Chu Luo Khan smiled and waved his hand, and finally said to Yang Zhengdao: "What is Mr. Yang talking about? Chu Luo is just a barbarian outside the fortress, how can there be any heroic face? But Mr. Yang, you were born with a lofty atmosphere between your eyebrows and extraordinary demeanor, this should be the appearance of the lord of the world. ”

"Lord of the world, huh? Khan should not use these four words to make fun of Zhengdao again. Look at this world, is it still called the world? Khan, you may be busy with your Turkic affairs, so you may not be as concerned about the Central Plains as you are in politics. Chuluo Khan, open your eyes and take a look. Look at what the Central Plains is calling now?

Those murderous and bloodthirsty gangsters and villains have all ended up in a position of great wealth and nobility. And how many of the good men and women who built bridges and repaired roads and persuaded people to be good have a good death? In such a world, I, Yang Zhengdao, don't dare to be his master, my merit is thin, and I can't control him. In today's world, unless there are great evils and good people, it is absolutely impossible to calm down this world. ”

After Yang Zhengdao listened to what Luo Khan said, he sighed, and then looked into the distance, and couldn't help but say in amazement.

After listening to Yang Zhengdao's words, Chu Luo Khan couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy in his heart. Sympathize with human life in this troubled world. But after all, if it is not my race, its heart will be different, and this sympathy in the heart of Chuluo Khan, who is a Turk, only exists for a moment, and then disappears in surprise. Chu Luo Khan stood beside Yang Zhengdao, accompanied him to look at the distance that he didn't know where to lead, and at the same time continued to persuade Yang Zhengdao and said:

"Mr. Yang, I once heard your Han sages say that in troubled times, people's hearts are not ancient. After all, war brings endless destruction, and as the war lasts, more and more destruction will occur, so consumables such as food will become more and more scarce.

My father, the former Khan, also told me that if a person is hungry and red-eyed, he is not a human being. I heard that when he was a child, he encountered a winter famine, and the winter of that year came quickly and coldly. In about two days, the goose feather snow has covered the entire grassland.

The wind blowing from the northwest carried the snow all over the sky, and the people who blew it couldn't open their eyes outside the house, and it was very difficult to even breathe. Nine times out of ten our livestock froze to death that year, we didn't have enough food to survive the winter famine, nor did we have the time and ability to make it out of the snow-covered grasslands and escape the cold in the warm south.

So after that heavy snowfall came a very brutal famine. When my father told me, it was the first time I had seen my father look that frightened. My father was only seven years old that year, and the clan leaders consulted with the Khan and made a decision:

He selected all the young and middle-aged men of the clan, brought them seven days' worth of food, and let them ride on the best horses on the grassland, and went to borrow some grain from a caravan of the Yue people not far southeast of our royal court at that time to avoid this eastern famine. Of course, in exchange for all the furs of our clan, they also brought knives.

These people braved the wind and snow and traveled for more than ten miles, and when they were far away, they saw this caravan of the Yue people. Their camp was surrounded by a makeshift shelter made of earth and rock, for it was snowing heavily as they marched there. Therefore, the light of the fire inside the wall can be seen clearly, and even from a distance, you can smell the smell of meat and wine wafting from the camp.

So these people who traveled in the cold snow for three days and three nights could no longer control their thoughts at this moment. They had only one thought in their minds: to enter the camp and eat and drink enough. But those Yueshi people were not good men and women, and when they saw them riding towards the camp, they didn't care about it, and shot down three rounds of bows and arrows, knocking down three or four of their companions.

But no matter how sharp their bows and arrows were, after these three rounds of bows and arrows, our horses still rushed into the camp of the Yueshi people. Once inside the camp, these Turkic warriors, who had suffered from the wind and frost on their horses and witnessed the death of their companions, really broke out completely.

They drew their scimitars at their waists and slashed and slaughtered through the camp. Only my father was left in place to watch them and the Yue people strangle together, at a loss. My father was frail and sickly since he was born, and my father's mother died not long after giving birth to my father because of heavy bleeding when she gave birth to him.

My father was raised by my grandfather, and after having my father, my grandfather devoted himself to the upbringing of my father. It stands to reason that in the face of such a natural disaster, a frail child like my father should have been abandoned at the very beginning.

But my grandfather, with the help of his prestige as a khan, saved my father's life. But the steppe was a Turkic alliance of tribes, so my father, even though he was under the protection of my grandfather, was still criticized by these people.

In the face of all kinds of criticism, my grandfather's choice was simple and straightforward. That is to ask my father to go to the camp with the warriors who went out to look for food, and go to the Yueshi people to ask for food. The Yueshi people were also trapped on the grassland by this heavy snow, and their food reserves were also limited, and no one could say when the snow would stop. So in this case, where would they be willing to distribute food to these fleeing Turks?

So my grandfather knew very well that the Yueshi people would definitely clash with the Turks who went to borrow grain. As long as my father was in the middle of this conflict, he killed enough five people. It can be confirmed to the leaders of those tribes that although this child is weak, he is still a steppe warrior who can go on horseback and fight.

All the criticisms were easily resolved, and my father did just that. He carried a large amount of supplies on his horse, and when he returned to the royal court with the procession. On the horse's neck, there is a rope with seven noses pierced, which represents his seven feats of war. Sure enough, after that, all the criticism of my father disappeared completely.

Relying on this special means of borrowing grain, our Turks constantly borrowed a large amount of materials from the merchants who passed by, and they survived this winter famine. And my father, after that winter famine, also miraculously became physically strong, and later even became the most brave warrior on the grassland among his peers. The tribesmen say that it is the blessing of the immortal heaven, and if you want me to say that it is because of his desire to live. ”