The old imam's actions shocked everyone, because he couldn't see, just listened to the voice, so his actions were a little directionless. A little boy ran out of the tribe and helped the old imam onwards.

Kurmanbek was stunned, he didn't expect the imam to intervene at this time. However, I also saved a fluke in my heart, and I didn't directly fall out with Guangfu Town. After all, his son is likely to fall into the hands of the other party, and once the war starts, he will definitely die.

When he came to Tyviyama, the old imam said in a loud voice: "Angel above, border man Iyali Kurban gives you a salute, I am the imam of the Madayil tribe." ”

Angel is the name of the people of this place for the envoy from the Central Plains Dynasty, and it is obvious that the old imam decided that Guangfu Town is from the Qing Dynasty. Speaking of which, this old man is extremely nostalgic for the policies of the Qing Dynasty at that time. In the words of later generations, he was also born in the spring and grew up under the red flag. Because of the establishment problem, the Qing court interfered very little in the western frontier, and people like the old imam were generally very courteous, so although they could not be said to have cherished the old master, at least they did not resent. However, more than a decade ago, the entire land was forcibly occupied by the Russians, and the brutal military methods used by the Russians when they conquered Central Asia have always been heart-wrenching, so it is better to return to the wild stocking of the Qing Dynasty than to let the polar bears dominate the area.

"Do you speak Chinese?" Tyvea was a little surprised, but he didn't expect the old man in front of him to speak Chinese with him. Although he himself is not of Han nationality, he has lived in the Northeast Insurance Team for several years, and his Chinese is very standard, otherwise he would not have been able to come out today.

Kurman Bek stood aside on horseback and did not interject at this time, but just looked at the two of them.

The little boy beside the old imam, who was supporting him, trembled slightly, and the imam patted him on the head with his hand and sent him back, before answering Tyvia's question, and said: "I have studied Chinese for a period of time with the Qing court officials stationed here, and I hope the angel will forgive me if I don't speak it well." In fact, he can also speak Manchu and Tibetan, and he is very knowledgeable.

The conversation between the two of them in a few words greatly eased the tension on the battlefield, at least not immediately. Of course, now it seems that this is also the limit, not to mention the damage caused by the Madayir tribe to Guangfu Town, just the hundreds of corpses lying in the tribal camp now, it is impossible to make things good.

Seriously, it's no longer a question of who's right and who's wrong. Who cares about right or wrong in the face of the deep hatred of the sea of blood, no matter how high the prestige of the old imam is, it cannot soothe this unforgettable hatred.

In the snowfall, the old imam stood alone, although his eyes were almost blind, but he could see the current situation better than anyone else in the clan. The Madayir tribe has reached a critical juncture of life and death, and it is easy to say that the foreign enemy has recovered the town, but the internal worries are even more chilling. After this reckless and failed sneak attack, the patriarch Kurmanbek has lost the prestige of the clan, and now if the situation cannot be stabilized by this momentum of hatred for Guangfu Town, once the contradiction is transferred, the Kurmanbek family will become the object of cleansing within the clan, old and young, up and down, no one can be spared.

Kurmanbek is already riding a tiger, he knows it himself, and the old imam understands it.

"What are the angels sending to our tribe of Madayil?"

The old imam asked knowingly, as the so-called raising his hand does not hit the smiling person, Tyvesia looked at the rickety old man in front of him, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, three horsemen rushed out of the ranks of the cavalry of Guangfu Town, and the skull mandible pattern painted on the mask of the first person was neither ordinary black, nor blue like Tyvesia, but red like blood. The old imam couldn't see it, so it was better, but Kurman Buick found the mask to be shocking. This person is in his early thirties, very burly, sitting on a tall horse, wearing a white hood, and inexplicably carrying a shocking coercion in the wind and snow.

He was followed by two men, dressed in the same outfit as Tyvis. Seeing this person coming, Tyvesia and his party saluted, the man just waved his hand, and Tyvesia retreated to the side to be on guard.

Although he couldn't see it, the old imam still knew that there were other people on the other side.

"Your Excellency?"

"I am the head of the First Cavalry Regiment of Guangfu Town, Niu Wannian!" The voice was low, a little hoarse, with a faint chill of it. Speaking of which, there wasn't much emotion in his eyes, but the others always seemed to be inadvertently constricting their hearts and mouths, and chills swelled up in their bodies.

Kurman Bek was slightly surprised, a person like Niu Wannian could never be just a thief, no matter how you look at it, they are all professional soldiers who come from the knife, go to the fire, have seen blood, have fought battles, and killed people. If he was a feudal official of the Qing court, he would believe it.

"This old man, Niu Mou spoke straightforwardly, I only want to ask one sentence here today, how do you think the matter between us should be resolved?"

The whole tribe of Madayir looked at the old man, waiting for his decision, but this did not mean that they would accept the old man's decision.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet, and the wind and snow fell in a stream, filling everyone's eyes. Zhang Bing's body lay on the ground, gradually buried by the heavy snow, the blood that was still warm was no longer able to melt the snow, and the blood color gradually disappeared in the goose feather snow.

After pondering for a moment, the old imam raised his head, sighed, and said, "This general, the cause of today's incident lies in my clan, but it is difficult to be good, and in the end I only ask for one thing." ”

Niu Wannian stared at the old imam, looked at the old man's white eyes, and said, "Say it!" ”

"If you can, leave a blood line for my clan, those children are innocent." After the old imam said this, he suddenly pulled out a dagger from his cuff, and then stabbed it into his chest with all his might! "Use my old life to atone for the crime, and ask the general to agree."

Niu Wannian nodded, and the old imam finally showed a smile on the corner of his mouth when he saw him fall on his back. Lying on the ground, he cried out: "My people, Allah will bless you!" ”

Although the old imam and Niu Wannian used Chinese when they talked to each other, there were still a few old people in the Madayir tribe who could understand the meaning of these words. Because out of curiosity, the old imam said a sentence in front, and the old man translated a sentence in the back.

When the old imam stabbed the dagger into his heart, the whole Madayir tribe fell silent, and the old imam, who was loved by the whole family, died...... Driven to death by their people.

Someone started crying......

Niu Wannian glanced at Kurman Bek at this time, and said coldly: "Go back, let's go to war!" ”