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

Yi Cida covered his neck in horror, but could not stop the blood from gushing out.

"Ho ho ho-"

He Conglong watched quietly from the side as the blood dyed the white snow red and then slowly faded away.

A moment later, Yicida's body fell to the ground with a bang.

The surrounding Mohe soldiers and slaves were dumbfounded and looked at He Conglong with fear in their eyes.

They couldn't believe that a slave had killed a leader.

Dead silence.

A moment later, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

The Mohe King Dudiji got off his horse and walked in front of He Conglong, with a complicated look in his eyes.

He bent down, dipped his finger in the blood on the ground, and sniffed it.

Then he raised his head, looked at He Conglong, and said slowly: "What a brave Qing man! What's your name?"

He Conglong was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling slightly.

The scimitar in his hand was still dripping with blood, and the cold light on the blade reflected his rugged face.

"He Sanchun."

Du Diji's eyes narrowed. He looked He Conglong up and down, as if trying to see through his heart. "He Sanchun... this name doesn't sound like an ordinary soldier."

He Conglong's heart trembled. He knew that Du Diji had begun to doubt his identity.

"I was originally a salt merchant from Jiangnan. After being captured by Prince Feng, I joined the Fengtian Army's criminal camp. Because of my good skills, I became an officer in the criminal camp."

There is a skill to lying.

If a passage is full of lies, it is easy to become confused and the logic will be difficult to be consistent.

But if this statement is half true and half false, and part of it is deliberately concealed, it will be difficult to expose.

"A camp of criminals?" Du Diji sneered. "I heard that King Feng is open-minded and has a good eye for talent, but I don't think he's anything more than that."

"A warrior like you is treated like a criminal by him, and he doesn't even give you armor?"

He Conglong knew that the more he talked, the more mistakes he would make, so he simply lowered his head and remained silent.

Du Diji stared at He Conglong for a long time, then suddenly asked, "He Sanchun, what do you want?"

He Conglong was silent for a moment, then raised his head, looked directly at the Mohe King, and said, "I have not been defeated, so I don't want to be a slave."

"Yes." Du Diji nodded slightly. "From today on, you are no longer Boyi Aha, but a warrior of my Mohe!"

"Also, I defeated Yicida. According to the rules, I have to inherit his fighting clothes, Aha!"

Dudiji gave him a deep look, then turned to the stunned slaves and announced loudly:

"From today on, all of Yicida's people will be under the command of He Sanchun! You must all obey his orders!"

The slaves quickly knelt down and prostrated themselves at He Conglong's feet.

He Conglong suppressed his discomfort and looked at Du Diji: "In that case, I am willing to serve the Mohe King!"

Du Diji laughed heartily and turned away.

He Conglong squinted his eyes and looked at his back, his mind working rapidly.

When asked how much Dudiji valued talent, he himself did not believe it.

It's just like buying horse bones for a huge sum of money.

Today, the situation in the northeast outside the Great Wall has changed dramatically. The Qing people, who once had the lowest status, suddenly have the support of Feng State and have become the highest-ranking ethnic group.

Li Che also recruited a group of vassal generals to serve him. On the other hand, the barbarians had never won a battle, let alone surrendered generals.

Du Diji recruited He Conglong to create a golden signboard, which would make the Heishui Mohe more famous.

He Conglong was secretly aware that his feigned surrender could not be concealed for too long.

After all, he is a general of the Fengtian Army, and it is impossible for him to keep his identity hidden forever. He must seize the time and try to escape from here.

"Master." Wanyan's excited voice suddenly rang out beside him, "You are truly formidable. Even Yicida can't defeat you."

He Conglong had just told him yesterday that he wanted to recruit him to be a boxing clerk, and just one day later, he actually succeeded.

Wanyan knew clearly that this was just clinging to someone powerful, and the chance to change his fate lay with this person.

He Conglong's face remained calm as he whispered, "How does Yicida rank among these leaders in terms of military strength?"

Wanyan thought for a moment and replied, "Not even in the top ten."

He Conglong nodded slightly. This answer was within his expectations.

The military strength of Yicida is indeed a bit weak. If someone of this level can be ranked, then the Heishui Mohe are really useless.

"Let me ask you again, among those leaders with the most slaves, which one has the weakest fighting ability?"

Wanyan's expression changed slightly: "Master, what are you going to do?"

He Conglong said calmly, "Since I have joined the Mohe, I must abide by the rules here, recruit more slaves through duels, and become the most powerful leader!"

Wanyan looked around and whispered, "Master, are you really planning to join the Black Water Mohe?"

He Conglong narrowed his eyes to hide the murderous intent that flashed across his face: "What do you mean?"

Wanyan replied, "Aren't you from Qing? I've only heard of Mohe people wanting to become Qing people, but I've never heard of Qing people volunteering to become Mohe people."

He Conglong smiled and said, "Your father is a Mohe, and your mother is a Qing. Why do you call yourself a Mohe?"

Wanyan scratched his head sheepishly. "I'm in the Heishui Mohe tribe, so naturally I have to call myself a Mohe. If I were in Daqing, I would call myself a Qing person."

He Conglong suddenly found it funny. This little guy had a bottom line, but it was too flexible.

But it doesn't matter. I just need a loyal and smart helper. It doesn't matter whether he is from Qing or Mohe.

Wanyan continued, "If the master were to ask which leader has the most slaves and the weakest strength, it would surely be the leader of the Tieli tribe, but you are unable to challenge him?"

"Why?" He Conglong asked.

"The four major tribes, the Tieli, Dulu, Yuwuer, and Yuexi, were originally large Mohe tribes with a population of tens of thousands."

"After they were annexed, Dudiji granted them a position second only to himself and did not allow others to challenge their leader."

He Conglong frowned slightly, feeling somewhat unwilling.

If you cannot pass the challenge and quickly obtain slaves, it will be impossible for you to break out of the enemy camp on your own.

At least a thousand elite soldiers are needed to have a chance to break out.

"However... if the master needs warriors who can fight, I do know of a tribe."

Wanyan suddenly changed the subject.

"They are neither Mohe nor Khitan. They are said to come from the far north. Moreover, they are few in number, with no more than 200 soldiers in their army."

"But these people are very good at fighting. Each one can fight ten people at once. They are the tribe with the strongest individual warriors!"

"Oh?" He Conglong suddenly became interested. "Who are they?"

Wanyan blinked and thought for a moment:

"It seems to be called... the Three Saurons?"