Chapter 657: The Murong Xianbei tribe went south
Although the Mongolian tribe led by Temujin, the Gray Wolf of the Grassland, had temporarily ceased hostilities with the Jurchens represented by Wanyan Aguda and Nurhaci on the surface, they had never given up their desire for grassland hegemony.

He always knew that if he wanted to become the true overlord of the grassland, he had to defeat these two powerful enemies.

Therefore, he has been secretly accumulating strength and waiting for the right opportunity.

As for Saihan, he pays more attention to the peace and stability of the grassland.

He knew that if the fighting between the three alliances continued, it would only lead to the continuous internal consumption of the grassland's vitality, and the people from the Central Plains in the south would only take advantage of it.

Therefore, he has been trying to find a solution that can balance the interests of all parties in order to maintain partial peace in the grassland.

However, in this chaotic world, how easy is it to find such a solution?
The conflicts of interest between the tribes on the grassland are complex and changing, and it is almost impossible to find a solution that satisfies everyone.

At the same time, when the three Murong brothers led the Xianbei people to march south, many cavalry scouts sent from Taiping Pass in the south to patrol the grassland also discovered this huge group of Xianbei people numbering hundreds of thousands.

The many scouts did not dare to slack off at all. They immediately whipped their horses and galloped towards Taiping Pass like an arrow, raising a cloud of dust all the way, and reported this important information to the commander guarding the pass.

Inside Taiping Pass, General Mu Qinglin, who was guarding the place, and Bai Yifei, the commander of another 10,000-strong White Armor Army, were discussing military affairs.

"General, there is movement on the grassland!"

A scout came riding at full speed, covered in dust, his voice sounding a bit hurried.

When the scout rushed into the meeting room and reported to the two the news that the Xianbei people were moving south in large numbers, Mu Qinglin and Bai Yifei's expressions instantly became solemn.

"Hundreds of thousands of Xianbei people are marching southwards. It seems that the situation on the grassland has changed again."

Mu Qinglin frowned, took the briefing handed over by the scout, glanced at it, and frowned instantly.

"The Xianbei, an old and powerful tribe on the grassland, has split into many tribes. Although only the Murong clan's tribe has moved south this time, I'm afraid that their large-scale migration to the south is not a good omen."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yifei looked deep in the eyes and spoke softly.

The two looked at each other, and without saying anything, they could read the tacit understanding in each other's eyes.

The two men quickly issued orders, mobilized troops, strengthened the city's defenses, and prepared to welcome the sudden guest.

"General Bai, it seems that the situation on the grassland has become unstable again. I wonder what the Xianbei tribe's intention is when they came south this time."

Mu Qinglin had a slender figure, and his brows revealed an aura of majesty without even being angry. He spoke in a deep voice.

"Hmph, no matter what their purpose is, we will fight back. Since our White Armor Army entered Taiping Pass, we have never fought with these grassland barbarians. This time, we will let them see blood!"

Bai Yifei was wearing blood-red armor, his handsome face was somewhat cold, but his words were full of murderous intent.

After saying that, the two of them quickly climbed up the city wall of Taiping Pass and looked solemnly at the black line gradually appearing on the distant grassland. It was the figure of the Xianbei army, slowly approaching.

After this large Xianbei tribe approached Taiping Pass, the three Murong brothers led the Xianbei tribe behind them, set up camp beside a river some distance away from Taiping Pass, and began to graze.

The cattle and sheep on the grassland were leisurely eating grass, while the Xianbei warriors were busy setting up tents, making fires and cooking. It was a scene of great order.

After settling the tribe, the three Murong brothers personally led a team of elite men and rode to Taiping Pass.

The three brothers Murong Jun, Murong Chui and Murong Ke, who were in the lead, were dressed in traditional grassland ethnic costumes, with sharp scimitars hanging from their waists, exuding a wild charm. The grassland men of the Xianbei tribe behind them were all agile, with muscular bodies, faces carved by wind and frost, and fierce light flashing in their eyes.

They all rode tall war horses and held spears and bows and arrows in their hands, looking brave and fierce.

Murong Jun looked up at the towering city wall of Taiping Pass, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

This checkpoint is the northern gateway to Cangzhou and is also the only way for many nomadic peoples on the grassland to enter Cangzhou. Under this seemingly thick wall, countless brave grassland men are buried.

He took a deep breath, then nodded to his two younger brothers beside him, signaling them to get ready to step forward.

The three men rode their horses forward and came to the front of the pass. They pulled the reins, and the war horses neighed long, raised their front hooves high, and then dropped them steadily.

"We are envoys from the Xianbei tribe. We have come to ask to see the governor of Cangzhou. We hope you can help us!"

Murong Jun bowed and shouted towards the city wall.

On the city wall, Mu Qinglin and Bai Yifei were already ready for battle.

"Xianbei envoys? Why are you coming south this time?"

They looked at the team of elite Xianbei cavalry below, secretly on guard in their hearts, but kept a calm expression on their faces. After pondering for a moment, the two decided to see what these barbarians were up to.

"General, you misunderstood. We are not traveling south to provoke a dispute, but to discuss important matters."

"The situation on the grassland is becoming increasingly unstable. The Mongols, Jurchens, Longyao and other large tribes are pressing forward step by step. The living space for our Xianbei people is becoming increasingly narrow."

"Therefore, we hope to get assistance from Cangzhou and jointly fight against the threat of the three major alliances headed by them."

Murong Jun looked calm when he heard this. He knew that any panic at this time might arouse the other party's suspicion, so he smiled slightly and spoke in a sincere tone.

Bai Yifei stared at Murong Jun sharply, trying to find any trace of hypocrisy or concealment in his eyes.

"You Xianbei people have never had any dealings with Cangzhou, and even had several large-scale massacres over the past few hundred years. Why did you choose to ask us for help?"

But Murong Jun's eyes were firm and honest, without the slightest evasion. Bai Yifei nodded slightly, his face still expressionless, and he remained alert.

"General, you don't know that the three alliances not only threaten the survival of our Xianbei people, but are also a hidden danger to Cangzhou."

"Once the three alliances unify the grasslands, their next target will definitely be Cangzhou in the south. Therefore, in the short term, our interests are the same. Only by joining forces to fight can we ensure peace for both sides."

Murong Jun was well prepared and immediately took over the conversation and said in a deep voice.

Mu Qinglin and Bai Yifei looked at each other and thought secretly in their hearts.

They knew that Murong Jun's words were not groundless. The situation on the grassland was indeed becoming increasingly turbulent, and Cangzhou, as the barrier to the south of the grassland, would inevitably bear the brunt.

If they could unite the Xianbei and other medium-sized tribes that were marginalized and unable to survive on the grassland, they might be able to temporarily resist the threat of the three major alliances and buy more time for Cangzhou and even the lord to prepare.

(End of this chapter)