There were only four people who came to visit Lao Luo, all of whom were burly and strong men, the oldest looked only about forty years old, with a unique color of wind on the grassland, and rough hands full of calluses, in addition to seeing that their lives were very hard, it can also be seen that they are all good hands who have been honed in this era, whether they are grazing or fighting.

Unlike the customs of later generations of Kazakhs, when they first met, they did not shake hands, but bent forward with their hands stretched out.

Maybe it's to show that it's not aggressive? Or did Li Zheng next to him say something to them? Lao Luo didn't know.

"Greetings to you, noble general, Besby, son of the White Swan!" The leader was the oldest person, and after bending down and saluting, he said this to Lao Luo in stiff Chinese.

When he was still in later generations, Lao Luo learned a few words of Kazakh, but this occasion was not suitable, and there were vocabulary differences caused by the era, and he couldn't take out the few sentences he knew at all. So Lao Luo also said slowly in Chinese: "Besbai people, it's right to call it that, right?" ”

Besbai means the number five in Kazakh, and it seems that some of their words are still passed down from generation to generation, Lao Luo thought to himself, he always found Kazakh names very interesting, and the habit of naming them is also very life-like. This Besbai is obviously the fifth in the family, and it seems that he has many brothers and sisters, and may still be a large family.

"Thank you, General!" Besbai bowed down and thanked him, he had to do this, as a small tribe leader with only three thousand people, it was not a shame to maintain a humble attitude in front of such a strong man, not to mention that there was nothing disrespectful about the other party's words.

This Besbai was a good-looking man, with a straight nose and a broad mouth, broad shoulders and a thick back, curled hair wrapped in a white cloth, a short thick beard on his chin that had been rested for a while, and a kind of proud temperament between his eyebrows. This person must have been a famous beautiful man when he was young, although he looked at some vicissitudes, but he seemed more mature and wise, and in future generations, he must have been an uncle who fascinated little girls.

Of course, this is not what Lao Luo pays attention to, what he values more is the humility of this Besbai when facing him, but he is not pretentious.

You must know that Lao Luo just led his men and horses to kill 40,000 or 50,000 people in Bishkek, not ants or lambs, but the Qarluq and Uyghur united tribes that were dominating the northern part of the steppe at this time, including the Hujias.

What is the concept of forty or fifty thousand people? In the steppe at this time, even the number of Turkic royal courts in the past was only like this! In later generations, it was also close to the size of the number of four regular infantry divisions! Of course, just the number of people, 40,000 or 50,000 people in Bishkek are not professional soldiers, and the combat strength cannot be compared vertically.

However, such a combination of combat power was killed by Lao Luo with more than half of the old and young women and children, not scattered and fled, but slaughtered, what kind of situation is this?

After the battle in Bishkek ended, the people of the caravan who followed hundreds of miles behind Lao Luo were directly stunned by the bloodshed at that time, and the leader of the caravan, Nuak, was even more stunned. Not only them, but also the tribesmen of the steppes who were accustomed to killing began to walk around, and the information brought by Alk was even more exaggerated, and some small tribes were said to have migrated westward or were preparing to migrate.

The people of the idle small tribe didn't have time to hide from Lao Luo, how could they come to the door? People who really can't avoid it, when they see Lao Luo, the centaur, they also have an expression of wanting to kneel on the ground and lick their boots. Of course, in the face of a team that has killed tens of thousands of people, it is not too much to exaggerate.

In contrast, this Besbay's behavior is somewhat different from others.

"Okay, please sit down, and please introduce me to your people." As the leader of nearly 100,000 people, Lao Luo represents the face of these tens of thousands of people, so it is not good to say much, but since the other party dares to come to see him, and he is the leader of a tribe, he must be either open-minded or scheming, and he doesn't look like a sneaky person from the outside.

Continuing to sit back in his place, seeing that Lao Luo was interested in the clansmen around him, Besbai said with a smile on his face: "Powerful general, this is my eldest son Suiwentik, as well as the warriors of my clan, Bartolbai and Boambi, they are all excellent warriors in my tribe. ”

According to the introduction, Lao Luo looked at the three people behind Besbay, the name Suiwentik should mean cute, but Besbai's son doesn't look so cute, his eyes are very sharp, but he looks very much like the younger version of Besbai, as for Bartolbay and his own Mongolian name is very close, it also means warrior, Poland means blizzard, the two warriors are not very old, and the robes made of linen reveal that several people are very strong.

Lao Luo didn't care much about the appearance of the other party, but the complexions of the four people said something very well. According to Lao Luo's experience, the other tribe should be quite rich and not closed, at least the warriors can eat and temper their bodies, and they can also wear linen cloth that is not a product of the grassland.

And from the eyes of everyone, Lao Luo can see the mentality of daring to fight, but there is no negative emotions such as greed - this is not easy, at this time in the grassland, there are fraud, vendettas, grievances and other tangled things everywhere, and it is rare to be able to retain a pure heart.

"Mmmm, they're all good fighters, have you ever played with Alker?" The clothes of several Hosa warriors were somewhat dirty, and Lao Luo asked with some appreciation but playfully, but he knew the temperament of his subordinates, and those bastards couldn't sleep at night without playing twice when they were fine.

"Ahem...... The general thinks highly of them, and these boys are not yet successful. Besbai was suddenly a little embarrassed, and the three warriors behind him also had the same expressions, and their faces instantly looked rosy and beautiful.

"Ha, don't be embarrassed, man, it's not a matter of falling and fighting, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose, the key is to be able to fall down and get up again!" Seeing the expressions of several people, Lao Luo casually said a few words of comfort.

He asked this question not to be a family routine, but to observe the other party's reaction through this thing that embarrassed the other party a little. The other party's reaction was quite satisfactory to him, if the other party was annoyed or didn't care, then it must mean that there was a story behind it, and Lao Luo was the least worried about any story, don't forget, he had already studied psychology because of battlefield syndrome, although it was only military psychology.

"Well said the general!" Besbai's eyes lit up, Lao Luo's words were very simple, but not difficult to understand, he turned back to his son and his subordinates and said, "Can you three understand?" ”

The three young men behind him were also very interesting, and almost in unison said, "Understood, father/patriarch." General Xie's advice! ”

Although the Chinese accent of the three people is equally weird, it can still be understood. Lao Luo noticed that they used the word "adult", and couldn't help but sigh a little, later generations did not have this title in the spoken language, and the people in the Tang camp in the past may have been influenced by too many Central Asian tribes, and they have also never heard of this title. Perhaps, but he never noticed it, but he didn't expect to hear it from outsiders now.

It's not that he's too sensitive, but he's been thinking about what will happen after he goes east recently, and when he thinks of the eastern world at this time, the layers of big people and bustling little people, he can't help but feel a little bored.

"I can't say what I can do, it's just some insights, you just feel useful!" Lao Luo waved his hand, he was about to end this boring conversation, "Besbai people, I heard on the way here that you want to buy some things?" ”

Lao Luo is too lazy to come and go politely, isn't it clear what to say? At the moment, the two sides are not familiar with each other, what to say and what not to say, and he has no bottom in his heart, lest that sentence is inappropriate and provoke the anger of the other party, tens of thousands of Qarluqs have been defeated, and the more than 1,000 warriors in his tribe can not afford it.

It's better to get straight to the point.

"Yes, noble general, it is so." Besbai hesitated for a moment, then said, "Although there is nothing lacking in the steppe, it is difficult to find good utensils...... And, even if a merchant brings the right items, we can't afford to change them......"

Besbai's words can be called a grievance, and the steppe at this time is not the situation of later generations. In addition to grazing cattle and sheep, it is already a great skill for men to be able to make saddles with knives, and women can repair tents and weave carpets.

Most of their cultural heritage is passed on by word of mouth, whether Kazakh or other steppe tribes.

And this treatment was still reserved only for the nobles or the heads of the tribes, and ordinary herdsmen could learn to herd or wield knives and arrows, that is, to have the pleasure of wrestling shirtless.

Not to mention things such as reading and writing, making clothes and iron.

Along the way, Lao Luo led people to attack many tribes, and he also saw too many evils of the grassland. From Sylvan to present-day Erie Basin, it can be said that the tribes that are closer to the "advanced" civilization are richer and poorer the more remote they are.

Similar to the western part of the Tianshan Mountains, many small tribes are almost isolated from the world for many years, and their leaders or better, low-ranking tribesmen can't even speak, as if they are suffering from aphasia. (This is not an exaggeration, to this day, many remote places, some people who have settled in inaccessible places, they can't express themselves clearly when they meet outsiders)

"Will it be expensive?" Lao Luo was a little puzzled, even if most of the merchants at this time were very unscrupulous, they would not raise prices to a level that was unacceptable to the herdsmen, right? "So, Besby, tell me about the prices that the merchants have offered you, and I need to know about it...... Oh, for example, how do you change the iron pot? How do you change the knife? How many sheep are needed? The Qarluqs must have had a lot of trade in the East and the West, right? What do they say when they sell it to you? ”

Halfway through Lao Luo's speech, he looked at the other party a little confused, and then remembered that the other party might not understand the words he used, so he had to change to a simple and easy-to-understand expression.

Of course, there is something wrong with his approach, at least not the businessman's approach, how can there be something that is not sold and asks the buyer for details? It's just that the relationship between the other party and him, is not an equal business relationship at all.

Li Zheng, who had been sitting quietly next to him and did not interject, desperately winked at Lao Luo and made small gestures, but Lao Luo turned a blind eye, right and wrong, success or failure, completely depends on the other party's reaction, how the Hosa people are, Lao Luo doesn't care, although he has a few Kazakh comrades-in-arms in later generations, but this can't be equated to see.

The heart of defense is indispensable, and Lao Luo will not forget his original intention because of his appreciation for the other party. If the other party was telling a lie, and it was confirmed that he was involved with the Qarluqs, he didn't mind another sword fight.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly froze.

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And: I received a visa refusal message on Friday, and I was a little depressed, but it happened that my friend beckoned me to go out for a break, and I went home late, and the update of this chapter was a day late. Sorry, this is the first time, let me explain this, if there are no accidents, this book will not be a eunuch, in fact, I have almost conceived the basic follow-up plot, but I really need to consider the details, and I dare not be sloppy.