My name is Chinasi, which means wolf pack. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I was born in Dastuo, a nobleman of the Kugit Khanate, and in my generation there was no title, no pasture, no sheep, not even a yurt. All this was told to me by the old village chief, and my parents, who could not afford to raise me, entrusted me to the old village chief. All I was with was the banner of the family, a wolf that looked up to the sky and howled.

The old village chief was an officer who had followed the Khan of Gerak in his northern and southern wars, and in order to reward his loyalty, the Khan put him in charge of Dashtuo. The old village chief had no queen, and he regarded me as his grandson. He owned several herds of cattle and sheep, and also received the money of the khanate, so he had no worries about food and clothing. In his spare time, he pointed to his wounds in battle, and told me that he had been shot by Rhodok's crossbow arrows, and that he had been cut by the Nords. I sat by the fire and listened quietly to him talk about the war that seemed so far away from me.

Actually, war is not far from me. The lords often went to the village to recruit soldiers, and most of the people who left did not return, and those who came back were often disabled. Only a handful of men, riding tall horses and wearing kugit armor, proudly told the villagers how many dinars a week he received as a lancer or a veteran cavalry archer. I had no interest in these people, still slowly herding the well-fed sheep into the pen, or closing my eyes and playing my horse-head harp. Time flies, and after only 18 years of my nomadic life, one day a merchant from Tulga came to the village to recruit soldiers, and the old village chief told me to try my luck. The Tulga merchant knew the old village chief well, and he promised not to take me to dangerous places to do business, but to help him manage his trade in Tulga. So, I followed him to Tulga.

On the way, he kept talking to me and asked me what I would do? I said that I could drive sheep, cattle, horses, shear, sheep and make milk, and I was best at hunting. He smiled and said, "Then you can help me shear the sheep." ”

Tulga was large but somewhat dilapidated, and I still remember the abandoned trolleys on the streets of the city, the shelves in the city always seemed to be full of goods, some houses were abandoned and grass grew grass, and the people who went to the market quarreled with the stall owners for three or five dinars. The steppe people have a strong temperament, and often fight at the slightest disagreement, so that the soldiers will maintain order. Some of the soldiers with violent temperaments even tied up both sides and gave each horse a few whips, and no one dared to say a word "no", because those soldiers were all the personal soldiers of the Saiga Khan, and they were all arrogant, and even replied when the lords of the khanate asked them: "I don't want to talk to anyone when I stand guard." ”

I still remember that the first time I experienced the sinister human heart was here. As I entered the tavern with the Tugar merchants, I heard the sound of the sword unsheathed, and my hairs stood on end, and I immediately drew the sword that the old village chief had given me at parting. The Tulka merchant whispered: "You go out and see!

I pushed open the door to the tavern and saw a group of men rushing towards me with weapons in hand. Although they are also Kujits, the city dwellers are corrupted by the prosperity of life, and are far less warlike than the Kugit people of the steppe. So the lords had to go to the steppe to recruit soldiers, and those who had made great achievements in the war were knighted and lived in the city, and their descendants lost all their possessions, and some returned to the grasslands, and later my friend James told me that this is called reincarnation.

The children on the grassland never knew that there was such a thing as a law in the world, let alone the law of murder. Since someone has come to kill me, I must not sit idly by. Blood gushed from the edge of the sword. In less than 30 seconds, a few big men who were still alive just now became ghosts under my sword.

This is not the first time I have killed someone, who has never had someone else's blood on his hands? I have shot a horse and hacked a robber to death. In the harsh environment of the grassland, if you don't kill people, people often want to kill you. There is no way to do this, because everyone on the grassland has to survive. The white-haired wind blows here in winter, there is a wolf plague in summer, and horses are noisy in the rest of the year. The steppes are not as peaceful as the Svadia Great Plains and the Rhodok coast in the south. I had heard before that there were no disasters and no rebels. When I was a child, I always thought that it was a paradise for the Kugit people in Tengri.

As I wiped the blood from my sword, the Tulga merchant pulled me into the tavern and pinned me to the tavern seat, where the tavern owner and a few guests watched in amazement as I slowly wiped the blood from the blade. He thought for a moment, and whispered, "This is not the place to talk, follow me!" and we walked out of the tavern, turned into the alley, and walked into his house.

The caravan man said that he had assets in the tens of thousands of dinars, and I was incredulous at the time, and the old village chief took out a month's worth of his money, a whole 300 dinars, to finance me, and I already felt that this wealth was suffocating. And I heard that the Tuga merchants had so many assets, I think it is almost astronomical. But the Tulga merchant wore a ragged sweater, rode a lame traveling horse, and his home had no furniture, only a low table, a few cushions, and a dim oil lamp, which seemed to be worse than the herdsmen in the village.

He handed over a broken cup, and I drank the water from it.

He looked at me and said, "It's great that you're not hurt!"

I think he's fake, but it's real.

"Take a look, this is the largest city in Calradia," he added. Alas, when the first rays of the morning sun shine on Tulga, it is a golden city! I always think that this is the best gift Tengger has given to the Great Khan!"

He is not a Kugit, but he is a Tengri, and his hypocrisy makes people want to vomit.

"Calradia is a continent of abundance. Alas, but......" He paused, and I knew he was about to get down to business.

"Bandits and other outlaws are wreaking havoc on the continent. You know, my younger brother, ahem, a young man from a prominent family, likes to drink a little wine, well, he was kidnapped by robbers the other day, and I want you to inquire about it. Now the world is not good, and it is too unsafe to deal with bandits alone. You see, it's 100 dinars, which counts as my honorarium, and the commission you have summoned your men. With that, he pulled out a money bag.

If he still has a little human affection, it is the 100 dinars he paid for his brother.

I took the money and wanted to say something. He hurriedly nudged me and said, "We don't have time to waste!"

The merchants of Tulga were overjoyed to see the five able-bodied men I had brought with me. He told me that the kidnappers were waiting for a ransom outside Tulga and asked me to inquire about his brother's whereabouts.

I asked him, "What about the ransom?"

"Ransom?" he said in surprise, "what would I do with you if I had the money to ransom him?"

When my countrymen heard about the Turka merchant and came to his aid, they were furious when they heard that he would not pay the ransom for his own brother. Among them was a man named Ulligi, who had the greatest temper and the most burly figure, and this steppe warrior who valued family and righteousness lifted the Nord man on the spot, and looked like he was going to tear him apart.

Uliji roared: "You are so rich, every year you have to go to various places to run a business of tens of millions of dinars, but you refuse to give a fraction to save your brother! If the business is yellow, you can start again, and if your brother is gone, he will never come back!"

"Uligi!" I said, "put him down and let me tell him!"

Uligi threw the Tulga merchant into a corner, and the man was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. Years later, after seeing the fierceness of the Nords, I began to wonder about the origin of the Tuga merchants. The Nords would not hesitate to pick up their axes and smash the heads of anyone who dared to resist them, and this man clearly did not have such courage. At first, I wondered if he had lost the nourishment of his homeland and the air of the sea, which had caused him to lose his fighting spirit. Later, I realized that after many years of business life, he was afraid of wolves and tigers, and he could only survive in the cracks, and over time, he lost the ability to fight and his dignity. It is also very important that any action he makes must be in his interests, and if he expresses the slightest dissatisfaction, he may be killed on the spot by Uligi, and he will not do such a loss-making deal.

I was also angry at the time, but for the sake of the old village chief's face, I couldn't be rude. And I am different from Wuliji, when I was a child, the old village chief found an outdated poet and asked him to teach me to read and write and various etiquette, the old village chief hoped that I would become a great nobleman like my ancestors in the future, not a savage on the grassland, but many years later, when I became famous and returned to the field, I still liked to deal with these so-called savages. They are simple, as simple as grassland milk tea, and their hearts are as clear as the blue sky, unlike some polite people, who hide terrible evil intentions under their humble appearance.

I suppressed the anger in my heart and pulled the Tugar merchant up and sat him down on the mat. I said, "For the sake of the old village chief's face, I will save your brother and I don't want your money." But from now on, it's better not to let me see you!"

The Tulka merchant kowtowed gratefully on the ground, but I walked out of Tugar with my brothers without looking back.

There were five robbers outside the city, and I rode up to them on the old black horse, with a few brethren, with a look of disdain on my face. I said, "Tell me the whereabouts of the brother of the Turka merchant!"

"Did you bring the ransom?" asked the robber leader.

"No, but I brought my sword!" I drew my sword and slashed it down. The head of the robber leader was separated from his body with half a shoulder.

The remaining robbers quickly drew their weapons, but they were slashed by my brother's nomadic scimitar. Another turned to escape, and I hurriedly shouted, "Uliji, shoot him!

Uligi was the best archer in the village, and he narrowed his crescent-like eyes, but instead of drawing his bow, he shot an arrow that hit the robber in the calf. The thief swooped down on the spot.

I struck my horse and pointed it at him with my whip. He hurriedly begged for mercy: "A good man spare his life, I won't dare to rob the house in the future." I'll do a serious deal when I go back. ”

"Well, that's good. But before you do that, you have to tell me, where is the brother of the Tuga merchant imprisoned?"

"Oh, it's not very far from Darth Befa, you'll see it when you go. "The thief's eyes are full of begging.

"Good. Let's go!" I asked my brother to throw him a stick.

"Thank you, sir, for your great kindness. The villain will never forget ......"

"Okay, okay, while I don't want to kill you yet, disappear from my eyes quickly. I said.

The thief bandaged his wounds and limped away.