The morning sun shines on the grassland, the dew drops on the tender green grass shine with crystal clear colors, and from time to time birds fly in the air.

In the early morning of this grassland, there was a burst of "boom! The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and nearly a thousand war horses galloped across the grassland. Their destination was the camp ahead, where they continued their cargo.

Four or five hundred Mongols galloped across the steppe with one man and two horses, and soon came to the vicinity of the camp. The camp was a formation of many large carts, which were only to resist the onslaught of the cavalry.

One of the Mongols at the head came to the camp in a leather robe and shouted in broken Chinese: "Listen, people inside! The bravest Tumut warrior of the steppe is here, hurry up and open the camp gate and let us in! ”

The caravan personnel in the camp had seen the Mongols of the Tumut tribe early on, and these people were so arrogant that they rushed to the vicinity of the camp without any scruples.

They didn't think about the possible attack at all, and rushed directly to the position of more than ten steps near the camp.

Bu He resisted the urge to make a move, and made a color to Steward Fan beside him. Steward Fan immediately put on a smiling face, stood on the cart, and beckoned out: "General Zhuo Tieer has worked hard!" There was something in the customs that was delayed for a day, and the villain had already set up a banquet to make amends to the warriors! ”

Zhuo Tieer saw Steward Fan, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He pointed with his horsewhip on his horse, "Han merchant, you are a friend of the Tumut tribe.

Did the Great Khan bring what he wanted? It's been delayed for too long, and if you don't go back, you will be in a hurry! ”

"Brought! All brought! How could the villain not prepare the things that the Great Khan wanted, please come in and drink saliva and take a rest! Steward Fan said that he ordered people to move a few carts at the camp gate, and the Mongolian mermaids entered the camp.

There were many bonfire racks in the camp, on which the flayed sheep were placed. As long as you light the dry wood below, you can immediately grill the lamb on top.

The Mongols were overjoyed to see the bonfire that had been prepared, and although it was early in the morning, and the dew made the firewood a little wet, they couldn't help but sit around like children waiting to eat.

Zhuo Tieer smiled and scolded a few words to his soldiers, and went to check the goods brought by Steward Fan in person.

Thirty pairs of iron armor and fifty thousand arrows, these things were the goods that Tumut continued to carry. With these things, Tumut can let more warriors go to the battlefield and fight for more cattle and sheep for Tumut.

The cold winter is coming, and if you don't want your tribe to starve to death, you can only rob other people's cattle and sheep. If you can kill the side wall of the Ming Dynasty and rob it, it will be even more perfect, and the benefits will be more in that way.

Zhuo Tieer was very satisfied with the goods brought by Steward Fan, and was immediately colored by the people around him. Immediately, more than a dozen people poured their sheepskin bags on the ground, "Boom! After the sound, the gold and silver jewelry was piled up in front of Steward Fan.

Steward Fan was not surprised by this, but Bu He clearly saw that there were black-brown blood clots on those jewelry. These are the things that the Mongols looted from the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and the Jin merchants took them back at a low price and exchanged them for iron tools and sent them to Guanwai.

Arm the Mongols and let them go into the Ming Dynasty again to rob them. I am afraid that the Mongols can easily break through the wall of the Ming Dynasty, and they may be inseparable from these merchants.

Both Steward Fan and Zotte looked happy when the deal was completed, and the two laughed and walked towards one of the biggest bonfires.

The table has been set up here, and seven or eight dishes have been placed on the table. Looking at the delicious food with all the color and flavor, Zhuo Tieer unconsciously drooled.

A jar of fine wine was placed on the table, and Zhuo Tieer reached out and patted off the mud seal on it, poured a bowl for himself, and then drank it all.

"Good wine!" Zotier grinned and shouted.

When the other Mongols saw that their Zhang Huan had begun to eat and drink, they immediately lit a bonfire and began to roast the lamb on it.

An altar of wine was brought to the Mongols, who began to eat and drink from the sea.

When the wine was drunk, Steward Fan spoke: "I don't know what else Tumut Khan needs?" Good prepared next time we come back! ”

Zhuo Tieer pointed at Steward Fan with his finger, and said with a smile on his face: "Han people! You are too shrewd, you just finished this business and thought about the next time, no wonder your Fan family can get rich. We need ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Steward Fan, "General Zhuotieer, let's take a hand!" ”

Zhuo Tie'er suddenly showed a treacherous smile on his face, pointed at Steward Fan and said, "Steward Fan, you are so shrewd that even your subordinates have to be on guard!" ”

As he spoke, Zhuo Tieer stretched out a hand that was covered by the sleeve of his robe, and Steward Fan also smiled and stretched out his hand. The hands of the two of them were under their sleeves, and they didn't know what they were gesturing, and gradually Zhuo Tieer's face became solemn.

Bu He saw it clearly from the side, and couldn't help but sigh. This Fan steward is really capable of tossing, and will make trouble for himself as long as he has the opportunity.

He glanced up at the Mongolian cavalry who was drinking, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously smiled.

At this time, Mr. Fan had already finished working with Zhuo Tieer, and the two returned to normal again. Zotier raised his glass and said to his Mongol cavalry: "Warriors of Tumut! The Fan family caravan is our friend, let us toast Fan for a drink! ”

His words made the Mongols all stop their movements, and they all looked at their own generals on the main throne.

The Mongolians themselves are addicted to alcohol, and they are all raised in their hands and drunk all the big bowls in their hands when their own adults say it.

Then Zothiel continued: "But if someone bullies our friend, the warriors of Tumut are willing to stick a knife in the side for their friend! Isn't it, warriors? ”

"That's right! Whoever bullies our Tumut friends will pay the price! ”

"The scimitar in my hand will not spare the enemy!"

"The scimitars of the Tumuts will kill the enemy with fear, and they will never dare to mention the Tumut warriors again!"

……

Hearing the Mongolian answers, Steward Fan was overjoyed, and his eyes were full of playful smiles as he looked at Bu He on the side.

Zhuo Tieer picked up the wine bowl and said to the cloth on the side: "This brother! I don't know if I'm right? ”

Buhe looked at Zhuo Tieer with a smile and said, "This brother is right! The Tumut Warrior admits to being a friend of Steward Van right? ”

"Yes!" Zhuo Tieer said with great certainty, and at the same time threw the empty wine bowl to Buhe.

Stretched out his hand and pulled out a scimitar from his waist and pounced on Buhe, while shouting loudly: "Except for Steward Fan, everyone else will not be killed!" ”

The other Mongols drew their weapons one after another and looked at the Han people around them with cruel smiles on their faces.

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