The large camps of the barbarian tribes are so chaotic that they are not organized, and the soldiers and horses patrolling back and forth are all arranged at will by the generals who lead the troops of each department, and there is no fixed number of people on duty that day, so that it is not uncommon for people to still drink and get drunk with others when they are on duty, and the people on the grassland have two things that are always around, one is the horse and the other is wine, both of which are indispensable.

Dun Mao also knew that it was not possible to follow the example of the Yaoren military camp among the steppe people to enforce the prohibition of alcohol, so only strong alcohol was banned, and light wine was no different from clear water for these men who would hold the jar and drink freely at every turn, but just by smelling the fragrance of mare's milk wine, they knew which of the jars at the feet of the soldiers on duty must be filled with old wine and spirits.

These people were celebrating their achievements, and they had just defeated the two county towns of Jinju, and according to the rules of the steppe march, they had to live happily in the city for three days before they stopped, and his Taiqige tribe contributed the most in these two battles, and most of the dead and wounded were the slave warriors of Dunmao's subordinates, while the rest of the tribes were just doing some swaggering and shouting things, but they also rushed into the city behind the Taiqige tribe, intending to get a piece of the pie.

The drunken warriors clapped their hands and sang a ballad about the girl's grassland, and more and more people joined in, and suddenly looked at the place, and did not find any of the Taiqi Gebu warriors, and only then was they a little relieved, and after a long time, a centurion scolded and waved his horsewhip to disperse these people.

"My lord. The companion who has been with Dun Mao since he was a child couldn't help frowning when he looked at Dun Mao's line of sight, "The people of these tribes don't know how to restrain their samurai, and the nobles choose to return to their respective tents among the robbed women, most of them are drinking, and the wounded are left unattended, so they stink in a few dilapidated tents..."

In fact, the companion had tried his best to pick out some less bad information to tell Dun Mao, the truth is that the lords and generals of the various ministries are almost unable to restrain these subordinates who are carried away by the wealth of the Yao people, and they will draw their swords against each other for a piece of gold or a woman with a slight appearance, and the fight of several and dozens of people is also seen from time to time.

What's more tricky is the contradiction between the tribes, the grassland tribe alliance army went south in an attempt to enrich the food and property of the Yao people, and it is reasonable for the tribes to have an uneven distribution of spoils, but the tribal lords who have long-cherished grievances during the deliberations are unwilling to take a step back.

"The equipment and methods for attacking the city, the grain and pasture for the winter, are not difficult to solve. His cheeks twitched slightly, "They can't even sit down and talk well, so how can they solve so many things?"

The warriors of the Taiqige Department are still under his control, there is no over-the-top behavior, and Dunmao is indeed an excellent lord, after the destruction of the city, except for a very small part of the collection in his own tent, most of the rest are scattered to the slave warriors who are besieging the city, after dozens of battles, there are three hundred people who have escaped from the status of slaves by virtue of their military exploits, and the nobles who have lost these populations have also been appeased by Dun Mao with the silk silk and delicate things of the Yao people.

Everyone seems to be happy with it.

Only after smiling and sending off the lords and generals who were discussing in the big tent every day, the silver wine glass in his hand would be held into a thin piece of silver cake.

These people who are as short-sighted as rats have to resist the urge to draw their swords hundreds of times every time they deliberate, how can these people who chatter in their tents for a little profit not understand that this is only the acquisition of two Yaoren county towns, and the wider land is waiting for their bows and horses to conquer, these.... Stupid people.

There is no shortage of heroes on the grassland, but it is only a moment and a place of heroes, although their stories have been passed down from generation to generation in the mouths of herdsmen, but what the grassland people really lack is a star that descends from the sky to the world, a leader who can lead them to expand their territory.

The lords of the tribes began to lose their ambition to open up the grassland when they first saw the prosperity of Yaoren County, and they were once the same people as Dunmao Chao and Rad, but gradually went in the opposite direction to his path in the drunkenness of money.

He stroked the soft fur on the shoulders of the silver fox Pikan with his hand, this winter he felt much colder than in previous years, and suddenly understood what this meant to an old man of the grassland at his age, walking the martial arts can only delay the process, but it cannot affect the arrival of the ending.

He was no longer young, and the men who served him could comb a handful of gray hair from his noble head every day, and his ravine-ravine face could no longer withstand the fierce wind on the prairie, and he needed to be smeared with pure mutton fat to keep out the cold, and the scars left on him by the battles he had fought everywhere in his youth ached.

Are you already old? Suddenly looked down at the heavy armor that had followed him for most of his life, I don't know how much the blood of the grassland and Yao people had been stained with it, he was the one who charged at the forefront before he became the lord of the Taiqi tribe, and he was also the one after becoming the lord of the Taiqi tribe, so he had more scars on his body than many samurai, and the cavalry of the Taiqi tribe followed behind his horse like a tide to drown those who dared to block their edge, and the Taiqi tribe became the largest tribe on the grassland.

The slave warrior was the first idea proposed by Dun Mao, and he personally carried out the selection of personnel, from training and preparation for war and support. Although these slaves were the property of the nobles of the Taiqige tribe, no nobles were willing to displease the lord for a few slaves, so he suddenly gathered an army of 40,000 men under his command in a very short time.

In terms of numbers alone, 40,000 people are comparable to the original samurai of the entire Taiqige Division, but if you really bring these slaves who were still messing with horses, cattle and sheep yesterday into the battle formation, any big nobleman can pull out 2,000 cavalry to defeat these 40,000 people, at that time, whether it was the Taiqige Department or other tribes, people did not believe that lowly slaves could do things, and it was not until the slave warriors under the command of Dunmao destroyed the two major divisions that their impression was completely reversed, and it turned out that slaves could also become such warriors.

The northern border passes of Jinju were all broken, and many of them were the handiwork of these slave warriors of the Taiqige tribe, and the gains were not even worth the consumption of the siege, and the slave army that had grown to 50,000 was only about 20,000 people, but he did not hesitate to regret the losses of these people, because this was only the accumulation of his climb to the most majestic city wall of Jinju.

All the conditions are in place, and it will take a considerable amount of time to transport those heavy equipment from the grassland and mountains to this place, and all that can be done now is to wait.

Bald Batu suddenly had a headache when he thought of this troublesome and meritorious first warrior of the Taiqige Division, this unruly stallion in the northern steppes may be able to settle down, he has absolute confidence in Bal Batu's strength, the only thing that makes him a little uneasy is whether the stallion's obsession with wine and women will make him forget his duty.

Suddenly a long sigh of relief swept away the years in his mind, Bal Luo Batu is a loyal hound, following behind his horse every pounce can accurately and fatally bite the throat of his enemy, in the early years of several major battles related to the survival of the Taiqi Ge Division, are the result of the victory of the Bal Luo Batu assassination of the enemy clan general Lord Jun, in other words, the Taiqi Ge Department can have the current achievements in his hands in the hands of the Taiqi Batu Division, Bal Luo Batu Laerhua has a lot of credit.

"My lord. "The great future who walked out of the big tent of the lords of the tribes discussed with his henchmen, and when he came to his side, he was able to restrain the anger on his body, "The lord of the Chiyujin tribe has a lot of disrespectful words when he talks about you, as long as the lord gives an order, Toruba will go back and cut off his head!"

Dun Mao is nominally the leader of the allied forces of the steppe tribes, but the only soldiers and horses that can be mobilized are a few small troops led by the horses of the Taiqige tribe and the team of slave warriors, as well as those cavalry of the nobles who are close to the nobles, and even the cavalry under the command of all the nobles of the Taiqige department cannot be commanded by their arms, after all, there are few nobles who are willing to send out the cavalry with their own money and grain and come back in a sparse manner.

Whoever speaks on the grassland has enough confidence, after all, it still depends on how many soldiers and horses there are under the tent, whoever has a big fist will listen to whom, where are there so many fancy intestines, if it weren't for the fact that your Taiqige Department is in full swing, how many clan lords will take most of your family to the south with you?

"The lord of the Chiyujin tribe is already very old, and we have to be a little more patient with this kind of old man who doesn't have many days to live. ”

Toruba is a general in the prime of life in the Taiqige Division, and has been following the lord Dunmao for fifteen years, and is the first person among the slave warriors of the Taiqige tribe to be among the nobles by virtue of his military exploits, and he is also a slave in the tent of the sovereign, although the cattle and sheep and rewards in his tent are too many to count, Toruba is still unwilling to follow the example of those nobles, and conceals that the lord uses horses to exchange precious tea and silk from the merchants of the Yao people, and the cowhide armor on his body is still a reward when he was a slave warrior, and has been worn by him until now, and the black stains on it do not know how many people's blood。

Chiyoujin was only eaten by the Taiqige Department two years ago in a fat grassland in the south, and the two sides inevitably had a big war, since the grassland belonged to the Taiqige Division, the defeat was naturally the former. The general who led the army of the Chi You Jin Department this time was still the one who was captured alive by the Bal Luo Batu on the battlefield, and the original intention was to cut off his head and send it to the lord of the Chi Yu Jin Tribe, but he suddenly drank the Bal Luo Batu and let the general of the Red You Jin Department return to his own tribe, but now he not only does not remember the grace of the Taiqi Ge Department not to kill, but it has fueled the arrogance of his master.

"Sovereign, sovereign. The companion who was nearby received the shocking news from a messenger, "The leader of the guard of the prince of the Kucha family has brought back a Yao man, who said that he would give the lord a gift.... A big, big, big gift. ”

Suddenly, he turned around and glanced at his companion.