Although the leader of the Tuni tribe, Chao Gesulid, had a sallow face and looked much older, but he was getting better day by day, and was finally able to walk around the ground.

The tribal elders and their attendants never mentioned Suha's name in front of him, as if he had never existed in the world.

Although everyone avoided it again and again, in the dead of night, the leader of Gesulid remembered the tragic death of his eldest son, and he could not help but sigh and cry. Fortunately, when I heard that my son-in-law was a quick son-in-law, the commander of the steppe coalition army, King Bahrs, led a large army to storm Feihong Pass, and finally breathed a bad breath for the Tuni people, and I felt a little relieved in my heart.

It was a bright day, and Chao Gesulid felt some strength in his body, and was about to go out of the tent and take a walk on the grassland to breathe in the fresh air. Suddenly, the curtain was lifted, and a pot-bellied elder walked in briskly with a pale face.

Before he could see the appearance of the person who came, the man fell to his feet with a "poof", hiding his face and weeping bitterly.

Chao Gesulid couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp, he had just lost his eldest son, and his weak body had only recovered, but he really couldn't stand any strong stimulation!

The visitor raised his black and red face with tears streaming down his eyes, and cried: "Respected Tuni chief, Lord Chao Gesulid, I am the messenger of the Mumba tribe. While you're recuperating in bed, the Prairie Coalition has raised their bloody butcher's knives against the friends who have helped you! The Kut tribe was wiped out by blood overnight, and now, my tribe is also under fierce attack. The tribal leader ordered me to come to you in the starry night to ask for help, for the sake of our love for the time when we fought side by side against the Prairie Alliance, please lend a hand quickly! 100,000 urgent! ”。

After hearing the emissary's cry, he shook his head in disbelief and said hesitantly, "This is absolutely impossible! The Khan king Bars is now my son-in-law, and besides, I heard that he personally led a large army to attack Feihong Pass, how could he ......."

Speaking of this, Chao Gesulid suddenly stopped talking, and suddenly looked up at the pot-bellied tribal elder with questioning eyes.

The pale-faced elder standing at the entrance of the tent sighed softly and nodded slightly.

Towards Gesulid opened his mouth, and his head seemed to be suddenly squeezed into a pulp, and he became dizzy. He hurriedly raised his hand to support his forehead, and ordered with difficulty: "Gather the tribal elders and the Rising Sun and others to come to my tent to discuss matters." ”

The weeping Mumba envoy was then taken down and arranged for him to rest for a while while awaiting the outcome of the deliberations.

The leader of the Tuni tribe was full of elders in Gesuride's wide yurt room, but they all lowered their heads and bowed their eyebrows, and the tent was silent, and the atmosphere was strange and dull.

Chao Gesulid frowned tightly and turned around the tent a few times, his eyes swept over the faces of the elders, but still no one spoke, as if the elders of the clan had been collectively cast a spell and all became mute.

Chao Gesulid finally couldn't bear it anymore, stopped and said, "You guys can help me get an idea!" The messenger of the Mumba tribe is still waiting for the letter! ”。

An elder with a long gray beard coughed lightly twice, and said lightly: "It is said that when my tribe was attacked by the coalition forces, the Mumba tribe selflessly extended a helping hand to our tribe and drew a sword to help. Gifts are still exchanged, and now they are in trouble, and we should strive to save them. But ......". At this point he paused, glanced up quickly at Gesulid, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and lowered his head again.

"How can there be so many!" An elder with a ruddy face and a stout physique stood up excitedly and said loudly: "Among the grassland tribes, it is about a promise of a thousand gold, treating each other with all sincerity, and sticking a knife in the ribs for friends!" When my tribe is in danger, others can be enthusiastic and draw swords to help; Now, if I, the Tunis, are treacherous and abandon our allies, how can we stand up to the heavens and the earth to be human? And how to gain a foothold among the tribes of the steppe?! ”。

His words finally had a response, and some of the elders present nodded their heads one after another, while others rolled their eyes and scoffed.

"Alright! It's better to say than to sing! If you hadn't married your daughter into the Mumba tribe, you wouldn't have made such a big deal and put the safety of my Tunni tribe at risk! A tall, thin elder who was a little older couldn't help but get up and retorted.

The previous impassioned elder turned slightly red, swallowed and foamed, bowed his head and sat down without saying a word.

The tall, thin elder looked around at the crowd and said, "None of you here are blind! The strength of the steppe coalition is obvious to all, not to mention that the current king of the Bals Khan married the daughter of the leader of the dynasty Gesulid, and the king of the Khan is now personally leading a large army to stand out for my tribe, we are a family, how can there be a reason to turn an elbow outward? If you really want to raise an army, it is better to help the tribal alliance and destroy the Mumba tribe! Or for the sake of their help at the beginning, let their messengers tell the tribal leaders to return to the grassland coalition army as soon as possible. ”

With a "boom", the collective silence at the beginning of the big tent changed to gossip. Some people even turned red and angry, rolled up their arms and sleeves and shouted, seeing that the white knife went in and the red knife came out.

The headache waved towards Gesulid, tried his best to stop the noise of the elders, and said in embarrassment: "We have already tried to be the enemy of the grassland alliance, and now we must not do it!" But I couldn't open my mouth when I abandoned the Mumba tribe...... Don't make any noise, help me get an idea, the envoys of the Mumba tribe are still waiting for our news!" ”。

All the elders closed their mouths again, and wrinkled their brows in thought and thought.

After a while, a gray-bearded elder's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes flashed, and he clapped his hands and said, "Yes, I have come up with a clever plan to get the best of both worlds, and I can't offend anyone!" ……”。

In the evening, the Mumba envoy, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, finally came to the call, and he rushed to the yurt of the Tuni chieftain Chao Gesulid.

Along the way, he didn't see the Tuni warriors reorganize their soldiers and horses, and his heart was full of suspicions, and he had a faint sense of foreboding.

Bowing down and stepping into the large yurt room, he saw that the room was crowded, and the faces of more than a dozen respected elders in the tribe were solemn and anxious, but no one paid attention to him.

The Mumba envoy looked closely, only to find that everyone was scrambling around the leader of Gesulid who was lying on the bed. The tribal leader's face was scorched, his face was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were closed.

The Mumba envoy was at a loss for what to do, and an elder hurriedly walked over as if he had just seen him, and said politely with a smile on his face: "I really don't want to go, I am slow to treat your guests, which is against the hospitality of my steppe tribes!" The leader of my tribe had just recovered from a serious illness, and when he heard the bad news from your envoy in the morning, his friends of the Mumba tribe, who were worried about the hardships and hardships, fell into a coma again! The matter of the tribe sending reinforcements had to be discussed slowly! But rest assured, our Tunni tribe has always kept its word and has always been ......."

(To be continued in this chapter)