In Qixiaohu's village, just beside the stream where Zhang Zhao defeated Ge Du and others with one enemy and hundreds of enemies, a huge bonfire was lit, and pigs, cattle and sheep were sent over for free, from Tianfu Tower in Dunhuang.
The celebrity chef team invited was so tired that they were sweating profusely.
There are more than 100 women and children from Qixiaohu Village and more than 200 people brought from Gedu Village.
Qi Xiaohu made arrangements with a glowing face. He got the pardon order from the Guiyi Army Jiedu Yamen. Although he would still stay in this cottage in the future, Shouchang would no longer hold back their supplies of salt, cloth, etc. The cottage's
The output can also be sent to Shouchang for sale in an honest and fair manner, and life can go on.
Moreover, after the more than 200 people from Ge Du's village were filled in, the number of people in Dingkou of his village reached more than 450. Among them, the thorns from Ge Du will be taken to Khotan by Zhang Zhao.
The rest are relatively easy to manage.
At the same time, among the Ding Zhuang men around him, only Fan Quan and Fan Shun followed Zhang Zhao. Qi Xiaohu knew what Zhang Zhao meant and wanted him to assimilate these Dingkou who came down from the Qilian Mountains as soon as possible.
With these Dingkou, even in Shouchang, this is a big village.
Beside the bonfire, on a platform made of wooden boards and stones, Zhang Zhaochi was naked and holding a short knife in his hand.
Although it was already freezing cold in Dunhuang in October, Zhang Zhao didn't feel cold at all, and the surging emotions in his heart made his whole body feel warm.
A rooster with colorful feathers was brought up by Zhang Zhong. Zhang Zhao twisted the rooster's head to expose its neck, then tore off the down on the chicken's neck in two or two strokes, and then slashed it with a short knife, and the chicken blood spurted out.
Arriving at the prepared large earthenware wine bowl.
When the chicken blood spurted out, Fan Quan Fanshun came over holding a stack of yellow paper and a lump of cinnabar. Zhang Zhao first put the cinnabar into the chicken blood wine bowl and stirred it evenly, then lit the yellow paper and watched the ashes fall into the bowl.
After hitting the target, he raised the chicken blood and wine bowl high.
As Zhang Zhao raised the wine bowl, the 100 No. 7 men surrounding the wooden platform almost knelt down on one knee at the same time, because they all knew that Zhang Zhao's birthday and oath were written on the yellow paper that had just been burned.
"Brothers! Since the Anshi period, the world has been in chaos. The country is in ruins and the people are in dire straits, especially in Hexi!
Tubo Zanpu, prime minister, and Dongdai regard us as slaves like pigs and dogs, so my great-grandfather, Taibao Gong, first raised the flag of righteousness to save the people from the fire and water, and wanted to return to the Tang Dynasty!
But now, the Tang Dynasty is gone, and the world is even more chaotic. We, the heroes who are supposed to protect our country, have no way to serve the country, and can only do some mediocre things to survive.
But how can a man live like this for the rest of his life? Chasing people to the north, laying down millions of corpses, and drifting with blood, this is what a good man should do!
To the west of Shazhou and to the north of Khotan, Karakhan Saktu and Bugla turned their backs on the Buddha and their ancestors, persecuted the followers of the Buddha and the Great Father, and slavishly bowed to the black-clad Saman Kingdom. People and gods were outraged! I deeply hate him.
Of!
Fortunately, my uncle has been summoned by the Great Sage of the Khotan Kingdom, the Great Tomorrow, and he is willing to lead the warriors to punish the Geluolu, Tiele, Ogus and other tribes.
Victory, chasing him, seizing everything he has, seeing his closest relatives shed tears, riding his horse, and accepting his beautiful wife and daughter!
Do you dare to follow me?"
What do men love most? Or to be precise, what do men love most in this era? It must be making trouble!
In the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, it was normal for warriors to cause trouble and cause trouble. Temujin's words perfectly explained the greatest yearning of those who wielded force in this era.
The atmosphere below the stage was completely aroused. There were no good people who could be chosen by Zhang Zhao.
In Shazhou, they can only engage in extortion of herdsmen on the Qilian Mountains. Anyone who intercepts and kills small traders will be regarded as making a fortune.
But things are different now. Zhang Zhao is going to take them to make trouble on the territory of the Karakhan Dynasty. Compared with the merchants who make some hard money, the Karakhan palace and tents are as rich as heaven.
Although the risk is countless times greater, the benefits are also countless times greater!
Besides, they have seen Zhang Erlang's ability. With the golden armor given by the Taibao Gong to protect him, he is invulnerable and invincible!
What's even better is that Mr. Zhang Erlang also has a good brain. As a nobleman, he has connections everywhere. Following such a leader, it is difficult not to make a fortune!
"I am willing to go through fire and water with the school captain and make great achievements!" Everyone agreed with a roar.
"Okay! We are all good brothers! I, Zhang Zhao, am here to witness the gods and Buddhas all over the sky with my birth date and birth date! From today on, you and I are brothers, sharing the same clothes and food, sharing wealth and honor. If there is any lies, we will not be together.
Let’s kill each other!”
After speaking, Zhang Zhao came to Fanquan with a wine bowl. He put three fingers of his right hand into the wine bowl, and then smeared the mixture of strong wine, chicken blood, cinnabar, and yellow paper ash onto Fanquan's forehead!
Fanquan knelt down on one knee with a bang, then took out the short knife he was wearing and cut his right arm, and then wiped his own blood on Zhang Zhaochiguo's chest.
"Servant Panquan, pay homage to the lord!"
This is not an ordinary blood-based alliance, but a ceremony to close the tribe during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Of course, it changed a little in the Tang Dynasty, but the meaning is still there.
Similarly, the word "bu" is not a general way of identifying the lord, and the word "lord" cannot be used randomly. The typical example is Tian Heng's five hundred men in the early Han Dynasty. This kind of "bu" is more sophisticated than the soldiers of several dynasties in later generations.
, a relationship of life and death together.
If the lord dies in battle, the bubu will never survive alone. Even the bubu who are not with the lord will choose to commit suicide.
Even if the lord rebels and others don't follow, the tribe will definitely follow, because if he doesn't follow, after the lord is defeated, the people being rebelled will try their best to kill them.
After Fanquan came Fanshun, then Qiongreduojin, Dunzhu and others, and finally it was Bai Congxin's turn. He opened his arm without hesitation and smeared blood on Zhang Zhao's chest.
Of course, this was communicated in advance, because in the past month, Zhang Zhao showed them all the characteristics of a qualified leader, and at the same time, he also gave Bai Congxin and others a reasonable plan, a path that could transform him from a horse thief to a noble.
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"This is a song!" Cao Yanlu, who was placed in the distance, holding a bowl of wine, sighed with envy. The wine in the bowl suddenly lost its fragrance.
Even with his status as Cao Yanlu, he doesn't have a single song, and even his father, Cao Yuanzhong, doesn't have a song. Zhang Erlang has collected eleven songs today, and he's still the kind of warrior that everyone would be jealous of.
"Brother, how are you? Did Third Sister tell lies? How about this Erlangjun?"
Lady Cao Sanniang tried her best to hide the shock in her eyes, and then looked at Cao Yanlu. She did not expect that Zhang Zhao would gain such a reputation in the hearts of these people in just one month.
"That's what a real man should be like!" Cao Yanlu sighed without any pretense.
"Third Sister's vision is right. Mr. Zhang Erlang is indeed a hero. If such a man can come back from Khotan alive, Nineteenth Sister should marry him!"
"No! Dalang, we should agree with him on the engagement with Nineteenth Sister now!
Because if Zhang Erlang can come back alive, he will definitely come back with more elite troops. The Nineteenth Sister will be considered a high achiever by then, and maybe it won’t be our family’s turn.
And now, the Nineteenth Sister can still be said to be married off, because we have the vision!" A trace of loneliness flashed across Cao Sanniang's face, but she quickly covered it up.
"It's not impossible! But father...can father agree?" Cao Yanlu was a little moved.
Because if Zhang Zhao can come back, just like Mrs. Cao Sanniang said, then she will not be called a married girl, but probably called Gao Pan. If Zhang Erlang cannot come back, the engagement will of course be cancelled.
"Waiting for father? It will be too late after father has thought things over carefully. I am the eldest sister of the 19th sister, and you are the eldest brother. Let's take a gamble now. If we go back, we will probably get scolded by our father!"
Cao Yanlu looked straight at his eldest sister, and then nodded slowly.
This chapter has been completed!