In the depths of the Gobi, the barbarian Golden Horde

The so-called Golden Horde is no different from the big yurt on the steppe, but it is much thicker and is fixed by iron rings on all sides, after all, the wind blows in the Gobi desert covered with yellow sand.

In the golden horde at this moment,

A middle-aged man with a tiger's back was dozing, and beside him was a barbarian high priest who was muttering incessantly, and barbarians kept entering the big tent.

The high priest was wearing a pure black cloak, and his entire old body was hidden in the cloak, and his face was smeared with all kinds of strange symbols, making it impossible to see his face.

"Ahem......"

The high priest coughed lightly, and the cane in his hand that could not distinguish the color lightly touched the ground, and the whole tent instantly fell silent.

If the barbarian king is the actual ruler of the barbarians, then the high priest is the spiritual leader of the barbarians, and the succession of the barbarian king needs to be blessed by the high priest in order to be justified, which is quite similar to the Western set in the previous life.

The only difference is that the West has used force and brainwashing to engrave Shenwei deeply in everyone's heart, and the barbarians on the Gobi Desert have obviously not reached that point, and the power in the hands of the barbarian king is not small, after all, in the barbarian tribe that respects strength, which position can sit must be the most terrifying person in the entire race.

"My lord, the leaders of all the tribes have arrived. ”

The voice in the old priest's mouth was very old, and when the words fell, the barbarian king above also opened his eyes and stretched his waist, and only when he stood up did he see his body clearly, the muscles of his body were ligated, and he felt full of strength from a distance, and his hair was scattered, like a humanoid beast.

"It's all there. ”

"Strategist, you will analyze the current situation for us. ”

The barbarian king waved his hand, and a middle-aged scribe wearing a white robe and a three-inch beard on his chin walked out.

Speaking of living in a big tent for a long time, this barbarian king eats food on weekdays, and looks at this military advisor a little cleaner and pleasing to the eye, and it is not bad to wipe his mouth, but over time this robe has become what it is now, and the scribe is too lazy to change it, and he can't escape its due fate no matter what.

After the middle-aged scribe walked out, he first knelt on the ground, climbed forward a few steps, and kissed the toes of the barbarian king before getting up.

"Yuanfu is fortunate to be able to work for the king. ”

The scribe's face was full of flattery.

"Hmm. ”

The barbarian king nodded with a very useful look on his face,

This middle-aged scribe is really a Qing person, more than 20 years ago, when the previous barbarian king went south to fight the grass valley, he was captive when he looked at the fine skin and tender meat, and planned to stay in the army as rations.

How do you know that when you are about to get out of the pot, the feces and urine will sound in unison,

I couldn't get a fishy smell in my mouth, so I was lucky enough to pick up a life.

For the next few days, the man was locked in a cage, shouting for a good plan to survive, and one day the barbarian king passed by and thought that this man was so funny, unlike the other people who were numb or tearful, and this gave him a chance to speak.

At the beginning, the barbarian king had the mentality of trying it out,

Which Cheng thought that there was really an unexpected joy,

Speaking of which, this scholar really has two brushes, and as a Qing person, he naturally understands the deployment of various places in Liangzhou, and under the leadership of this person, the barbarians have successively laid down several cities in Liangzhou, and the route back to the Gobi is also planned by this person, and that trip can be described as a lot of money.

The middle-aged scribe named Zhang Yuanfu was originally a distant side of the Zhang family, and he was not reused, but now when he arrived at the territory of the barbarian, he had a lot of meaning to meet Bole, and he worked even harder after being introduced by the barbarian king as a military advisor, and he didn't blink his eyes when he killed Qingren.

However, since Xu Wu was transferred to Liangzhou, this Zhang Yuanfu has not been of much use, and the little ink in his abdomen is useless against the knife of the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry.

The high-spirited days came to an abrupt end after only a few months, and the collection left in the big tent by the previous barbarian king was all a mascot to commemorate the eventful years of the past.

The new barbarian king ascended the throne,

This Zhang Yuansuke has become the number one dog leg under his account,

The ability to slap horses also works among barbarians,

In the face of a group of big bosses, Zhang Yuanfu licked out a piece of the sky,

became a proper big red man in front of the barbarian king, although he suffered from the white eyes of the high priest, he didn't care, and he was still happy.

A perfect interpretation of licking the dog, licking the dog, licking the dog to the end, there is everything.

At last the barbarian king trembled with joy,

According to Qingren, he was rewarded with the title of a military advisor,

Now there is a change on the side of Qingren,

It was the time when the dog-headed military advisor showed the furrow in his chest,

How can you not get excited?

Zhang Yuanfu bowed and glanced at the barbarian king behind him, and then stopped his body trembling slightly with excitement.

"You are all the leaders of the major tribes of our barbarians, and there are more than 10,000 sons under your hands, so I will try to be as straightforward as possible without twisting and turning around on some words. ”

Zhang Yuanfu threw off his robe and showed the grace of a scribe,

There is a lot of disdain between the words, although he has become a hardcore dog leg under the account of the barbarian king, but the literati in Daqing still look down on these barbarians in their bones, they hide and tuck on weekdays, and they have suffered from their white eyes, and now they are full of spirit, and there is more support from the barbarian king, how can they not be crazy?

"Qingren's emperor Lao'er died, everyone must know this, just a few days ago, the northern Xu butcher ascended the throne and became the emperor, Qingren's own nest fought, the imperial court 900,000 troops went north, and the Xu butcher is now overstretched. ”

"Now is the time for my barbarian army to go south!"

"When the Naqing army arrives in Liangzhou, it will be the time for our barbarians to go south. ”

"The three counties of Liangzhou are like things in the bag, and even the neighboring states and counties are also at your fingertips......"

Zhang Yuanfu said in high spirits, spitting stars flying, and the voice echoed in the big tent.

"According to your Qingren's words, there will be an injury when the two tigers fight, why not wait for the Qingren to lose both, and it is not too late for our barbarian army to go south, what do you think about letting my army go south as soon as possible?"

Just when Zhang Yuanfu scolded Fang Xuan,

A man in the big tent took a sip of mare's milk wine and sneered, I have long been unaccustomed to this dog fighting people, and a celebratory person ran to our barbarian golden horde to point at how to be happy.

"Could it be that you are still thinking about Qingren?"

The man is heart-wrenching.

The leaders of the other tribes in the big tent also opened their mouths to help, and they had long been unable to see the appearance of this powerless Qing people showing off their might on the top.

"Presumptuous!"

"Just half a month ago, the daughter of the leader of the Hohe tribe sacrificed 500 cattle and sheep and 200 horses to be hired as a military advisor, and in the words of Qingren, she is the son-in-law of the door, how can you not be considered a barbarian in my tribe?"

The barbarian king shouted like thunder.

There was silence in the field,

Everyone looked at the middle-aged scribe in the field with a blank look.

There are very few sons-in-law in the world,

The son-in-law of the Qing people is called "marrying",

Who knows the bitterness of the word "marry"?

Even the custom is also in accordance with the process of marrying a daughter, after the door in the family has no status at all, often beaten and scolded, worse than the next person, no different from cattle and sheep.

This is especially true among the barbarians whose strength reigns,

Women are outright vassals,

Now someone actually "marries" a barbarian girl?

"What the king said is extremely true, the ministers have long since joined the barbarians. ”

"What else do you leaders have to say?"

Zhang Yuanfu saluted to the barbarian king,

turned around and shouted proudly, and everyone in the audience was silent for a long time,

I thought that although there was more bad water in the stomach, the reader wanted to be face-saving.

How could you have imagined that there would be such a brazen person in the world?

"I wonder if the leader of Tuoba still has something to say?"

Zhang Yuanfu pressed forward step by step, and his momentum was overwhelming.

Tuoba Ha's bare chest and blood surged, and a mouthful of old blood spit out.