Chapter 140: Wealth Moves People's Hearts (1)

The Uro Protector circled around the guard Ah Xiong, looking for an opportunity to knock the opponent to the ground, skill is equally important in wrestling, Ah Xiong's burly body also means the loss of wrestling flexibility, and the Uro Protector did not flinch when he gained and lost, but was high-spirited.

Ah Xiong stood still in the middle of the field, just quietly waiting for the opponent's attack, and did not take the Uluo Protector, who was shorter than himself, in his eyes.

Suddenly, the warrior of the Uro Protector pounced on him from a tricky angle, grabbed the leather belt around Ah Xiong's waist, and then spun with the force he had just swirled to give Ah Xiong an inverted .......

As soon as the warrior of the Uro Protectorate exerted his strength, he immediately realized that he had made a big mistake, Ah Xiong's feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake Ah Xiong's body at all.

At the moment when the warrior of the Uro Protector was stunned, Ah Xiong stretched out his ape arm and grabbed the shoulder of the warrior of the Uro Protector, and the shoulder immediately felt the weight of the mountain, and the body was pushed hard, and the Uro Protector felt that his body was pressed into the ground, and when he wanted to retreat, Ah Xiong stretched out his leg and hooked on the heel of the warrior of the Uro Protector, and with a "plop", the warrior of the Uro Protector was pushed to the ground.

In a clean and neat round, the Urro Protector Warrior was knocked out, and a burst of ridicule erupted in the surroundings!

The face of the warrior of the Uro Protector turned red, and he unwillingly "grunted" up from the ground, let out a low roar like a beast in his throat, and rushed towards Ah Xiong!

A Xiong's eyes flashed a fierce color, as soon as he stretched out his hand and pressed the head of the Wuluo Protector Warrior, his body fluttered back, and his hand took advantage of the situation, and the Uro Protector Warrior flew out along this force, and this time he fell even worse, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

The Uro Protector Warrior was still struggling to stand up, and immediately two Uro Protector soldiers rushed up and helped the Uro Protector Warrior on the ground up.

"Shame on you...... Don't quit yet! ”

Pu Kun raised the horn cup in his hand towards Zhen Er: "Cheers to the first warrior of the caravan!" As he spoke, he pushed out the Urro Guardian woman beside him, "The warrior will be favored by the Uro Guardian woman, don't let the woman's gentleness destroy the warrior's heroic ......, go!" Pregnant with this warrior's child, the Uro Protector needs the bravest warriors! ”

The Uro Protectorate worships power and warriors, Pu Kun lets the women around him serve the victors, and it is the ancient custom of the Uro Protectorate to serve the warriors from outside, and in the tribes that lack personnel exchanges, this custom is still preserved in some places, which is what later generations called genetic diversity, long-term intermarriage within the tribe will lead to genetic degradation, and the entire tribe will perish in serious cases.

Under Pu Kun's enthusiastic care, Zhen Er's caravan's trade in the Wuluo Protectorate was very smooth, and even after some small tribes around heard that a caravan had arrived, they braved the wind and snow and rushed to the Wuluo Protectorate Valley to trade, and exchanged herds of cattle and sheep as exchange commodities for ironware, tea bricks and silk cotton that they urgently needed.

Seven days later, the caravan had a lot of cattle and sheep and precious medicinal herbs, and a cart full of gold, agate, and diamonds, ready to leave the Uro Protectorate.

That night, Pu Kun held a grand farewell banquet for the caravan, the noisy carnival made everyone fascinated, the woman of the Wuluo Guardian pulled the caravan's guards reluctantly, the sound of laughter and chasing echoed happily in every corner of the valley, and even Pu Kun sent his two daughters to Zhen Er's tent.

Pu Kun seemed to have drunk a little too much, and the spirits brought by the caravan made him feel rejuvenated, holding the white porcelain cup of Xing Kiln in his hand, and the sparkling hops hanging on the stubble.

Zhen Er squinted his eyes slightly, and the corners of his eyes swept over Pu Kun's face, "The sake celebrity face and wealth are really moving!" ”

The farewell banquet was nearing the end, Zhen Er staggered to his feet, and saluted Pu Kun: "The enthusiasm of the Wuluo Protector is like a bonfire in winter to warm people's hearts, after I go back, I will spread the hospitality of the Wuluo Protector throughout the Tang Dynasty, and soon more caravans will come here, for the friendship between the caravan and the Wuluo Protector!" ”

"For the sake of friendship...... Drink to win! ”

The drunk and hazy Pu Kun was helped into the big tent by his eldest son Chakan, and Pu Kun, who walked into the big tent, pushed away Chakan, who was supporting, and his eyes became sharp and cold, "Are you ready?" ”

"It's all ready, tonight's fourth watch, six hundred warriors have sharpened their swords, the wind and snow will cover their screams, the swords are already impatient to drink blood, and the caravan's goods all belong to the Uro Protector ......."

"Hmm!" Pu Kun lay on the soft lamb chair, the whole person was trapped in the middle, his withered arms waved in the air, his fists clenched tightly, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "As long as we can get the weapons and belongings of the caravan, the Uro Protectorate will launch a fatal blow to the Hejie Tribes next spring, and the rich pastures of Bell Lake will belong to the Urro Protectorate!" ”

At first, Pu Kun was not ready to rob the caravan, and the strength of the caravan was not weak, which also made Pu Kun fearful.

There are not many Wuluohu tribes who spend the winter in the valley, mainly Pu Kun's descendants, and other Wuluohu tribes are scattered all over the place, and it is impossible to convene for a while and a half, and there are many people who have mixed mouths, and Pu Kun doesn't want to give away the pie that fell from the sky in vain.

What really made Pu Kun greedy was the sophisticated weapons in the hands of the caravan, the sharp horizontal knife and the dexterous bow and crossbow were the best weapons for fighting against the Jiebu, which made people not excited.

Six hundred Wuluo Guardian warriors sneaked up on one hundred and fifty caravan guards, and it seemed that they had the advantage in numbers, but Pu Kun had no bottom in his heart.

This attack plan was planned by Pu Kun for several days, so Pu Kun still couldn't make up his mind.

Seeing that Pu Kun was a little hesitant, Cha Kan couldn't help but get anxious: "Ah Weng, there will be no chance after tonight?" ”

"Let me think again?"

People have more worries when they are old, and the chance of winning a sneak attack is sixty percent, but the loss is inevitable, and the death of a person in the family will make him feel distressed, if the situation allows, Pu Kun will not hesitate to sacrifice some other clansmen.

"There is a saying in the Central Plains, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger, Ah Weng! As long as the grassland of the Kaibu is occupied next spring, the Uro Protectorate will be doubled, and if we lose this opportunity, we will have to wait for two or three years! ”

Chakan's words hit Pu Kun's key point, do you still have two or three years? The North Sea is getting colder and colder every year, and if there is another white disaster, it will not be the annexation of the Uro Protectorate and the Jiebu, but the annexation of the weakened Uro Protectorate by the Kou.

"Good! Keeping a close eye on the caravan's every move, giving them plenty of wine and food, and letting the women of the Oro Protectorate wear off their spirits in the warm felt tent is the last gift from the Oro Protector to them! ”

Chakan turned around and left the big tent, waving his hand to beckon a few warriors: "Act tonight, not a single one will be left!" ”