"It should be the pasture of the Mali tribe." Speaking of the Mali tribe, Buyan Xiban gritted his teeth and cut off. All the five Tatars surnames participated in the rebellion, but among them, the one that made people hate was the Mali tribe. As the people who Dalaer Khan trusted the most, the brothers of the Wanggu tribe colluded with the hyenas of the Kale tribe, killed Dalaer Khan and destroyed the Wanggu tribe.

Mu Huali didn't want to pay attention to the Tatar disputes, nor did he ask more questions. There was no justice in the war between tribes on the grassland, and scimitars and bows represent everything.

When a person is praised as a hero, it does not mean how generous and brave he is, but more to describe how powerful the tribe he led is, which is very different from the heroes among the Han people.

The Tatars were not strong on the grassland and their reputation was not very good, because they were always regarded as lackeys of the Jin Kingdom. When they killed their Khan King and were divided into pieces, it is conceivable that their reputation would only be worse and their fate would not be too good.

If such a thing happened to the Mongolian tribe, not many people would be willing to take in the tribes that killed their Khan, their legs and feet deserved to be pierced by thorns, their bodies deserved to be lying on the grassland, allowing vultures in the sky to eat, and their heads deserved to be stacked together to become a witness to the anger that came from the immortal heaven.

"Let's go, my brother, chase after you and kill those blood-stained enemies." Mu Huali said so.

Ten thousand cavalry began to turn amid the shouts of the officers. They slowed down their horses and went to check them out without rushing. They were raising their strength for the upcoming battle.

The scouts of the army rushed to rush their war horses wildly and galloped towards the place where the smoke pillars rose.

"We need some Tatar tribe warriors to go back with us." Perhaps because of some dissatisfaction with Mu Huali's request for the army to slow down, Buyan Xiban shouted while urging the war horses.

Mu Huali looked forward like an eagle and falcon, and replied without looking back: "The Grand Marshal said, when you come here, where should you go first and what to do, I will listen to you, but how to fight. You have to listen to mine."

Buyan Xiban pursed his lips and stopped talking. Although Mu Huali was only a few years older than him, he had been following his uncle for some years and was one of his most trusted generals. When he thought of the things he learned in the Guowu Supervisory Commission, he finally suppressed his anxious mood.

Because the Han people say it very clearly that even the relatives of powerful people should maintain certain respect for those confidants who have followed the powerful for many years. Otherwise, it will add a lot of trouble to themselves.

There are many truths about the Han people. It makes sense. In recent years, Buyan Xiban has gained a lot. It’s a pity that he should stay with his uncle more in the past few years. Otherwise, he would not be so unfamiliar with the people around him. The Mu Huali sent by his uncle should be able to rely on, and even be a person of his own brothers.

Buyan Xiban glanced at Mu Huali's straight figure. He was a little envious, but he thought secretly that as the future Khan of the Tatars, he must have a broad mind as broad as the sky. He should show enough patience and tolerance for those who can be trusted, and be cruel to the enemy and let his anger burn to his fullest.

The distance is indeed very far. When ten thousand cavalry came here, the sky gradually became dark. The night on the grassland was cold and desolate. The boundless darkness would soon occupy everything. In such a dark night, the Han people who had just arrived in the grassland would always feel lonely and horrified, and even the war horses under their seats would neigh uneasyly.

This is a medium-sized tribe with about a few hundred people. The tents have almost burned. Traces of battle are everywhere, blood and corpses are everywhere. The men obviously made fierce resistance, but the scars on their bodies show that their resistance has not played any role.

There were many enemies and they surrounded the place. Obviously, they didn't want any prisoners, so they were inserted with arrows everywhere. Many of them should have been taken back by the enemy, but many were still left behind, especially those inserted into human bodies, which didn't move much. Maybe the enemies thought that the blood-stained things were inauspicious.

All men were dead, many women were naked, obviously insulted, but in the end, the enemies did not allow them to survive, but wiped their necks one by one, and the children were all dead. This was a naked massacre, just like a tribe with blood feuds, very thoroughly and left no room for anything.

All the cattle, sheep and horses were stolen and nothing was left, just like locusts crossing the border. The miserable scene did not move the Qin soldiers. They were already a cold and terrifying team led by Mu Huali. Only those newly added guys frowned and expressed their anger and disgust.

"We will rest here for a night and have a good night's sleep. We will chase after them tomorrow and kill them." Mu Huali shouted.

The scouts dispersed. If there were any surprise attacks on the grassland, it must have been at night. This was also the most tense moment for the scouts.

However, Mu Huali was not worried about anything. He led the most elite part of the Qin army. On the grassland, especially on the Tatar grassland, unless it was ten times the enemy, he could not surround these elite soldiers. He was very confident in his judgment.

The bonfire rose and the camp was simply set up. Mu Huali sat silently with Buyan Xiban, chewing dry food in big mouthfuls. There were more than ten days left, and we couldn't get anything to eat. Everyone was going hungry. The only benefit here was that there was no need to worry about the war horses having no food and drink. This was the paradise of war horses.

There were vultures hovering in the sky, which made Mu Huali a little annoyed because the vultures did not fall down. In other words, people came here. I wonder if the enemies would find this. However, if they could find these tribes, there must be a guide in their team, so it should not be difficult to find them.

The Jin people were shooting the Grass Valley, which was confirmed, because the arrows, swords and guns scattered on the ground, as well as some graves, could indicate that these enemies were defenders from Datong, so there was no need to doubt anything about this.

"Can you catch up with them tomorrow?" Buyan Xiban asked without saying a word.

Mu Huali nodded while chewing dry food and said vaguely: "They snatched a lot of things and didn't walk far."

"Catch up and kill them all." A fierce light appeared in Buyan Xiban's eyes.

Mu Huali likes to hear these words, "You said this, listen to you, you have to recognize them when you come to the front of the general."

Buyan Xiban was obviously a little dissatisfied with the cleverness shown by the Mongolians and muttered, "Would you still take them back?"

Mu Huali shook his head and said disrespectfully: "Leave a few for us to drive the sheep, and the others will follow the rules of the grassland."

What rules on the grassland are not beautiful? Naturally, Xiban understands that killing all men and children above the wheels is the trophy of the winners. This is the rules of the grassland, which are primitive and cruel, and it also makes it difficult for the grassland tribe to grow.

Obviously, the simple sentence contains a full smell of blood, and I also commented on this conversation.

After a while, Buyan Xiban's faint voice sounded again, "Mu Huali, when I become the master of this grassland, are you willing to help me?"

Mu Huali said without hesitation: "You ask Dashuai Dashuai, Dashuai asked me to help you, and I will help you."

Buyan Xiban smiled in the darkness. Obviously, the Mongolian was moved. The general was his uncle. It would not be difficult to ask him for someone. He obviously underestimated the position of the Mongolians in the mind of the general Zhao Shi, so naturally he didn't ask for it.

Buyan Xiban was in high spirits, and his laughter came as the flames shone, "Mu Huali, if I become the master of this grassland again, I will hand over all the Tatar soldiers to you, and I will share everything with you, let us rule this grassland together... Would you like to be Anda with me, the prince of Wanggu tribe Buyan Xiban?"

Mu Huali hesitated for a moment, and finally reacted with his generous nature, because he believed that although the title of the prince of the Wanggu tribe was somewhat unworthy, the most noble inheritance on the grassland flowed in his bloodline. Being an Anda with such a person does not insult the glory of the descendants of the immortal emperor.

What's more, the Tatar aunt was also the wife of the Grand Marshal. It was not only a blessing to marry Anda with such a man, but also to be a blessing.

Brothers on the grassland, under the witness of the Heaven of Eternity, cannot be free to do whatever they want. They have their own rules, ranks and self-esteem. Reputable people will not become brothers with lowly people, and ordinary herders will not expect to have the opportunity to become brothers with tribe leaders.

Even if a person with noble blood becomes a slave, when the opportunity comes, someone will reach out to hold on to the subordinate he wants to become.

This is the rule on the grassland. This is not snobbery, but customs.

Mu Huali turned over and sat up, responding happily, "Okay, if one day you become the owner of this grassland, Mu Huali will definitely present his most precious gift to congratulate him on Anda."

Buyan Xiban was overjoyed and grabbed his hand and said happily: "Don't worry, God testified. Buyan Xiban will never forget how generous and enthusiastic his brother is. At that time, I will definitely entertain you with the best wine and the most beautiful woman in the tent."

Two guys who originally belonged to different races and had different beliefs, fell down together by the bonfire, and made their own vows in many curious eyes around them, exchanged gifts, and became brothers who could share hardships.

But if their gods really hear this, they don’t know whether they will be happy or angry, whether they will give them blessings or pour their anger on their heads............

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