Northwest of Linhuang City, outside of Da Yanluo.

The Mughal Habul Khan drove the remaining four or five yellow sheep into a small ravine. He turned back to the boy and the guards who had caught up and said, "Don't chase after me. When the day comes, and you see that it is dark, let them go! ”

As he spoke, he turned his horse's head and ran back.

They have been out for a long time to relax today, and this place is thirty or twenty miles away from the Guangji Station outside the Great Salt Luo, so they immediately turned back, and it was dark when they rushed back to Guangji Station.

But before Hebule's words were finished, the yellow sheep that had just entered the valley rushed out of the valley mouth like arrows, and they took the road regardless of people. When Hebul was surprised, the boy had already hit his horse and rushed forward and shouted, "Great Khan pay attention, there are fierce beasts in the valley!" ”

Only in this way can we explain the unreasonable behavior of the Yellow Sheep.

More than a dozen guards behind him were frightened by the sound of my child, and then they all lifted their hearts!

Hebule looked back, but there was no movement, and scolded with a smile: "My boy, don't listen to the wind or rain-" He swallowed halfway through the words, but he already felt the military horses under his seat trembling.

More than a dozen cavalry guards had already surrounded each other with bows outstretched.

And just as the sound of horses' hooves sounded, there was a sound of brushing in the grass behind the rocks, and wild wolves poked their heads out.

Hebule's eyes sharpened, "Sure enough, these harmful hungry wolves." With that, he shot an arrow at the wolves without fear.

He was not afraid that his group would be devoured by wolves.

It is only thirty or twenty miles away from Da Yanluo, and it is impossible for there to be a big wolf pack.

Hebule made a judgment in an instant, because when the Khitans ruled the grassland, Da Yanluo was already a famous salt lake in Mobei. When the rule of the Khitans collapsed, and the Jurchens focused their main attention on the Central Plains, the Mobei grassland, which had lost its 'master', the tribes fought more than once for it.

At least the Mughals fought with the Tatars many times before they got the Great Salt in their hands.

At that time, the leaders of the Mughal tribes, such as Hebul and Iba, were very happy, although they paid a lot of price, but they finally got the key point of the Great Salt Valley.

None of them expected that in just three or two years, the powerful and invincible Jurchens would collapse.

The various tribes of Monan surrendered to the feet of the Han people, and the Obbu, Tatar and Mi'er beggars offered their knees to the Han people for the first time, and the Mughul people who were wrapped in the middle of the three tribes could only endure the heartache and surrender to Zhao Song, and obediently return the big salt.

After the Han people completely wiped out the Jurchen Jin Kingdom and replaced the Khitans and Jin people to occupy the grassland, they completely controlled the Great Yanluo as soon as possible, and built the Guangji Post City nearby.

If the Menggh tribes wanted to get salt, they could only exchange their cattle, horses, livestock, and various leather and dairy products with the Song people.

In other ways, they get used to it. The grain, spirits, cloth, sugar, tea, and iron pots brought by the Song people were really necessary items for the life of the Mughal people.

And being able to get everything they want without going through a fight is the core of the two Mugul, Hebul and Iba, who are the core of the Mugul, and there is nothing to say, even if they are very conflicted in their hearts.

Being able to live without dying and taking any risks is what the Mughal people, a young and fragile tribal community, desperately need.

However, the Han people used commodities and materials to infiltrate the Mughal tribes on a large scale, so that they originally took advantage of the collapse of the Khitan Empire, and the Jurchens' attention was turned to the Central Plains, and the alliance of the Mughal tribes, which took the opportunity to become bigger and stronger, has now faintly revealed cracks.

This is the contradiction between Hebul and my baby.

On the one hand, they knew that submitting to the Song people would bring a better life to the Mughal tribes. But on the other hand, this kind of submission and good life in exchange for the instability of the 'Khan' power of Hebule.

He was the younger brother of Hebul, the heir of Hebul, and the leader of the Mughtai Chiwu tribe.

But Hebul really couldn't make up his mind to rebel. Not because he pitied the Mughal people, but because he knew that if he wanted to raise the banner to rebel, the end would definitely not be good.

The Tatars and the obstruction servants are the great enemies of the Mughal tribes, and the Mi'er beggars are a lone wolf on the grassland.

Moreover, after the Song army destroyed the Jurchens and the party, they easily swept the Western Regions, and the barbarians obediently knelt at their feet, and the living space of the Mughal people was even worse, so they had to be more careful.

In general, the new Mughurs (formerly Menggu) were located in the southern part of the North Sea, with the Tatars to the east and northeast, the Tartars to the south and southwest, and the Nabarians to the west and northwest.

This situation is too passive. In the event of a war, there is a good chance that the Mughal tribes will never recover.

Because at that time, the Balhu and Bald people north of the Mughal will certainly not be indifferent, and they will not dare to remain indifferent.

Therefore, Hebul could only watch the authority in his hands be weakened little by little, but he didn't dare to have the slightest intention of raising troops.

Even now, even he has to admit that the Mengwu tribes are no longer inseparable from such a trading place as Guangji Post City.

Night fell on the steppe.

Outside the Guangji Post City, the guards set up cowhide tents and lit a raging fire.

The roasted yellow lamb in Hebula gives off an enticing aroma.

Salt, spices, cumin, you have to admit that when the barbecue is sprinkled with these things, it tastes much better.

Coupled with the spicy soju, this is definitely the life that every prairie man dreams of.

The guards were all laughing happily and munching.

Hebule looked up at the wild, dark and dreary grassland.

"My baby."

"Great Khan!"

"Do you know what I thought about from today's encounter with a wolf? Manpower! When it comes to big things, it's really impossible to have no one in your hands! ”

If it was just Hebule, and he encountered eleven wild wolves today, then he would only have to fight his horse and escape. Even a small one will die under the wolf's mouth.

But in fact, he brought a dozen guards with him, and it was not very difficult to kill eight of the eleven wolves.

Now he sits in front of the campfire, with wine and barbecue in his hands, and looking at the vast night in front of him, he can't help but think of the importance of the word 'human hand'. The implication is that the Mughal people have fewer 'manpower'!

Otherwise, how could he be bullied like this by the Song people?

I did not understand this, and said to Hebule: "The Great Khan is an extraordinary hero, and there are many warriors in the tribe, and the minions of the Libi are better than the Tatars, and the Great Khan does not need to be so emotional. ”

The Muguls, the Servants, the Tatars, and the Mur Beggars, plus the westernmost Barbarians, these are the five major indigenous forces of Mobei. However, the barbarians were too far away from the Mugwu, and the overall strength of the Mi'er beggars was too weak, and their popularity was too bad. Then only the Divinaters and Tatars can really be compared to the Mughal people.