"You... you... you... rebelled! Rebelled!" Messenger Zaerlun trembled with anger, pointed at the Hairuo clan leader, and shouted angrily, "Hairuo, you should actually resist our Kusang clan, I
You must report it to King Ural Khan, and you can just wait for our 100,000 troops from the Kusang tribe, and then we will kill all of you until no one is left!" He thought for a moment, then changed his words, "Only one Zhako Muhong will be left.
Leave the clothes for King Khan to enjoy, and kill all the others! Leave no one behind!" He shouted angrily, and made a gesture of slashing with a knife.
Tatamu had a bad temper. When he heard this, he immediately stared and shouted: "Okay, then I'll kill you first!" After saying that, he pulled out the scimitar at his waist and charged towards the envoy Zarlun with murderous intent.
Zharlun was startled when he saw this, and backed away repeatedly, shouting in horror: "You...you dare to kill me! The two countries are at war, so I won't kill the envoy!"
Patriarch Hairuo suddenly said in a cold voice: "Tatamu, step back!"
"Patriarch!" Tatamu was furious and looked at Patriarch Hairuo with a look of dismay.
Hai Ruo shouted in a deep voice: "I asked you to step back, do you hear me?"
Tatamu was so aggrieved that he stomped his feet and put away his scimitar, stepped back and stared at Zaerlun, his eyes full of anger.
Hairuo stood up and walked to Zaerun, suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder. His hand seemed to be very heavy. As soon as he pressed it on Zaerun's shoulder, Zaerun seemed to be pressed by a huge stone, and his legs
As soon as he sang, he fell to his knees.
The head of the Hairuo tribe said with a gloomy face: "Zarlun, our Baima tribe loves peace and does not like war, but this does not mean that we are afraid of any enemies. The reason why we pay tribute to your Kusang tribe is because our ancestors lost
I gave it to you. Although your Kusang tribe has strong military strength, our Baima tribe will not be afraid of you. You go back and tell your King Ural Khan that we, the Baima tribe, are here waiting for his 100,000 troops."
Zaerlun raised his head and stared blankly at Hai Ruo, feeling as if he had met him for the first time. The Hai Ruo in front of him and the harmonious appearance of Pai Ruo before him actually made him feel fear in his heart.
"Did you hear what I said?" Patriarch Hairuo asked loudly.
Zaerun hurriedly said: "I heard it, I heard it, I will definitely do it!"
"Well, get lost!" Hairuo waved his sleeves and told him to leave. As if he had received an amnesty, Zaerlun hurriedly got up and stumbled towards the tent door, looking very embarrassed.
"Stop!" A cold shout came suddenly. Zaerlun suddenly stopped. His heart suddenly thought that Hairuo had changed his mind again. He turned around tremblingly, only to find that everyone was looking at the corner.
, the young man in green clothes and white hair who had been silent all this time was looking at him coldly.
"You called me? Aren't you deaf?" Zaerun realized that it was what this person said, and he was immediately very curious, and half of the fear in his heart was gone.
Li Qianmo took a sip from the wine glass and said calmly: "Chief Hairuo asked you to get out, not to leave. You naturally want to get out, not walk out."
"What did you say!" Zaerlun yelled angrily, "Who do you think you are, how dare you tell me to get out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qianmo suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, his eyes were extremely cold, everyone shuddered, and Zaerlun suddenly flew back, as if he had been hit by a cow, and fell to the ground with bones.
It rolled out like a rubber ball.
Li Qianmo showed such magical power. Everyone present was shocked. They looked at him dumbfounded and didn't know what to say. After a long time, Patriarch Hairuo seemed to have thought of something and waved to the others: "You guys should step aside first.
, I have something to tell Li Qianmo."
The elders roughly guessed the thoughts of Patriarch Hairuo and retreated one after another. The guards and Tatamu also retreated. Only Li Qianmo and Patriarch Hairuo were left in the camp.
Patriarch Hairuo walked to the table and sat looking at Li Qianmo. Before he spoke, Li Qianmo smiled and said, "The patriarch wants to ask me for help."
"That's true." Chief Hairuo bowed his hands in great respect and said, "Little friend Li, I guessed that you were not an ordinary person, but I didn't expect that you could actually use magic. As long as you are willing to save my people, I am willing to repay you at any cost.
"
Li Qianmo waved his hand and said calmly: "There is no need for repayment. I like the Baima clan very much and I should help you. However, before helping you, should you tell me the whole story?"
"Yes, this is what it should be." Seeing that he agreed to help him, Chief Hairuo was very happy and introduced, "There used to be dozens of nomads on our grassland, and they fought endlessly all year round. About three hundred years ago,
, the war has erupted to an unprecedented level. At that time, the Kusang tribe had a powerful leader named Temu Savil. This man was very powerful in fighting. He led his tribe to defeat various nomadic tribes and annexed them.
His power became more and more powerful. In the end, all the small tribes on the grassland were wiped out by him. The Kusang tribe became the largest tribe and occupied 60% of the land on the grassland. Our other nine tribes are relatively small.
It is a big clan, so in order not to be annexed by it, they united to deal with the Kusang clan."
Speaking of this, he seemed to have witnessed the situation back then, and couldn't help sighing, and continued: "However, the Kusang tribe is so powerful that even our nine tribes can't defeat him together, but we are not defeated. Both sides have been anxious.
, lasted for more than a year, and as time went by, the disadvantage of the coalition army became apparent. After all, the coalition army was an army merged by nine tribes. People's hearts were not unified. As time went by, they began to scheming and deceitful, and then in the battle with the Kusang tribe.
After losing three battles in a row, the leaders of each tribe realized that they were no longer a match for the Kusang tribe, so they requested peace talks. The Kusang tribe also accepted the peace talks. Finally, we signed a contract with the Kusang tribe, and each tribe will be separated every three years.
Everyone must pay tribute to the Kusang tribe once, each time with one thousand taels of gold, three thousand bolts of cloth, and three thousand cattle and sheep. Moreover, even the envoys who see them must kneel down and worship to show their submission."
Hearing this, Li Qianmo already roughly understood the situation. After lowering his head and pondering for a moment, he asked: "Chief, what did you originally plan to do when you fell out with the Kusang tribe this time?"
Hearing this, Chief Hairuo suddenly smiled in shame and said in a pensive voice: "Actually, I said we would wait for their 100,000-strong army, but that was just to show off. Our tribe only has 30,000 people, and our total strength is only a little over 10,000. Compared with them
If they fight, they are basically chasing an egg against a stone and seeking death. The only way is to leave here and hide in the Tiandang Mountains to the west. The terrain there is difficult, making it easy to hide, and it is not conducive to marching and fighting. They dare not go in."
Li Qianmo nodded and said, "That's a good idea, so why do you still ask me for help?"
"Alas..." the Hairuo clan sighed, "the method is good, but you don't know our plight. You have to know that the conditions in Dangshan were difficult that day and the terrain was too high. Let's not talk about whether the clansmen can adapt to the climate there.
, just the water source will give us a headache. The most important thing for us nomads is the water source. Only where there is a water source can we survive. This Lake Gar is a rare and good water source. We are really reluctant to leave here."
Li Qianmo thought about it and felt that what he said was very reasonable. Water sources are too important for mortals. On the desolate grasslands, water sources are scarce. It is so difficult to find a good water source. He looked at Hai Ruo, who had a bitter look on his face.
The patriarch, Li Qianmo, took a cup of highland barley wine and drank it, shook his head and sighed: "In troubled times, it is hard to escape. I thought this was a pure land on earth, but it was still involved in the king's war. That's all. Patriarch Hairuo, don't you?
Worry, I will help you."
"That's great." Patriarch Hairuo was very excited when he heard this and hurriedly wanted to give a big gift to Li Qianmo to thank him. Li Qianmo stretched out his hand to stop him and said solemnly, "Chief, you don't have to be like this. I promised you in advance that although I will
I’ll help you, but I can’t use magic.”
"Ah?" Patriarch Hairuo was extremely shocked when he heard this. He froze there at a loss. After a while, he asked urgently, "Why is this?"
Li Qianmo sighed: "My magic skills are low and I can only deal with some young people. I can't be of much use to them."
He said this, but he was thinking secretly in his heart: "If I use magic to deal with the Kusang tribe, how many mortals will die at my hands. I, Li Qianmo, really cannot bear such a heinous crime."
When Patriarch Hairuo heard this, he was extremely disappointed and said with a bitter face: "How can you help us without using magic?"
Li Qianmo smiled indifferently, stood up and said proudly: "There are many wonderful things in this world, and magic is just a trivial way. It is not worth mentioning. I will use the way of great wisdom to help you, and even if I am not here in the future, you can still resist foreign enemies."
Violation."
Hairuo was stunned when he heard this, and after a moment he suddenly said: "You want to teach us how to fight?"
"So be it." Li Qianmo nodded with a smile and said, "Actually, I don't know how to fight. However, fighting is actually fighting. It's just that there are too many people fighting. If there are too many people, there will be chaos. At this time, marching
Formation is particularly important. If the formation is not arranged well, 10,000 people can only exert the power of several thousand people. If the formation is well arranged, 10,000 people can exert the power of tens of thousands. What do you think I say?
Is that right, Patriarch Hairuo?"
"That's right!" Hai Ruo clapped his hands and shouted after hearing this, "That's it, so generals who are good at fighting are the best at arranging troops. Although Tatamu is brave, he just doesn't have a good mind and doesn't know how to organize troops.
, so he was defeated in all the previous conflicts with the Talma tribe."
Li Qianmo heard this and asked with a smile: "Clan chief, can you tell me how many troops the nobles have? The more detailed the better."
Chief Hairuo thought about it carefully and replied: "There are a total of 12,000 troops, including 3,000 cavalry and 1,000 archers."
"Oh..." Li Qianmo nodded, calculated with his fingers, suddenly turned to look at Patriarch Hairuo, and said with a smile, "Chief, with your twelve thousand troops, I can make him use 120,000.
The power of people.”
"What!" Patriarch Hairuo was shocked when he heard this. He stared at Li Qianmo with his mouth open and was stunned on the spot.