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#905 pottery pit

Everyone has only one idea now.

The answer is no longer important.

They just wanted to strangle Tao Shaozhang to death.

Tao Shaozhang sighed. It could be seen that he disliked himself a little.

Fortunately, Fu San was able to handle a few sarcastic remarks, so he called a group of veterans and got together to start research.

"How do you pronounce it?"

"Tirika."

"Three words?"

"Yes, it must be, what can I say?"

"Isn't it tough?"

"What do you mean by running..."

"How to say Chai..."

A group of people whispered to each other and began to exchange jokes about their lack. After writing for a long time, they finally selected Fu San as the representative.

The third brother shouted: "Tielika are @#¥@ wall-cutting, @!#¥*?"

Not to mention, Liang Thief actually understood Third Brother's casual remarks.

Ranger: “#¥@*&@!”

Chu Qing quickly asked: "What did they say?"

Third brother: "I don't know."

Chu Qing: "..."

Fu San can handle a few sentences, but the problem is that he can't understand them.

In fact, many of the old soldiers are good at making sarcastic remarks. It’s not that they are not proficient, but there are dialects on the prairie. Many tribes have different dialects. And when the wolf-catching army came out of seclusion, Chu Wensheng knew many dialects.

, I will also take my “translator” with me when I leave customs.

This time Chu Qing went to the grassland to make trouble for the Golden Wolf King Khan's birthday, so he was in a hurry and did not ask for talents in related fields from the Sixth Battalion of the Border Army.

"Except for the woman and the child, kill everyone else. The thieves will come after them and run away soon."

As soon as Lin Kui finished speaking, everyone raised their long bows.

Chu Qing didn't have any objections. Seeing that the old soldiers were about to fire arrows, the woman in the middle shouted: "Chang people's Han dialect, I, I know it, I can understand it."

Everyone frowned. How could this be possible for a prairie woman who spoke Chinese so fluently?

Chu Qing patted his well-traveled forehead again: "I understand, you are a princess, right? A fugitive princess, a princess who resists the tyranny of the Golden Wolf King of the Prairie?"

The woman wearing a veil couldn't see her face clearly, but I guess the expression on her face at this moment must be confusion.

The woman screamed at the rangers around her who were preparing to fight to the death, and then looked at Chu Qing again.

"Let us go. We will draw the blueprints of the noble tribes on the north side of the grassland. You Chang people, kill them and attack them secretly."

Chu Qing shouted: "Let your people put down their weapons first."

The ranger next to the woman chattered a lot.

"Orhan said that the scimitar is their symbol of honor, unless they step on his body..."

Before he finished speaking, the third brother shot out an arrow, and a ranger named Orhan fell down beside the woman.

Then, all the rangers put down their scimitars, and they were very... timid, which was quite surprising.

"We are not enemies, we can be friends."

Lin Ku spat on the ground: "Who is your friend?"

With a wave of his hand, the old soldiers walked over with long knives. When they saw that these rangers were really like fish belly waiting to be slaughtered, they took out the ropes and tied everyone tightly.

The woman's veil was also taken off. She was about thirty years old. Although she was not that stunningly beautiful, she still had extraordinary appearance. Many old soldiers took a second look at her. It was rare to see such fair-skinned and beautiful women on the grassland.

The woman with a fish mouth.

"It's not a good place to stay for a long time. Leave first."

Lin Kui gave the order, and the old soldiers carried the tied up rangers who looked like Julia onto the back of the horse, then quickly got on the horse and left.

After all, there were more than 3,000 cold thieves stabbing each other more than 20 miles away, so this was not the place to ask questions.

Xiao Yi and the prairie woman were riding together, and Chu Qing shouted to Xiao Yi to ask for some useful information.

Xiao Yi is also an old frontier soldier, so he naturally knows how to do it.

Holding the woman in his arms to stabilize his body, Xiao Yi asked coldly: "Sister, are you married?"

Tong Gui, who was standing next to her, yelled: "Why don't you ask her something useful? How old is she this year?"

Xiao Yi: "How old are you?"

The woman swallowed nervously.

After galloping for more than half an hour, until the sun rose, everyone stopped and found a high place. After making sure that there were no pursuers, they all dismounted and the scouting horses dispersed to be on guard.

Xiao Yi was quite a gentleman and helped the woman down gently.

Chu Qing, Lin Kui and others came over, and the former asked: "Did you find anything useful?"

"I asked, my name is Muhua, I have been married twice, and I am thirty-one this year."

Chu Qing: "..."

Mu Hua saw that Chu Qing seemed to be the leader, and said again: "Let us go, and I can draw a map of the noble tribes on the north side of the grassland."

Lin Wu frowned: "Who are you?"

Mu Hua didn't speak, just looked at Chu Qing.

Chu Qing crossed his arms: "It doesn't need to be said, I know that you are a princess, right?"

Mu Hua raised her eyebrows: "Princess?"

"Don't try to lie in front of me, the famous detective of Dachang." Chu Qing showed a half-smiling expression: "You must be a princess, a princess who can lead the people to resist tyranny, right?"

Mu Hua finally understood what Chu Qing meant and rolled up her sleeves, revealing a wolf tooth-like tattoo on her forearm.

"Cross stitch?"

Lin Rui couldn't laugh or cry: "On the southeast side of the grassland, people from the Tatamu tribe, and women who marry into the Tatamu tribe, will have this mark on their arms, which means they will be Tatamu women all their lives. The Tatamu tribe is not big.

Five or six thousand people are not noble tribes and have nothing to do with the Golden Wolf King's tent. No wonder they can speak Chinese. Tatamu trades with the caravans in the pass, and many tribesmen can speak Chinese."

"Uh..." Chu Qing was a little embarrassed, and then suddenly patted his knowledgeable forehead again, turned around and pointed at the bewildered child next to Tong Gui: "Then he is the prince, yes, he must be the prince, the leader

Prairie people, princes who resist tyranny!"

Mu Hua seemed to be sighing: "Miha Khan is my baby."

"Your baby?"

Chu Qing, who didn't guess right once, still didn't give up: "Then why do these rangers want to protect you mother and son?"

"They are not protecting me, they are protecting Iron Eagle's woman."

"War Eagle?" Lin Hu looked shocked: "The Fourth Prince of the Prairie?!"

"Yes, Changren, we can be friends."

Muhua said with a very serious expression: "My man, my favorite man, War Eagle, Allevi, will bring a happy life to the herdsmen. He does not want to fight with you Chang people anymore. Countless tribes on the grassland will

Following him loyally, his father, the cruel Khan, knew that he had contacted other tribes to kill him, so he ran away, but he would not keep running away. There are countless tribes on the grassland,

Follow him and work with him to overthrow the tyranny of the Han Dynasty..."

Chu Qing suddenly waved his fist: "As expected, I guessed it right, hahahaha, let's just say that, I have no plans left."

Lin Shi was also excited: "Where is the fourth prince?"

Muhua pointed to the distance and shed tears: "Died in battle."

Lin Kui was dumbfounded: "Dead...?"

Mu Hua pointed at Tao Shaozhang who was watching the fun: "He used a bow and arrow to kill my lover, War Eagle, and the fourth prince."

Tao Shaozhang: "I..."

Chu Qing couldn't help it anymore: "mlgb, beat him!"

"Slow down, slow down!"

When Tao Shaozhang saw Fu Sandu starting to roll up his sleeves, he quickly shouted: "Although the fourth prince is dead, your son, yes, your son is still alive. He will definitely take over his father's mantle."

Muhua looked at the big boy in the distance, lowered her head and murmured: "He is not the son of the fourth prince, but the son of me and the little chief Tatamu."

"Oh." Tao Shaozhang squatted on the ground obediently, hugged his head, and before being beaten, he did not forget to look at Mu Hua: "Humph, you are a watery man!"


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