Zhao Shi looked at the disgraceful Xiban for a long time before he said: "I asked you earlier, what are your plans to return to the grassland, it seems that this is your plan?" ”

Buyan Xiban clenched his fists, he felt that his hands and feet were a little numb, and he had already thought about the words on the road many times and discussed them with others many times, and at this time he seemed to have almost forgotten them.

Fear and anxiety were entangled, like trees and vines, inseparable, and courage faded away like snow and sunshine under the not-so-stern gaze, and all seemed to slip away without paying attention.

He didn't dare to hesitate any longer, mustered up the last bit of courage, and raised his head, "Uncle, you promised my aunt ......"

He didn't know that he was now looking like a child who had been wronged and had to be reprimanded by his elders, with a little stubbornness, but the rest was probably only fear and uneasiness.

The corners of Zhao Shi's mouth pulled up a smile, and he shook his head gently, without much disappointment, in his eyes, Buyan Xiban was indeed a child, he had not experienced enough wind and rain, he was blinded by hatred, and he didn't even have much ambition, his personality was similar to his father, weak and indecisive.

The so-called kings of the Tatars, the so-called descendants of holy wolves, and the so-called noble bloodlines are not the fundamental basis for a person's success, because this is a chaotic world, especially on the grassland, where wolves are roaming, tigers are watching, and the law of the jungle of eliminating the weak and retaining the strong has never been as clear and harsh as it is now.

Although Buyan Xiban grew up on the grassland since he was a child, to be honest, he did not experience enough wind in the grassland. If he is released to the steppe like this, he will be torn to pieces in the near future, and in fact, in his opinion, if the Tatars want to restore their glory, they need a strong leader, like the Genghis Khan, who is now soaring in the northeast.

The young Buyan Xiban obviously can't take on this responsibility, but it's also in line with his expectations. The Han dynasty never needed a grassland tribe strong enough to threaten him, even if Yan Xiban was his wife's nephew, it would not work, because he didn't want to cut off the other party's head himself in the near future.

"Don't remind me, I'm not old enough to forget what I've said......"

Zhao Shi waved his hand, interrupting the words of the disgraceful past. Then he said, "When you come back this time, you should bring back a lot of ...... Centaurs, right? ”

He blushed and nodded. In front of this uncle, his disposition was so obvious that he thought with some humiliation that if one day, he could be strong enough......

As if seeing his thoughts, Zhao Shi squinted his eyes, not letting his slightest contempt be revealed, but said, "Well, the subordinates or slaves." That's what the steppe should be called, you already have some tribes, which is good, but how are they living? Isn't it all ...... Laborious? ”

"You didn't ask them how they got over the years?"

Buyan Xiban's palms were full of sweat, and he couldn't control his nervousness well, so he could only reply according to Zhao Shi's words: "They have had a very bad time over the years...... They...... I heard I'm back. So willing to follow me, many people want to follow me to build a strong tribe......"

Zhao Shi smiled, clenched his fists, and finally looked directly at Zhao Shi and said, "Could it be that my uncle doubts their loyalty." Or do you think that Buyan Xiban can't build a powerful clan at all? ”

Zhao Shi did not avoid his gaze, but stared into his eyes and said, "So, you can be rude to me, hey, talk to me as the King of Khan, right?" ”

Buyan Xiban's face turned white all of a sudden, and his body was agitated, which he and Lao Tazan did not expect, it was just a courtesy, but it caused Zhao Shi to ask him so harshly, as if he had made a big mistake, he was a little confused, and he didn't know what he was wrong.

Zhao Shi leaned back, and continued: "Before you left, what I told you, you didn't think about it at all, you are also tired, you should go back and think about it...... Tatar ......"

Zhao Shi smiled and shook his head, "Maybe someone told you something, how the Jurchens are, how the Khitans, how the Nabarians are, how they treat you, so the Han people will be the same, so, in the future, you must beware of the Han people, you can no longer be as obedient as the Jin people, think about it yourself, isn't it ridiculous?" ”

Zhao Shi waved his hand, and did not intend to say any more, because he did not know what the situation was on the steppe now, and what the situation of the Tatars was, so this conversation was destined to have no clear result.

"Come on, prepare a banquet, I want to entertain guests from afar, and let Mu Huali come over as a companion ......"

Turning his head to look at the disgraceful Xiban who was a little lost in his soul, he said with a smile: "Anyway, go back and think about it, I am your uncle, will I still harm you...... Don't think about it, let me meet your men in a moment and see if they are as loyal as you say. ”

He barely managed to squeeze out a smile and nodded, his mind was a mess now, and he really needed to sort out his thoughts.

But it is undeniable that this uncle is like a towering mountain, which makes him daunting all the time, and he can't help but imitate each other in many places, but even if it is imitation, it is also a failed imitation, he never thought that he could climb this mountain, he can only look up at the bottom of the mountain, envy, jealousy, or admiration, admiration, etc., etc., etc., and so on, etc., can not be entangled in his heart.

And now, for the first time, he wanted to take a step and embark on the road of mountaineering, but he was poured a chill on his head, and the taste can be imagined.

Soon, the banquet was set up, and there was no change of place, the main hall was big enough, and now there were many fewer people going back and forth, and when the general saw guests, no one would come to disturb anything.

After a while, those Tatar tribal leaders with different appearances were invited over, Mu Huali was still **, obviously bathing, but he also rushed over immediately, seeing this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the murderous aura flashed in his eyes, obviously, he didn't think that these dirty and despicable guys were qualified to sit in front of the big handsome and drink, that was the glory that the Khan King would have......

The Han generals who sat there really like a mountain, as well as the luxurious halls, the fierce soldiers standing outside, and the qiē and qiē, all made the Tatars feel heartfelt awe.

The Tatars began to salute one after another, some of them threw themselves to the ground, expressing enough deference and respect, and some of them were the standard Tatar etiquette, which was still a little confident.

Zhao Shi sat on the top expressionlessly, as if he was seeing the king of his courtiers, majestic and not offensive, his deep gaze swept over the Tatars one by one, and everyone who was seen would involuntarily bend down and express his humility.

Mu Huali glared at these guys, he suddenly remembered that when he first went to Wanggubu, in front of everyone, there was a Tatar other company who had laughed at the dirty boots of the Mongols and stepped on the Tatars' woolen blankets, and he couldn't help but think angrily in his heart, these lowly guys, arrogant and rude, must find an opportunity to get out the most rude guy and slaughter them in a while, so that these guys know how stupid and unforgivable it is to offend the majesty of the commander......

Buyan Xiban introduced Zhao Shi one by one, the names of the Tatars are not easy to remember, and Zhao Shi does not need to remember so many names.

And the embarrassment of the Tatars is already visible in their attire, here they are all collars of tribes large and small, but they are dressed like beggars on the streets of Datong, all with bald foreheads and braids on the back, do not imagine them as the same as the Tartars of later generations, they are more like a group of savages, and most of the braids are made out of the scattered heads and braided together.

"This is Erle, the son of Beitai, do you remember the marshal?"

Zhao Shi fixed his eyes on the Tatar lying on the ground in front of him, thought about it for a while, and finally smiled, nodded and said: "How can you not remember, is your father okay, remember that you also have a sister, right, if it weren't for you, I might have to go to see your gods." ”

He spoke Mongolian, and all the Tatars looked at him in amazement, and the powerful Han leader could speak Mongolian, was it a Mongol?

Although the languages of the various parts of the steppe are different, most of them are from the Turkic language family, and there are not many changes, this kind of Mongolian language from later generations can still be used, when Zhao Shi went to the steppe, it was exactly this.

Most of the people don't know what to do, but envy is a matter of course, most people think to themselves, the gods are above, Erle was really blessed by the gods, and he actually saved the life of such a noble person, no wonder the descendants of the holy wolf are so kind and respectful to him, but ...... When did this happen, did this noble unimaginable person in front of him actually go to the grassland?

At this time, Erle's eyes were already red, and he choked up: "Do you remember us...... But my father and sister have gone to the gods and will never return, or they will fall down in your knees and kiss your boots with joy......

(I turned around the blood bar, and sure enough, it couldn't be compared with the book review area, there were so many people there, and then I thought, isn't it, brothers, all watch pirated copies?) ）

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