"Boss, I have to remind you that our so-called goods are only enough to support one more transaction at most. Xu Pengju said listlessly to Su Mo on the horse.

After seven or eight days of caravan career, the former prince of Wei has lost his former demeanor. At first glance, it really has a bit of an Arab flavor. Not to mention, the whole person is dark, and traces of wind and dust can be seen in many places.

And the most important thing is that this kind of business is boring, which makes the little grandfather, who was originally yearning for an adventure with Boss Su, no longer have the initial interest, and the whole person is a little embarrassed.

"Uh-huh. Su Mo still looked lazy, and responded casually with some absent-mindedness.

In the past few days, he has sown a lot of fire, and the effect has gradually begun to become prominent. A dozen or so small tribes may not be conspicuous in the entire grassland, but they have played a role in bringing about areas in the gathering place of the tribes in the Hetao area.

He could sense a violent mood floating in the entire Hetao at the moment, and this mood was now only one chance away. Once the opportunity comes, it will become the first to detonate the entire Loop.

I hope that fire sieve sweat will like this gift. He thought so, a wicked smile on his lips.

"Hey, I said boss, you didn't listen to me. We're out of stock, I mean, can we leave? Also, you look at the back, I'll go, I think we can completely disguise ourselves as Mongols now. ”

Seeing Su Mo's absent-minded look, Xu Pengju had to remind him again, and immediately turned around and pointed behind him to complain. Looking in the direction of your finger, good fellow, what was originally just a team of dozens of horsemen has now completely turned into a long and huge team. The team was composed not of warriors, but of large flocks of sheep, which were the harvest of the past few days.

It has to be said that the merchants of this era, especially this kind of trade between the nomads in the interior and outside the Guan, is definitely the fastest way to make a fortune. Even Su Mo, the initiator, didn't expect that with the few truckloads of goods that he picked up at will, he could get such a rich return.

There are thousands of sheep, nearly 100 cows, and dozens of fine horses. The whole calculation is completely more than 100 times the profit.

At this time, these thousands of cattle walked, looking at it from afar, it was a piece of black and dust, and it was really as Xu Pengju said, I don't know at first glance, this is not the size of a standard small Mongolian tribe.

"Huh, that's a good idea. Su Mo retracted his gaze, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he muttered and laughed in a low voice.

Xu Pengju didn't hear clearly for a while, and subconsciously asked. Su Mo's face was full of excitement, laughed and patted him on the shoulder, and praised him fiercely: "I said that your idea is good, it's really good." Hey, why didn't you notice you so wise before?"

Xu Pengju raised his head triumphantly, and his chin was about to rise to the sky. "Well, we've always been like this...... Wait, what do you mean I didn't find out before...... Uh, no, no, no, how can he and I be wise? What did I say?"

He didn't finish his boastful sentence, but reacted suddenly, and an ominous cloud suddenly floated in his heart, and he hurriedly asked.

"Pretend to be a Mongolian, you just said that. Su Mo looked at him with a smile and said.

"What?!" Xu Pengju was shocked, glaring at Su Mo in disbelief, his mouth open enough to fit an egg.

"No, boss, are you crazy?!, you mean, let's pretend to be Mongols? That is, we're going to keep ......."

"Bingo!" Su Mo snapped his fingers and nodded happily. "You say, if we pretend to be a small Mongolian tribe, and then behave a little bit of embarrassment...... Well, passing through some tribes...... By the way, you have to behave very panicked and hasty...... Hey, hey, it's going to be fun. ”

Xu Pengju came to his senses and said in shock: "Boss, you are too insidious. You want to take it by surprise, take advantage of the other party's unpreparedness, and then attack it, rob it all, kill it all, and burn it all. When the time comes, you can still blame the Mongols...... Well, it's too insidious, it's too bad. But I like it, it's called excitement. If you want me to say, it should have been this way a long time ago...... Alas!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and at the end he was dancing a little bit. It's been boring for so long, and it's finally time to play exciting. Let's just say, Boss Su makes a big move every time, how can he be so peaceful this time. Sure enough, isn't this coming?

It's a pity that before his excitement could ferment, he was slapped on the back of his head by Su Mo, and countless conjectures were immediately dispelled.

"I'm stimulating you!" Su Mo looked at him with hatred, "Attack it, rob it, kill it, and burn it all?" You are willing to sell cute, but people are willing to buy it." On this grassland, it is still a gathering place for so many tribes, just rely on dozens of us to burn and loot, you really think you are an iron King Kong and an immortal bird. Do you still want to blame the Mongols like this, do you think the Mongols are all pigs?"

"Ah, it hurts...... No, then what do you mean? This is pretending to be a Mongolian and pretending to be panicked, and he is not going to be a yin person? Where did I say it wrong?" Xu Peng raised his teeth and grinned and hugged his head in pain, and couldn't help but argue.

Su Mo glanced at him with disdain, and the old god nodded and said, "You're not wrong, I do want to yin them, but I'm not as stupid as you." Are you going to the underworld, you are clearly going to die. ”

Xu Peng covered his head and muttered resentfully: "Just now you praised me for my wisdom......"

Su Mo ignored him and immediately ordered the whole team to change their clothes. In this steppe, after several trades, the Mongols will naturally not lack clothing. As for the striking appearance of the Thress warriors, it is easy to do, just cover their faces with cloth towels. Anyway, on the grassland, because of the strong wind and sand, this kind of dress is not strange.

After a lot of chaos, this "big food caravan" soon transformed into a nomadic standard migratory tribe.

Su Mo summoned everyone to the front and began to give detailed instructions on the plan. Everyone gradually opened their mouths when they heard this, and when they looked at Su Mo again, there was an indescribable strangeness in their eyes.

"It's too insidious, it's too insidious...... Xu Peng raised his mouth and turned over and over again, and that's all there is left. It's just a face covered by a face toil, but it's full of excited flushes.

Eba's child is a shepherd of the Zamuhe tribe, and this time because he heard the news that he was going to trade with the Ming Kingdom, he came to the Hetao with the whole tribe.

On this day, he was reclining on the wooden fence outside the camp, bored. The sunlight on the grassland at the end of summer is unabashed, and even the eyes of the dazzling people can't open it. This forced him to keep his eyes squinted and try to turn his back on the light.

In the distance, where heaven and earth meet, because of the scorching heat, the scenery has a strange distortion, and it seems as if it is moving all the time. In the space, there seems to be smoke floating, as if separated by a layer of ripples.

…… Huh?

Suddenly, he jumped to his feet, his eyes widened in an instant, and his face showed a look of horror. Where is the illusion, there is really something approaching.

Cavalry, a large number of cavalry! His long experience made him quickly settle. Whether it was the faint tremors coming from the ground, or the increasingly clear dust, it was a sign that there was a large cavalry team approaching rapidly.

"Alert, alert, go and inform the chief, a large number of horsemen are approaching!" he rushed into the gate in a panic, and pulled his love horse out as he shouted. Then he began to put a scarred leather armor on his body, and then put the longbow and quiver on his back, and then lifted a notched scimitar and turned over.

The whole camp was in chaos in an instant with his roar. Numerous figures rushed to and fro, old men, women, and children gathered at the back of the camp, and some well-dressed men brought their bows and urged their horses to gather from all corners to the front door.

On the steppe, this sudden vigilance is all too common. Everyone was in a hurry, but they weren't in the slightest. Soon, in front of the gate, nearly a hundred riders gathered.

An old man about fifty years old, holding a swarthy stick in his hand, urged the horse out. The bare arms, the tendons are knotted, showing an explosive power. He is the leader of this tribe, Zamuhe. He is also a powerful warrior on the grassland, even if he is actually quite old, but no one dares to underestimate him. It can be said that it is precisely because of the existence of Zamuhe that this tribe has continued to this day and has not been annexed by any major tribe.

"Boys, get ready for battle!" he shouted, urging his horse to the front of the line, raising his great iron rod in his hand.

Woo - woo -

The desolate horn sounded, and in an instant, the wind and clouds moved, and a breath of killing iron and blood floated. All the warriors hissed in unison, like the roar of wild beasts. The harsh atmosphere of survival on the grassland has created their disdain for death more than ordinary people. If you want to survive better, and in the face of all threats, then you will use the sword and bow in your hand to fight and beg for it! These are natural warriors, and they are more eager to fight and blood.

More than 100 horsemen slowly pressed forward, and gradually, the cavalry in the distance finally approached. But the Zamuhe warriors, who were about to shout and fight, suddenly realized that something was wrong with the cavalry on the opposite side. The cavalry was clearly not coming for them, but more like they were fleeing in panic. This can be seen from the fact that the other party suddenly drew an arc after discovering the movement here, and it can be seen from avoiding it more than a hundred feet away from them.

The eight children and others looked at each other, a little at a loss. Zamuhe's reddish face showed a solemn look, squinting his eyes and staring closely at the team galloping in the distance, groaned slightly, raised his hand to signal everyone not to move, but he suddenly lifted the reins of his horse and rushed out.

"Brother in front, which one are you, why are you so alarmed?" he stopped his horse and shouted loudly when he was halfway through the race.

"Fire sift sweat...... The Khan of Fire Sift will forcibly levy our sheep and cattle and force us to go to war. Those who disobeyed were killed. They're coming, they're coming......" One of the opposite horsemen retracted the reins of his horse slightly, turned back and responded loudly.

After saying a few words, without waiting for Zamuhe to ask again, he urged his crotch to dismount, and caught up with the team without looking back. With the sound of rumbling hooves, it soon disappeared.

In the dust, Zamuhe's face changed dramatically, and he turned his head to look in the direction where the cavalry came, and the expression in his eyes changed uncertainly......