Autumn is the most beautiful season on the grassland.

Here, the autumn is high and cool, the grass is fragrant, the yellow and green waves ripple with the breeze, tilt and fall, revealing the scattered felt tents dotted among them, and the herds of sheep, cattle and horses are like flowing clouds, surrounding the felt tents, and then slowly following the breeze, wonderfully drifting.

Fu Luo Han was stationed on a small dirt bag, and he couldn't help but smile as he watched the athletes of his tribe parting ways in the vast dark grassland.

The grassland has a wide field of vision, the road is unobstructed, although there are slope valley forks, but as long as the first knight leaves a road sign in advance, the subsequent cavalry can drive along the driest and solid road, with the cavalry marching speed is extremely fast, one day and one night can cross most of the grassland.

After enjoying the beautiful scenery on the grassland, Fu Luohan, who was in a good mood, slowly rode his horse and got off his dirt bag, and laughed and shouted to a sturdy young man led by the cavalry not far away:

"Let's go!"

Hearing Fu Luohan's voice, the sturdy young man who was sheltering in Xiema was like an eagle falcon that suddenly opened its eyes, and instantly straddled the horse with a knife, although he was still young, the sharp energy in his eyes was already aggressive.

He skilfully made a whistle, and the knights around him mounted their horses, turning into two streams like a divergent river, guarding the two wings of the young man, and rushing in the direction of Fu Luo Han in unison.

"Let's go, little cub, we should also go and meet your uncle, I heard that he has just won a great victory, and has bitten a large piece of fat from those Huns, and we must also rush to get a piece of the pie, but don't let the other wild dogs on the grassland take it first."

Fu Luohan smiled and scolded the young man galloping towards him, and the other knights in the cavalry immediately followed suit, and many men and horses rode towards the felt tents camped by the river under his guidance.

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Zhishui (Sanggan River) riverside, Xianbei people camp.

The Xianbei young man standing in front of his dome tent was wearing dazzling gold rings, bronze medals and wrist ornaments, wearing a thick leather robe, the braid on his head was smeared with oil, and his slightly immature face already had the vicissitudes and maturity that did not belong to his age.

It wasn't until the screeching, restless sound of horses' hooves in his ears that he slowly raised his head, and was greeted by a cavalry that had galloped and shouted unscrupulously after breaking into his camp.

After staring for a moment at the approaching tall figure on horseback at the head of the cavalry, the young man in front of the dome gritted his teeth and finally managed to squeeze a few happy smiles out of his face.

He took a step forward, and with a hard-won smile, he forced a smile to greet the tall leader led by the cavalry.

But the tall chief did not appreciate it, and he galloped wildly with his cavalry, and rushed directly to the dome, and raised a great puff of smoke and dust in front of the people who stood and waited.

When he saw the young man in front of the tent and others covering his eyes and nose, he laughed proudly, showing his superb riding skills in controlling the war horse, and he stopped in front of everyone, and he was not in a hurry to dismount, but continued to sit on the horse, leaned down slightly, looked at the waiting young man condescendingly, looked at it for a while, and then asked with a slight playful smile:

"Budugen, my good brother. What's the matter, aren't you happy to see the arrival of the prairie eagle Fu Luohan? ”

The young man known as Budugen had a slight anger on his face, but he quickly pressed it down, and he squeezed out a smile again, looking at the arrogant and domineering Fu Luohan on horseback and reluctantly smiled:

"Brother, where do you mean this, where will the master of the grassland not welcome guests from afar. You didn't tell me this time, but you smelled the mare's milk wine and lamb meat in my big tent! ”

"Hehe, yes!" The corners of Fu Luohan's mouth hooked, and he squinted his eyes and said:

"Not only did I smell the smell of wine and meat wafting from your tent, but I also heard about your fierce exploits in the northern grasslands, and I heard that you struck a large number of Xiongnu soldiers and horses, just like our great and brave father and brother, and killed them to the point of losing their armor and fleeing from all directions."

"It seems that our Budugen-sama has grown up, and he is no longer the boy who could only ride sheep and shoot sparrows before!"

Bu Dugen met the sharp gaze of Fuluo Han Fengrui from a high place, and at this time he no longer dodged for half a minute, but smiled calmly:

"The young eagle has grown, and there will not be only one eagle in the vast savannah. However, the elder brother will always be the elder brother, and the lamb in the tent is already full of fragrance, and you and my brother are just getting drunk together. ”

"Hahaha!" Fu Luohan looked at Budugen's smile, and at this time, he also put away the sharpness in his eyes, and turned to laugh out loud.

"Okay, then let me see if your alcohol consumption has really grown into an adult!"

He dismounted vigorously, took the mud and other followers, and strode into the account with Bu Dugen and the others.

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The temperature in the tent rose significantly, and Fu Luohan, who was the leader, unnaturally pulled the leather robe on his body, and looked around with his wolf-like eyes.

The silk, porcelain, pottery, lanterns, bronze mirrors, incense burners of the Han Dynasty, the jade, spices, blankets, splendid embroidery, and utensils of the Western Regions, as well as the bows and arrows, furs, gold and silver ornaments of the Xianbei people, can all be found in the corner.

Of course, what attracted the attention of Fu Luohan and the others the most was the well-made long and short weapons and iron armor on Lan Qi.

These are not something that the Xianbei people can make, and it is difficult to bring such militaristic weapons by relying on ordinary grassland merchants.

It's just that after entering the big tent, Fu Luohan also restrained his arrogance, he quickly retracted his greedy eyes, and entered the seat of the honored guest with the people of the opposite seat, and the people at the root of the step on the opposite seat stared at each other, and started this strange victory banquet coldly.

As Budugen said, the mutton sprinkled with spices and roasted was indeed full of aroma, and was divided into several portions by the servants serving in the tent, and presented to the people's desks in gold and silver utensils, so that the appetite of all the people present at the meeting moved.

In the face of such delicious wine and meat, even if there were rivals sitting in front of each other, the hungry Xianbei man still couldn't help but growl in his stomach, and the salivating crowd soon seemed to have forgotten the open and secret battle just now, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, feasting, and happily plunging into the feast held for the victory over the Huns.

The elder Fu Luohan's entire energy seemed to be attracted to the wine and meat in front of him, and compared to the vigilant Fu Gui Ni and the others, his tall body rose and fell in front of the desk, and he did not refuse to accept everyone's invitation to raise a glass, repeatedly sucking the wine in the cup into his belly, and then urging the servants serving in the tent to fill it again.

After eating and drinking, he put down the scraps in his hand comfortably, blushed his stomach, and looked at Budugen and his subordinates with a smile again.

Because of his good appetite, it seems that Budugen didn't seem to eat much, but drank a lot of stuffy wine with him.

However, Budugen, who was blushing, still smiled, looked at Fu Luohan, who was full of wine and food, and asked with a light smile:

"Brother, in autumn, the pasture under the Yin Mountain in the north is enough to graze and drink horses, why do you want to take your troops to the south pasture?"

Fu Luohan gently rubbed his stomach, smiled, and did not answer Budugen's question directly, but raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Speaking of me? Haha, my good brother, what about you? If I'm not mistaken, you and I have two autumn pastures next to each other. How did you end up in this southern pasture? ”

Bu Dugen looked at Fu Luohan, who had relapsed into his old state, and was silent for a while before he spoke again:

"I came to Yanmen with my troops because the Hu chieftains and chieftains asked me to send troops to help them resist the invasion of the Huns."

As soon as he heard Bu Dugen's words, Fu Luohan immediately sneered again and again.

"The Huns invaded and slaughtered all kinds of people? My good brother, if I remember correctly, the Hu chieftains who slaughtered all kinds of Hu were originally attached to the Huns, and their Huns attacked and killed each other with their own people, how could you have such kindness to help these Tu Gezahu? ”

Budugen was indifferent to Fu Luohan's sneer, and he said solemnly:

"Although the Huns have declined, they have always claimed to be the masters of the grassland, and they covet the grasslands where our people are located.

"Hahaha, Lord Budugen is really far-sighted, but such a clumsy excuse can only deceive the children on the grassland. If it is for the sake of the tribesmen in the northern grasslands, I am afraid that you should be the first to use the army, it should be the eastern adults and my brother who disobey your orders! ”

Fu Luohan, who looked forward to his self-pride, obviously scoffed at Bu Dugen's lies, since the death of Tan Shihuai, the male lord of the Xianbei generation, whether it was Helian or Qianman or Kuitou, their later successors were neither eloquent nor prestigious, and it was difficult to gather the Xianbei people from various departments together.

Although Budugen inherited a large number of people and horses left behind after Kuitou's death because he was Kuitou's younger brother, whether it was the Putou tribe in the west, or the eastern adults such as Suli, Micah, and Jiji, they all ignored the orders of the young Budugen, not to mention the other brother Fu Luohan, who was ambitious and ready to replace him at any time.

In Budugen's heart, dealing with Fu Luohan, Su Li and others must be more tricky and urgent than the Huns.

And Bu Dugen, who had already drunk Fu Luo Han's thoughts, his young face was blue and white for a while, and he could only stare at the arrogant Fu Luo Han and keep silent.

Seeing this, Gui Gui Ni and the others also held the handle of the knife in their hands, and were highly vigilant against the attack of the Budu Root, and in an instant, they confronted the Budu Root in the tent.

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