Power and Empire Chapter 365: The competition in the west (4)

Er Dyne was only seventy years old, and his old face was covered with wrinkles. In the old world there is a small piece of shit, and the years are the best sculptor. No matter how young and handsome the face is, it will become a gully under the polishing of the years

"The west is the west, and the royal family is the royal family. I hope you can make it clear!. Mao Moda's low voice, but with shocking power, all the lords looked at him with reverence." The army of the north Is on the border. Since you are so passionate. Just solve this problem! "Mao Moda swept across the faces of all lords because of his old eyes, and the scepter representing the co-lord of the Xueshan tribe was tightly held in his hand covered with veins. With the support of several followers, he stood tremblingly.

Hearing Mao Modain’s words, no lord dared to gnaw again. Although Mao Modain was already old, he often squinted and took a nap on the seat, but no one dared to take it lightly. he.

Compared with the intricately intertwined cyan Tesuji on his hands, his occasionally opened eyes still flashed like an eagle, in the hearts of most Westerners. This old man with a demeanor is the patron saint of the west. His word, a command is the will of the entire west,

Most powerful lords cannot be admired from the heart. Because what people fear is what is behind him

But Mao Modain did it, not relying on the powerful forces behind him, not relying on the No. 1 Maomo Hussars in the west, but his own noble behavior and hard work for this land in the west.

There would be no west now without Maomadain! Even the Vikya royal family had to admit this. At the age of twelve, they inherited the inheritance of the Maomo family. At the age of eighteen, they were exiled to the West Jedi because of the Wentun rebellion. At the age of twenty-six, with the support of Kujit Khan, he married the daughter of the chief clan of the Western Snow Mountain, the chief of the Lal Ula, and used the marriage method to stabilize the western rear area and lay the foundation for the exhibition of the Western Union.

Over the past sixty years, what happened, the minor servants of the Wentun family, the hero of the generation. The enthusiasm and wisdom shown make everyone admire from the heart.

In the face of the desolate situation in the west, economically, Mao Moda used the rich fur resources in the west to develop a whole set of mercenary economy. Politically. Whether it is an enemy or a friend, as long as they are gathered together, Mao Modain is always willing to accept them.

For example, the Seven Color Leaf family, there are many families of political refugees like this. Some are from Wikia, some are from Kujit, and some are even from the kingdoms of Inerdian and Dorok

The loose political environment. Inclusive acceptance, let the desolate West in their hearts. Much cuter than Kyoto, the kingdom of fierce power struggle

The desolate west has been like a big sponge that absorbs water during these sixty years of relative peace. Continue to absorb nutrients from all over the mainland. Lords, nobles, merchants. Mercenary. Even the enemies of the Vecya royal family, the Navanduotu barbarians, don’t mind accepting it,

The territory expands as it accumulates. Creeks gradually converge into rivers. The desolate west is slowly growing in recuperation, villages are established in the desolate Gobi, and people who fled and fled. Stopping here with hope, time can change everything! This is when Mao Modain was sixty years old. When standing on the highest observatory in Saran. The emotion when I look at the city of Saran like a carriage

Every year, Maomadain stays at the observatory for a month, no matter if it is cold or summer. Mao Modain has always maintained this habit. No one knows what emotions and gazes this wise old man used to look at the everlasting sky above his head, overlooking the land of hope he personally created

Sixty years may be long, but in the eyes of the vast land. For sixty years, not even a single moment, the desolate Western Jedi, in this seemingly insignificant wisdom, gradually developed into the current "prosperous" situation.

"You are the little Hutakneso of those years!" Mao Modain withdrew his gaze from the faces of the lords, looked at Hutakneso with the loving gaze of his elders, and pointed his arm slightly trembling at him. point. It's a salute!

"When your younger father came here from Kudan. You were still a minor servant by your father's side! Now I see you have grown into a talented lord! Old Hutak will be proud of you ". Mao Modain smiled, his old voice full of memories, which is a common problem of the elderly.

Most of these "second generations" in the west have not experienced the suffering of the bumps and displacements of the year. I don't know that calm itself is a rare extravagant hope, and the West has been unable to satisfy their passion. This sentiment is not only common among lords. It still exists within the Maomo family. Really like me back then! Mao Modain's gaze waved as he stared at Hutakneso, the young lord in front of him. It reminds Hutakneso, who has experienced the Wentun Rebellion, of some people and things that have gone away.

Blurred vision. Fragments of the years make Mao Modain confused

Mao Modain, no matter whether you can take down Omburg this time, you have to come back alive!

The third lady of Wentun's family at the beginning of the feast. Wennakini's face hung down in blush, her delicate hands tied tightly to her fiance Mao Modine’s armor rope,

Mao Mofa, who was just married with a fragrance of 61 inches, spouted out of his mouth, because his face was shy and unstoppable...one

"Haha! Little shy ghost Mao Modain". The partner behind him who was about to go to the battlefield laughed, "Get out! A bunch of little kids!" Wennakini's face blushed and she wielded the rapier she gave her.

The partners ran away quickly, leaving behind a string of embarrassing laughter

"Little Mao Modain, have you seen it! Our red Wentun is about to become the master of this land! The little master, the Marquis of Wentun, turned his head back with excitement,

Mao Modain, who has grown into a commander, stood behind him with a calm face. Numerous Wentun soldiers flooded the walls of Kyoto Kristol like a tide. The smoke billowed and the last outside Kyoto The arrow banged and collapsed,

The red battle flag. Red blood! What a brilliant and exciting time! There was a rare excitement on Mao Moda’s old face,

Mao Modain’s confused look made Hutakneso think that his persuasion had worked,

Don't lose your ears, and lose your ears!

"Little adults, we need living space". Hutakniso blushed, his voice gradually became excited, and his arms were waving. This is the last chance for the independents. If he can't persuade the western ruler, all his previous efforts will be wiped out.

The west is not big, but there are a lot of lords, such a fully staffed conference, I don’t know when it will happen again if I miss it,

The Little West is too remote, and a small country like North Stian dare to come to us! This is a shame! "Takeniso decided to throw his most important killer bronze, and shouted with courage

Sure enough, when Stephen spit out three words. All the lords looked nervous. Mao Moda fluctuated violently with his confused look. Five skinny fingers clenched tightly, and the figure trembled uncontrollably

These three words stimulate his nerves like needles

"If possible, I wish I could accompany you to the west, at least there is no conspiracy or betrayal there!" Wife Wennakini was covered in blood, and she was lying peacefully in Maomadain's arms, pierced by a delicate thin sword. Wearing her chest, it is the one that Mao Mo Dain gave her as a token of love for self-defense. Behind her is the burning Mao Mo castle. The corpses and broken weapons are piled up in the corridor of the castle.

Thirty days after being besieged by the kingdom, as a direct member of the insurgent's Wentun family, his wife Winnachini chose to commit suicide! Leave a ray of life for his husband, the commander of the Wentun family, and use his death and abandonment of the territorial nobility in exchange for Mao Modain’s exile in the western snowy mountains.

The bright red flag of Wentun can no longer fly, and none of this will leave the rebellious Duke Steien

The hall fell into a deadly silence. The three words Stian were forbidden in the west. No one dared to say these three words in Saran. The generous Mao Modain also has his own taboos!

After a while, Mao Moda relaxed slightly because of his dignified face. He sighed with a complicated face, patted the nervous Hutakneso on the shoulder and said, "I know what you want to express. ! The young lord!"

Under the gaze of the old man, Hutakniso felt a kind of depression, feeling like a mouse being stared at by a goshawk,

No matter how wide the ground is, I can never get rid of the eyes from the sky, my own words still cannot provoke this wise western master!

For a while, I didn’t know how to answer.

"Little independence, war, expansion, these blood-filled words, can always arouse the interest of your young people. If I were 30 years younger, I would do it too! If 30 years ago I have such strength, maybe I will become the second Wentun!" Mao Modain slowly said

"Mao Modain~IndoMTL.com~Glory will always shine on you!" Hutak looked embarrassed, bowed his head and saluted, trying to fool this embarrassing situation, and said flatly, "Without you, there would be no Hutak. Family! Your will is our choice! I apologize to you for my impulse just now, please punish me, even if I was exiled to the Qionglai Snow Mountain, I will never complain."

In fact, Hutakneso is very clear that Maomadain is indeed old. With the rise of many lords, the influence of Maomao family is weakening, but it is only weakened, and the western part is the most powerful. The wealthy Morse Prairie, the patriarch of the largest family in the west and the co-owner of the Xueshan tribe, the Maomo family is still the master of this land.

The generous Momo family is not a fool. My daily words and deeds must be under the sight of the Momo family. The independent tendency of the Hutak family is inherently indulgent by the Momo family.

The Momo family needs some different voices to consolidate the hearts of the people in the west, and the Hutak family can play such a role. In the eyes of the omnipotent Momo Dain, look outside, compare It's much better to play conspiracy inside! This is why Hutakneso dared to touch the bottom line,

Huttakneso has already given up. He is betting, taking himself as a bet, and his family as a bet! Either agree, or exile this group of independents.