Chapter 173 The incredibly stupid heads of the three clans
Why is Kai Lun here?
Ling Yunsheng discussed it with several caravan leaders, but they had no clue.
In the end, they could only judge that the Xiliang people in front were not from the Kailun tribe.
Looking back at the long caravan, Ling Yunsheng frowned silently.
Tribes with some strength on the grassland usually occupy vast territories.
Although the guards found herders suspected of being from the Kailun tribe more than two hundred miles ahead, it did not mean that the other tribe was at that location.
There is no telling whether the enemy's base camp could be anywhere within a radius of more than 400 miles.
"Sir," the old guide blushed, "the wind here is not dry and hot. Maybe my calculations were wrong. This place should be far away from the Desert of No Return."
He suggested: "How about we go further north and find a way to bypass the tribe in front?"
Ling Yunsheng shook his head decisively.
Ling Mo has been a guide all his life, so it is unlikely that he will make a mistake.
Moreover, the caravan carries many vehicles and livestock. If you really go near the Desert of No Return, drinking water will be a big problem. In the end, I am afraid that the gain will outweigh the loss.
well.
He let out a long sigh: "It's probably not a large tribe that can come and settle here. We will go directly to the east and pay homage first and then attack."
The caravan has more than 400 guards and more than a thousand slaves driving the car, so it will not be a vegetarian if it gets violent.
The others murmured a few times with worried faces, it was best to do this.
The caravan soon divided into two sections. Ling Yunsheng and a group of strong men were exploring the way ahead.
The wheels rolled and followed them about twenty miles behind, heading east.
The guards had already grasped their swords, and the unarmed slaves were also rushing to make weapons on the roadside in case of any eventuality.
The large caravan was not moving slowly, but it deliberately slowed down at this time. It took more than two days to travel two hundred miles.
In the evening of the third day, Ling Yunsheng was about to tell the team to find a place to rest.
"Master, look," suddenly a guard exclaimed, "Xiliang people!"
Ling Yunsheng suddenly looked up.
There were more than a dozen horses standing side by side on the small high ground in front, with a burly Xiliang man sitting on each horse.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Although these people carried bows on their backs and carried knives at their waists, they had no intention of taking them off. The most important thing was that the surrounding terrain was open and there was no one else around as far as they could see.
drive!
Several caravan leaders looked at each other, shouted in unison, and rode forward in unison.
Looking closer, Ling Yunsheng felt even more relieved.
"Alan, it turns out it's really you." He jumped off the horse and asked, "Do you still recognize me?"
"Of course." Allen was overjoyed. He quickly got off his horse and came up to hug her with a cheerful face.
"The famous Ling family caravan in Sulan County, which tribe in Xiliang doesn't recognize it? Besides, our Kailun caravan is often taken care of by you every time we come to Sulan City. Although I don't say thank you for your kindness, we can't forget it.
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He turned around and introduced to the people behind him: "Sir, this is Ling Yunsheng, the young business leader of the Ling family's caravan."
Tiele smiled and stood up, cupping his hands and clasping his fists, "Ling Shang is the leader, I have admired your name for a long time."
Allen introduced him again: "Ling Shangshou, this is our eldest son, Tiele."
Since Ling Yunsheng went out to do business, he naturally had to remember some special or important people along the way, and his eyes suddenly brightened.
"It turns out that you are Mr. Tiele. When did you come back from Star City?"
Tiele was not surprised and said with a smile: "I have been back for a while."
The two parties laughed and chatted for a while.
Tiele raised his head and looked west.
As the sun sets, the vast grassland is ablaze with splendor. However, except for a few eagles circling in the sky, there is no one in sight.
The Ling family caravan has been missing for a long time.
"It's still early, where is your caravan?"
Ling Yunsheng and others looked at each other and couldn't help but hesitate.
Snap!
Tie Le knew their concerns, shook his head and stepped heavily on the grass under his feet.
"Don't worry. If we, like other Xiliang tribes, are ready to fall out with Yunzhui, there will be no need to appear in this desolate north."
"What on earth is going on?" Ling Yunsheng and others became energetic, and they were also curious about why the Kailun tribe appeared here.
"That's it." Allen quickly briefly explained what happened in Kailun in the past year.
These things have actually been spread for a long time.
It's just that the Ling family's caravan went too far to the west and no news was received for the time being.
Finally, he smiled bitterly and said: "It turns out that we, like you, have a family that is difficult to return to. We have to take our clan members to hide near this desert of no return."
Ling Yunsheng couldn't help but wink at the old guide.
It was not far from the Kai clan's new home, so they followed.
The horse team ran for less than half an hour and turned around a low hill.
Allen raised his riding crop and pointed forward, "We're home."
Ling Yunsheng raised his eyes subconsciously.
In the mountain den in front, there are hundreds of tents of various sizes and colors. Surrounding them are livestock pens one after another.
It looks no different than before.
However, compared with the tents that stretched as far as the eye could see in Kailun in the past, it has shrunk many times.
Bypassing the defensive thorn bushes, everyone slowly approached the tribe.
Ling Yunsheng was startled.
In the open space outside the tent, there were more than two hundred young people holding weapons and seriously lining up for training. Each of them looked solemn, sweating like rain, and the sound of killing was loud.
His eyes flashed.
Because the Kailun tribe is not far from the Yunchui border, caravans pass by it when they come and go, so Ling Yunsheng is not unfamiliar with this tribe.
In the past, the Kailun people did not like to dance with swords and guns, unless it was a tribal competition or a beautiful girl looking for marriage.
Although their tribesmen are accustomed to carrying bows and knives on their backs, it is just a tradition. Those knives and bows are more like accessories than weapons.
However, at this time, these weapons have completely changed their appearance. The weapons in the hands of the young men on the training ground are shining with cold light. They are no longer the accessories of the past but real murder weapons.
Tie Le noticed Ling Yunsheng's gaze and shook his head thoughtfully.
In recent years, he has been studying in Xingji City and has read many famous works by Yun Chuiren.
For example, if you are eager to fight, you will perish; if you forget to fight, you will be in danger.
However, Kailun's experience in the past two years has made Tiele understand a truth deeply.
If a race wants to survive, whether it is warlike or forgetful of war, it must have its own strength.
The people who fled the original Kailun with them in front of them were all tribesmen who were unwilling to fight.
But rather than saying that he escaped on his own, it would be better to say that he was chased all the way by other tribesmen.
Because I don't have my own strength, it's fine in peacetime, but once chaos breaks out, I'm destined to be chased and killed like a wild dog, and in the end I won't be able to return home.
Therefore, if you want long-lasting peace, you must have enough strength to protect yourself.
"Hello, young master."
"The master is back."
When the Kailun people saw them returning, they greeted Tiele respectfully.
Tie Le smiled and nodded, asking Allen to arrange a place for Ling Yunsheng and the others to live.
He turned around and said with a smile: "We have less than 8,000 tribesmen now, and we live in a remote place, so it is difficult to encounter caravans. If Lord Shang Ling doesn't mind, we can do some business."
Ling Yunsheng was looking at the gurgling stream between the tents and felt heartbroken. Hearing this, he quickly raised his head: "I wonder what kind of business this is?"
Tie Le however answered the question incorrectly, "Shang Ling must also know that my father used to be the third patriarch of the Kailun tribe."
"Of course... Ling knows that." Ling Yunsheng was puzzled by what he heard, so he could only console him dryly: "Master, please give me my condolences and stop by."
Tie Le smiled nonchalantly, "Then Ling Shang, I'm afraid he didn't know that many people in the tribe laughed at my father for being a big fool."
Ling Yunsheng was a little dumbfounded.
He really didn't know this, and even if he knew it, it wouldn't be appropriate to say it in front of the Son of Man.
Tiele did not intend to wait for his reply before continuing, "The reason why my father is called stupid is because he raised more than 3,000 horses."
Ling Yunsheng reacted immediately.
Because of the rules of the Prairie Royal Court, the herdsmen will forcefully buy the better horses as soon as they grow up, and the price is similar to that of the open horse. Therefore, raising horses is an absolute loss-making business.
Under such circumstances, the three clan leaders also raised three thousand horses, which was really stupid.
"The business we're talking about is these horses."