The night is already very deep. In the yurt of the beggar tribe, the fire is blazing. A group of people sat around the fireplace, talking and laughing, only Unabatur, whose eyes were red, looked lonely and bowed his head silently.

Baals's combed ironing, neat golden beard shimmered in the firelight. He cut off a large piece of the roasted whole lamb with his own hands, put it on a plate, and bowed down to Unabatur. Unabatur hurriedly gathered his mind, raised his buttocks and bowed slightly to thank him. He picked up the bowl and said, "On behalf of the people of Kates, I, Unabatur, thank you for your generosity and hospitality. But I don't know how you belong to different tribes, how do you get together in the middle of the night? ”

Bars looked up at the group and laughed. Agudam, of the Ongirati tribe, took a sip of steaming mare's milk and replied, "We didn't just get together tonight, we've been together for a long time!" As he spoke, he smiled and pointed at the golden-bearded Bars with the flesh-cutting dagger in his hand and said, "This tiger brought us together." Speaking of it, we are also forced to be helpless, we are all small tribes, oppressed and plundered by large tribes, often dare to be angry and dare not speak, can only swallow our anger. But we are also heroic and hot-blooded prairie men, but we can not be killed! Bars took the lead, the leaders of the tribes hit it off, and more than a dozen of our small tribes gathered the elite warriors together to form an alliance within an alliance, and one side was in trouble and all sides supported it, and we have been training intensively for more than half a year. The evil tiger of Bars tosses us every day, and Lao Tzu's waist is about to be broken by him. When he has a daughter-in-law, Lao Tzu will rob him sooner or later, so take revenge on him! ”。

Amid the laughter of the crowd, the golden-bearded Bars feigned anger and threw a small bone in his hand, and Agudamu deftly turned his head to dodge, stuck out his tongue and grimaced, reached out and threw a large piece of roast meat into his mouth, and took a few large gulps of the wine bowl as if no one was around.

Chagan Temur of the Zarat tribe glanced at Unabatur coldly, lowered his head and said unhurriedly: "I know that the Khan King looks down on us small tribes, so we have to hold together to protect ourselves. To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the joint attack of several major tribes, any of your four major tribes would dare to attack alone, and it is guaranteed that you will have no return, and you will not be completely dead! ”。

Hearing this, Bars raised his head slightly, frowned and waved his hand to interrupt Tsakan Timur's words. "Brother Temur, the friends of Kates are the honored guests of our beggar tribe, please pay attention to the way you speak. ”

Chagan Timur's little white face turned red, and he hurriedly lowered his head, picked up a piece of roast meat and stuffed it into his mouth, which was regarded as blocking his mouth.

Unabatur hurriedly got up and held the wine bowl in both hands and said, "Anyway, I still want to express my heartfelt thanks to all of you again for your righteous efforts!" The old Khan King has returned to heaven, and my Kates tribe has formed an indissoluble blood feud with the Shani tribe and the Wata tribe! Unabatur swears that in the future, whoever will help my Kates avenge their tribes, regardless of their tribe, will be treated as guests forever! ”。 After that, without waiting for everyone to respond, he raised his neck, only to see his Adam's apple stir, and drank a large bowl of wine without a drop.

The fire was still blazing in the yurt room, and the smell of wine was overflowing, but everyone fell silent and stared at Unabatur's swollen face for some unknown reason.

Bars asked with concern, "What happened to the old Khan?" Why do the Wattas cross the border in the middle of the night to hunt you down? ”。

Unabatur sat down and said with difficulty: "This is a long story, let me go through it one by one." ”

In the light of the fire, everyone held their breath and listened quietly to Unabatur's story. Bars's face was unwavering, and he sometimes gently picked up the wine bowl and took two sips, his bright eyes were turbulent and unpredictable in the light of the fire.

As soon as Unabatur finished speaking, Agudammu slammed the dagger into the table, slapped the case and shouted, "Damn it! The Shani tribe is a pack of wolves, and the Navata tribe is not a good bird! Bars, you lead us to join forces with the Cutters tribe and destroy the Shani tribe! Lao Tzu has long seen that they are not pleasing to the eye! I don't think anyone but you, the tiger, will be able to take care of Shanihada's wolf. ”

All eyes were on Bals's face.

Bars calmly put down the wine bowl in his hand, smiled and said lightly: "This matter still needs to be considered in the long run, I will seriously discuss it with the leaders of the tribes, and make a decision after soliciting everyone's opinions." ”

Agudamu roared: "I also discussed a donkey dung egg!" Which tribal leader doesn't listen to you? Whoever dares not listen, I will slaughter him for you!" ”。

Chagan Temur sat up straight and said coldly: "Your father is the leader of your tribe, if he doesn't agree with you to kill him?" ”

Agudamu suddenly blushed, and he held back for a long time and muttered in a low voice: "My father...... My dad and his old man will definitely agree! If your father doesn't agree, I can go and kill him unceremoniously!" ”。

Chagan Temur was stunned for a moment, straightened his neck and raised his head, and rolled his eyes coldly at Agudammu speechlessly.

Born into a poor family of steppe herders, Bars was born without seeing his father. As a child, Bars was frail and sickly, with a yellow face and thin muscles, and he walked straight and shaky. His mother always held him in her arms with a sad face, fearing that if she put him down, she would die at any time, or be mistaken for a rabbit by the goshawk who had been hovering in the air for a long time and had bad eyes.

Forced by life, fourteen or fifteen-year-old Bars had to follow the adults to the border of Daqi and start a border trade business like others. For half of that year, he had been suffering from nosebleeds, which he was said to have lost money on trading. Bars, who had no money to return to, felt that he had no face to go back to see his mother, so he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to cross the border smoothly and ran to the territory of Daqi to become a small mercenary. Fortunately, at that time, the crazy person had not yet become the president of a certain country, there was no high-walled power grid on the border, and no brainchild had introduced a 255 legal system to restrict the entry of ethnic minorities.

The fertile soil of the Central Plains is not only suitable for plant growth, but also suitable for human survival. This is thanks to the agricultural era, there are no polluting enterprises, and there is no PM2.5. In short, the emaciated Bars thrived day by day under the sun and rain, and his body grew stronger and stronger. He not only learned to fight on horseback, but also developed a strong interest in the art of war and various social systems in the Central Plains. But all this did not stop the veterans in the team from often playing with him as a sandbag, and Bars, who could not bear it anymore, finally cut off the heads of two veterans who bullied him late one night, stole a war horse and escaped from the barracks overnight.

Baars, who fled to the border, changed his name and surname, but healed his scars and forgot the pain, and returned to the border trade with enthusiasm, wanting to earn some money and go home to honor his mother. After losing all his money again, he got drunk and injured people again, and was thrown into prison for two years.

The ancients said: The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skin...... After his release from prison, Bars plans to change his mind and become a new man. However, he suddenly found that no one was doing the border trade business anymore, and the compatriots of the steppe tribes were devoting themselves to the unlimited robbery campaign with great enthusiasm, and the robbery business was in full swing and flourishing. So, Bals decided to keep up with the pace of the times, take advantage of the fire, and take the sheep by the hand. But this time he apparently learned the lessons of his previous failures, took what he saw and broke away from the army alone, took the looted things, and returned to his hometown, where he finally met his mother, who was getting older.

In his early thirties, experienced and ambitious, Bars decided to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to build his own army of robbers. Instead of picking up people's teeth, it is better to take the initiative to open up the wasteland and expand the land! Rich life experience, tenacious character, good insight, appeal and affinity, and super learning ability finally made him, making him a generation of heroes of the grassland tribe a few years later! After the reintegration, the grassland tribes were also strong enough to compete with the Central Plains Empire.

Most of the capital is covered with snow. On the Jinluan Palace, it is splendid.

The military generals of Wenchen were dressed in bright court clothes and stood in two shifts.

The secretary of the military department leaned over and said: "Your Majesty, the minister has two good news, and I would like to report to Your Majesty." First, after receiving the performance of General Ma Yu of the Feihong Pass Hussar Battalion, the bandits in front of the pass have all retreated to the depths of the grassland. General Ma Yu sent troops to investigate, and found that the camp left by his Khan King was full of corpses and was in shambles. After analysis, the barbarian tribes have begun to kill each other, and our Daqi border is as stable as Mount Tai. General Ma Yu specially asked His Majesty whether the hussar battalion would go deep into the grassland to continue the pursuit, or return to the Guannai to quell the bandits? ”

In the midst of the cheers and chatters of the ministers, the military department Shangshu raised his voice proudly and continued:

Second, General Yan Lao, commander-in-chief of the New Army for the Protection of the Country, reported that the training of the New Army had been completed. General Yan is willing to personally command the troops, go out to exterminate the bandits, and make contributions to the country. ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the court was even more emotional, and there were many discussions.

Dong Dazai stepped forward and said generously: "Long live my emperor!" I'm hopeful of ZTE. His Majesty boldly proposed that the hussar battalion should kill the direction of Qingzhou nearby and exterminate the Red Turban bandits. General Yan commanded the new army and destroyed the hateful Taiping bandits, and the overall situation was decided! ”。

A minister took two steps and said, "Dazai's plan is very good, and the minister will reconsider." I think that the hussar battalion is the nemesis of the Red Turban bandits, if it weren't for the constraints of the previous Dazai, the Red Turban bandits would have been wiped out long ago, and they would never have caused today's disaster. However, General Yan Lao failed to train his troops and had already suffered a heavy defeat to the menacing Taiping bandits, which made him frightened, threw away his armor, and fled in despair. This time, General Yan Lao will go out again, and he will definitely be able to completely quell the Taiping bandits! ”。

At this time, one more person came out of the courtiers and said in a loud voice: "Dazai's plan is absolutely inappropriate, and if it is adopted, it will definitely mislead the country!" His Majesty has different opinions, and he will play my emperor. ”