Inside the tent, Saiga Khan, dressed in a nomadic robe, was gently blowing away the heat of milk tea. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I knelt on my knees, bowed my head, and said, "The sinner, China, see the Great Khan!"

"O Chinasi," the Khan's voice sounded in the great tent, "what sin are thou?"

I hurriedly replied: "The criminal minister seriously injured the nobles of the Luo Kingdom, which may cause a war between the two countries and cause the Khanate to suffer losses. ”

The sweat on my forehead fell to the ground along with my words.

"Come, Chinath, and sit down beside me. Khan said with a blank face.

I glanced at the two sturdy guards in the tent, swallowed, and replied, "Yes, my Great Khan." With that, he walked over and sat down with difficulty.

"Tea?" Khan asked suddenly.

"Thank you Great Khan, I'm not thirsty. "I don't know what kind of mood is behind the uncertain face of the monarch in front of me.

"You're sweating a lot, come on, people live, sometimes you have to be kind to yourself. Khan said casually as if chatting.

"Thank you, Great Khan!" I took the teacup of the guard, "and said the Khan, "do you know what kind of mistake you have made?

I held the teacup tightly so that it wouldn't fall to the ground from shaking violently from my hands.

Saiga Khan gave me a meaningful look, put his left hand on my shoulder, and sneered: "I don't know what Your Excellency thinks, how to deal with this crime?"

I hurriedly put the teacup on the coffee table, knelt down and said, "The sinner deserves to die, listen to the Great Khan." I still have something to say, though. ”

"Oh, well, you name it. ”

"Great Khan, I have often wondered what I would be like now if I hadn't met you at the athletic convention in Tulga that day? And the Great Khan, you gave me a knighthood and a fief, and put me in the political arena of the Khanate. I was able to achieve that little credit because of the Great Khan. His Majesty always thinks that if there is no meaning in human acquisition, then this life is superfluous. You have given me the meaning of life as if it were recreated. Today and now, if you want to put an end to it, your Majesty will offer it with both hands. ”

The Khan was silent. After a while, he said, "Get up and sit here." ”

"Xie Da Khan!" I got up and sat down.

"You said a lot of things, and I didn't expect it. "But no words can change my resolve." Do you want to know, what do I think?"

I replied tremblingly, "I would like to hear about it." ”

Khan got up and took a few steps. I also stood up.

"Sit down, Chinasi!" said the Khan, after seeing me sit down, "Chinasi, do you know what I think of you when I see your performance on the front lines of the Khanate? You are methodical on the battlefield, you can win by surprise, you are a brilliant leader. You have fought against strong enemies in our alliance with the Kingdom of Svadia, and let me know that you are a stoic talent, and such a person can often achieve great things. ”

I was a little dazed by Khan's words.

"Well, I hope that you will be able to strategize like Nayan Bortura in the future, and you have shown many excellent qualities that I believe you will be able to carry this burden. Look at my two sons, who are reckless and ignorant, and who are useless, and my youngest son, Gegen, who is a good man of speech and a good writer, is weak and indecisive. Neither of these sons is worthy of the throne of a country, so it is not enough for the future marshal to be loyal, but also resourceful and valiant in battle. Tengger finally gave me such a talent, how can I be willing to kill it? Besides, you are still my kindred, and you are my nephew in terms of seniority!"

I hurriedly knelt down and thanked him, "Thank you Great Khan for not killing!" I said as I kowtowed heavily like rammed earth.

"Alas, you kneel again, you get up!" the Khan continued, "and many times you can be just my uncle, not the Great Khan. ”

"Great Khan, I ......" I was so moved that I couldn't speak. "All right, don't be a child, come here, look at the map!" said Khan, walking in front of a map of Calradia hanging from a blanket, "Look at this map, the Rhodoks have captured Fort Rendi, northwest of Halma. If Griffos is old and confused and goes to war with me, he will rely on our advantage in the plains to take this castle by chance, so that Fort Lundia, Fort Rende, and Dehrim will be in a three-legged position, and even if Yarogerk brazenly declares war, they will not be able to cut off the connection between the Kugit steppe and Dehrim. This is the heart of Calradia, and it has always been a battleground, but the benefits of my risk of taking it far outweigh the disadvantages. You see, by controlling this place, we can take Virgia and Nord in the north, Swadia in the west, and Saland and Rhodok in the south. We can transfer 1,000 cavalry from the east to garrison this place, and we can be invincible, and Kugit will prosper and grow, this is the first step!"

I was deeply impressed by Saiga Khan's kingly spirit and talent. His words influenced the course of Carradia's history. In the decades that followed, the warriors of the Khanate followed the path shown by the Khan and led Kugit to the top.

"O Chinasi!" said the Khan, looking at me, "but now, Nayan Bourat is old and decrepit, and I am nearing the end of my life. If Tengger had mercy on me and given me another twenty years, I would have been able to build a new empire, but unfortunately......"

"All the soldiers and civilians of the Khanate will pray for you, the Great Khan, and you will have the best doctors in the whole Khanate, and you will surely live a long life and accomplish your great cause. I said.

"It's a pity, my fate is not up to me, Tengger has made arrangements, and this is not something that can be reversed by manpower. Khan sighed.

I'm speechless.

Khan smiled and said, "Am I not still alive, why bother? Go, find some of your right-hand men, and take back your bride!"

I looked up at Khan in surprise.

"I'm here, as an uncle and a khan, and I wish you all the best!" the khan smiled.

"Thank you, Great Khan!" I thanked the Great Khan and ran out of the tent.

On the meadows south of Arib, I, Resarit, Uliji, James, Jayeh, and 20 other Kugit warriors were looking out at the sunset.

And my mind drifted back to the outskirts of Halma the day before, outside the tent of Saiga Khan.

I knew that Saiga Khan was generous, but I also knew that someone must have protected me in front of Saiga Khan. After a little inquiry outside the tent, one of the Khan's guards told me that it was the marshal who was in front of the Khan and persuaded the Khan not to kill me.

I was silent for a long time.

The guard returned to his post, and I silently entered the tent of the Ann Boyura.

When the marshal saw me come in, his eyes lit up, he stood up and smiled, "You won't come to say goodbye to me, will you?"

I knelt on my knees and said, "The marshal has been so kind to me that the students will never forget it." It's hard to repay this kindness, but as long as the marshal speaks, the students will go to the soup and go to the fire, and they will not hesitate!"

"Hehe, it's serious!" said Nayan Boyura, who stepped forward to support me, "Get up quickly!"

The marshal helped me to sit down, I held the marshal's hand tightly, and said: "Marshal, since I entered the political arena of the Khanate, you have helped me and guided me everywhere. At present, the great enemy has entrusted me with a heavy responsibility, so that students have the opportunity to make a name for themselves. The students were in trouble, and the marshal protected me in front of the Great Khan. How can this kindness be repaid? The Kugit people know how to repay the kindness, please allow me to be your protégé, call you a mentor, and let me serve you as a dog and horse!"

"Yes, yes, hehe, Tengger bless you, my child!" said the marshal laughing happily, from the bottom of his heart. The wrinkles on his forehead were all rippling with a smile. This smile is real and kind, just like the old Abba in the yurt seeing his thriving child.

I looked at my mentor and said, "So, what can I do for you?"

The smile faded into a look of nostalgia. I saw his wrinkles twisted together, like loaches stirred together in a grassland blister.

I am naturally observant, which is very different from other Kujits, and it also makes me more comfortable in the officialdom of the Khanate. And the change in the marshal's expression in front of him can't help but make people worry.

"Mentor, are you uncomfortable?" I asked.

The marshal breathed a long sigh of relief, and the wrinkles on his forehead slowly spread out. He spoke, "Son, do you know that your grandfather, Prince Timur, was kind to my four brothers, and it was his old man who promoted us, and that Ling Zun was a lifesaver for me when he carried me out of the pile of dead men on the snowy fields of Vegia. You have led soldiers and been promoted by others, and you should understand this feeling. Your teacher is old and wants to go to Tengger with peace of mind, how can you not do your best after the benefactor. Besides......"

When I returned to the army, I hastily recounted what had happened, and then set off with my men and horses. Before that, the Saker of Chenastu had brought his letter, and he had taken Naren out of Rhodok and made an appointment to meet him under a huge dead tree in 5 miles south of Arib.

A day later, I stood on my horse and watched the sunset.

A rider was hiding under the dead tree, playing the horse-head harp, accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano, with a hoarse voice, roaring out a desolate song, reflecting like a bloody sun, like a wounded lone wolf, singing his own sad song.

"The horses chase the pastures, the wolves chase the horses, and the warriors chase the wolves, and the wolves give them to the girl. Someone else's girl is a bride, why do you want to go to a distant place, why do you want me to walk alone?" the rider sang.

When I heard this song, a trace of unhappiness passed through my heart. The Kugit people have been fighting all their lives, they are not afraid of the sky or the earth, but they are very superstitious. I know that it is because the living conditions of the Kujiit people are too harsh and harsh, and they can't help but fear their fate.

I didn't blame him because I knew he was pitiful. Strange to say, sometimes the Kugit are the fiercest people, and other times they are the most sympathetic. The rider, Ol, was wanted by the Kugit Khanate ten months ago, and for the past 55 years he was known as the "Ole of the Drefaeban", and nearly half of the rampant bandits on the vast plains between the hills of the Sagicher Fort and the Achmore to Tulga were from him, and some joked that he had created a "Ringing Horse Khanate". According to word of mouth, he was a wrestler who was several feet tall and could carry a tripod, but when I saw him a few months ago, he was just a lean, vicissitudes of life, with a few silver whiskers sticking to the muscles of his face fluttering in the wind.

At that time, I was looking for talent in Uludarna. It was late spring, when the wind was blowing and the steppe was full of cattle and sheep, and one day he appeared on my territory, and when he landed on my command, he caused the nervousness of his soldiers, and dozens of bows and crossbows were aimed at him, because he had just stabbed Saskipoye, a cousin of King Yarogerk of the Kingdom of Vegia, and twenty men killed Saski's elite guard of 300 men. In the face of these crossbows that were ready to shoot him into a hornet's nest, he just let out a "quack" laugh like pulling a bellows, and laughed: "That young adult, the knife is not held like this!"

More than twenty years ago, Ole was the richest man on the grassland, and his wealth came from the prize money of various athletic tournaments, and in those years, he was the well-deserved king of the arena. At the age of 26, Le retired and returned to his hometown of Drefa'erban, married a wife and had children, herded horses and sheep, and enjoyed a family of three. One day, when he went to visit a friend in Achmore, he returned home to find the village in shambles, with the corpses of the villagers, including his wife and children.

He went mad and tried to save the lives of his wife and children, but their bodies were already cold. From then on, Oroku began the road to find the murderer.