Chapter 59: Changeable

Is Timur a little like his teacher? Although Timur is a Turk, Boyan still admires him. When Boyan learned of the demise of this empire, she was also disappointed, although there was no intersection between them. Boyan Monk is not a fool who only cares about the name of his blood, otherwise he would not have achieved today. In Boyan Monk's army, there are many different people and aliens. Previously, he was defeated and incorporated by Washi warriors, other tribesmen, Turks, Jumazan, and even a few Arabs from the Western Regions. As long as he is willing to put it into his account, he will accept it and treat it fairly. Just like now, among the many generals sitting in his gorgeous Khan camp, there are several leaders of other tribes.

The scout came in, knelt on one knee and said loudly, "See the respected sweat."

"Say it, what's the matter?" Boyan Monk said carelessly. He reached out and grabbed the glass and drank all the spirits inside.

"Dahan, I just received the news of the messengers of Hulu." Hulu is a general under the tent of Boyan Monk, and he is a strange man. He is not only good at archery, but also knows astronomy and meteorology. If he says it will rain, it will definitely rain. Just like Kong Ming, a celebrity in the Han people, he can know astronomy and geography.

This Hulu was originally a man of Wha, but later Wha was defeated and he became a prisoner. Bo Yan specially promoted him when he heard that he could predict the weather and weather changes. After ten years by his side, he has increasingly shown his value, and Bo Yan also attached great importance to it, so he gradually achieved his current position. It's news from Hulu. I don't know what's going on?

"Dahan, General Hulu has news that there will be a large-scale sandstorm when he enters the grassland. Not long ago, a very large-scale sandstorm occurred east of Wuliangha. General Hulu can be seen from the top of Baishan Mountain. It can be seen how big the sandstorm is.

"What!" Hearing this, Bo Yan immediately jumped up from the seat covered with wolf skin. The generals around were stunned, "What! Sandstorm!"

Bo Yan stood in the middle of the tent, and the people around her held their breath, and no one dared to speak too much to anger Khan at this time.

Boyan ignored the people around him, the generals, the slaves, and the scout who reported the news. They may know the reason why he is now.

"This is very unfavorable to the march! Yes, I can't take this risk and regard tens of thousands of cavalry as a child's play. A Khan can't be impatient, just like Genghis Khan. I can wait, just a few months, just in case. Boyan thought slowly, and his two legs full of strength were walking slowly, stepping on the gorgeous Persian carpet embroidered with gold lines without making a sound. The bonfires on both sides of the tent are still crackling, not these to the east. At this time, those who may dare to make a sound here, except for the occasional nasal gasp of Boyan, is this thoughtless flame. And the others stayed aside in a daze, staring at their supreme leader, and dared not make any movement.

There are rich food on the long table made of fine beech wood carving, gorgeous plates, porcelain around, fine patterns, and beautiful and complicated lines are also painted around the tent. The veil hung from the top of the tent, and the editor's complex shape. All this is not like what a nomad can produce, but what is created appears here, which seems to herald the authority of the leader of the nomad - the owner of this tent, which he has.

The bonfire reflects the food, and the cutlery shines dark red. The silk hanging from the golden curtain reflects a little red light, and this big tent is almost gorgeous. Originally, it should have been an almost extravagant place, but now it is indeed quiet. Even if a needle fell, there was no sound - because the pure wool Persian carpet on the ground and the gold tapestries hanging on the wall of the tent had absorbed all the sound.

No one dares to move the food on the table. Only under the unity of the host can they eat happily, even if many generals have already shouted.

Byan Monk stopped. His tightly wrinkled forehead suddenly loosened, as if at the same time, and the seemingly brave and even fierce momentum suddenly disappeared.

Bo Yan opened her mouth and said in a relaxed voice, "Well, I know. You go down. In addition, tell Hulu that I will go to see him when I have time~~~" Boyan said meaningfully. Waved his hand.

The scout immediately retreated knowingly.

At the scout leaving, Bo Yan turned around with a relaxed face. That's good. I can prepare more. I think so in my heart.

"Come on, my brothers. Let's start eating and drinking!" Bo Yan said, glanced at the food on the table with a smile on her face, and then easily walked to her wolfskin throne, picked up a large piece of roast mutton and bit it down.

The juice is flowing and delicious.

"Wait, there are fatter sheep waiting for us!"

In a few minutes, the grassland was still full of grass, and for a while it turned into a desert. The yellow sand was full, and the horses that had just been running here suddenly disappeared, as if they had disappeared in the vast grassland.

"Ah~~~" roared, and Cao Muwen climbed out of the sand with difficulty. He looked blank and didn't know where the huge sandstorm came from buried him and Zhou Gang in an instant.

"It can still survive~~~" Cao Muwen sighed slightly. When Cao Muwen suddenly found out why the sky suddenly turned yellow, it was too late. The speed of sandstorms is not enough for horses to catch up. Sandstorms cover the sky and the sun, reaching dozens of meters high, and the width is calculated in kilometers. Covering the sky and the sun, it is like the end of the world. Cao Muwen and Zhou Gang beside him were wrapped in this boundless yellow field before they were ready.

Cao Muwen suddenly felt difficult to breathe. Common sense told him that he should cover his mouth and nose and try his best to bend down. He didn't know when Zhou Gang couldn't see it, but later he didn't know anything.

Until now, he has struggled to climb out of the yellow coffin. A lot of yellow sand has poured into his mouth and nose~~~

"Puff~~~ou~~~~" Cao Muwen struggled for a few steps and fainted again. It was not because of the sand, but because of the fatigue and hunger caused by two consecutive days of rest that finally overwhelmed him.

"What! Encountered a sandstorm! What's going on!" Suddenly, Bu was stunned when he heard the news, "My Imold God! Why didn't you come to play earlier, but you encountered this kind of thing. But I can't blame them." Suddenly, after waiting for two days, Batu, who hoped to come back, returned with the old man's glory.

However, the ending was an embarrassed Batu and more than a dozen lame horses brought back. Suddenly, Bu wanted to get angry. Although he personally pretended to be "Bayan" for only two days, he hoped to lure the Ming Dynasty brocade guards to come. Although he worked hard, the final result was failure, which made him feel frustrated.

Bayan has been working hard for more than a year. Suddenly, Bu wanted to punish Batu for doing things unfavorable, but when he thought about it, he should also bear a certain responsibility. After thinking about it, he still decided to be lenient. At that time, he scolded a few words. In any case, Batu is one of his own profitable subordinates.

At this time, Bayan also came back and brought back the news of Boyan Khan, which made him slightly relieved. Whether Boyan Monk believes in himself or not, judging from the current requirement, he can do it.

Two figures appeared on the grassland that had just calmed down. It is very reasonable for the two to walk on this seemingly boundless grassland.

"Come on, hurry up." Wu Zheng spoke tiredly, and his feet were no longer listening to orders. Wei Bingwen on the side is the same, walking half-deadly, and has changed from walking to pulling.

I'm afraid that what supports them from continuing to walk is the seemingly danger behind them. The previous sandstorm was several kilometers wide, and no one in the second time was spared. Fortunately, the sandstorm is fierce and fierce, because it wants to kill and run to other places.

"Fuck, that's good. It's really God's help to me, hey." Wu Zheng suddenly blurted out this sentence, which surprised Wei Bingwen beside him. Shit! Boss, is it all like this or does God help me? Now there is no horse, if there are still pursuers...

"The sandstorm has left us without horses, and they have to... All right!" Wu Zheng waved his hand when he said, "Let's go. Let's go as far as we can. When we get to the security castle, we will be really safe...

After saying that, he cheered up, stepped away his already weak legs and walked forward.

The man raised his leg and kicked a slave next to him. He only heard a bang, and the slave fell to the ground.

"Fuck, is there nothing to do in your eyes?! I knew all day that I was full and sat there stunned! Damn, how can I raise you for nothing! Humph!" He tried his best to suppress his anger. As the housekeeper of Mu Chijia people, you must be self-restrained. Mu Chi is one of the most trusted cronies under Khan's account!

So, the butler tried his best to suppress the idea of throwing this damn Han slave to the western mountain to feed the wolf. Well, I'm a very peaceful butler~~~" The adjuster's own facial expression, hoping for a friendly smile at the beginning. The most important person is that some distinguished guests come to visit the owner's house every day. If he is too disrespectful, Mu Chi will not be happy. You, Cao! Go to the stable to brush the horse. Fuck, go!" Fan had a few kicks in the mud pool on the ground. The lazy Hannu finally reacted and slowly got up from the ground. Tuo Fan was very happy. It seems that the dead slave has escaped several times until now.