The Qiang people rarely fight in the spring. After a winter, all the livestock need to be well fed while the grass grows. Furthermore, now is the time when the herdsmen are out of business, and no one has extra rations to fight the war. However,
The Yellow Sheep Tribe broke this rule.
With the addition of Han merchants, the Huangyang tribe had a very comfortable life this spring. Ten babies were even born in the tribe, and they were all boys. After that bonfire party, many women became pregnant. This made
Riwo Buji was happy for several days. A prosperous population is what the Qiang tribe longs for most. The Qiang people want to live like the Han people, but unfortunately they cannot do so due to the bitter cold in the grassland.
With a large amount of food, Riwobuji personally led an army to attack the yak tribe. He originally planned to leave his third son, Kemuzhi, to guard the camp, but after thinking about it, he decided to leave his second son, Wala. This gave the clan elders
With a signal, the crowd outside Wala's tent was filled with excitement.
"Brother, my father asked me to tell you that you will be a pioneer tomorrow!"
Kemuzhi brought Rezhenbo to the camp commander of Lexen. Lexen's camp was very close to Wala's camp. Standing outside the tent, he could just see the excitement near Wala's camp opposite. All the respectable people in the tribe were
Went there, taking with them their best horses and their most beautiful girls. In the past, those people were regular visitors to Lexon's tent.
Ke Muzhi turned his head and took a look, then said: "Brother, let's go into the tent to talk? It's windy here."
"Humph!" Lexon snorted coldly, glared at Ke Muzhi fiercely, turned around and entered the tent.
The charcoal fire in the tent was burning brightly and was very warm. There were three or five empty wine jars scattered on the table. The air was filled with a strong smell of wine. It was obvious at a glance that after Lexin was driven out of the tent yesterday,
, has been drinking in his tent.
He grabbed the wine stall, shook it twice, and poured all the remaining wine into his mouth. Laxon looked disdainful: "My father thought of me during the war? Why didn't he let the second brother go? I stayed behind to look after the camp.
Same."
"This is my father's decision, and of course it has its own reasons."
"What's the truth? Is it because I'm not as brave as the second brother in fighting? Or am I not his biological son?"
"Brother!" Ke Muzhi didn't know how to comfort his elder brother. A long time ago, Laxen was a warrior of the Yellow Sheep Tribe. At that time, everyone thought that when Wobuji gets old in the future, Laxen will definitely be his successor. However,
, the wind direction has changed recently, and many elders in the clan have turned to support Vala, which makes Lexon, who has always been the focus of attention, unbearable.
"Only by working together can we three brothers make our Yellow Sheep tribe strong. The eldest brother is a tribal warrior and should be more able to understand the difficulties of our lives. On the grassland, whoever has the biggest fist will always have the weight of his words. This time, as long as the eldest brother is brave,
Kill the enemy and come back with victory, and everything will change back to how it was before!"
"Hahaha!" Laxen laughed: "My silly brother! Haven't you seen that the second brother is more appreciated by my father than you and me? Go back and tell your father that I, Laxen, will always treat us as yellow sheep.
The tribe is our top priority, so we must destroy the yak tribe and chop off Namtso’s head!”
After saying that, Lexon went to look for wine again, but unfortunately the remaining stalls were empty: "Here, bring another jar of wine!"
Kemuzhi didn't stop him, shook his head and walked out of Lexon's tent. The Wala camp opposite was even more lively, with almost the entire tribe there. Wala's face was red, and he kept joking with the people around him, attracting everyone around him.
He laughed loudly, and the sound spread far away, lingering in the sky above the Yellow Sheep tribe.
Zhen Zhenbo lowered his head and said nothing, walking behind Ke Muzhi. No one paid attention to the two of them, and no one called them over to join in the fun, as if they didn't exist.
"You think it's okay for my second brother to get carried away like this?" Ke Muzhi suddenly stopped and asked Zhenbo.
Zhen Zhenbo shook his head. Ke Muzhi asked puzzledly: "Then why is the second brother doing this? With his intelligence, can't he see that doing this will make his father unhappy?"
Zhen Zhenbo still shook his head, saying that he didn't know.
Finally, it was time for the army to set out. This time, Riwobuji was really angry and transferred almost half of the men of the Yellow Sheep tribe. The Qiang people who are both animal husbandry and soldiers are soldiers when they mount their horses, and herdsmen when they dismount. Yellow sheep
There are more than 3,000 men in the tribe, and Riwobujie has brought 1,500 men. Such a large team is the most powerful army for any Qiang tribe.
As a pioneer, Lexen set off early with his people. Outside the camp now, there are only the brigade led by the father and son Riwobuji and Kemuzhi. Thousands of war horses are bustling, raising the noisy dust of the grassland in the early morning. The high priest
Dancing vigorously in the square is a ritual, a ritual to communicate with the White Stone God. Only with the approval of the White Stone God can the war be won. Riwo Buji led the people in the tribe to kneel around them in an orderly manner, forming a
huge circle.
"Ah! Dear White Stone God, your servant begs you to send down your guidance and lead our brave warriors to victory!..."
Suddenly, the high priest fell to the ground as if he had a stroke. After a long time, he slowly sat up and gasped for air. With the help of the two priests, the high priest came to Riwobuji and just put one hand on the ground.
Riwo Buji raised his head and said with great energy: "The instructions of the White Stone God are very clear. We, the Yellow Sheep Tribe, are the final winners!"
"Okay...!" The crowd cheered instantly. The tension and depression just now were exhaled from their chests and abdomen, and everyone's faces were replaced with smiles.
"Father, the child will definitely guard our camp and wait for his father's triumphant return!" Vala held a glass of kumiss. The white drink was mixed with the smell of the horse, which was very pungent.
Riwo Buji nodded, took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. He got on his horse and waved his hand. A scene of thousands of horses galloping appeared on the grassland.
The old fox saw clearly, got up and ran down the earthbag. Su Kai was lying on the ground under the earthbag, and the two horses beside him were grazing leisurely.
The old fox slapped Su Kai on the back: "There is absolutely no problem this time. The Yellow Sheep tribe came out in full force. The old man Riwo Buji personally led the team. Namtso is going to have a drink."
Su Kai watched the eagle soaring in the sky, holding a piece of grass in the corner of his mouth, feeling comfortable and leisurely. It was as if the old fox's words were not meant for him.
"Hey! Tell me, if this fight breaks out, will our mission be completed? After completing the mission, can we go back to Yuanshan?" Following Su Kai's example, the old fox lay beside Su Kai and gently
He sighed softly: "Not to mention, these past half months have been the happiest time I have ever had. If I really leave, I will miss the grassland."
"Robbing whoever you want, that's what a robber should do. Although there are tens of thousands of us living in Wonsan, sneaking around all day long, it's really frustrating and uncomfortable. If my old man dies in the future, he can become a god in the sky.
The eagle must fly to the grassland."
Su Kai didn't speak, just lying there quietly, not knowing what he was thinking. The old fox talked for a long time, felt bored, stood up, patted his butt, and kicked Su Kai: "It's really hard to talk to you, a boring gourd."
It’s boring, let’s go, we still have things to do!”
Namtso did not return to his tribe. He robbed the Han caravan and deceived Lexon. He guessed that Riwobuji would never let it go. As a shrewd man, he would not bring disaster to his tribe.
Lao Wang and his people are doing business in the camp of the Horse Tribe. In Lao Wang's eyes, every time a horse is exchanged, it is a hundredfold profit. As for who he does business with most and where he does business, there is no difference. He originally
I have no plans to go to Eagle Lake. As a smart businessman, I will not go to a market where others have already occupied the majority of the market share.
Namco came over with a smile: "Mr. Wang, am I right? Trading here is definitely better than Eagle Lake. That old boy in Riwobuji not only restricts our transactions, but also collects your taxes. In this way,
Your profits will be much less."
Lao Wang chuckled and quickly handed over his hand: "The leader is right, I will come here again next time!"
"That's good! Mr. Wang can rest assured that as long as I am here, you will definitely get the maximum profit!"
The two were chatting just fine, and suddenly someone said something in Namco's ear, and Namco left with a smile. The shrewd old Wang still saw some clues from Namco's stunned expression. Waiting for Namco to go away, he turned around
The man grabbed him and ordered: "Go to the village owner immediately and ask him to be prepared. We may have to leave at any time!"
The waiter didn't hesitate and turned around to find Ma Sanpao.
When the vanguard led by Lexson arrived at the Horse Tribe, the Horse Tribe was already ready. The alliance of the three tribes far exceeded the Yellow Sheep Tribe in terms of numbers. Namtso was confident, riding a big horse, and smiled at Laike.
Sendao: "My nephew is here again, but he has already convinced your stubborn father? In that case, I will send the Han caravan to Eagle Lake immediately!"
"Bah! You shameful liar!" Laxen saw Namu and his teeth were itching with hatred: "The caravan that was hijacked was still talking sweet words. Today I am here to let you remember what will happen if you dare to be an enemy of our Yellow Sheep tribe.
s consequence."
The leader of the Horse Tribe chuckled: "Boy, you don't even look at the formation, you are so arrogant, don't say it's you, even if the day comes, we won't be afraid!"
"Woo..." The dull horn horn suddenly sounded. Three long and two short were the signal to withdraw troops. On the high slope in the distance, a large group of cavalry lined up in a long line. The huge sheep head belonged to the Yellow Sheep tribe.
mark.
Although Lexon was unwilling at all costs, he still turned his horse and prepared to withdraw. The jeers behind him made Laxson angry and wanted to kill him now. However, this was a battlefield, and in front of his father, he did not have the guts to act recklessly.
"Boy, where are you going!" shouted, followed by a long arrow suddenly flying out from behind Namtso. No one noticed the sudden change. The long arrow hit Lexon's back, a huge
Inertia puts the Vexonshot on horseback.
"Kill...!" Earth-shattering shouts rang out, and the cavalry of the Alliance tribe rushed towards Lexon's vanguard with strange screams. (To be continued)