Among all the guests, Luo Kaixian thought that there were only three groups of targets worthy of his attention.

One of them is the Tubo people from the mountains of Liangzhou, not because he has any good feelings for the Tubo people of this era, nor because the leader of the Tubo people named Bian Ba sent twelve white yaks, but Luo Kaixian is very curious about the distribution and survival of the current Tubo Plateau and even the Qingtang Dynasty - there is no detailed record of this part in the history books of later generations.

Needless to say, the other group of Song people who couldn't be avoided, the transfer envoy named Zeng Yixing left a deep impression on him the night before, looking like a white-faced scholar with a smile, but because of the hurried time, he said a few words, but he felt that it was not a reckless and simple character, and Luo Kaixian, who didn't want to offend Zhao Song for the time being, could only postpone the time of the interview.

It was the so-called Khotanese mentioned by Olki who were arranged at the end, and he was confused for a while by hiding his head and tail, and it was certain that there was no hostility, but Luo Kaixian vaguely felt that once he approached them, he was likely to touch some unexpected trouble.

In the spare time to meet with the leaders of the small clans, Luo Kaixian was thinking about how to deal with the three visitors. Fortunately, doing more trivial things will always improve proficiency, perhaps because of more understanding of the Lingzhou camp, the head of the small tribe is no longer messy and fearless before, and when he meets him, he behaves like the village chief of later generations to see the mayor, saying that the atmosphere is not daring to breathe is an exaggeration, but it is a fact that he does not dare to delay his time.

Therefore, at the beginning of the time, Luo Kaixian could finally send someone to summon the Tibetan visitors.

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When Bian Ba went to see Luo Kaixian, he brought Mr. Ziming, a strategist, as an entourage and interpreter, and Luo Kaixian also summoned an additional person who was familiar with the plateau language from Lao Dune to be the interpreter, and the two parties solved the problem of language communication.

With the presence of an interpreter, they greeted each other, and the guests and hosts sat down, Luo Kaixian went straight to the point: "Bian Batou people, I will be very surprised, your ministry has no contact with a certain Su, I don't know where Bian Batou people learned about a certain big wedding, and gave a heavy gift to a certain person, what did he do?" ”

No matter what kind of thoughts each guest has, Luo Kaixian doesn't want to waste his time because of this, so having something to say is the basic, and going around in circles is not his style.

This practice is nothing to acquaintances, but for those who meet for the first time, it is not polite or everyone's demeanor, but with the blood of a soldier and an aggressive sense of oppression, no matter which era or ethnic group, such words have nothing to do with politeness.

Bian Ba, the leader of the Tibetan people, did not feel any discomfort, was not annoyed, not angry, not afraid or impatient, and replied directly: "General Luo, our department now lives in the Kaluo River three hundred miles away from here in the south, and the name of the water is called Karo. Two months ago, there were brothers in the clan who returned from Luntai City, for a whole month, every time they drank and feasted, they always had to tell the general's name and recite the general's feat all the way east. ”

Listening to the Han strategists sitting opposite him translate a large part of the words, Luo Kaixian frowned, the news of the return of his troops to the east would spread, he had expected it, but someone would come to the door according to hearsay, it was really a bit unexpected by him, and he was interested in seriously looking at the Tubo people sitting in front of him.

In Luo Kaixian's eyes, the guy named Bian Ba who was sitting opposite him was about forty years old, with an obvious plateau red on his face, a thick body skeleton, a few old small scars on his cheeks, and many traces of grinding and healing where his arms were not covered by clothing.

Bianba's clothes were not luxurious, and he did not decorate his clothes with gold and silver threads like many steppe nobles, except for a thick silver-white earring on his ear, there were no ornaments. Compared with the extravagance of the nobles, the sheepskin robe on his body can really be called simple, the only difference compared with ordinary warriors is that the washing is quite clean and tidy, and the hands of the warriors are not as black mud as many people in this era, and the hair and beard on this side can also be seen to be repaired.

Like a warrior more than a leader, Bian Ba did not have the rudeness and bravery of many Tibetan warriors, nor did he have the lofty and upturned chin of the usual nobles, but maintained a level gaze when looking at people, even in the face of Luo Kaixian's unscrupulous scrutiny, there was no timidity and retreat.

This is an interesting person, Luo Kaixian secretly came to a conclusion, he raised his hand, still maintaining a cold face, "Bian Batou people don't need to say much, the white long-haired cattle sent by your department, a certain subordinate likes it very much, I don't know what Bian Batou people want?" Trade? Ally? Or is it attached? Speak up! ”

What kind of conversation is the most daunting? Especially for the weaker side?

Bian Ba didn't know what other people's conclusions were, anyway, at this time, he felt that the tall General Luo in front of him was the most difficult kind to deal with! Every sentence is straight to the point, undisguised, unpretentious, not arrogant, but straight to the heart, just as fierce as the rumored battle.

Strongly, he straightened his spine, faced a young face that was as hard as a rock, and said word by word: "I don't know General Luo, how to talk about the deal?" What does the alliance say? And what about attachment? ”

There are not many people who can be calm under Luo Kaixian's gaze, even if they are counted in the next generation, he eased his tone and said: "If you want to trade, within the scope of goods allowed to be sold, you will give a nine-percent discount to the people of Bian Batou; If you want to form an alliance, you need to wait a year before discussing it, and Lingzhou needs to lay a solid foundation; As for the attachment...... Follow the will of all the people in my Lingzhou, obey the rules that are still improving in my Lingzhou, and fight for the survival of everyone, not for the interests of some people! Bian Batou people, can a certain word be clear? ”

"This ......" listened to the explanation, and then compared with Luo's cold face, Bian Ba hesitated a little, "General Luo, can you explain the rules of Lingzhou?" ”

"The people of Bian Batou want to know the rules of my Lingzhou? Great, someone will deliver a copy to you later. Seeing that the other party had the idea of getting close, he couldn't help the strange feeling in his heart, Luo Kaixian's expression softened a little, "I won't elaborate...... It has been three days since the people of Bian Batou came to my Lingzhou, and they must have seen the behavior of the generals, if they really have the idea of belonging, they may as well stay for a few days to observe it......"

Bian Ba's thoughts were surging in his heart, and he couldn't help but ask in his half-baked Chinese: "General Luo, I saw that there are many variegated ethnic groups under the general, I don't know why the general coordinated such people with different bloodlines?" ”

"It seems that the people of Bian Batou really have the heart to join him, and he will not deceive you! A certain tribe, regardless of blood, must be able to speak Chinese, must follow the rules of the camp, all beings are equal, there is no difference between big and small, no difference between high and low! Although he is optimistic about the idea of getting closer to the other party, it does not mean that all secrets are open to the other party, the many clans in the camp are open secrets, and he does not have to worry about being learned after the explanation, for the tribes of this era, blood and prejudice are also everywhere, where is it so easy to change?

"It's so ......" After thinking for a while, Bian Ba sighed in surprise, and the look of Mr. Ziming, the Han man next to him, was also not much better, twisting his chin and sparse beard, the corners of his mouth twitched but he couldn't speak, of course, there was no place for the entourage to speak.

So far, the atmosphere of the dialogue has changed from blunt to relaxed, from unfamiliar to gradually familiar.

After exclamation, Bian Ba introduced the location of his tribe. At present, there are more than 14,000 people in the Karabu tribe, and more than 5,000 soldiers, which sounds good, but the lack of weapons and armor, and a large number of old and weak women and children drag them down, and the actual combat strength is not optimistic. Not far to the west of their station is the powerful Liuhe Division, the previous few years the Liuhe Division's great commander Pan Luozhi had squeezed the manpower and financial resources of the surrounding tribes, and now that Pan Luozhi is dead, his younger brother Duo Du succeeded to the throne, but did not restrain one or two, but intensified the oppression of the weak around the Guzang Mountain.

People show me sincerity, and I treat them with sincerity.

The so-called secrecy is used for peer-to-peer exchange, once one party obtains too many secrets, the other party has nothing, it will cause an imbalance, first an imbalance in mentality, and then an imbalance in reality.

This is true between people and between forces.

Of course, Luo Kaixian understands this truth, so he also correspondingly talked about some of the old camp of the Sylvan Tang people, as well as the past of the previous eastbound camp.

It was noon, and it was time to say, Luo Kaixian ordered someone to bring food, plus the entourage, and several people did not care about etiquette, while munching on the desk, while inquiring about each other's understanding of the world, it was a rare guest and host.

During the banquet, Luo Kaixian asked casually with some doubts, "Bianba, the Liuhe Department oppresses your department, why don't you turn to the Buddha on the Southern Plateau for help?" The high-ranking officials of the Eastern Zhao and Song dynasties will also help each other for the sake of political achievements......"

"General Luo Hugh wants to trick me ......" As he said it, the leader of Bian Ba showed the bold temperament of the Tubo people, and there was a little less scruple in his words, and he said directly: "More than a hundred years ago, those bald heads in the south dared to kill Zampu for profit, they were too greedy, even if they chiseled Guzang Mountain, they couldn't fill their belly!" As for the high-ranking officials of the Song Court...... Hmph, how could they ever afford to look down on our mountain people, they only have cattle, sheep and horses in their eyes, and they have no interests, they will sew the human skins of the mountain people into flags, and make drumsticks from the thigh bones of mountain people! ”

Whether what Bian Ba said is right or wrong, Luo Kaixian can't confirm it for the time being, everything needs time to test and verify.

But no matter what, the dialogue between the two parties has come to this point, which can be regarded as a great surprise to each other, whether it is the Tubo Bian Ba or Luo Kaixian, they did not expect it, this can be regarded as a rare surprise.

Of course, this meeting can still only be regarded as preliminary, and the things after that still need to be done step by step, the two sides are more than 300 miles away from the mountain road, and there are Zhao Song, Liuhe, and the Party Department mixed in there, no matter what the future holds, it still needs to be operated cautiously.

Sending Bian Ba away, Luo Kaixian sighed in his heart, how many characters have been buried in such an era? Later generations mentioned Qingtang and Tubo, the only names that can be recorded are Pan Luozhi, Duodu, and Li Lizun and Nuo Wu, who can know how many heroic bones have been buried in the green mountains and grasslands in Hexi?

It is difficult to know the face of the person, who can know that a Tibetan man has such an understanding? Regarding what kind of performance Zeng Yixing, the Song Court transfer envoy to see next, Luo Kaixian's heart was full of expectations.