Datang: God-level Choice

He easily destroyed the Tang Dynasty that was more powerful than the Western Turks.

The cavalry of the prairie people is powerful, but the cavalry of the Tang people is also very strong, and the equipment is much better than that of the prairie people

Even today's prairie people have better money than a wool sweater and their pockets are bulging, but they don't have the skills. Under the iron restriction order of the Tang Dynasty, they still don't have many iron weapons, so they can only bully fellow rookies. the other tribes

To fight Datang, everyone really lacks confidence

No matter what Boutelier said, many people still shook their heads and refused to obey.

Offending Butler will make life a little harder at most

But if it angers the Tang Dynasty, maybe the country will be destroyed and the hair will be gone.

To the west of the Western Turks is Persia, where are there hundreds of thousands of Tang Persian expeditionary forces?

Butler wants to hit someone

Damn, a bunch of cowards, they can't usually blow it up, but if they really want to start working, they've become soft eggs.

Actually, there is no one to support me!: The fracture is almost recovered. Recently, I have been doing normal walking training with lost crutches, and I will add more after recovery. Please bear with me! Chapter

Chapter [-]: My old friend hangs like you, but now the grave is five feet tall

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"Do you think that what I dare to do, is my brain flooded?"

Butler glanced at a group of scumbag subordinates angrily and roared.

The subordinates lowered their heads and said nothing. Although they didn't say anything, the meaning was already very obvious.

These days, those who dare to oppose the Tang Dynasty are not timid because their brains are flooded, and they have been scared to death.

I must have drank too much, or my head was caught by them, and I was stupid enough to believe this incompetent guy Butler

The leader of a mere Western Turkic tribe dared to provoke the terrifying Tang Dynasty.

This is even lower than the odds of hitting a stone with an egg.

Many people's intestines are already regretful, and they are even thinking in their hearts how to survive.

They haven't lived enough, and they're not on the same road as Boutel

You have to play by yourself, forgive us

Only Boutel's son, Tai Muye is still loyal to Boutel, but in fact there is nothing he can do.

After all, the people of the Tang Dynasty have become: a lot, and killing them is also cutting grass and rooting, and whether it is linked to the nine or three tribes, it makes no difference to Taimu Industry.

The difference is five horses and a thousand cuts and 667 are already dead, anyway, they are all dead and can't die anymore.

"Father Hanbu Taylor wants to be a khan and wants to go crazy. He asked Tai Muye to call him his father, otherwise it would be a beating. This Tang Dynasty is not Xue Yantuo, and His Royal Highness Qin King of the Tang Dynasty is even more expensive than Changshengtian. Terrible God!"

"If the Tang Dynasty wants to destroy us, it doesn't need to do it by hand."

Tai Muye gestured and danced, and suddenly he had an idea and blinked at Buter.

Butler, who was usually slow to respond to this action, understood it instantly.

That is, the King Qin of the Tang Dynasty wants to deal with them, just need to wink like this

"and then"

Butler sneered

In order to survive, Tai Muye didn't care about the ugly face of Butler, and said bravely: "Then there are countless tribes on the prairie, in order to please the King Qin of the Tang Dynasty, they will rush to attack us and send troops to attack us. Throw it to Chang'an City to present a gift to His Royal Highness King Qin"

In order to strengthen his persuasion, Tai Muye also showed the action of a lamb: "According to the child's understanding, a position like Father Khan, in the Tang Dynasty, is probably worth a thousand pieces of glass treasures!"

"At that time, Father Khan will indeed arrive at Chang'an City, but the end will be a bit miserable."

The small-eyed old man on the side, who is also Butler's uncle, also agreed with it, and shook his head and recited a limerick.

"My old friend hangs like you, but now the grave is five feet tall

Widow widow lying on the bow of the boat, the child is beaten and hurts in the heart"

There was a burst of laughter in the tent

The originally nervous group of people listened differently, but the limericks were very vivid, and they all laughed out loud.

"Good poetry, good poetry, I didn't expect Zhu to have such a talent, "enough to be called the first cultural person in my Western Turks!"

"Enough image, against Datang, is this the end?"

"Yes, Tubo, Eastern Turkic, Tuyuhun, etc., the country tribes next to us are living role models!"

"Not only did the Khan of Jieli often go to dance for the Tang people, but the wife of the Khan of the Yan family was also divided up, and the green head was not dead yet, and the grass was three feet high."

"Lord Boutel must be joking with us, sure yes"

"Yeah, joking, this joke is so funny"

The group of people laughed and talked to each other, which made the originally dead atmosphere become: lively, but it was the exact opposite of what Boutel wanted.

Butler was so angry that his eyes darkened, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

What the hell is this, I just expressed the idea of ​​going against the Tang Dynasty, this group of people actually did this