"Old chief!"

The hunched old man pointed a little as everyone called him. When he walked through the bonfire, the short clothes spliced ​​with coarse cloth and animal skins, he could see his flat chest slightly undulating. The Qiang language they spoke sounded extremely difficult to understand to outsiders, but in this thatched hut, it was very natural.

"... I heard from the tribe that you all came to Cheriji from various tribes to discuss things, come and have a look..." The old chieftain leaned against the walls of adobe thatch, looked at everyone, revealing yellow to brown teeth, "... Not long ago, I heard some rumors on the grassland from the Han vendors. I just heard you talking about Ma Chao, so I came in to remind you that the Han people were cunning, and there was more than one Ma Chao. The Xianbei on the grassland was also very powerful, but they were almost wiped out by the White Wolf King."

The turbid eyes swept over them and finally landed on Torigi, who sat inside with a thick grass with animal skin pads. "The burn is already given to you, but I still have to remind you to be careful when fighting with the Han people."

Cherigi put down his knife and smiled at the other small chiefs: "The old chief is worried about us." Then, he turned his face and looked forward, leaning forward a little, stretching his bulging muscles, revealing his white teeth: "...The Han people say that if you suffer a loss, you must learn to be smarter. Cherigi will not learn from the Eastern Qiang, and let the Han people destroy all their tribes. The White Wolf King on the grassland can only gallop on the grassland. If he dares to come to this foothill, he will only be our prey."

"I'm old. If you hand it over to you, you still have to learn from the Chinese people and think about it more clearly."

"I have already figured it out. I, Qiang people, can no longer be kept by others like sheep. If Beigong Boyu could fight Liangzhou and show the momentum of the northwest, why should we live in the mountains? First, there were Dong Zhuo, then Han Sui and Ma Teng. Only when we had to fight would we remember us. There was no war and there was a shortage of food. Going into the mountains to destroy our tribe and seek credit from their court. This is to treat our cattle and sheep, and we will slaughter us if we are fat!"

The old man sighed: "...Liangzhou can only support so many people. With more people, we have no food to eat ourselves and we have a lot of war with each other."

"That's our own business, we need the Han people to intervene?" A drop of sheep oil fell into the bonfire, and the flames rushed up. Yaohong Cheriji's face, and he slapped his knees: "This mountain belongs to us Qiang people, why do we have to look at the face of the Han people?"

After this sentence, the chiefs in the house whispered and said something, and some people agreed: "The Chief General Cheriji is right. Before the Han people conquered Hexi, the Qiang people had already lived here. Once they came, they built cities here and moved Han people. As our territory shrank day by day, we could only live on the mountain."

"That's right! Now there is an internal strife in the Han Dynasty. A few days ago, I heard that Han Sui from Jincheng was killed by Ma Teng. Looking at them having such a large territory, they just know that internal strife. Now Liangzhou has lost a great enemy, and it should be when we take it back." A voice spoke.

"The Han people are too busy now, so they simply let the Chief General Cheriji be called the King of Qiang, unite the rest of the scattered tribes and regain the Liangzhou, which belongs to the Qiang people."

As you speak with each other, the one who finally made up his mind was no longer the old chieftain who was old, but the young chieftain who was sitting in the innermost, with a strong body and covered with scratches from wild beasts. Cherigi reached out to let them stop, "...Fight hard, we can't beat the Han people. Even if we gather all the warriors in the clan who are good at fighting, we can't fight with the Han soldiers... But this is the best opportunity, I Cherigi don't want to miss it."

"You have to think clearly." The old man spoke again.

"Old chief, I already understand it very well. The Qiang people can only dare to fight and kill, and dare to pour blood on this land, so that the Han people can understand our determination to take back Liangzhou!" The knife that cut the flesh slammed into the chopping board as the dining table, got up and walked over, patted the old man's thin shoulder, bent down and said softly in the other person's ear: "...and you are old and don't understand what we want!"

After a pause, Cheriji stood up and walked back: "If you can't face the Han people, you have to learn their plans. Now there are a group of troops outside the mountain that are in chaos in Liangzhou. No matter what the Han Dynasty reacts, they will come to wipe out. There are only 20,000 people on the other side, and the food and the source of troops is definitely not enough. Tonight I will send people to contact them, ask about the purpose, and then help them. At the same time, we also exchange weapons and armor from these people. Warriors in the armed tribe. Even if Ma Chao comes again, I, the Qiang people, are not afraid of him."

He pressed his palm against the chopping board, and his eyes swept across everyone: "This is called taking advantage of the situation!"

"Oh...then let's follow you."

The old chief looked at him for a while, then slowly stood up and walked out of the door with a wooden stick. At this time, a woman with a well-proportioned body, rough skin and wheat color came towards him. She met the old man and shouted softly: "Dad." Then she sent the other party out, then returned to the thatched hut and sat next to Cherigi.

"My father looks unhappy."

"He doesn't like me to start a war against the Han people." Cheriji looked at his wife who was cutting the whole sheep. In various tribes, there were some bad things in private. It was rumored that he could only become the chieftain if he married the daughter of the old chieftain. For Cheriji, who has always been brave, he has always been a knot in his heart. The chaos that suddenly appeared in Liangzhou is in many ways. He wants to prove that he is more capable than any chieftain.

His wife, Xiang Daminzhu, took a few pieces of mutton and sat back, "... Then clean up all the opposition."

A slutty voice sounded softly in the house, and the sky outside gradually darkened, and the cold light of the stars and moons was revealed among the clouds, shining on the lush forest below. In the blue and white colors, the outline of the northwest mountain stretched eastward, winding the roads between the foothills, the shadows of galloping horses galloped on the ground, and the flags planted in the wind have never hanged down in the wind.

The war reports carried were transmitted to Guanzhong and Guandong at the fastest speed through the official roads. The wolf smoke signal that had not been used for a long time was also lit on the beacon tower in the northwest. The huge smoke column was on the starry night, and the daytime warned the surroundings that were harsh, and then rushed straight to the entire shaking Han Dynasty nerves, causing everyone to get goosebumps.

The information was that he entered Yuzhou in early October. Xun Yu, who had already fallen asleep, jumped off the bed in shock, sat under the lights wearing a thin dress and looked at the first message of entering the city. With a expressionless face, his teeth were clenched, and his cheeks were bulging. Then more people received news of the invasion of the Qin people, the Yang family, the Chen family, the Du family... were stunned by the sudden thunder. Then the news came from them and crossed mountains and rivers, crossed rivers, and forests. Pedestrians were busy in the city, and spread to farther places.

Bang bang...

The sound of chariots and horse hooves came and went from the street from time to time. Passers-by avoided these fast horses and messengers. In the noisy and noisy sounds, some people took their sight from the second floor of a winery. The wide sleeves with blue edges brushed across the desk table, and the copper lord was raised between their slender fingers, and they drank boldly.

"...Next, it's Jia to do things." A smile appeared on the thin corner of his lips.
Chapter completed!