"Well, eat, eat, eat, eat more. Tonight is a bonfire, and there is enough wine and meat. Tululetu's little face was flushed and smiling, patting a "mountain of meat" in front of him, and said softly.

"Roshan" raised his head, revealing a face full of tangled beards, blue eyes with a glint of enjoyment and obsession, and looked at Turuletu with a smirk, his eyes full of tenderness.

This "Roshan" turned out to be an extremely tall person, with knotted muscles all over his body, and his two arms were the thickness of ordinary people's thighs.

In front of him, there was a tray of the boss. A roasted golden oily lamb on a tray exudes an enticing aroma. Next to it, there is also a large jar of mellow spirits, which is actually an extremely hard-won Western Regions spirit.

It stands to reason that those who can enjoy this kind of treatment must be the most noble princes and nobles of the Mongolian people, or the guests of extremely noble status. However, the treatment of this "Roshan" is obviously not like that. Because, his hands and feet were locked by huge chains, and the slightest movement made a rattling sound.

He was a slave.

"Chain slave, you have to be good, don't do anything with anyone. After eating, you will sleep here, and you will not be allowed to go out if anyone told you, do you hear?" Turuletu looked at the stupid appearance of the chain slave, sneered, and patted his head again, and said with a chuckle.

The chain slave nodded and smiled innocently, looked down at the food on the plate, did not eat the meat, but first picked up the wine jar and poured it wildly.

The dripping wine trickled down the corners of his mouth, causing the placket of his chest to quickly become soaked with wine. This wine jar is connected to the wine inside, and it has to go up to thirty catties, but in the hands of this giant man, it is as soft as a straw, just like an ordinary person holding a bowl, without any effort.

But seeing the rumbling in his throat and the squirming of his throat, he drank nearly half of a large jar of wine in a moment, and then put down the jar with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Tululetu sighed lightly, with pity on his face, took out a handkerchief to help him wipe the wine stains on his chest, and complained: "How many times have I told you, drink slowly, and no one will rob you." ”

The chain slave looked at her steadily, and the look in his eyes became more and more gentle.

Bang, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the gentleness of the chain slave's face turned into endless ferocity in an instant, and he turned his head to look at the person who came, and a bloody aura soared up and down his body, and his waist and back were bent, like a wild beast that had passed through eternity.

"Chain slave!" Tululetu first hurriedly appeased the giant man, and then turned his head to look at the visitor and said unhappily: "Wood, what are you doing here?"

Wasn't it the Umur, but at this moment he was standing at the door, looking at Turuletu's eyes full of complexity.

When his eyes fell on the giant man chain slave, his face showed an undisguised look of disgust, but beyond that disgust, there was more nervousness and vigilance.

This slave was captured by accident a while ago, and in order to capture this person, it took a whole team of 100 people to succeed.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to protect a headless corpse at that time, and it seemed to be weak after not eating for a long time, Umur felt that he might not be able to take it down even if he paid twice the price.

Later, the Great Khan sent the Golden Horde and said that he would help him bury the corpse, which made him less hostile, and finally gave up his resistance and arrested him half-detained.

But after being caught, everyone had a headache again. Guy was speechless, and the fierce man was extremely guarded, and the slightest hint of hostility on the part of one of the guards angered him, and he was torn to two pieces in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the fact that Turuletu came over that day, I can't imagine what would have happened after that.

Just when everyone was shocked that Turuletu would be hurt by it, the crazy giant man suddenly quieted down, just looked at Turuletu fixedly, and instantly turned from an angry monster into a little sheep who bowed down to his ears.

When Turuletu tried to talk to him again, he had a soft smirk on his face, and he didn't struggle to let others lock him up with chains.

Later, I finally found a translator who was proficient in a foreign language, and it took a lot of effort to finally figure it out. It turned out that the language spoken by this man was an extremely old language, a dialect of the Far West. It's just that the people of this race have almost disintegrated now, but most of the people who are alive exist as slaves of some Western aristocratic families.

If Zhuang Hu, Tang Meng and others were here, they would definitely recognize that this fierce man was none other than the fierce man on the battlefield who knocked them unconscious with one blow that day.

And with the appeasement of Tululetu, coupled with the communication of the interpreter, from that day on, this fierce man remained in the royal court and was named "Chain Slave".

This chain slave has been subdued, and if no one provokes him, he can be honest. I do some rough work on weekdays, but the amount of food is huge, and the number of meals is enough for a few people. If it weren't for this royal court, I'm afraid it really wouldn't be something that ordinary people could afford.

And because of his incomprehensible language and fierce temperament, although everyone was extremely curious about him, most of them only watched from afar, but Turuletu was not afraid of him, and often came to see him, and brought him a lot of delicious food.

And every time he saw Turuletu, the fierce man would appear very happy, and he would become extremely docile, and there was no trace of ferocity.

As a result, Arur, Umur and others, who followed Turuletu all day long, were gradually accepted by him. It's just that unlike the treatment of Turuletu, the chain slaves accept them, but every time they are opposed, they are always on guard and on guard, and they will also show their malice faintly.

This time, the reason why the Umur proposed to hold a bonfire meeting was to put the treasure on the chain slave. As for those people in Tuzhen, they are just a false shot, which is refreshing.

But just now, he suddenly found that Turuletu was missing. After a moment's time, Deng thought of the problem.

This chain slave, without the presence of Turuletu, was the only one who could get close to them and engage in simple communication. But once Turuletu comes forward, his treasure may not be good.

So, frightened, I hurried over, and sure enough, before I entered the door, I heard the laughter and talking of Tululetu inside.

"Beji, do you have to help the Han people? What good is he doing? He turned Da Tai Ji into a madman, and used tricks to make General Mukhan Timur a waste, killing tens of thousands of our people; he also humiliated Ertai Ji and the Great Khan again and again! He humiliated the descendants of the great blue wolf! He is our enemy!"

The Umur's face flushed, and he screamed angrily and bitterly at Turuletu, his face a little hideous and distorted from the excitement of his emotions.

"Roar!¥%@@!%@%" Before Tululetu could reply, the chain slave who was squatting next to him had already taken the lead in anger. In the sound of the chains pulling, he stood up violently, shouting with a whimper, and the undisguised murderous aura in his eyes overflowed, and he was about to pounce on the woods.

Umur was shocked, he boasted of his bravery, but he knew that if he faced this monster, he would not even have the slightest way to live.

In the panic, he hurriedly retreated, and one of them tripped over the threshold without paying attention, and fell on all fours.

The chain slave laughed, and another strange syllable came out of his mouth, and his face was full of undisguised mockery.

The Umur got up in embarrassment, his face purple with shame as if it were about to drip blood. He didn't dare to tease the chain slave again, but he looked at Tululetu with hatred and said angrily: "Beji, are you humiliating me? Don't forget, you are a Mongol after all, and you are my Mongolian Beji! If you do this, you are a traitor! You will be spurned by all the tribesmen!"

Tululetu, who was originally smiling and groaning, heard this, his smiling face suddenly turned white, and he first stretched out his hand to appease the angry chain slave, and then frowned and stepped forward, and said unhappily: "Umur, where am I a traitor? You said that Brother Su Mo killed the eldest brother, the second brother, and Uncle Timur, and the second brother and Uncle Timur are just that, what does my eldest brother's affairs have to do with Brother Su Mo? You don't want to spew blood. As for my second brother and Uncle Timur, at that time the two armies were facing each other, each relying on means. I am also sad that my second brother and Uncle Timur were defeated, but they still saved their lives, doesn't this explain the problem? I, a Mongolian warrior, have never been afraid of battle, let alone defeat. If you put all the blame on your opponent because you have failed, then it is a real shame. ”

Umur was robbed by Turuletu's words, his face was red, and his mouth was stammered. He didn't understand these truths, he was just jealous in his heart, and he just made an excuse for himself. Now that he was refuted by Tululetu in person, he couldn't find the words to fight back for a long time, and the shame and jealousy in his heart made him even more angry.

After struggling for a long time, he simply didn't argue anymore, but only said with a grudge on his neck: "Anyway, if you want to stop this competition, you will help the Ming people, and I'm sorry for the clansmen." Could it be that my Mongolia lost to the Ming Dynasty, and you Beji will look good-looking? If the Ming people look down on me Mongolia because of this, how can you be respected by Su Mo? He will not be good to you. ”

Turuletu's brows furrowed even tighter, and he opened his mouth to defend himself, but his eyes rolled, and he suddenly raised his eyebrows and snorted: "How do you know that I am going to stop this fight?"

Wu Muer was stunned for a moment, pointed at the giant man and said, "Aren't you here to stop the chain slave from fighting?" We all know that the chain slave only listens to you, and if you don't allow it, he will never play." ”

Tululetu's face showed disdain, and he snorted: "You are really a shame for our blue wolf descendants, since the competition is between my Mongolia and the Ming Dynasty, what does it matter to chain slaves? He is not our Mongolian." ”

Wu Muer's face turned red, and he forced himself to defend: "Why..... why is it not? He is our captive, our slave, and of course my Mongolian. ”

Turul Tuha sneered, "Your captive? If it weren't for me that day, do you think you would have been able to catch the slaves? ”

Umur is so ashamed, I wish there was a crack in the ground to hide in. The events of that day are clear, but if you really want to talk about it, isn't it just as Turuletu said? The chain slave is considered a captive and a slave, and it is only a slave of Tululetu alone.

But everyone ignored this matter that day, and it was really too embarrassing. A large group of sons and gentlemen were slaughtered like chickens and dogs, and in the end, it was all up to a woman to save the scene.

Therefore, all the people present at that time tacitly agreed not to mention this stubble, in order to have a good face. But now that he was scolded by Tululetu so red, he was suddenly forced into a corner, and he had nothing to say.

Just as he was about to die of shame, someone behind him suddenly snorted and said indifferently: "What are these words? Isn't Beji not my Mongolian? Or do you feel ashamed to be my Mongolian Beji? If not, why can't Beji be my Mongolian slave if he assists us in taking prisoners?"

Everyone was stunned, turned their heads to look, but saw a person standing outside the door with a gloomy face, looking at everyone with a sneer.

The Umur was suddenly overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief. That's right, you Tululetu is our Mongolian Beji, and the prisoner you took is of course also a prisoner of our Mongolia. What's more, the word "auxiliary" of the Right Tent King is used wonderfully. Didn't we fight a big battle that day, and finally under the exhaustion of this fierce man, did you Beji come forward to persuade him to surrender? Speaking of which, where is there a mistake in my statement? Look at what else you have to say.