Dugu Liang was a little stunned.

Suddenly, he murmured:

"Brother, you're right, that's how my father is.

So, I have been despised by him since I was a child.

He always said that he was busy with business and left me to others for maintenance.

Before I was eighteen years old, I hadn't even seen him a few times.

I begged the old manager to ask people to teach him any poetry, calligraphy and swordsmanship, and he never even asked.

Over the years, no matter what I did or failed, he kept blaming me and saying that I couldn’t, no, no!

I don't believe it anymore.

I, Murong Liang, can’t do it anymore?!

That's why I have to get along with Kong Yuan and become the lord of Qinzhou.

I want to prove it to him, Murong Liang is not a coward, I can do it!!!”

Dugu Liang shouted, looking at Dugu Tai, who was covered in blood, with tears in his eyes.

"I can't do it now..."

The man fucked weakly and said, "But second brother, you are still successful. Go and help us brothers avenge them.

Kill, kill this evil ghost!!”

puff……

The man sprayed another mouthful, and the flesh on his body cracked, countless pus flowed out, and it fell down.

"Brother!!"

Dugu Liang shouted with a shrill voice.

From beginning to end, Dugu Tai kept his eyes closed, as if he had not heard any of this.

Opposite, the remaining Tuyuhun cavalry watched this scene and seemed to want to move.

"The people of King Bailan..."

On the hillside, Zhao Han's voice sounded again. This time, there were a series of Hu language:

"Your master has been defeated, and your dragon horse cannot defeat our big sword.

Put down the knife.

Isn’t it better to save your life and go back to Quhai to catch fish than to send it to this barren mountain for nothing?”

The Tuyuhun cavalry were shocked.

The voice of this boy?

This is an authentic Tuyuhun word, and it also has the accent of Fuqicheng, the Tuyuhun king city.

"Bailan King" is the favorite name of the Tuyuhun people for their Khan.

"Quhai" is the "Qinghai" in the Tang people's mouth. It is the largest sea in Tuyuhun more than ten miles away.

The "Fish-Catching Festival" is a grand festival held by the Tuyuhun people in Quhai once an annual festival.

Who is this young man? How can he speak our tribe language? How can he know these things?

No matter how strong a soldier is, he is still a human being.

The head coach Dugu Tai was defeated, his number was at a disadvantage, and the iron cavalry's tactics were also broken by the sword formation. These cavalry were already panicked.

At this time, I heard an extremely familiar local accent, and every word I said was reasonable.

There was a sudden commotion in the cavalry team, and people's hearts began to shake.

"No surrender!"

Dugu Liang suddenly stood up and said to the cavalry:

"Murong Anping's old ghost was defeated. He deserved it, he deserved it!

I, Murong Liang, are still here!”

His words also changed from the Tang Dynasty to the authentic Tuyuhun language:

“From now on, I will be your master.

I will order you as the tenth descendant of the Murong royal family of Tuyuhun.

Rush forward and kill all the thief named Zhao and those who dare to fight against me Tuyuhun!!”

The cavalry were stunned.

They followed Dugu Tai secretly for a while. They had known for a long time that the person in front of them was Dugu Tai's son.

Now that the father has been defeated and the son has taken over, it is reasonable.

Murong Liang is also a member of the royal family, and his orders are not easy to disobey.

Suddenly, the cavalry were ready to move again.

On the hillside, Zhao Han said:

"I've finally revealed my identity, Mr. Murong?"

The conversation between Dugu Liang and his brother was quite loud just now, and he heard it.

"Prince, I am the prince!"

Dugu Tai pointed at Zhao Han, "You verbal dog, from beginning to end, it's your bad thing!"

"Is it the prince?"

Zhao Han looked down at Dugu Liang:

"So Prince Murong, do you want to know why your father has never been willing to teach you anything and is unwilling to use you?"

Dugu Liang was stunned.

This question was a knot in his heart that had not been untied for many years.

"I really want to know, right?"

Zhao Han smiled faintly, "Okay, I will be very merciful and tell you."

There was even a little expectation in Dugu Liang's eyes.

“It’s very simple.

Because his father had already understood, you were just a coward.

Apart from being able to use foxes and tiger power and relying on human power, you can’t do anything and you can’t do anything.”

Dugu Liang was stunned.

He suddenly became furious:

"The surname of Zhao, you...you guy, dare to make fun of me.

Get out, I want to tear you out of pieces, pieces of pieces!

What are you still standing there? You rushed up, killed him, killed him!!!”

Dugu Liang pointed at the cavalry and shouted wildly.

Zhao Han smiled and turned to the cavalry and said:

“Did you see it all?

You are all warriors who are used to fighting wars, and those who are reckless and incompetent like this, do you say, can you be your master and lead you to win battles?"

There was silence in the open space.

Many people in the cavalry group hesitated again.

In the distance, Jiang Huai couldn't believe everything in front of him.

Hundreds of ferocious cavalry and Dugu Tai's invincible magic were all defeated.

Even the last one hundred people were hesitant by the boy named Zhao's words.

"Meng Tongjun..."

He panicked and said to Meng Liang beside him:

"Mr. Dugu has all his elite troops, but unexpectedly he has fallen into the tricks of those people and still cannot win.

The situation is now critical, and you still have nearly 3,000 elite soldiers under you.

If you don’t take action in this situation, when will you wait?

Don’t forget that before this rebellion, you and Lord Dugu had an agreement…”

Meng Liang looked at everything in the open space.
To be continued...