After another day of fierce fighting, Lu Bugu returned to his tent, took off his heavy leather armor, and threw it on the edge of the bed. He sat down on the blanket and let out a long sigh.
His personal guard brought in food: a plate of steaming hot chunks of mutton, still dripping with blood, and dried vegetables stewed with blood sausage. There was also a stack of biscuits and a pot of steamed horse milk wine. Lu Bugu took a knife from his waist and began to cut the juicy mutton, a hint of worry on his brow.
He was the chief of the Khitan tribe, the strongest of the Khitan tribes, with more than ten thousand young warriors under his command. When he had submitted to the Turks, both the Ashina and Ashid tribes had tried to recruit him. Later on, because the Ashid tribe had offered him even greater conditions, such as a large and fertile steppe, Lu Bugu had sworn his loyalty to Zhu Tu.
Lu Bugu was worried because his tribe had been the main attacker today and had suffered far too many casualties. Lu Bugu had just returned from inspecting the camp and inspecting the losses. The heavy casualties made him very uneasy, so he decided to report the losses to Zhu Tu tomorrow morning and request that his tribe be used as a supporting force. Zhu Tu had always been generous to him, so he was confident that Zhu Tu would agree to his request.
At the same time, on the rocky mountain between the Ashina and Ashina tribes, several thick ropes were noiselessly hanging down. Several figures climbed the ropes and slid down the steep rock face, which was as smooth as a mirror, covered with ice.
By himself, Lu Bugu ate a large plate of mutton and a pouch of horse milk wine. Somewhat tipsy, he lay down on the couch. He had just pulled the wool blanket over his body when his personal guard lifted the curtain and walked in. In a low voice, he said, "Lu Bugu, Lu Bugu!"
Although Lu Bugu was the chief, his tribe did not have a strict hierarchy, so his subordinates were used to calling him by his name. Lu Bugu had just begun to feel sleepy, but when he heard the call, he immediately sat up and habitually reached for his saber, shouting, "What is it?"
The personal guard whispered, "Special Agent Mu Si has arrived and wants to see you."
Lu Bugu woke up and composed himself. Flabbergasted, he asked, "Mu Si? Where is he? "
The personal guard said, "Just outside the camp. He said he has a secret matter to discuss with you. Do you … do you want to see him?"
Lu Bugu thought, "Mu Si wants to see me? In the past, there was no harm in meeting him, but now Ashina and Ashid are like enemies. If I meet him and Zhu Tu finds out, he will definitely think that I am betraying the Ashid tribe. It is better not to meet him. "
Lu Bugu rolled his eyes for a while, then waved his hand and said, "No! If he has anything to say, he can come to Protector Zhu Tuye's tent tomorrow to discuss it! "
The guard said in a low voice, "Mu Si said that this matter concerns the future of our tribe, so she wants you to meet her."
"Hmm?"
Lu Bugu pondered for a moment, then ordered, "Call him in, I want to see what kind of tricks he has up his sleeve."
The bodyguard replied, "He refused to enter the camp. There are Zhu Tuye's men patrolling the perimeter from time to time. He was worried that it would not be easy to get out after coming in. He said that you can come and go as you please, so he wanted to invite you to meet him outside the camp."
"What is this kid trying to do?"
Lu Bugu muttered to himself as he raised his saber and ordered the bodyguard, "Call a few people and follow me outside!"
Since they were right next to his camp, Lu Bugu was not worried that Mu Si would plot something, not to mention that he had no enmity with Mu Si.
When Lu Bugu walked out of the camp, the top of the city wall was brightly lit with torches. The tribe responsible for the night battle was attacking the city. Although Lu Bugu's tribe was stationed at the back, the battle cries could still be heard clearly.
Lu Bugu left the camp area with more than ten bodyguards. After walking for more than one li, he saw four people standing at the foot of a mound in front of them. As soon as they saw them, one of them quickly walked over to greet them.
Lu Bugu stopped in his tracks, and the person walked in front of him. The person cupped his fists and said, "My clan's special forces have been waiting for a long time. Great Leader Lu Bugu, please!"
Lu Bugu turned his head to look. The mound was constantly rising and falling, some high and some low. From here, he could no longer see the situation at the camp. He waved his hand, telling the bodyguards to stay behind. He only brought two bodyguards with him and walked over. When he was about two zhang away from the four people, he stopped and cautiously sized them up.
The person in front of him was indeed Mu Si.
Today's moon was very round. It was probably just after the Shangyuan Festival. The bright moonlight shone on the earth, and the light from the snow increased its brightness. He could clearly see the person's appearance. Sure enough, it was Mu Si.
On each side of Mu Si stood a saber-wielding warrior. They seemed to want to stop him from approaching, but seeing that he had already stood still, the two of them retreated. Behind Mu Si stood another person. His figure was slightly thinner, and his back was facing them. From time to time, he would look left and right, appearing to be very cautious.
Lu Bugu stood still and cautiously asked, "Special Agent Mu Si, why have you called me out in the middle of the night?"
Yang Fan, who was disguised as Mu Si, smiled at him. His hoarse and rough voice rang out, "Lu Bugu, I have come on my father's orders!"
Lu Bugu involuntarily cried out, "Lord Moche's orders? Could it be that he is here … "
His voice paused, and Lu Bugu looked at Yang Fan, his expression becoming even more cautious. "You are saying that before we set off, Lord Moche told you that he wanted to meet with me?"
"That's right!"
The guard behind Yang Fan looked around. His figure flickered, and his finger lightly tapped on Yang Fan's buttocks. He opened his mouth and said, "Before we set off, my father told Mu Si that the time was not right and that he could not invite you for a discussion. Today, I received a message from my father on horseback, which is why I invited you out! "
As soon as his finger touched Yang Fan's buttocks, Yang Fan's mouth immediately opened and closed. Only the two guards on his left and right knew that from beginning to end, he had not made a single sound.
But because Mu Si's throat was injured, he had to expend a great deal of energy to speak. The movements of his face were rather strange, and his voice was low, unpleasant, and erratic. Thus, when the guard behind Yang Fan spoke for him, Lu Bugu was able to see nothing wrong with Yang Fan's expression or the shape of his mouth.
"Lu Bugu, when you submitted to the Turks, my father regarded you with great importance, and he completely agreed to any request you made. But at the time, my uncle was the one making the decisions, and if he didn't agree, my father couldn't do anything. In the end, you defected to Zhu Tu, which my father deeply regretted. Of course, there's nothing wrong with your choice. Our conditions weren't as good as theirs, so you naturally had to consider your own tribe. But it's different now, haha … so I hope that you can reconsider and make a choice between Ashina and Ashina! "
Lu Bugu's expression flickered. What he was concerned about was that 'it's different now …' What was different now?
Lu Bugu nervously asked, "Special Attendant Mu Si, what do you mean by 'it's different now?'"
Yang Fan calmed down and looked at him, a mysterious smile on his face.
In truth, the one speaking was Tin Aino, and Tin Aino had to respond to the question. Before she could think of what to say, Yang Fan couldn't open his mouth, so he could only put on a mysterious expression and let the other figure it out for himself.
Alas, Lu Bugu wasn't a very smart person. He couldn't guess what Yang Fan wanted to say based on that 'Mona Lisa's Smile'. Seeing that Yang Fan had stopped speaking, Lu Bugu impatiently wanted to ask again. Tin Aino pretended to look left and right, and with a slight twist of his body, his finger quickly tapped Yang Fan's buttocks. Yang Fan immediately opened his mouth …
… …
The meeting between the two groups on the sand dune only lasted for a little over an hour before both sides separated and went their separate ways.
Lu Bugu walked with a heavy heart. From time to time, he would stop to look at the backs of Mu Si and the others. When he was about to reach his own camp, he turned around and could no longer see Mu Si and the others.
In the distance, several dozen riders on horseback were rushing over with torches in their hands. They were the sentries sent by Zhu Tu to patrol the night. They raised their torches high, and when they saw that it was Lu Bugu standing there, they greeted him and loudly asked, "Lord Lu Bugu, why haven't you rested yet?"
Lu Bugu casually replied, "Oh, too many of my brothers died today. I couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk!"
The patrolling riders comforted him a little, then urged their horses to continue forward, circling the entire camp. Lu Bugu gazed at the receding figures of those people and ordered in a deep voice, "Call Xi Ning, Wo Dugai, Sa Buwan, and Deligu to my tent. I have something to discuss with them. Hurry!"
Yang Fan's group of four pretended to walk back, but because they were worried that Lu Bugu would discover that they weren't walking in the direction of the Munn Kingdom's main camp, they could only brace themselves and continue forward. When they could no longer see Lu Bugu and the others, the four of them immediately stopped, lowered their bodies, and stealthily sneaked toward the rocky mountain.
This place was already very close to the Munn Kingdom's main camp, so they had to be extra careful to avoid being seen.
The four of them quietly snuck to the foot of the rocky mountain. The four ropes that they used to descend had already been retracted. Yang Fan took out a crossbow that they had brought with them when they came here and shot an arrow that had been marked long ago. At such a height, only an arrow could shoot up without a sound.
After the guards on the wall received the arrow's verification, they were speechless. The four ropes slid down the smooth icy rock wall like snakes.
The four of them gestured to each other and climbed up the ropes.
The rock wall was steep to begin with, and after the Turks' invasion, the Tang army splashed water on it, so the rock wall was slippery with a layer of ice. Their feet were almost unable to exert any strength. If they only relied on their hands, even with their skills, Yang Fan and Tin Aino would have to expend a lot of energy. At this moment, there were soldiers pulling them up from above. The four of them also used their hands and feet to climb up.
On their left and right, two arrow's distance away were the two mountain passes of Mingwei and Wuan. There was still a fierce battle going on in front of the mountain passes. Fire arrows, meteors, boulders smashing into logs, and the sounds of fighting never stopped. There was a full moon in the sky, quietly shining on the earth, shining on the hustle and bustle there, and also shining on the tranquility here. In between the stillness and movement, the atmosphere was strange.
Suddenly, Tin Aino's foot missed a step and she gave a light cry. Her entire body stuck close to the slippery ice surface and swayed towards Yang Fan. When Yang Fan saw this, he was afraid that she would fall off the rope. He quickly used both his feet to catch a piece of protruding ice surface and with one hand holding onto the rope, he stretched out the other hand to support her and help her to stabilize her body.
Yang Fan's support was right on her manhood. Even though there was a layer of leather robe between them, but the wonderful feeling of fullness, firmness and softness was instantly transmitted to his heart through his palm.
Probably because he had completed his mission and was about to return safely, he was in a particularly relaxed and excited mood. Yang Fan could not help but use his arms to exert strength and climbed up to the same height as Tin Aino. He moved closer to her ear and said with a light laugh, "Not bad, very soft!"
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, he was filled with regret, "Damn it! Why can't this mouth control the door again! "
Unexpectedly, when Tin Aino heard his words, she was not as shy as before. Instead, she glanced at him with a smile yet not a smile and said, "You are not bad too, very firm!"
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