bother you to the valley. I will give you some advice and protect the safety of the 150,000 tribes in the valley." Yan Rong's tone slowed down slightly, and his face was full of sincerity.

"As the entrusted by the Lord, Song should fulfill his mission, devote himself to his work, and die until he dies." He Song's face was moved and grateful. The safety of the 150,000 tribesmen was entrusted to him. The burden was so heavy and Yan Rong trusted him. Of course, he didn't know that Yan Rong was really useless. The Wuhuan tribe has always been known for his bravery and toughness, and what he lacked is resourceful people. Although He Song's talent was useless, it was always better to have such a tricky and terrible person.

Three days later, a simple stone wall that was 100 meters long and 5 meters high stood at the entrance of Lingqiu Valley. For the Murong tribe, which has a population of 150,000, building such a city wall is really nothing?

With a population of 150,000, Lingqiu Valley suddenly became crowded.

Three thousand elite Wuhuan warriors were left behind, stationed at Gukou and defended according to their power. Yan Rong led 18,000 Wuhuan cavalry and headed northward.

The Murong tribe's actions quickly alarmed all the Wuhuan tribes in Dai County.

Lingqiu Valley is on the border between Dai County of Youzhou and Zhongshan Kingdom of Yizhou. Yan Rong's move abandoned the tribes' migration in the Sanggan River area and turned around Pingshu's Chiluo tribe for half a circle. Not only did he eliminate the hidden dangers of the Murong tribe, but he exposed the Chiluo tribe outside, and the back of the Chiluo tribe directly faced the minions of the tribe alliance.

In the big tent of the Chiluo tribe.

"Is the Murong tribe crazy? What are their intentions? At this time! Yan Rong actually led all his troops north of the north of the Sanggan River. What are they going to do? The people of the Kuba tribe are north of the Sanggan River. Is the Murong tribe going to destroy the Kuba tribe? Yan Rong is not crazy! At this time, he dares to create trouble and get into those tribal alliances."

The great leader of the Chiluo tribe, Chiluo Ting, sat upright on the Hu chair, roaring with confusion on his face.

"Sir! Yan Rong must be crazy. Why do we think about what he is going to do? Now the 150,000 people of the Murong tribe have moved into Lingqiu Valley. As long as we break through Lingqiu Valley, the 150,000 people in the valley will belong to our Chiluo tribe. At that time, who is our opponent? The adults will send troops to wipe out the alliance of those tribes. In the entire Dai County of Youzhou, the world of our Chiluo tribe. After several years of rest, the adults can be on par with the Nanlou Lord of Shanggu County and become one of the overlords of the Wuhuan Tribe."

Beside Chi Luoting, a young man from Wuhuan, his treacherous and ugly face was full of flattery and kept flattering.

"Okay! You kid can speak! But I love listening! When I unify the entire Wuhuan tribe of Dai County, I will definitely not treat you badly!" Chi Luoting laughed comfortably.

"Thank you! Thank you! You will definitely dominate the entire Wuhuan tribe in the future! Let the name of the Chiluo tribe be recorded in history forever......"
Chapter completed!