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The wind and snow had stopped, but the snow on the ground was more than a foot thick.

In some low-lying areas, the snow can reach up to three feet.

"Marza, do you have any orders from the chief?"

The old shepherd walked out of the tent and went to his son's tent.

His son, Marza, was a warrior of the Mustang tribe.

If there was to be a war between the Mustang tribes, Marza would be the first to know.

"Not really."

Marza brought his father a cup of hot mare's milk.

"Marza, two days ago, I saw a Han Chinese coming to the tribe, do you know?"

Marza shook his head: "Why did the Han people come?" But come to trade? ”

"In this kind of weather, how can there be Han people to trade, and it is thousands of miles away." The old shepherd shook his head.

"Those Han people were sent by the Han Son of Heaven, and I quietly listened a little, saying that they wanted to help the wild horse tribe and rule the entire Karasuma."

The old shepherd was worried.

"Isn't that a good thing, why is Daddy sighing?"

As a warrior of the Mustang tribe, Marza was heavily influenced by Mustang Zaha.

Today's wild horse tribe is too downtrodden, and he wants the wild horse tribe to sweep the grassland.

With the help of the Han Son of Heaven, which tribe of Karasuma will be their opponent?

If it weren't for the intervention of Cheng Yuanzhi, the captain of the Karasuma School, the Wild Horse Tribe would have been a large tribe of more than 10,000 people by now.

It is because of Cheng Yuanzhi that the Wild Horse Tribe not only did not become a big tribe, but the population did not increase but decreased, and now there are only 3,000 people, if it continues, in a few years, the Wild Horse Tribe will become a small tribe with only a few hundred people, and then become extinct.

Now, the Mustang tribe finally has an opportunity for them.

The sky is endless, and the wild horse tribe is endless.

Marza was very excited, although he was a warrior of the tribe, but he had an old father, a wife and children, and his life was not easy.

If a war is waged, then he will be able to rob a lot of cattle and sheep, as well as a lot of women, and his life will be very good.

As for dying in battle, Marza didn't think about it.

"Daddy, it is said that the strongest tribes on the Xianbei side have also risen because of the support of the Han people. Now the god of the steppe is looking after our wild horse tribe, Daddy, this is a happy event, and we should be happy. ”

The old herdsman said: "The Xianbei tribe is secretly supported by the Youzhou herd, if I say that those two tribes are now puppets in Zhao Hui's hands." Do you still envy them? ”

They know very little about the news inside the Dahan.

But Xianbei is also a grassland tribe, and they know better.

The wild horse tribe is now close to Xianbei and has frequent contact.

At the beginning, the Mustang tribe did not dare to be neighbors with the Xianbei people.

But now, even if there is a contradiction between the two sides, they will not fight each other, at most it will be a two-person confrontation with contradictions.

If it's a tribal thing, then send a warrior to each other, and whoever wins will listen to whomever he wins.

Malza said: "Daddy, now it is the Son of Heaven of the Han people who supports us, and when we rule Karasuma, what will he do to control us, we will definitely not become puppets of the Han people." ”

He was wishful thinking.

"Daddy, don't worry."

The wrinkles on the old shepherd's face deepened.

"You can't beat Zhao Hui." He can already see the results.

What if the Mustang tribe rules Karasuma?

When the time comes, they will have to face Zhao Hui's iron cavalry, they will fail, and countless people will die because of it.

The Wild Horse Tribe will be removed from the grasslands.

All the men in the tribe will die, and the women will become the spoils of the other tribes.

"Daddy, this is the grassland, and the Han people can beat us better than they can."

Confident, Marza raised his arms to show off his strong body like his father.

He is only in his twenties now, and he is lucky not to have seen a war with the Han Chinese.

But his father, the old shepherd, remembered it very well.

Ten years ago, there was a man in the Han people named Gongsun Zhan, known as General Hakuma, who slaughtered countless Karasuma people.

And the next-door neighbors, the Xianbei people are even worse than their Karasuma.

The war between the three major tribes of Xianbei is no longer a secret, and some details have been exposed on the grassland.

The three major tribes killed 200,000 people, the Xianbei people were empty, and the rest fled thousands of miles.

Now why are those tribes willing to be puppets, because they are afraid in their hearts.

The Han made them afraid.

Gongsun Chan, who made the Karasuma people change color, is dead.

And he died in the hands of Zhao Hui, who made Xianbei people change color.

The old shepherd had no confidence in the battle between Karasuma and the Han Chinese.

It is reported that Zhao Hui also has a cavalry in his hands, all of whom are wrapped in iron armor, invulnerable, invincible, and no one is their opponent.

The cavalry, which the steppe people were proud of, had no advantage in the face of the Han Chinese.

The old shepherd spoke slowly to his son.

His son was lucky that he had not yet faced the warriors of the Han Chinese.

In the mouth of the wild horse Zaha, the Han people simply cannot compare with their steppe warriors.

"Daddy, what you said is true?"

"It's true, if it weren't for the strength of the Han people, how could there be peace in the grassland."

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was his father, Marza would never have believed it.

But even so, Marza still had a little doubt in his heart.

"Daddy, this is our opportunity, don't miss it, even if it's an adventure, try it."

Marza was still unwilling to give up.

"Daddy, if you lose this opportunity, the Wild Horse Tribe will inevitably perish in a few years."

In just two years, the Mustang tribe has grown from 5,000 to 3,000 now.

"In two years, will there be only a thousand people in the Wild Horse Tribe? Daddy, we can't give up. ”

The old shepherd sighed, put down the mare's milk wine, and shook his body away.

He couldn't even persuade his own son, and he knew that he couldn't persuade the rest of the tribe either.

Under the rule of the wild horse Zaha, the young people of the wild horse tribe were deeply influenced by the wild horse Zaha, and most of them hated the Han Chinese.

Only the old people know how powerful the Han people are today.

"Daddy, we'll kill you."

After waiting for his father to leave, Marza also came out of the tent and went to meet the chief Mustang Zaha.

"Chief, I heard that Han Chinese came a few days ago."

"Marza, where did you hear that?"

Mustang Zaha did promise the Han people, but he has not announced it yet, and he has even concealed the news of the arrival of the Han people that day.

Marza said: "When the Han people came that day, I saw it. ”

"Now that you've seen it, I'm not going to hide it from you. Those are Han angels, and next year they will provide swords to our wild horse tribe to help us subdue the other tribes. ”

"Marza, would you like to kill back with me, so that those cowards who grovel to the Han people can see the majesty of our sons of the steppe?"

"I wish the Wild Horse Tribe to become the most powerful tribe in the grassland."

"Hahahaha, that's good, it's a bag of salt, you take it back, don't lose your body this winter, my warrior."