Timur, the fierce brother, rushed to kill Yesudier, but I guess he is not having a good time now. Not to mention that Enke escaped alive, the internal problems in Wala are probably not small.
With the death of Yesudie'er, many of the investments of the Wala nobles were in vain, and they might have to be liquidated in the future. Naturally, they were unwilling to accept it. It was difficult for even the leader to deal with such internal problems of the tribe.
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In addition, the Tatars and the Tianbaonu who backed the Ming Dynasty were eyeing him. Only in this case would Meng Ge Timur, who had always been extremely hostile to the Han people, be willing to listen carefully to the opinions of Zhu Biao, the prince of the Ming Dynasty.
Even if you know that it may be to quench your thirst, you can only be forced to drink it. It is better to have a moment or two of breathing space than to be crushed to pieces immediately. This is the so-called conspiracy.
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The atmosphere in the court of the Mongolian Golden Horde was quite depressing. After an argument, there was a period of silence, with only the crackling sound of the burning brazier in the middle.
The Mongolian nobles in the tent all wore brick-brown uniforms, that is, robes and coats, which were shorter and tighter than the Central Plains clothing. There were many pleats at the waist, making it very convenient to get on and off horses, and they wore golden spiked boots under their feet.
Sitting on the throne is naturally the great leader of Wala. The hair on his forehead is made into a small lock, like a peach, and the rest is braided into two braids, and then wound into two large rings hanging behind the ears.
Wearing a cymbal crown.
"Have you not caught him yet?"
No one answered, so the answer was self-evident. The fierce little eyes of Timur, as sharp as a falcon, contained an almost uncontrollable killing intent.
"You are all useless trash. I should take away your souls and let you be stupid cows and sheep in your next life!"
Two stocky Wala nobles knelt down on one knee and held their chests: "It is our incompetence. As your eagle dogs, we failed to catch the prey. Please reduce the punishment."
The chest of fierce brother Timur rose and fell rapidly. The person who could be entrusted with the responsibility of hunting down the bloodline of the previous Khan was naturally his most loyal confidant. How could he be punished excessively at this juncture?
Normally, at this time, someone should have come forward to make peace and provide a step down, but the others seemed to be dead. He knew that this was them expressing their dissatisfaction and blaming him for bringing the tribe into such a dangerous situation.
After finally wresting the management rights of the grassland from Kublai Khan's family, and now taking the initiative to kill the Khan who was close to them, this does not mean that the orthodox rights will return to the Tatars.
A man with disheveled hair suddenly stood up from the chair and said: "Chief blessed by the eternal heaven, we have always obeyed the will of God and acted according to your will, but you killed Zhuolik Tuhan without telling us.
This doesn't seem right."
"Boyinhai Rihan, are you questioning my decision?"
"I don't dare." He bowed slightly and touched his chest in salute, but he didn't explain any more and just sat back. This seemed like a sign of contempt.
Meng Brother Timur clenched his hands tightly, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands writhed and twisted like earthworms. He wanted to immediately summon the guards guarding the door and cut off Hai Rihan's head.
But he was forced to endure it. Hai Rihan's subordinates did not have much pasture or cattle and sheep, but they had thousands of elite cavalry. Because of this strength, he made friends with several Anda who had died. The combined strength
Not to be underestimated.
Seeing Timur's attitude, the eyes of the other Oara tribe leaders began to turn green, just like a pack of hungry wolves outside the livestock pen. After testing, they wanted to pounce on the meat and chew the bones.
On the grassland, the weak and the strong prey on the weak. The position of Khan may still require the blood of the Boljijin family, but the position of leader depends on strength or wisdom.
Yes, people on the grasslands also know that brave and strong warriors may bring rich prey, but it does not mean that they can lead the tribe to multiply and prosper. They respect wise men more.
Timur, the fierce brother, led the tribe to help the Borzhijin and Yesudier seize the position of Khan, replaced the Tatars with Oara, and was allocated more fertile water and grassland. The ethnic group prospered, which undoubtedly has far-reaching consequences.
Wise.
Therefore, even if Zhuriktu Khan set up the Golden Tent here, they are still more willing to follow his wisdom. But now, if he cannot prove his wisdom again, then he will pay a heavy price for this mistake.
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"I know you are doubting my decision, but have you ever thought about why Yesudier set up the Golden Account here? It seems that we have seized the power of the grassland, but in fact we are going to be divided by him. This is
The Boljijin family’s conspiracy is just like what they did to our ancestors back then!”
"Chief, my leader." He Su Yao Letu, the leader of the Waladurbot tribe, opened his slightly cloudy eyes and said, "This is not a suitable reason. Even if there was some compulsion in it, the great Genghis Khan did not
He treats our tribe harshly, and we have some of his blood in our bodies."
"Oh, you said that you have the blood of the Golden Family, but others don't seem to agree. Otherwise, why has it not been our Oala people's turn to take the position of Khan for so many years?"
The leader of the Choros tribe was very young and looked very strong, but his expression was very calm and not as reckless as his figure suggested. He stretched out his calloused fingers and pointed at the fierce brother Timur.
The chair under his butt said: "Is that chair that comfortable? Chief, you are sitting on it now. Don't you feel your butt is burning?"
"Hahaha."
The other tribal leaders seemed to have heard a big joke and laughed exaggeratedly.
Meng brother Timur suddenly stood up and stood to one side: "I'm not sitting on this chair just for myself. Any of you can take turns to come up and sit. The important thing is that I don't want to see the people of Borzhijin's family again.
Sit on it."
"They have destroyed all the foundations left by the great Genghis Khan. They have lost the glory of the Golden Family, and the Immortal Heaven is no longer protecting them. Otherwise, why could we kill two Khans in a row in just a few years?"
There was a lot of discussion below, and the leaders of some tribes seemed to have suddenly realized something. Only a few leaders of large tribes still looked cold.
It has taken them a hundred years to see through whether the Borjijin family is blessed by immortality. It has never been important what they think. What is important is that the herdsmen on the grassland only recognize the Jin family.
He Su Yao Letu sighed. He was not willing to push Meng Brother Timur too much at this time. Besides, killing him would not solve the problem. Not only would it trigger a civil war, but more importantly, there would be no more Meng Brother Timur.
, then it’s his turn to take the lead.
If he were twenty years younger, he might still have this ambition, but he is already too old and will return to the embrace of Changshengtian at any time. And his six sons are all brave and smart, but they do not have deep enough wisdom.
Instead of doing this, it is better to let the fierce brother Timur give it a try first. The worst thing is that he will eventually lead the tribe to escape from Oara. With the strength of Dulbert's tribe, Ming Dynasty will definitely be willing to accept it.
He couldn't help but think of the rich gifts he received from Hongji's tribe when he celebrated his birthday last year, as well as the letter stamped with the seal of the Ming Dynasty Crown Prince. This was the tribe's future.
Half an hour later, the Wala nobles finally left the golden tent, got on their horses with the help of slaves, took the perfectly heated beef jerky, chewed it carefully, and then dispersed.
Meng brother Timur, who was still sitting in the golden tent and sitting on the throne, twitched his buttocks a few times irritably, as if it was really hot. He couldn't help but think that Ye Sudieer, who was stabbed through the chest by his own hands, would normally
Are you feeling so restless here too?
Back then, he was the one who stood below and made the people on the seats uncomfortable, but now it's like reincarnation.
"Go and deliver all the gifts you have prepared."
Meng brother Timur closed his eyes in pain. He couldn't bear to give the treasures he finally robbed to these people with evil intentions!
