The area controlled by Hualie's ministry is just a large grassland with lush water and grass next to a river on the grassland. There are only more than 300 families in the ministry. Sometimes there are sporadic herders families from other places who come to join us because it is too hard to wander alone on the grassland. The day is in danger, and they have to worry about being caught up with bandits, Liao soldiers or people from other tribes.

Standing on the grassland, looking at his small tribe, Luo Dacheng smiled slightly, and felt delighted. Although his tribe was still small, Luo Dacheng was confident that it would become bigger and bigger and become a force that no one could ignore.

While he was wandering on the grassland, a young herder kept following him faithfully, looking at him secretly with fear and respect. It was Timur, the young man whose father was killed by the Liao soldiers, and now Luo Dacheng's personal bodyguard.

Luo Dacheng raised his hand and signaled to Timur. Timur immediately bowed and saluted, took off the horn from the horse's neck, raised his head and blew it up hard, allowing the vibrant horn to resound on this large grassland.

The herdsmen grazing on the grassland immediately turned over and galloped towards the side when they heard the sound of the horn. Listening to the rhythm of the horn with a specific meaning, they drilled into their own dome. After a while, they changed their armor and came out with well-made swords and guns in their hands.

When they were wearing armor, holding swords, guns, bows and arrows, they were neatly arranged on the grassland, they looked like a well-trained soldier.

Luo Dacheng smiled and looked at them with satisfaction. After more than 400 herdersmen in armor, Luo Dacheng finally owned his own army.

The men of the Zubu tribe who rode a horse neatly formed an army formation looked at Luo Dacheng in awe in front of the queue, their bravest tribe leader.

They knew that he came from the Han area, and like those merchants, they were all Han people. However, as herders from small tribes on the grassland, they had no intention of discriminating against Han people.

They themselves are from different tribes, and it is their habit to think about joining the strong. On the grassland where there is no kingly law and only speaking by strength, only by joining the strong can they survive and avoid suffering the catastrophe that they may face at any time.

And the strong men they saw throughout their lives were no more than the tribe leader in front of them. He could easily shoot and kill hundreds of well-equipped Liao soldiers. With the protection of this leader, they could safely sheep and herd horses and support their wives and children without worrying too much about sudden disasters.

In fact, in their eyes, Luo Dacheng could no longer be considered a complete Han people. They were no longer members of those tribes, but now they are all tribes of the Hualie tribe. Under the leadership of the Hualie tribe, they lived a peaceful and prosperous life here.

Luo Dacheng waved his hand and ordered the hundreds of households to take them to learn combat skills.

They are all nations that grew up on horseback and have used bows and arrows as toys since childhood. Now the archery technique is not under the Song soldiers who have been through the battlefield for a long time, but their ability to ride and shoot is far beyond others.

Regarding this specialty, Luo Dacheng decided to carry forward it. He ordered herders to ride on horseback and practice archery every day when grazing, and try to shoot arrows farther and more accurately.

He told the herdsmen that in a few days he would run a riding and shooting competition. Anyone who achieved good results in the competition would receive a reward - Luo Dacheng would take out a part of the horses and sheep in his property and reward the archers with superb archers. Anyway, he felt that there were too many livestock in his name and he kept so many livestock. It was useless, so it would be better to use it as a lottery to stimulate the herdsmen's enthusiasm for learning.

In contrast, the winners of the sword competition will also receive rewards. The ones who train their sword skills are the few Han people who left the caravan and the desperate people who often fought with bandits and small groups of Liao soldiers. The sword skills they practice are all learned from fighting.

However, if we want to improve the combat effectiveness of the herdsmen as soon as possible, it is not possible to rely on their wild sword techniques alone. So Luo Dacheng decided to establish a complete set of sword techniques training systems. He taught the sword techniques himself and taught these his own initial soldiers.

Above the blue sky, white clouds floated. Luo Dacheng stood on the grassland, looking at the herdsmen who were riding silently on the vast grassland, pulled out their battle swords with a clang, pointed high into the air, and shouted in a loud voice: "Today, I want to practice a set of sword techniques, you can see clearly! Whether you can survive smoothly on the battlefield in the future depends on your own!"

The screams were loud and spread from afar on the grassland. The herdsmen riding war horses listened with stern eyes, looking at the leader holding a sword in their hands, trying to slowly swing him out of the sword, and remember each move firmly in their hearts.

Luo Dacheng waved his sword and taught them the sword technique he had figured out in one move. Looking at these herdsmen in armor, he believed in his heart that the powerful army on the grassland would be cast by himself starting today.

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Sitting in the big tent, Luo Dacheng said calmly:

"Let the messenger of the Aotu tribe come in!"

Beside him, more than a dozen soldiers from the Hualie tribe stood with swords on their backs. They were still wearing clothes of the herdsmen of Bu, but they already had a slight sense of courage and emanated from these young people.

The curtain of the big tent was lifted open, and the three of them walked in strode in. They were the envoys sent by the Etu tribe not far away. After being assigned by the leader of the Etu tribe, they came to Hualie to send a letter.

The leader was about thirty or forty years old, wearing a shepherd's robe, with a beard and a face covered with dirt. I don't know how long it took to get used to washing my face.

With arrogance in the dirt, the envoy of the Shur tribe stomped into the tent with his head held high, pulled out a letter from his arms, handed it to his servant Timur, who took the letter and respectfully presented it to Luo Dacheng.

Luo Dacheng opened the letter, took a look, and handed it to Meng Yilan. He only learned the language of hindering people from Meng Yilan, but encountered obstacles in learning words. Instead, Di Liniang learned these alien characters faster.

Meng Yilan opened it and looked at it. She gradually became angry on Sha Xin's face. She put down the letter and said to Luo Dacheng as calmly as possible: "He asked us to surrender!"

Luo Dacheng responded calmly and asked the envoy: "Why do your leader want me to surrender?"

The messenger replied proudly: "The flying eagles in the sky will naturally rule the birds, what's there to say!"

Luo Dacheng heard it funny and asked, "What if I don't agree?"

The messenger changed his face and shouted coldly: "Tomorrow at noon, Chief Otulu will personally bring his troops to accept your surrender!"

After saying that, the messenger turned around and left, with two followers, he left with him.

Timur was already full of anger and drew his sword to chase after the messenger to kill the messenger, but Luo Dacheng stopped him and had to come back and stand beside Luo Dacheng, resentment.

Luo Dacheng took the letter and looked at the words he couldn't understand, and was amused and puzzled. He didn't expect that since he established a tribe, the first person to attack him was not the Khitans, but the tribe on the grassland.

However, what is the origin of this Aoba tribe? It must be checked as soon as possible.

He raised his head and looked at Meng Yilan's face, with a sense of inquisitiveness in his eyes.

Meng Yilan knew his intention and shook her head and said, "Don't ask me, I have never heard of it. There are so many tribes on the grassland, who can remember them one by one?"

When she shook her head, under the Mongolian-style headscarf, black black hair floated in the air. In her dark and bright eyes, her eyes were lively and her face was extremely pretty, which made Luo Dacheng feel slightly lost.

It was not until Meng Yilan was seen that red clouds appeared on her face. Luo Dacheng came to his senses, coughed lightly, looked up at the guards beside him, and looked at them one by one. Finally, he saw a 17 or 18-year-old boy standing at the tent. He waved his hand and called him over and ordered: "Brother Su, go and inquire about what the Aobu tribe is, how many tribes and soldiers, come and report me quickly."

Brother Su was small in size, but had a smart and weird look on his face. Wen Ling bowed and smiled and said, "Don't worry, leader, I will find out as soon as possible!"

Luo Dacheng knew that he liked to inquire about these family matters the most and was prone to getting along with people from other tribes, so he smiled and asked him out.

Brother Su took a few friends with him and followed the direction of the envoy of the Etu tribe. He followed behind him from afar. When he saw the camp of the Etu tribe, he quietly crept into their pasture and talked to the herdsmen of the Etu tribe. After getting enough news, he rushed back to report to Luo Dacheng.

When Luo Dacheng heard his report, he laughed in silence. It turned out that the Aotu tribe had only more than 2,000 tribes, and all the herdsmen who could fight were only eight or nine hundred. It was just closest to the Hualie tribe, and he fell in love with the rich grasslands of the Hualie tribe, which could feed more horses and sheep, so he came to snatch them.

Judging from the meaning of Otulu, it is probably not necessary to surrender them. As long as they are driven away, it will be almost done if they are taken away. However, how could Luo Dacheng easily give up this pasture? Although he is not an authentic herder who regards the plump grassland as life, if someone bullies it so easily, what qualifications are there to dominate the grassland?
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