In the dark night, Mahmud, who was running on the road back to Ghaznavid, did not have the same troubles as Lao Luo, his heart was much more bitter than Lao Luo's, if Lao Luo was troubled, he should be called bitter.

"Emir, it's already far away, it's time to rest!" A strong man in a turban chased after him and reminded him loudly.

Listening to the shouts of someone, Mahmoud realized that he should slow down, slow down the horse's leg strength, and when he looked around him, he found that he was surrounded by a wide open wilderness by the faint starlight, with only sparse turf on the ground, gravel everywhere, and occasionally the dry bones of unknown animals, and then looked into the distance, which was almost a snow-capped mountain in front of him, he restrained the footsteps of his mount, raised his voice and shouted, "Ayaz, herald, rest in place, be on guard!" ”

"Obey, master!" A familiar voice came from behind his ears, and the worry in Mahmoud's heart subsided somewhat.

Ayaz is the most loyal Gullam guard captain of Mahmud, from the mountainous Imek tribe around the Magyar Sea, although he is a slave, but he is loyal and brave, and these Gulam guards around him are also from different ethnicities, but they are also his Mahmud's most loyal subordinates, and these people are also the confidence of Mahmud who dares to spend a month running to this northern steppe.

Rubbing his sore thighs, Mahmoud sat on a big stone on the side of the road, and only then did he have time to think carefully, such a long and short day, yes, just one day, like a nightmare, more than 100,000 people were scattered by the three departments of Nuoda, of course, it is just a gold paste on his face, and how many people can survive cannot be counted at all, Mahmoud smiled bitterly and laughed at himself.

Maybe you shouldn't have come to this place in the first place?

"What shall we do, Emir?" The sturdy man in the turban walked up to Mahmoud, bowed respectfully, and then asked cautiously.

"Hassan, is your arm better?" Mahmoud didn't say anything, but he diverted the topic and said a word of condolences, not because he was arrogant, but because he didn't think about his future plans in a hurry, the strong man in front of him was Hassan, who had been guarding the forward camp. Massoud is the Abdul who was attacked and killed by Lao Luo at night on the banks of the Ali River. Massoud's son.

"Thank you uncle for your concern, it shouldn't be a big deal." Hassan. The corners of Massoud's mouth cracked for a moment, barely smiling, and then he tore off the face towel from his face with his left hand, and carefully sat down with his weak right arm.

"Don't think about revenge, this Luo Kaixian is no longer something we can deal with." Mahmoud said a little dejectedly, and then comforted the nephew, "There is no shame in your father's failure at the hands of such a strong man!" ”

"But ......," Hassan. Massoud clutched his arm, which was still aching after being hit by the stone, suddenly looked up at Mahmoud, and after a while said with some reluctance: "Okay, Uncle Mahmoud." ”

While the two of them were talking here, Mahmud's Ghulams had already lit a bonfire, and the captain of the guard, Ayaz, had even sent out sentries to all directions. A short figure stepped over and placed a large hardwood cup encrusted with precious stones in front of Mahmoud, and inside the cup was steaming milk tea, "Master, milk tea for you." ”

"Harpy? Little Harpy? You also escaped...... What about Aga? The person in front of him made Mahmoud a little stunned, because of the rush of time, he ignored his original two little boys.

"It was Captain Ayaz who asked someone to bring me out, master...... Aga, I'm sorry master, it's been too chaotic in the afternoon, and I got separated from Aga......" The handsome little boy replied with a little pale face and half-kneeling on the ground.

"Alas, get up, go find something to eat, and when you return to Ghaznavid, I will allow you to go to Ghulam training!" Mahmoud couldn't blame anyone, he liked to use Iranians as a waiter, and Aja was not as likable as the harpy in front of him, but he was more intelligent. But with today's changes, who can he keep?

After sending away the boy Harpy, Mahmoud turned to look at Hassan, who was sitting beside him without saying a word. Massoud, "Don't feel like I've lost my courage, Hassan! There is no shame in losing to the strong on the grassland, although there are only tens of thousands of people in that Luo Kaixian, but are there still few such strong tribes on the grassland? ”

Hassan. Massoud didn't know what to say, since he knew that his father died on the bank of the Ali River, he was burned by anger, and now he was woken up by a rain of stones, and he had both emotions of unwillingness and fear.

"Maybe you think that there are very few people on the other side, there is nothing to care about, it is true, but there are only a lot of us? Although the entire Turkic tribe is currently the leader of our Turkmen tribe, you must know that several Oghuz tribes in the west have never wanted to obey us, and the damaged six tribes of Herat are also thinking in their hearts......" Mahmoud said with a blank face, since sitting in the position of the emir, these things could not be said to anyone.

"They don't dare!" Hassan. Massoud whispered angrily.

"Stupid!" After scolding, Mahmoud glared at the somewhat stubborn nephew in front of him and said: "Strength can indeed make people submit, but it cannot convert people's hearts, I remember that you studied with the sages who came from Babylon for a while, and you learned this?" ”

Perhaps it was Mahmoud's angry scolding that made Hassan. Massoud came to his senses, and the young and sturdy man's face was full of chagrin and remorse.

"You know what, Hassan? Hatred can give people strength, but it can also make people crazy, Abdu's death is indeed very sad, but you have to remember that you still have my uncle, and you Eminem, and so many younger brothers and sisters, the Massoud family still needs you to support it! Holding the huge and ornate cup that Harpy had just brought him, Mahmoud spoke in a slow tone and addressed it to Hassan. At the same time, Massoud seemed to be saying to himself, "Just like I, as the patriarch of the Turkmen tribe and the head of the entire Turkic tribe, I can't act arbitrarily. ”

"Yes...... Uncle, I understand...... "Hassan. Massoud whispered with red eyes.

"Do you know why I handed over my scimitar when I was negotiating with that Luo Kaixian?" As if in the interest of the people, Mahmoud brought up this kind of thing that seemed humiliating to outsiders.

"I don't know, why?" Hassan, who is only in his early twenties. Although Massoud has also experienced a lot of things, where can he imagine the psychology of a character like Mahmoud?

"Because that Luo Kaixian is a very strong and proud person, this kind of person will definitely not rebel against those who surrender, at that time they were stronger than us, what can I do with a weapon alone? By handing over our weapons, we can at least prevent the other party from secretly chasing us! At least all of you can go home safely! Mahmud's voice rose to the back of his words, and he happened to be heard by the Ghulam warriors who were stirring a bonfire not far away.

If Lao Luo is at this scene, he will definitely applaud, this Mahmoud is indeed a leader, and he never forgets to buy people's hearts.

Hassan. Massoud was one of those who was bribed, "Uncle...... It's just a pity for the uncle's reputation! ”

"Huh, reputation? What's that? It is important for people to live, and nothing to die for death! Perhaps it was the self-explanatory effect that Mahmoud regained his fighting spirit, and his voice and tone were significantly different from the beginning, "If you choose to fight hard with Luo Kaixian's ironclad cavalry, regardless of victory or defeat, even if you flee the battlefield, how many people will be left?" What to defend against the Qarluqs in Kashgar? Those guys are vultures on the steppe, and maybe the Hui and the remnants of Khotanese will dare to spy on us on the road! ”

"The master has a point!" A voice came from behind Mahmoud, and then Ayaz, the captain of the Ghulam guard, came over with a wooden plate carrying a pile of roasted meat, "Master, General Massoud, let's eat something first." ”

"Ayaz, you're doing a great job!" Mahmoud did not hesitate to praise his men, and then went on to praise Hassan. Massoud said: "If you don't believe that you can pay attention to the news of the Qarluq people in the future, I guess Yusuf may not be able to save his life this time, and it is also difficult to say the fate of Li Deming." ”

"Thank you Ayaz!" Hassan. Massoud thanked the captain of the guard, took the food handed to him, and asked instead, "Yusuf. Qadir Khan also has the Ghulam Guards by his side, and that party member Li Deming seems to have retained a few thousand people, why did his uncle say that they would lose their lives? ”

"Haha, during the day, Na Luo Kaixian began to use that kind of roaring thing to start the onslaught, I knew that I couldn't resist their attack at all, the key is that our soldiers have never seen those things, many bastards heard the sound and their legs went weak, and the same is true for the Ge Lulu and the party members, when discussing countermeasures in the afternoon, I quarreled with them directly, and then Yu Sufu withdrew with some people to the small place of Luo Luo'er, Li Deming said that he planned to withdraw to the east and continue to block Luo Kaixian on the road......" When he said the latter, Mahmoud's face was full of contempt, "You know what? Yusuf's purpose is to hope that we and Luo Kaixian will fight to lose both, and he can wait to pick up prey in the fall, as for Li Deming...... He may be right, but only Hu Da can know whether Luo Kaixian will guard his retreat in the east! ”

"Uncle...... I'll admit that the Oriental is very powerful, but you can't help but think too highly of that person, right? "Old Luo doesn't look very old on the outside, Hassan. Massoud, of course, was inevitably a little jealous.

"Look high?" Mahmoud muttered a word until he swallowed the food in his mouth before he continued: "Hassan, you are not to blame for not being to the East and not reading the stories of the East...... You just need to know that it is a very magical place, there are more people than the sheep on the grassland, although they are constantly fighting like us, but every few hundred years there will always be one or two monsters that make everyone succumb......

Hassan. Massoud naturally knew that the East was not a paradise for Hu Da, but Mahmoud's words successfully aroused his interest in the East, and he couldn't help muttering: "The East? Maybe I can find a time to check it out in the future......"

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Attached: Thank you for the book friend "Pure and Promising 2" for the reward of points!