East!

Xiao Hongde slowly looked to the right.

Everyone slowly looked to the east.

"Tanzhou!"

…

grassland.

South of town.

Since joining the boss, life in the southern part of the town has been getting better and better.

The entire grassland now belongs to the south of the town. Their mission is to protect the herdsmen of Chenzhou and beware of the Tanzhou army.

In the big tent, Xin Wuji was drinking.

The mutton was cooked in plain water, cut into pieces and placed on the counter. He took a knife, cut off a piece of meat, ate it, and took a sip of wine.

The scar on his face was very deep and squirmed as he chewed, making it look particularly ferocious.

The leaders sat below, eating meat and drinking wine, and occasionally toasting to invite each other.

No one invited Xin Wuji, and he didn't need anyone to invite him.

I pour myself a drink, occasionally looking into space and suddenly smiling.

This day is really unexpected.

A promising general of the Liao Dynasty turned into the dog of the Jiedu Envoy of Northern Xinjiang of the Tang Dynasty.

Occasionally when he dreams back in the middle of the night, he will regret it. He thought of such a great future, but abandoned it all and became someone else's dog.

"...Da Liao looked fierce, but he couldn't stop his master from becoming more fierce. No, Nangui City was lost. In the past, you could pick it up if you lost it. Now it's good, the master said, we won't leave. That's it,

Nangui City became the boundary of Northern Territory."

"Those ferocious Beiliao people didn't treat us well in the past, so we didn't dare to be nagging. Now we're fine, we've met our master...

Further ahead from Nangui City is Jianshui City. One day the master takes over Jianshui City... Khan, you don't look very good..."

The bullshit leader looked at Xin Wuji in surprise.

Zeng Jin's Jianshui City guard He Lianxi raised his glass, "For the master."

"For the master." Everyone raised their glasses.

Ta-ta-ta!

The rapid sound of horse hooves came outside the tent, and then a sergeant came in.

One of the leaders was drinking and was shocked by this. There were stains all over the table where he had choked on his drink. He coughed and pointed at the sergeant and cursed: "Who is so eager, Ganniang..."

The sergeant trembled, and his eyes looked at him with something special, as if...sympathy, "Yes...it's the master."

Boom!

The leader's hand loosened and the bowl fell to the ground and broke.

Xin Wuji stood up and came over, took out his whip, and hit him all over his head and face with the whip.

The leader howled miserably, but did not dare to beg for mercy for himself.

Xin Wuji gasped and put away the whip, "Hold it until Ben Khan comes back to deal with it."

He led the leaders to greet them.

Looking from a distance, a mass of cavalry is approaching.

"Khan!"

One of the leaders pointed to the left in panic.

"There's one on the right side too."

Cavalry appeared on both sides.

Xin Wuji said nothing and went straight to greet him.

The people and horses were like dragons. When he saw the big flag, Xin Wuji knelt down.

Behind him, a group of leaders knelt down.

Farther away, the entire camp was on their knees.

greet their master.

He is also the lord of Northern Territory.

As the banner approached, Yang Xuan looked at Xin Wuji from the horseback.

"Welcome to you, master."

"Welcome to you, master."

A group of prairie people raised their buttocks and shouted piously.

Women, children... old people, everyone was kneeling on the ground.

Yang Xuan said calmly: "Get up."

A crowd of people stood up and stood with their hands tied.

Song Zhen watched this scene from behind and suddenly had some enlightenment.

This is the earth emperor.

But, if you want to find a problem, you can't find it.

He asked Han Ji, "What use has the southern part of the town to Northern Xinjiang these years?"

Han Ji pointed to the grassland, "Most of the meat in Northern Xinjiang, except for the self-raised hogs, comes from here.

Lang Jun said, this grassland is the strong foundation of our northern border. Even if He Lianchun fights for it with all his strength, he still has to fight it back.

And the one who guards this grassland for Northern Xinjiang is the southern part of the town."

"Understood."

Song Zhen told himself that Zitai had no choice!

Chang'an!

Those idiots would rather give the best things to Southern Xinjiang, which has no strong enemies, but sit back and watch as Northern Xinjiang and the fierce Beiliao people snatch pasture.

Yang Xuan was welcomed into the big tent.

The most beautiful virgins in the southern part of the town were hurriedly cleaned and brought to serve their masters.

Lamb, wine.

Being surrounded by a grassland virgin, this situation did not make Yang Xuan feel happy.

He looked at the leaders and said: "When I came, I saw the vitality of this grassland, the peaceful and contented life, and the long-lost joy."

Han Ji glanced at Song Zhen and wondered what Song Zhen would think after hearing such words that were almost like those of a local emperor.

Song Zhen is eating mutton.

It was delicious.

He found that the leaders had put down everything in their hands and lowered their heads slightly to listen.

Respectfully... it reminded him of the courtiers standing in the front row of the Chang'an Dynasty.

Every year on Yuan Day, Chang'an will hold a great court meeting, and an astonishing number of officials will attend.

When the emperor appeared on the stage, the ministers and envoys from foreign vassals saluted. Some people said that this was the highlight moment of the emperor of the Central Plains.

Everyone is bowing their heads.

At that moment, the emperor was a god.

But looking at Yang Xuan at this moment, Song Zhen felt that the Great Chao Meeting was a bit formalistic.

Yang Xuan was sitting there, flanked by beautiful virgins. He was holding a knife in one hand, cutting the meat at will, talking calmly, and looking at it, there was nothing unusual.

But look at those leaders again.

He lowered his head and placed his hands quietly by his side.

The imperial meeting may seem grand and majestic, but in private, officials are supposed to do whatever they want. As long as their actions are not loud and their voices are not loud, who cares about you?

But at this moment, without supervision, these leaders were spontaneously respectful.

It was as if he was facing a real god.

"I hope that this peaceful and contented life can continue, but some people and some forces are unwilling to do so. They like to make trouble, and they don't see peace in the world. Therefore, they are watching with eagerness."

Song Zhen ate a piece of mutton and seemed calm, but in fact he was listening carefully.

Yang Xuan's words will determine the future fate of this grassland.
To be continued...