Chapter 5 King Chi Mu

In the center of the dense tent group of the Riana River, there is a large and most luxurious tent. Two glued birch poles support the skeleton of the tent, several layers of thick and tough cooked cowhide are attached to the skeleton, plus a layer of lamb skin for thermal insulation, so although this tent is larger than the tent of ordinary herdsmen Much warmer. The wall of the tent is painted with complicated barbarian patterns, which is mysterious and condensed, while the top of the tent is a wolf head, with eagle wings behind him, holding a sword in both hands, and a ferocious face! But such a fierce god and demon is the Tengri god worshipped in the heart of the barbarians.

At this time, the tent was full of people, lined up according to the noble status, and the throne covered with wolf skin in the front sat the great Chinasi king Bo Ri Tie Chi Na Si. General Alatan stood beside him with a dragon tongue bow on his back. His bright lock armor shone under the firelight in the tent. His gloomy eyes swept over the nobles of the major Khan kings in turn. No one dared to look at him with his sharp eyes like an eagle...

It is said that the barbarians all know the powerful arrows of Alatancang and his hamnor horse. Although there are not many paladins, everyone is a divine archer. Three hundred steps away from the arrow and pulling the bow can still hit the target even if there is wind. Everyone said that Chi Nasi's two sharp knives were vigorous horses and ferns, but they would rather be enemies than fight against ferns than ferns, because they provoked ferns. Before they saw each other, hundreds of arrows had shot you into a blood sieve...

Standing on the left hand side of the king is Zairehua · Wutu bone, and his red wolf teeth. His green eyes drooped slightly. Because of lack of sleep, his slightly swollen eyes seemed to be closed, but through the gap between his eyelids, he could see a thin green light flashing, sharp and sharp. His tall body stood there like an iron tower, with a powerful hand pressed on the wolf blade and remained motionless. Quiet is like an eternal mountain, but it is like a momentum like a frenzy, which will pour down at any time and drown everyone.

The nobles under the seat rarely kept silent, and even several deranged sweat kings sat quietly. The tent was quiet and terrible, and the burning fire in the center made a crackling sound. The nobles thought that the king had summoned them to celebrate Chinas's triumphal victory, but the king did not smile on his face and was quite gloomy. The sheep's blood sprinkled on his body during the ceremony was just wiped, and his body was still a strong smell of blood, which made the king more and more terrible and violent.

Quiet as death.

Only the oldest shaman sat silently in the corner and sucked his nose, carrying a sheepskin wine bag in his arms and leaned against the wall of the tent, as if the atmosphere in the tent had nothing to do with him.

In fact, the great shaman has such a careless attitude every time the nobles meet, although his status in the hearts of the barbarian people is second only to the king, because the big shaman directly represents the decree of Tengri and is the spiritual leader of the barbarian people. When he first inherited the status of the previous shaman decades ago, several tribal kings came to visit him one after another, and piles of golden treasures were sent to the big shaman tent, intending to rely on the big shaman to fight for more rights for his tribe. But the big shaman is lazy and flashing every time, neither helping nor helping, but after the person who pleases him leaves, he orders to scatter these treasures to the poor herdsmen, and he has never left a single cent.

At first, several sweat kings thought that their gifts were not valuable enough, but after three or five times, they also lost their patience and let this crazy old man. However, the status of the big shaman in the barbarians is still detached. Another important reason is that the big shaman is a student of the previous generation of big shamans, and the last generation of big shaman is planning to establish a vigorous horse and predict the great victory of Zhuogridu Chinasin's expedition. Before his death, the previous generation of the great shaman held the hand of the young shaman and said, "You are the most outstanding of all my students!" Such a sentence made this old man more and more respected in the hearts of the barbarians.

The king wore a big hive and leaned against the throne. **'s chest was undulating, looking a little tired, and his amber eyes stared at the burning fire in the middle of the tent. He didn't say anything, so the nobles below did not dare to speak easily. They know that Bo Rite Chinasi is not a soft-hearted king, especially for those revering nobles. He adheres to iron-blooded means, so there has been no large-scale war in the grassland over the years. If you have to say it, it is that more than 20 years ago, he ordered a long-distance attack thousands of miles to kill the Gaza tribe that did not recognize his dominance and behead hundreds of thousands of people. This battle directly destroyed the Gaza tribe and also killed the courage of other tribes!

A slave knelt down and walked to the fire and added some dry cow dung to it. The fire burned more happily, but the temperature in the tent was lower. The king looked at the burning flame, sighed in a low voice, and finally said, "Do you know why I came back two hours later than before?"

The nobles looked at each other and shook their heads to show that they knew nothing.

The king showed a cold smile on his old and dark face and said in a hoarse voice, "Because I met the cavalry of the Curryg tribe on the road... It took me two hours to fight with them with a vigorous riding vanguard. Didn't you find that King Uma Khan of the Curry Department didn't come?

The nobles under it were in an uproar and sighed. One by one, they stretched out their necks and stared at the front few sweat kings. Sure enough, there were only three sweat kings from the Azlan Department, the German and the Kuma Department. More than 20 years ago, the rebellion of the Lanmuzha Khan of the Gaza tribe had been destroyed. Did the Kurige tribe end up like this? If you provoke the king, no one can bear the end!

The shock in the hearts of several Khan kings was even more. What shocked them was not that Curry dared to intercept the king's cavalry. In fact, they all had this idea, and even the king of Erdun Ketu almost shot the lion's teeth. They were shocked by the fierce cavalry of Chi Nasi and Mengyang, and after a long-distance attack, they fought with the cavalry of Curry's army and returned with a great victory. The strength of Curry is not high in several major tribes, but the power of the cavalry should not be underestimated. On the contrary, they far underestimated Chi Naisi's heroic cavalry and the emperor of this group of cavalry.

"I have thought that I died in Mengyang with the warrior and died in a foreign country, even if ten thousand arrows pierce my heart, I will not regret it. Because I went to fight for my barbarian people, they silently prayed for us in my hometown in the far north... But I didn't expect that when I returned from victory, it was not a cheer, but a cold blade - it really chilled me. The king said in a low voice, and anyone could hear the faint anger in his voice. Is it that if I die, you should raise your own troops? You kill me, I kill you, I rob your woman, you rob my cattle and sheep... Even if this year's white wind can blow over the tents?"

The nobles below lowered their heads and dared not speak. No one dares to face the angry king head-on!

"I really want to kill you..." The king gritted his teeth and said hatefully, with the fists clenched by his hidden hands under his command, and the bones crackled. Why can't we unite? If we can gather all our cavalry, who else can stop our barbarian army? This time I have hit outside the imperial capital of Mengyang, just one step away! At that time, even if I was given 5,000 more cavalry, I could take the ecliptical city, but I looked around and there were no more warriors who could be mobilized! Do you know what that feels like? And you still count me in the rear, and I count you... You deserve to live in such a place!"

The king's hoarse, old and resentful voice echoed in the big tent, and then the big shaman's muttering voice - the old man actually fell asleep! And the frightened nobles still dared not speak.

"We barbarians don't have the same sophisticated weapons and armor as the South, no huge military expenses, no precise weapons, only powerful warriors! Why are southerners so afraid when facing us? It is because their warriors are not as good as us, and no matter how good the equipment is, they can't change this fact... But does it make sense for our brave warriors to spend their strength and blood on the war between tribes? The king roared in a low voice, "King Erdun Ketu Khan, where were you when I led my warriors to fight? Where is your lion tooth riding? Do you know that even if half of your cavalry is sent, we can completely defeat Mengyang? And you, King Bigrid Khan, where is your wind demon horse? Have all your cattle been used to pull carts?

The two sweat kings lowered their heads and did not dare to face the angry kings. They were speechless. The king was right. They all wanted to preserve their strength and only symbolically sent tens of thousands of slave warriors. The elite under their accounts did not go on an expedition. The biggest contribution of this southern expedition was the Chi Na Si Department, and the loss was also borne by Chi Na Si. Although the barbarians are powerful, it is an indisputable fact that the barbarians are not united. If it is traced back, it is still the consequences left by the Blue Sea Emperor Mengyang at that time. If the six barbarian cavalry can gather and 300,000 iron horses go south, even if the Mengyang Dynasty and the Fanyang Dynasty join hands, they can't resist.

"Fortunately, we won! I thought I was going to face Emperor Mengyang Shenluo, who defeated my father 30 years ago. Unfortunately, Emperor Shenluo died, and Mengyang was also a foreign and internal trouble. Only then could we get enough food and gold for the winter. Have you ever thought about the outcome if we were defeated? The white hairy wind has come down, and the grassland is full of two feet of snow. The strong wind can blow people to death, and if there is not enough cattle and sheep grass, they will starve to death! This summer's drought has killed countless cattle and sheep, and the autumn grass has not been beaten much. If it hadn't been snatched from Mengyang, at least half of the people would have died in winter in a few years. Have you ever thought about it? The king sat up straight and looked at the Khan nobles below, his face was frighteningly twisted.

"The nobles drink and eat meat and roast the fire in the tent. The herdsmen don't even have enough grass to feed the sheep, and even go outside to dig mice... Do you nobles know? Why are nobles made nobles? It is because there are countless poor herdsmen under you, and you are high above them. When they see you, they have to kneel down and salute. You are the nobles! For more than ten generations, which of our ancestors was not slaves? You Erdun Ketu, you Bi Lige, and you Tatam, which of your ancestors is not a sheep-herding dog? Now you have become a tribal khan king and a nobleman. Have you forgotten the old book?

I usually want you to read more books in the south. Although southerners are treacherous and cunning, their books are really good. There are many reasons in it, but what have you read? When did you read the books of kindness and tolerance, and when did you understand the books of the south!" The king's voice is not so cold, but on the contrary, he is a little tired, as if he is very tired and tired from the heart.

"The grain, gold, satin, and various utensils brought back from the south this time are divided into five parts according to the number of people. As for the Curry tribe, which dares to block the southern expedition and violate the rules set by their ancestors, there is no need to be kind. The tribal king watched it up, and the herdsmen temporarily received it under the account of Chi Nasi and will be determined at the beginning of next spring. If it's settled like this, you don't have to compete with me. I know it.

"Will the king not kill the herdsmen of the rebel tribe this time? Didn't you kill nearly 400,000 people in Gaza ten years ago? The king of Erdun Ketu Khan, who had been silent, finally opened his mouth. With a respectful smile on his face and a smooth voice, his dark eyes were still as cold as snow. If the king doesn't do it, as long as I give an order, I'm willing to be this villain and eliminate these rebel bals for the king!"

The temperature in the big tent suddenly dropped, and the cold words of King Erdun Ketu Khan passed through everyone's hearts like a cold wind. That year, the bloody wind that had settled in the long river of history was suddenly stirred up... No one dared to mention what happened at that time in front of the king, because there were too many facts that happened that year. The year when the Gaza Department was destroyed, followed by a torrential rain and flood, and then the king's eldest son, Mondurat Chinasi, was wolf. The group was bitten to death. At that time, it was rumored that the king had destroyed the whole Gaza tribe and provoked the anger of the Tengri god, so the god was furious and took away the king's eldest son...

The king's old face suddenly became ferocious, and his amber eyes glowed with fierce light, looking at the king of Erdun Ketu Khan with a fierce murderous intention. Alatancang next to him opened his slightly closed eyes, and suddenly the dragon tongue bow had slipped from his shoulder to the palm of his hand, and his right hand pulled out a sharp arrow from the quiver. And the wolf blade of Zaerhua has been half out of its sheath, and the cold light is compelling.

But King Erdun Ketu Khan still smiled, as if he didn't notice the tense situation. Other nobles turned over and knelt down to beg the king to calm his anger.

"It seems that the king is worried about Tengri God taking away another son... Mondurathu Chinas died too early, but you only have one son left... Ha ha! If you die again, there will be nothing... No one can inherit the position of king, right?" Erdun Ketu Khan continued to say that his tone became smoother and smoother, and the sarcasm and contempt in his voice became clearer and clearer.

There seemed to be a dam in the tent that was about to collapse, and it could no longer stop the rolling and angry waves. They wanted to overturn the whole tent in the king's anger. The nobles knelt on the ground in horror, their foreheads against the ground, and dared not look up at the king. King Bige Khan on the side quietly pulled the sleeve of King Erdun Ketu Khan, asking him not to talk any more.

The king's chest is undulating violently, as if anger is spewing out of it. He is accumulating anger and resentment. He wants to roar out loudly, and his thick neck is full of terrible blood vessels. But suddenly, like a punctured balloon, the whole person suddenly paused, as if he had lost all his strength, and the fierce light of his eyes became weak.

The roar that should have been roared was just a low "roll!" in the throat.

King Erdun Ketu Khan got up with a smile and bowed, and slowly retreated out. Seeing this, other nobles also saluted and withdrew from the big account. At this time, they were eager to stay away from the angry king...

The people were gone, and the tent became empty in an instant. The cold wind poured in from the unclosed leather curtain. The burning fire was extinguished, and the temperature really dropped. The king sat on the throne and couldn't help trembling. He pulled his strong command like a dying old man, which made people sigh.

Alatancang silently removed a thick wolfskin from the wall behind him and put it on the king's body, and said in a low voice to the slave in the corner, "Rise the fire..."

"No!" The king said weakly, with a heartbreaking fatigue and a kind of heroic loneliness. His body slipped along the throne, leaned his head against the back of the throne, and his eyes were tightly closed. From the long journey from Mengyang, he was physically and mentally exhausted, coupled with the injury of his left arm, the pain was uncontrollably...

Zerhua suddenly put the wolf blade into the sheath, and the knife and scabbard collided loudly in the dark, and the sound was sonorous and powerful...

At this time, an angry voice sounded from the corner of the tent: "Buri Post, I thought you would also destroy the whole Kulig family this time... You killed the Lanmuzabu Khan King who supported you at that time and destroyed the whole Gaza tribe. If you continue to kill again this time, how many tribes will the whole barbarian tribe support you?" The big shaman, who has always been indispentant to tribal politicians, said such words for the first time. In the silent tent, his voice was hoarse and low, like a dying wolf. I'm almost 70 years old, and you're old. We won't live long. If you have anything, just say it directly. Take care of yourself!"

The old man got up tremblingly, lifted the tent wall and went out, and the big tent fell into the depressing silence again...