Lake Balkhash is a long, narrow lake, and its water is half salty and half light. Most of the magnates of the Warat tribes had their own quarters on the shores of Lake Balkhash's freshwater lakes, turning the steppe into their de facto capital. But there is no city here, only tribes, and only countless pastoral tents.

The major forces, including the tribes of King Mahamu, are scattered and nomadic everywhere, because although the water here is abundant, the grassland is not enough to supply all the cattle, sheep and horses. Among these tribes, the leaders of the four major tribes, Mahamu, Taiping, Balpolo and Hashiha, each occupied the best piece of land, and the distance between their grazing places was only thirty or forty miles.

Now, Hashha, Taiping, and Vulture Polo have left Lake Balkhash separately and rushed to gather their men, and the only big leader who remains here is Mahamu.

At night, the heavens and the earth were silent, because of the recent tension of the tribes, the various tribes did not hold a bonfire party with singing and dancing, the herdsmen went to bed early, only the chief's tent stood a high pole, hung a string of long lamps, and the samurai who was responsible for guarding the pastoral tent held a bow and cruined vigilantly around the tribe.

Mahamu has not slept yet, he is nervously analyzing the current situation, the development of the situation is somewhat unexpected by him, it seems that the conflict is about to happen before the Ming envoy leaves, and this is what he does not want, he does not want Daming to find out that the discord within their Warat has reached such a tense point, let alone let Daming find that he, the king of Shunning, is still unable to control the entire Warat.

But Hashha's attitude is unusually strong, what does he rely on? Although Hashha was once the real master of Warat, but since the assassination of Erbek Khan, after more than ten years of development in Western Mongolia, he Mahamu has taken root here, and Taiping and the Vulture Polo have advanced and retreated with him, Hashha has actually gradually declined, is this a dying struggle?

Because the clashes between his tribes and the tribes of Hashkha became more and more frequent, a few cattle and sheep were taken away one day, and a shepherd was maimed the next. All sorts of things reacted up, as the leader. He must understand these situations. Make an accurate judgment, so it's late. He and a few of his cronies were still deliberating nervously.

He felt that this was the end of the matter. The envoys of the Ming court have already understood the contradictions within their Warat nobles, and it is unnecessary to cover them up, if the tribes of Hashha continue to "force" people, then they might as well let go of the big fight, as long as they defeat Hashha, they can establish a strong image of him in the Ming court, and at the same time, maybe they can use this matter to force the envoys of the Ming court to leave Warat as soon as possible, and give up continuing to pursue the matter of taking off and not sweating.

The plan has been decided. Ma Hamu personally sent a few henchmen out of the tent, and several henchmen and generals got on their horses one after another, and led their own soldiers away, and Mahamu stood under the big tent for a while, and then wanted to go to his sixth wife for a night's rest.

Mahamu was not enthusiastic about the bed, but perhaps because he saw Ulan Tuya's bewitching face that day, he remembered it, or maybe it was because the atmosphere of the approaching war made him a little nervous, and he wanted to vent it. The Sixth Lady was the youngest of his ladies, and although she was not as beautiful as Ulan Tuya, she was about the same age, which made De Mahamu interested.

But just as he was about to walk to the sixth lady's bedchamber, suddenly a strange roar came into his ears, and the strong wind broke through the air, which was very clear in the quiet night.

What kind of man is Mahamu? It was a samurai who had been galloping on a horse since he was a child, and he was very familiar with this voice, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the sound, and went to the ground without saying a word.

"Poof!"

A wolf's tooth arrow was piercing his shoulder, and Mahamu was in pain, and rolled a few times in pain, and then he heard a strange roar, which was the sound of the arrows breaking through the wind, and he had just fallen down in a row of three arrows. The other party is obviously a master of archery, this arrow is ruthless and fast, taking his vital point, obviously trying to kill him!

"There are assassins!"

The guards who were caught off guard pounced one after another, because they were accompanying the leader to see off the guests, they did not carry shields, a few guards pounced on Mahamu, and the others drew their swords and waved them indiscriminately. In this night's "color", it is not easy to use a weapon to hit the sharp arrows of the strong disease, and the sharp arrows are continuous, and many people have been hit by arrows in a row, but Mahamu has taken the opportunity to escape back to the big tent with a roll!

"Dangdang, dang!"

The sound of the gong sounded, followed by the desolation of the horn, the whole tribe heard the sound and moved, the noise was everywhere, the people of the tribe could not figure out what was happening for a while, most of them thought that there was a strong enemy invasion outside, so they put on their robes, grabbed the hard bow and long knife and ran out of the tent, got on their horses and gathered outside, ready to form a team to resist the enemy, and after a while, they learned that someone had assassinated the leader, and they gathered inside, and the whole camp was "chaotic".

Mahamu was wearing silk clothes, silk was not easy to be penetrated by arrows, wrapped in the arrow deep into the body, to pull out the arrow with a hook did not need to cut the muscle to expand the wound, the angry Mahamu was frightened for a while, and immediately pulled out the wolf's tooth arrow, regardless of the blurred flesh and blood on his shoulder, and the blood gurgling, he roared sharply: "Bring the torch!" ”

One of the guards immediately drew a torch from his tent and brought it to him, and the other guards surrounded him in the middle.

The archery-making process of the Ming Dynasty is different from that of Mongolia, the archery-making process of Eastern and Western Mongolia is also different, and several large tribes of Western Mongolia also have subtle differences in the archery-making process. Although this difference is subtle, it cannot be hidden from a great expert like Mahamu, who knew that this was the bow and arrow of the Hash tribe when he looked at the cluster of arrows, the shafts, and the feathers.

Maha Mu smiled and said, "Good job! Attaboy! Hash! I haven't gone to you yet, but you want to kill me!" ”

Mahamu threw the arrow to the ground and shouted, "Gather my men and horses for me, and immediately attack the garrison of Hashha!" ”

Ma Hamu was almost alive, full of anger, he didn't care about his injuries, he walked out with a knife, and said viciously: "This king first snatched Huoa Hatun to be my mother-in-law, and then slaughtered that bastard thing in Hashha, I think who else dares to go against me on this prairie!" Gather your troops! Gather your troops now! ”

The terrible howl of a wounded wolf echoed over his tent......

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"Be careful, don't really kill Mahamu. If Mahamu is dead, this play will not be easy to sing! ”

Xia Xun nervously instructed that the two archery masters he had selected from the Qincha guards were in charge of the move, who, like the Mongols, had the same stunt as arrows. As for the arrows in Navarat Hashhabe, it was Sakura who got them for him.

When he successfully "shot" Mahamu, Xia Xun was overjoyed and said: "It's done!" Go back and sleep in peace, nothing has happened to us. Lao Xin, tip. Clean up the traces, don't "dew" hide! ”

Several people quickly cleaned up the hidden traces. Take advantage of the chaos to escape back to your residence. Untied his clothes, stripped naked and got into the bed......

Maham did not suspect that someone was to blame. Because the current tension between him and the Hashkhabe was indeed not instigated by anyone else. The two of them were originally on the verge of attacking, and the arrows he was in were indeed the arrows used by the Hashha tribe, as well as the stunts of the steppe warriors with arrows, all of which made him immediately target the people of the Hashha tribe.

What's more, this hand is not the first time that Hashha has played it, thinking that he assassinated Erbek Khan in the first place, which was such a means.

At that time, Elebek was not a puppet in the hands of the Mongol magnates, although several of his tribes had unprecedented power. He had a strong army and horses, but because of the balance between them, Erbek Khan also had considerable power, and any single tribal leader had no strength to compete with the Great Khan.

Otherwise, how could Elbek Khan have the ability to kill his Mahamu's father just because he was "cuckolded"? His father, Ku Wuhai, was the Tai Lieutenant of Da Yuan at the time, and if his tribe was not strong enough, he would not be able to occupy this important position. But because Hashha assassinated Erbek Khan first, causing chaos among the dragons without a leader, he took the opportunity to capture Huoahatun and fled back to western Mongolia.

Now this situation is just a repetition of the old things, but he Mahamufu has a great life and has never been plotted.

Now that his face has been broken, Mahamu still cares about a lot.

Forty miles west of the Mahamu's garrison is the garrison of Hashha.

Hashha had left in a hurry, organizing his tribe to fight against the Taiping and taking the Bald Polo away, and at this time stationed here was his wife, the first beauty on the grassland, and the stunner Huoahatun who had the posture of captivating the country and the city.

Huo'a Hatun hadn't slept yet, and a string of red lights were lit outside her big tent.

Lying in the dark, Sakura with a longbow in her hand is already a little anxious, because she has already "figured" the law of action of Huoahatun, since Hashha left, Huoahatun has taken on the responsibilities of the tribe, every night, she has to patrol the entire camp to ensure that there is no problem with the defense, then she will go back to sleep, Sakura is going to do it when she is patrolling the camp, but tonight somehow, Huoahatun has been staying in the tent, not patrolling the camp as usual, how does this make her start?

When he was scorching, the tent curtain was lifted, and Huoahatun actually walked out, Sakura was overjoyed, and immediately took the arrow to recognize the string, aiming at Huoahatun from afar.

Huoahatun asked one of the guards in front of the tent, "No news yet?" ”

The guard said, "Yes, there is no news yet!" ”

Huo'ahatun's seductive eyebrows frowned slightly, and glanced at the southwest direction, Sakura was hiding in this direction, Huoahatun glanced at this side, Sakura almost thought that she had seen herself, and her heart couldn't help but be cold, almost in an instant, she made up her mind, and without hesitation, she 'shot' an arrow with murderous intent!

The sharp arrow left the string, suddenly turned into a streamer, and suddenly "shot" towards Huoahatun.

This arrow was so accurate that it just "shot" the hat on the top of Huo'ahatun's head, "shot" her hat through, flew out, and nailed it to the lamp pole with a "tuk"!

"Yay!"

Sakura clenched her little fists and waved happily, and immediately escaped into the night, her task was complete, and she could wash and sleep.

No, "sleeping" is "sleeping", whitewashing or forgetting somehow, thinking like this, Sakura suddenly thought of Xia Xun.

It seems to ...... I've been cheap to that stinky man more than once, right?

Sakura clenched her little fists and waved it hard, this time, there was going to be a big "mess" soon, but don't be careful, cheapen those stinky men.

But it's not because of the excitement, it's like ...... It's like slamming someone in the chest......

The tribes of Huoahatun were in chaos, and the whole camp was on alert, and they were murderous.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Huo Ahatun carried the long arrow that obviously belonged to the Mahamu tribe, and looked pensive. Unlike the angry generals under her command, she still had doubts about whether this tiger and snake tail arrow was assassinated by Mahamu: "It can't be that the leaders of the Taiping, Bald Polo or other ambitious tribes want to provoke the two tigers to fight and profit from it, right?" ”

Huo Ahatun not only has beauty, but her wisdom is also "beautiful".

She knew very well that although the Taiping and the Bald Polo advanced and retreated with Mahamu, it was only because there was a more powerful Hashha above them, and once there was no Hashha, the three kings of Warat would also compete for power and profit. It may not be impossible if the Taiping or the Vulture Polo are smarter and deliberately provoke the two most powerful tribes to fight to the death to replace them.

At the moment when Huoahatun was hesitating, Mahamu led a large army to kill in a mighty "swing", and the songs of the Mahamu army were all over the mountains: "Suppress the rebels, defeat your enemies, eradicate them, and seize everything the enemy has!" Riding the enemy's steeds, using their beautiful women as your pajamas and cushions, kissing her rosy cheeks, and sucking their sweet lips with *one color, this is the greatest pleasure of manhood......"

This battle is inevitable!

Mahamu did not expect the other party to be unguarded at all, because since the other party had already assassinated him, he would inevitably guard against a counterattack that failed in the assassination, so he did not prohibit the singing of the soldiers, which could greatly boost morale in a dignified battle. Sure enough, as soon as his army arrived, he saw that the camp was already ready for battle.

What's so polite?

Beat!

He now has superior forces, and in this battle, he must snatch the woman of Hashha and press it under his crotch!

That coquettish woman was still the murderer who killed his father, Captain Kuwuhai, when she drunk her father, stripped naked, pretended to be "raped" by her father, and deceived that Elbek Khan to kill her father, and her father died unjustly! Today is just to avenge my father, and I "raped" this stinky woman, so that my father's spirit in heaven can also be blinded.

The rain of arrows roared, shouting and killing.

In the night, people flipped on their backs, swords and guns were raised, and there were constantly terrible screams, but they were suppressed by the more high-pitched beast-like howls.

The tactics of the two tribes are the same, they both use offense instead of defense, so they kill extremely fiercely. Seeing that he was standing on a high place watching the battle, and seeing that Mrs. Huo'a did not run away and opposed the war, he admired her a little in his heart: "This woman, obviously her strength is far inferior to mine, and she dares to fight with me, but it should not be underestimated!" ”

At this time, too, Hashha rolled up the flag, the people were crowned, the horses picked up the bells, and they were sneakily coming from the southwest with a detachment of men and horses. He really wanted to repeat the old trick, follow the method used to kill Erbek Khan in the first place, and behead Mahamu. Therefore, he repaired the plank road, secretly crossed Chencang, and wandered around outside, then sneaked back quietly with an elite, intending to join the army left here, so he raided Mahamu's camp.

It's just that people are not as good as the sky, and the sky is not as good as Xia Xun.

In fact, the appearance of Hashha was also unexpected by Xia Xun, and under the crooked attack, the war became more and more intense......