"It's supposed to be a pasture in the hematobe." Speaking of the Mali tribe, Buyan Xiban gritted his teeth a little, all the five Tatar surnames participated in the rebellion, but among them, the most hated is the Mali tribe, as the most trusted person of the Darat Khan, the brother of the Wangu tribe, but colluded with the hyenas of the Kale tribe to kill the Dar Khan and destroy the Wangu tribe.

For the Tatar disputes, Mu Huali didn't want to pay attention to it, and he didn't want to ask anything, the war between the tribes on the steppe, there was no justice at all, and the scimitar and the bow and arrow represented a qiē.

When a person is recited as a hero, it is not to say how generous and brave he is, but more to describe how powerful the tribe he leads is, which is very different from the heroes of the Han people.

The Tatars were not very strong in the steppe, and their reputation was not very good, because they had always been regarded as lackeys of the Jin Kingdom, and when they killed their own Khan King and fell apart, it is conceivable that their reputation would only be worse, and the end would not be too good.

If such a thing is born among the Mongol tribes, there will not be many people who are willing to take in these tribes who killed their khans, their legs and feet deserve to be pierced by thorns, their bodies deserve to lie on the steppe, to be pecked by the vultures in the sky, and their heads deserve to be stacked together, to become a witness of the wrath of the immortal heaven.

"Go, my brother, and go after and kill those bloodied enemies." Mu Huali said.

The 10,000 cavalry began to turn to the shouts of the officers, and they slowed down their horses, and went forward without haste to check and understand. Gather strength for the upcoming battle.

The scouts of the army frantically urged their horses and galloped towards the place where the pillar of smoke rose.

"We need some Tatar warriors to go back with us." Perhaps he was a little dissatisfied with Mu Huali's request for the army to slow down, but he said loudly while urging the war horse.

Mu Huali's eagle-like eyes kept looking ahead, and he replied without looking back: "The marshal said, when you come here, where to go first, what to do, I listen to you, but how to fight." but you will listen to me. ”

Buyan Xiban pursed his lips and stopped talking, don't look at Mu Huali is only a few years older than him, but he has been fighting for some years with his uncle, and he is one of his uncle's most trusted generals.

Because the Han Chinese book makes it very clear that even the relatives of the powerful must maintain a certain amount of respect for those henchmen who have followed the powerful for many years. Otherwise, you will add a lot of troubles to yourself.

There are many truths of the Han people. It also makes sense, there have been a lot of gains over the years, but it's a pity that I should stay with my uncle more in the past few years, otherwise, I wouldn't be so strange and out of place with the people around my uncle, and this Mu Huali sent by my uncle should be something to rely on, and he can even be his brother.

Shameless Xiban glanced at Mu Huali's straight figure. I was a little envious, but I secretly thought in my heart that as the future Khan king of the Tatars, he must have a mind as broad as the sky, and he must show enough patience and tolerance for those who can be trusted, and for the enemy. You have to be ruthless and let your anger burn to the fullest.

The distance is indeed very far, when 10,000 cavalry troops came here. The sky has gradually darkened, the night of the grassland is cold and bleak, and the boundless darkness will soon occupy a qiē, in such a dark night, the Han people who come to the grassland for the first time will always feel lonely and frightened, and even the war horses under the seat will neigh uneasily.

It was a medium-sized tribe, probably a few hundred people, the tents were almost burned, the signs of the battle were everywhere, blood and corpses were everywhere, and the men were clearly putting up fierce resistance, but the scars on their bodies showed that their resistance had no effect.

There were a lot of enemies, and they surrounded this place entirely, obviously, they didn't want any prisoners, so there were arrows stuck everywhere, and many of them should have been taken back by the enemy, but there were still a lot of them, especially those inserted in people's bodies, and they didn't move much at all, maybe those enemies felt that the things stained with blood were unlucky.

The men are all dead, and many of the women are naked, obviously insulted, but in the end, those enemies did not allow them to survive, but wiped their necks one by one, and the children also died, this is a **naked massacre, just like the one done between tribes with blood feuds, very thoroughly, leaving no room for anything.

The cattle, sheep and horses were all snatched away, and there was nothing left, just like locusts crossing the border, the miserable scene did not move the Qin soldiers and soldiers, they were already a cold and terrible team under the leadership of Mu Huali, only those newly added guys would wrinkle their brows and express their anger and disdain.

"Let's rest here for the night, get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow we'll catch up and kill them." Mu Huali commanded loudly.

The scouts dispersed, and if there was a surprise attack on the grassland, it would have been at night, which was also the most nervous time for the scouts.

However, Mu Huali was not worried about anything, he led the most elite part of the Qin army, in the grassland, especially in the Tatar steppe, unless it was ten times the enemy, otherwise, it would not be able to surround these elite warriors, he was very confident in his judgment.

The bonfire rose up, and the camp was simply set up, Mu Huali sat silently with Buyan Xiban, chewing on the dry and hard dry food, and there were more than ten days, and there was no food to eat, the big guy had to be hungry, the only advantage here was that there was no need to worry about the war horse not having food and drink, this is the paradise of the war horse.

There are vultures hovering in the sky, which makes Mu Huali a little annoyed, because the vultures don't fall, which means that there are people here, and I don't know if those enemies will show this, but if you can find these tribes, there must be guides in their team, and it shouldn't be difficult to appear.

The Jin people are fighting in the grass valley, this is already certain, because those arrows and knives and guns scattered on the ground, as well as some graves, can show that these enemies are the defenders from Datong, and there is no need to doubt anything.

"Can you catch up with them tomorrow?" Shameless, Xiban asked without words.

Mu Huali nodded while chewing dry food, and said vaguely: "They grabbed a lot of things, and they can't go far." ”

"Catch up and kill them all." There was a fierce glint in his eyes.

Mu Huali likes to listen to this, "This is what you said, listen to you, and when you get to the handsome, you have to recognize it." ”

Buyan Xiban was obviously a little dissatisfied with the cleverness of the Mongols, and muttered, "Do you want to take them back?" ”

Mu Huali shook his head and said disapprerovitically: "Leave a few for us to drive the sheep, and the rest will follow the rules of the grassland." ”

What rules on the grassland are not shameful, Xiban naturally understands, killing men, women and children who are higher than the wheels are the spoils of the victor, this is the rules of the grassland, primitive and cruel, and it is also difficult for the grassland tribe to grow.

Obviously, a simple sentence contains a full taste of blood, and by the way, it also makes a note for this conversation.

After a while, the faint voice of the unashamed Xiban sounded again, "Mu Huali, when I become the master of this grassland, are you willing to help me?" ”

Mu Huali said without hesitation: "If you ask Dashuai this, Dashuai will ask me to help you, and I will help you." ”

Buyan Xiban smiled in the dark, obviously, this Mongolian was moved, the general was his uncle, it shouldn't be so difficult to ask him for someone, and he obviously underestimated the status of the Mongol in the mind of the general Zhao Shi, and the result was naturally unknown.

Buyan Xiban was in a hurry, and his laughter could be heard in the glow of the fire, "Mu Huali, if I become the master of this steppe again, I will hand over all the Tatar warriors to you, and I will share all the qiē with you, and let us rule this steppe together...... Will you marry me, the prince of the Wangu tribe, as Anda? ”

Mu Huali hesitated for a moment, and finally reacted with his bold nature, because he believed that although the title of the prince of the Wanggu Department was somewhat unworthy of the name, there was the most noble inheritance on the grassland flowing in his blood, and marrying such a person would not disgrace the glory of the immortal descendants.

What's more, this Tatar aunt is still the wife of a handsome man, and marrying such a person as Anda not only does not disgrace him, but also should be an honor.

The brothers on the grassland, under the witness of the immortal heaven, formed Anda, they are not random to mess around, they have their own rules, ranks and self-esteem, the noble people will not be brothers with the lowly people, and ordinary herdsmen will not have the luxury of becoming brothers with the tribe.

A person with a noble bloodline, even if Luo Tuo becomes a slave, when the opportunity comes, someone will reach out and grab the subordinate he wants to become.

This is the rule of the steppe, it is not snobbery, but custom.

Mu Huali turned over and sat up, and responded happily, "Okay, if one day, you become the master of this grassland, Mu Huali will definitely present his most precious gift to congratulate his Anda." ”

Buyan Xiban was overjoyed, took his hand and said happily: "Don't worry, the gods testify that Buyan Xiban will never forget how generous and enthusiastic his brother is, and then I will definitely entertain you in the tent with the best wine and the most beautiful women." ”

Two guys who originally belonged to different races and had different beliefs, because of their ugliness, knelt down beside the bonfire together, and in the midst of many curious eyes around them, they made their vows, exchanged gifts, and became brothers who could share weal and woe.

But if their gods really heard and saw this, they didn't know whether they would be happy or angry, whether they would give them blessings or pour their anger on their heads......

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