The big bowl of dog-headed gold, the precious sable skins and the sturdy war horses are nothing, the most eye-catching are the twelve little girls wearing animal skins on horseback.

Six of the twelve had red hair and green eyes, while the other six were black-haired and black-eyed, all of whom were extremely delicate and immature, and had obviously been carefully selected by the tribe.

All these things were personal gifts from the chief of the Huangsi tribe and the governor of the Tang Jiankun Governor's Mansion to him, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. Gao Qianqian looked at the timid little girls and winked at Ma Xuan. Ma Lan smiled bitterly in his heart, and said in his heart that his reputation for this floating wave seemed to have spread to the distant sword water.

The envoy of the governor of Jiankun was actually proficient in the official dialect of the Central Plains, standing at the door of the big tent and pointing to the little girls on horseback and said with a smile: "Ma Xiang, these are the most beautiful flowers by the sword water, the most beautiful women in our tribe, and now I give them to Ma Xiang as concubines to show a little bit of my family's Great Khan." ”

Seeing Duan Xiushi's expression, Ma Lan nodded quietly: "If you have a heart, a certain family has accepted it." ”

It's just a sugar-coated cannonball, it's nothing more than a sugar-coated cannonball eaten and the cannonball hit back. If you want to bring the people here, they will receive whatever they send.

The messenger smiled and said, "Thank you for your face." Ma Xiang, this time our tribe sent troops to sweep away the two Tiele tribes for Tian Khan, which also has some credit. The sword water is bitter and cold, life is not easy, my family Khan wants to establish a tooth tent in Yanran Mountain, multiply, and guard this land for the Heavenly Khan. We waited for the mind, and also hoped that the horses would communicate with the heavenly khan. ”

Ma Lan nodded and smiled: "This is natural. You and the Son of Heaven are of the same clan, not comparable to other vassals. Now the Hui is gone. Yanran is a fertile place with mountains and grasses. Together, you should be all the same. I know that you have already gone south after the greedy mountain, and you just have to go wherever you want to go, and a certain class teacher will give the son of heaven after that, and the son of heaven will definitely agree. ”

Seeing that Ma Lan agreed so happily, the messenger was overjoyed and said with a smile: "Thank you so much Ma Xiang." More than 40 years ago, I also went to Chang'an City to pay homage to the Heavenly Khan, and waited until the tribe settled down this time. I will definitely let my Great Khan go to Chang'an City with me to pay homage to the Tian Khan, we are the same clan as the Tian Khan, haha! ”

Ma Ling smiled and nodded, signaling Gao Qianqian to lead those timid girls into the big tent, and asked the soldiers to put away the other gifts.

This envoy has black hair and black eyes, but he claims to have been to Chang'an City more than forty years ago, which should be the time of the Zhongzong Dynasty. It stands to reason that his age should not be small, but it is surprising that he has black hair and black beard and is in good spirits.

The envoys called the chieftain of the Tunjas the Great Khan. In Duan Xiushi's ears, it was a transgression, and he was not canonized by the Son of Heaven. Why call yourself the Great Khan! However, Ma Lan doesn't care about this, he is already ready to kill all these people, where does he care about these details?

The people of the Hung Dynasty are of mixed Han and Hungarian descent, and the people in the clan originally had two kinds of red hair and black hair, even in later generations. Those little girls have a bit of color, especially in age, if they were in the past, they would naturally not let go. However, with his state of mind at this time, of course, he has no intention of playing with flowers, but accepting these gifts can appease these people and make them feel at ease to come to the banks of the Xian'e River.

The old messenger was welcomed into the big tent, and a banquet was opened to drink together, and for a time the guests and hosts were happy.

Jianshui is the so-called Yenisei River in later generations, and the Cypriots are strictly a branch of the Cypriots, and later mixed with some Han blood, and have been nomadic in the lower reaches of Jianshui in the north of the greedy mountain for generations.

The bitter cold land of Jianshui is extremely unsuitable for survival, and the people of the Tunis have been nomadic fishing and hunting here for generations, and have always had the intention of going south.

When the Turks were strong, the Turks were dependent on the Turks, but in fact they were self-contained, and the power of the Turks could not really penetrate into the cold Jianshui Valley. The Uighur Empire was established and unified the south and north of the desert, but the Huangjia people never belonged to the Uighurs, and they have been against the Uighurs for more than ten years.

For the relatively warm Yanran Mountain occupied by the Hui people, the people of Huangjia have always been obsessed. On top of the original history, after the outbreak of the Anshi Rebellion, the Hui people took advantage of the opportunity of the Hui army to help the Tang Dynasty to suppress the rebellion, and took the opportunity to cross the greedy mountain to the south to attack the hinterland of the Hui, occupying a large area and causing considerable losses to the Hui people. However, after all, the Hui were powerful, and after returning to the army, they fought a decisive battle with the Huangjiasi people, but the Huangjiasi people were defeated and fled back to the lower reaches of Jianshui, and since then they have temporarily disappeared from the annals of the Central Plains.

And the Quegasians entered the sight of the Tang people again in 840 AD. After dormant for nearly a hundred years, the Huangjiasi united with Qarluq, Khitan, Baitouxi, and Murowei to form an alliance against the Hui, breaking the Huihui Khanate in one fell swoop, replacing the Huihui and briefly becoming the master of the Mobei grassland, and finally taking Yanran Mountain into the bag.

Now that history has changed, the Hui have been destroyed by the Tang Dynasty, listening to the meaning of the words of the old envoy, the chieftain of the Hangas tribe thinks that he is the same clan as the Khan of Tian, and thinks that this land should be the Hangas people in the future.

Anyway, it's a dying person, and it's nothing to be arrogant. After being full of wine and food, Ma Lan took Duan Xiushi and a military general and personally sent the old man out thirty miles away, saying that he respected you and the same sect as the Son of Heaven, which was the glory that you should have.

The envoys left happily and brought the news to the governor of Tenkun. After Ma Lan returned to the bank of the Xian'e River, he ordered the army to immediately start preparations.

After the annexation of the Sijie tribe and the Ba Ximi tribe, the Dingkou reached more than 200,000, and the sheep and horses were incalculable. This time the battle with the Gang tribe will be the last battle before the army leaves Mobei, and it will also be the battle with the most killings.

In the past few days, there have been enough troops gathered here, and the elite of the three armies of Beiting under Du Huaiguang and the 20,000 Western Turkic miscellaneous troops who came to fight a good battle have now arrived here from the Hui Ya tent. And Sha Tuo Jingqi, who had followed Ma Ling as a striker and later stayed in the Hui Ya tent, had also arrived nearby.

In this battle, Ma Luan's side already had an absolute advantage in terms of the number of troops. His 10,000 Anxi new army didn't even have to go into battle, and he could easily wipe out the Queers with other men and horses.

At present, the people of the Queers are just fat, although they have more than 200,000 mouths, but most of the elite are consumed in the bloody battles with the Sijie Department and the Baxi Secret Department. There were only more than 20,000 people who could go on horseback and fight. Some of them were the Hui cavalry that had just surrendered.

Ma Ling asked the three armies of Beiting to come over. In fact, they are here to reap military merits, and to let the Western Turkic miscellaneous fish soldiers and Shatuo people participate in the war, firstly, to let them see with their own eyes the power of the new army in Anxi, and to deter them well, and secondly, to use their strengths in chasing and killing the defeated soldiers to end the battle as soon as possible.

Of course, there is also a purpose, which is to let them also consume some, such as the thousands of people and horses of Shatuo. I don't know how much wealth I plundered along the way, and I sold it to the Xinghu merchants who followed.

Ma Lu's army was stationed, and several thousand Shatuo cavalry crossed the Xian'e River northward into a hidden valley in Oudeqian Mountain, where Duan Xiushi followed to supervise the Shatuo people in case they failed to work. Du Huaiguang and Li Qiyun took the Beiting Third Army and 20,000 Western Turkic miscellaneous fish soldiers to stop on the south side of the Xian'e River, and set up camp at the foot of Wudeqian Mountain.

The difference in strength is huge, so there is no fancy. Wait until the Hangasians arrive in front of the new army of Anxi. The Shatuo cavalry would come out to intercept their rear road, and in front of them was Du Huaiguang's Beiting army. On the left is the reckless Yanran Mountain (Wudeqian Mountain), and on the right is the 10,000 Anxi New Army, a simple pocket array, which will bury more than 200,000 Hujia people here.

The Zombies have thrown themselves into the net, but it is just less troublesome. Even if they found something and wanted to escape, the new army of Anzai could easily catch up. More than 200,000 dingkou, driving a large number of livestock, most of them are old and weak, how to escape the pursuit of the army, it is just a matter of spending some more time.

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More than 200 miles away, the people of the Tunja walked for four days. They were born in a bitter cold land, they are all capable, and it is not difficult to walk in Mobei, but they are driving a large number of livestock, and they are mainly old and weak, and it can only be this speed.

When there are more than 10,000 people, they will be all over the mountains, not to mention more than 200,000 people. Ma Lan stood on the high slope where the big tent was located, squinting at the flow of people slowly surging like a tide, and his heart was extremely calm.

Killing all these people was just one thing he had to deal with in his plan. This battle is no longer the focus of his thinking now, the most important thing for him at the moment is first to catch the leaf scarlet fish in the city, and the second is how to deal with the Persian Temple.

As for these Du Wei Miao descendants, they are already dead in his eyes.

The struggle between races for living space is inherently so cruel. Dead aliens are the best aliens, and this will never go out of style. Rather than let the descendants of later generations scold the ferocity of the alien race, it is better for the descendants of the alien race to reprimand the cruelty of the Tang army.

After all, the barbarians on the steppe cannot be killed, and a new symbiotic relationship must be established after that. This time the Tang army's sweep in Mobei is enough to make the descendants of the barbarians remember the terrible Tang Iron Cavalry, and in the future, the descendants of the barbarians will integrate into the Chinese cultural circle and become a member of the Tang people, and they are also qualified to question what the Tang Army is doing today, but this fear will go deep into their souls. If one day they don't want to be Tang people, I'm afraid they have to weigh it in their hearts when they think of these past events.

The tide of people stopped on the bank of the Xian'e River, and one hundred and ten horsemen galloped out of the crowd and galloped towards the Tang army camp on the riverside. The leader was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, accompanied by the black-haired old man who had come a few days ago.

The boy's red hair was as messy as a chicken's nest, and he sat on the horse looking quite vigorous. Ma Ling didn't expect that the chief of the Queers would be a child, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he rode up with his own soldiers.

"Ma Xiang, this is the Great Khan of my family." The black-haired old man reined in his war horse and looked at Ma Lu respectfully.

"Are you the prime minister of the Heavenly Khan? It doesn't look like a monster! What about my sister, where did you hide my sister? The red-haired boy looked at Ma Lan and asked loudly. (To be continued......)

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