We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Heishui Mohe Camp.

He Conglong was pushed out of the tent, and the straw ropes on his body were tied together with those of other slaves.

Outside, the sound of horse hooves thundered as countless Mohe cavalrymen shuttled through the camp and gathered in the open space.

When talking about the nomadic peoples in the northern frontier, everyone will think of their bravery, fighting skills, and proficiency in riding and shooting.

But in fact, most of these fighting skills are acquired from hunting passed down for thousands of years, rather than through hard training.

For example, the army of the Heishui Mohe only had physical training, formations and weapons training.

It is difficult for nomadic peoples to have the discipline of the Central Plains army, unless they have a heroic leader like Genghis Khan or Huang Taiji who appears once in a thousand years.

He Conglong was walking in front, and Wanyan was tied behind him.

Wanyan was small in stature and could only keep up with He Conglong by walking fast.

While walking quickly, he whispered to He Conglong:

"The bearded man is the leader of the Tieli tribe. He has the largest number of troops under his command, second only to the Black Water Tribe led by the Mohe King."

"The leader wearing deerskin on the high platform on the left is the leader of the Hu Dulu tribe. He was the last one to be annexed by the Black Water tribe."

"The young and strong man in front is the leader of the Yuwuer tribe. He is the most powerful Mohe warrior besides the Mohe king."

He Conglong remained silent and quietly memorized these names.

The Fengtian Army developed too quickly, and its combat effectiveness far exceeded that of these northern nomadic peoples. A fully armed Fengtian Army squad of 100 people could easily defeat a barbarian squad of 1,000 people with the advantage of firearms.

Strong combat capability is certainly a good thing, but everything has its pros and cons.

The Fengtian Army's senior officials, including He Conglong, had long since stopped taking backward tribes like the Mohe seriously and had virtually no intelligence on them.

This self-confidence and arrogance also cost him a price.

The Heishui Mohe were originally the most powerful clan among the Mohe.

Unexpectedly, they have integrated so many tribes under the nose of Feng State, and have now developed into a behemoth.

In this camp alone, there are at least 30,000 to 40,000 soldiers, not counting the vast territory they control.

"This group of fierce and ferocious soldiers must be destroyed as soon as possible." He Conglong said silently in his heart.

He Conglong and other slaves were driven to an open snowy area.

In the distance, Mohe soldiers were training, their shouts and cries shaking the earth, like the roars of wild beasts.

Yi Ci Da, a burly man with a face full of flesh, came riding a tall warhorse, whipping the slaves with the whip in his hand, making crisp crackling sounds.

"What are you doing?!" Yicida's face was grim. "Don't you see the Black Water Mohe warriors are attacking?"

"As Bo Yi Aha, you should run, run to the front, and block the enemy's attacks for the warriors!"

Yicida reined in his warhorse, glanced at the trembling slaves, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The whip in his hand fell from time to time, making the slaves scream in pain.

The slaves were already starving to the point of being skin and bones, so how could they possibly run? They could only wail while trying to move their bodies as much as possible.

When He Conglong saw this scene, his brows furrowed slightly.

Giving random orders and letting slaves run to defend against attacks from mounted cavalrymen?

Is he worthy of being an officer if he can come up with such a stupid move?

He Conglong was already tall and stood out among the slaves. Now that he stopped to think, his stature was exposed.

Yi Cida caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye, and a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The so-called noble Qing people are nothing but their own Bo Yi Aha.

With a ferocious anger rising from his chest, he swung out the horsewhip in his hand and whipped He Conglong in the crowd.

Snapped!

He Conglong seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He grabbed the flying whip, wrapped it in his palm, and pulled it back violently.

Yi Cida suddenly felt a huge force coming and was almost pulled off the horse.

"Bo Yi, what are you doing?!" Yi Cida shouted angrily, "Why don't you obey my orders?"

He Conglong said coldly: "Your command is a piece of shit. Why should I obey such a harmful order?"

Yi Cida was startled by He Conglong's sudden provocation. He was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage:

"How dare you, you bold slave, challenge my authority!"

He Conglong straightened his back. Despite his ragged clothes, he exuded an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura:

"That's right, I'm not just challenging authority, I'm also challenging you!"

"According to the rules of the Black Water Mohe, I challenge you, Yici Da!"

Yi Cida was so angry that his face turned pale. He clenched the whip in his hand, but did not dare to act rashly.

Although He Conglong was a prisoner, the fierceness in his eyes made him feel an inexplicable fear.

"A slave has no right to challenge me!" Yicida suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to maintain his dignity.

"I'm not your slave." He Conglong said calmly, "Only those who are defeated on the battlefield are slaves. You didn't defeat me."

"You..." Yici was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, a deep voice came from a distance: "What's going on?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Mohe king wearing a sable coat and a golden crown on his head riding a horse slowly towards them.

Yi Cida hurried forward and reported the situation to Dudi.

After listening to what Du Diji said, he looked at He Conglong with great interest, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "You Qingren are quite interesting. You were dying the day before yesterday, and now you dare to challenge the tribal leader?"

He Conglong looked at Du Diji without changing his expression.

"I agree!"

Yicida's face changed and he wanted to say something else, but was stopped by the Mohe king with a look.

Several personal guards came out from behind Du Diji and helped He Conglong to untie the restraints.

He stretched his stiff limbs and took a scimitar from his guard.

The blade is rusty, but still sharp.

"Come on." He Conglong didn't put on any posture, but just held the knife in one hand and looked at Yi Cida in front of him indifferently.

Yi Ci Da gritted his teeth, drew the scimitar from his waist, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Although he was afraid, he had to accept the challenge in front of the Mohe King.

The two stood facing each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The wind and snow got stronger, and snowflakes fell heavily.

Suddenly, He Conglong moved.

He pounced on Yicida like an agile beast, and the scimitar in his hand drew a sharp arc.

Clang——

Yi Ci Da blocked hastily, but the force from the blade made his arm numb.

He Conglong felt the other party's strength and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

This guy looks strong but is weak inside. He has brute force but doesn't know how to use it.

Converted into a Fengtian Army general, he could only barely reach the level of an ordinary lieutenant.

He Conglong turned the blade of his sword, and his attack was as continuous as a storm.

After several rounds, Yi Cida was completely at a disadvantage.

He was horrified to find that he was no match for this slave at all, and his swordsmanship became even more chaotic.

He Conglong seized the flaw in an instant, swung the scimitar in his hand, cut diagonally on Yi Ci Da's neck, and pulled it back suddenly!

呲——

A hideous knife edge appeared, and blood gushed out instantly.