"Well..." Diren Wang Ke scratched his hair on the top of his head again, "...forget it, that's it, let's do it..."

"Yes, Your Majesty..." The five princes of the Di Rennei clan received the order and retreated.

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"Good nephew...what are you..."

Han Sui looked at Ma Chao, who was shirtless and tied with wattle sticks. Although his face remained surprised, his eyes were changing and flickering.

The Ma Chao in front of him lost his usual handsome appearance, but was blackened and gray by the fireworks. Even his hair was burned a lot, and it was as messy as a nestle.

"Uncle! My nephew fell into the trap of the little thief from Zhengxi..." Ma Chao bowed to the ground and said in tears, "...the little thief from Zhengxi provoked and insulted my uncle by the Qingni River. My nephew couldn't hold it back for a while.

Angry, he led troops to attack the camp. Unfortunately, he was ambushed and set on fire by the Zhengxi thieves... Therefore... my nephew is guilty, and I ask my uncle to punish him severely..."

All of a sudden, the Qiang-headed people sitting around the tent were all startled by the news brought by Ma Chao, and they began to whisper among themselves and chatter among themselves.

"Hmm..." Han Sui squinted his eyes, stroked his beard, and remained silent.

This thing is so terrible.

The sad thing is not that Ma Chao was ambushed, but that Ma Chao was ambushing him.

Although Han Sui had been wary of Ma Chao before and had prepared follow-up measures, after Ma Chao suddenly suffered such a heavy blow, Han Sui's methods could not be used for a while.

Han Sui and Ma Teng were kowtow brothers who exchanged birthdays and horoscopes. They were different from those lip service brothers...

In other words, when Han Sui and Ma Teng were burning incense, kowtowing and praying to God, the eternal famous saying must have been repeated several times, "I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day..."

Then Ma Teng died.

Han Sui is still alive and kicking.

Of course, most people know that the oath made before the gods is probably uncountable, but as so-called brothers, whether they have said such words together, the level of this so-called brother is naturally different.

In the Han Dynasty, such brothers were the so-called life-changing friends who could be entrusted to their wives. But now, Ma Teng's son prostrated himself on the ground and was brought to the front with a thorn stick on his back, as if he accepted the punishment...

Taking this opportunity to fall out, marching to kill Ma Chao?

If you really want to take action, it's very simple. Even if you don't ask for killing, as long as you want to take action, even if it's a stick, it's not a difficult problem to kill Ma Chao within thirty sticks, but...

There was indeed a moment when Han Sui had this idea, but he quickly gave it up.

It's not that Han Sui is kind-hearted, but that Ma Chao has taken some precautions in advance. Of course, if Han Sui really gets angry and turns against him, this so-called precaution will be nothing.

But do you really have to give up the reputation you have built in Xiliang over the years in order to kill Ma Chao?

Han Sui finally couldn't bear it.

If you really want Ma Chao to die, you can't die in your own hands here...

You said this Zhengxi, why not make the fire more intense?

However, this is considered a good thing, as it at least consumes a lot of Ma's manpower and strength.

Han Sui opened his eyes, stood up, walked to Ma Chao in a few steps, stretched out his hand to help Ma Chao up, with a kind and kind look on his face, and did not mention the matter of guilt at all, but said: "Victory and defeat are common matters in the military, good nephew."

If you lose this time, you will win the next time! Who has never lost a few battles in his life? Let uncle see if he is injured anywhere..."

"Uncle!" Ma Chao was moved.
Chapter completed!