Mount Bali is nestled in a forest of mountains, and at the foot of the mountain is a branch of the Donghu tribe called the Bali tribe. And there are many such branches in the tribal alliance of Donghu, and the Bali tribe is only a small tribe among them.

It is attached to one of the largest tribes in Donghu, the Beggars.

Set against the backdrop of mountains and forests, facing the plains. Although the Bari tribe is a small tribe in Donghu, it has fertile pastures that are unmatched by other small tribes.

All this is thanks to the credit of the leader of the Bari tribe, Geltu, who gained the trust of the eldest son of the leader of the beggar tribe, Qifumu, and then relied on the power of the beggar tribe to mix with the surrounding tribes and recover the pastures and woodlands of many small tribes.

Of course, as the price of being sheltered, it is necessary to hand over a certain amount of livestock, food, weapons and other materials to the beggar tribes above.

At this time, although the bright moon is hanging high, the Bari tribe is brightly lit, and people come and go and look lively.

The houses in the Bari tribe are varied, like small towers.

This kind of house, or camp tent, has an oval shape, with a pointed pattern on the top, and the frame is made of wood, and the frame is made of a kind of hay, which is very warm and like a blanket, and the whole camp tent is tightly encased.

The tent looks like a yurt, but it's not the same.

At this moment, Qi Fuyan was sitting in the camp of the Parisian tribal leader Gertu, with a displeased face.

He asked Gertu to take someone to find the Qin State soldier today, and if he didn't catch the damn Qin State soldier, he couldn't swallow this breath in his heart.

I wonder when he, as the leader of the beggar tribe, has suffered such a loss, but instead of catching the holy beast he dedicated to his father, he was almost killed.

If he hadn't run fast, he would have become the ghost of that "barbarian" man a long time ago.

Even on the way back like this, his war horse was actually exhausted to death. And if he said that the third son of the begging king ran for his life and exhausted the horses to death, how could he survive in Donghu, where the strong man was respected?

The third prince was furious. It is not very appropriate to rush to send troops now, after all, it will be the birthday of the beggar king in a few days, and it will not be good for the majesty of the beggar king at that time. ”

At this time, a tall man in his forties, who was sitting on the side, said.

This man was none other than the leader of the Bari tribe, Gertu.

"Hmph, is that all the humiliation that Prince Ben has suffered today?" Qi Fuyan slapped the table and said angrily;

"You must know that when the news comes out that the third prince of the beggar tribe has been assassinated in your Bari tribe, and you, as the leader of the tribe of Paris, have not said anything, what do you think my father will think of you?"

After listening to Qi Fuyan's words, Getu frowned, and a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes. But the look on his face quickly disappeared, and he smiled,

"Where did the third prince say, how could I be such a person? Since the third prince has been wronged, I, Gertu, definitely have the responsibility to catch the person who makes the third prince unhappy. ”

"It's just that the begging king's birthday is approaching, and it's not good to mobilize troops and horses. But I, Gertu, will definitely shoot a team of people to arrest that Qin native and give you an explanation to the third prince. ”

After Gertu finished speaking, he picked up a bottle of wine glass on the table, took a sip, looked at the beggar and smiled: "I don't know if the third prince is satisfied with such a decision?" ”

"You know each other." Qi Fuyan said with a cold face.

Then he got up and was about to leave, he lifted the curtain of the tent, looked back at Gertu and said, "Remember, I don't want to wait too long. ”

Gertu looked at the beggar face that disappeared from his vision, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

In the end, he is a domineering person, and he is not even as good as a straw bag compared to the weak second prince, let alone the brave and unrivaled prince. If only my son had pulled out to feed the wolves.

The general of the beggar tribe who wanted to be informed should also arrive, and I don't know who came here to take this straw bale with him.

Gertu thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking, a soldier outside the gate reported that the messenger of the beggar tribe had arrived.

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man who was taller than Gertu buried his head and dodged through the door and walked in.

The man was dressed in a fur suit, with a hat the size of a dustpan on his head, and an extremely long bronze sword at his waist. His eyes were like lightning, and his power without anger was unmatched, and he came to the camp tent only after a few dragon steps.

Seeing this man, Gertu immediately got up and stepped forward, opening his arms with an incomparably cordial smile on his face.

"General Zamu! Why did you come here in person? ”

The tall man named Zamu hugged Getu, and after listening to Getu's words, he smiled and said: "Because of your news, the king learned that the third prince ran to you, so he specially ordered me to bring him back, and I happened to be around here with troops so I came over."

"You also know that the king's birthday is approaching in two days, and he doesn't want the third prince to cause trouble outside."

Getu nodded, then hurriedly invited him into his seat, and even poured him a drink himself.

For Zamu, he has to be treated solemnly, because as the right-hand man of the beggar king, Zamu is not only strong in force, but also a good hand in leading troops, it can be said that the beggar tribe can become one of the largest tribes in Donghu, and Zamu's credit is indispensable.

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At this moment, on the periphery of the Bari tribe, Summer is quietly observing the tribal settlement in front of him, watching so many houses like yurts shining with lights, and countless tents forming a strange style of settlement.

Looking at this strange settlement that seemed to be a small village, Summer brought out Xiaobai in the basket and said to Xiaobai,

"Are you in the wrong place for me?"

Because the beggar ran very fast, the summer with no trace was worried about how to find their escape route.

At this time, Xiaobai suddenly screamed, not like its usual call, but a foreign language that he learned after being affected by the summer-Wangwang.

Under the guidance of this strange voice, Summer finally found the traces they left on the road in the direction of Xiaobai's howl, so he followed this "guide tiger".

Finally, after a day of running, he found a brightly lit place at the foot of the mountain, and saw this strange style of settlement in front of him.

Xiaobai has a high level of spirituality, and seems to be able to understand what Summer says, biting Summer's fingers and shaking his head to express dissatisfaction.

Summer pulled her hand back, and then finally saw a group of East Lake soldiers dressed in the same clothes as the group of people two days ago.

And in the middle of the group of soldiers was a tall man, because he was much taller than the soldiers around him, and he could be seen even at night in summer.

And the scene he saw was when Zamu had just come to the Bari tribe.