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In the evening, everyone set up camp, according to the old Tazan, there are still three days away from Wang Gubu, the grassland is vast, this distance is also very close, Zhao Shi is under the seat of the giant horse in the Tianwang Ridge, extremely divine horse, if it is not for it, this journey should be shorter, but to the grassland, it is to spread the joy, if it is not for Zhao Shi to suppress, would have thrown everyone off the shadow.

Even so, every time he lost his temper, Zhao Shi was also thrown off the horse several times, all the way down, one person and one horse did not fight hard, and a group of Tatars were all strange, and the meaning was needless to say, everyone understood that Zhao Shi's riding skills were really looked down upon, and the condor shooter made no secret of his love for this giant horse named "monster" by Zhao Shi, but the horse's temperament was really violent, except for Zhao Shi, but if someone approached, it was to kick and bite, Let the Tatar man only sigh with admiration, and there is a sense of pearl casting darkness.

The wind is fierce during the day, and at night, the wind is light, but the chill is scrambling to drill into the bones, everyone set up a bonfire early next to a stream, and a group of Tatars are in a hurry to arrange the tents and other things in exchange.

Next to the bright and uncertain bonfire, Zhao Shi sat with the steppe girl and others, continuing the topic during the day, at this time the Tatar old man was silent a lot, even the steppe girl's bright star-like eyes were also a little dim, obviously what Zhao Shi said during the day shocked them at the same time, but also made them have to admit that the Tatars are not monolithic.

Zhao Shi didn't care about this, but there was an undoubted taste in his faint tone, and the grassland girl turned her face slightly, puffed out her cheeks, curled her red lips, and looked ignorant. But under the light of the fire, the little ears that seemed crystal clear were sensational, and it was obvious that they were listening very seriously.

"We Han people are fighting, the soldiers and horses have not moved, the grain and grass go first, the so-called grain and grass. Not all the fingers are food, there are knives, guns, bows and arrows, as well as armor and equipment, everything is indispensable, and the suppression of bandits is also a kind of military affairs, so it is naturally very troublesome.

But on the other hand, the other side has to fight with us like this, let's take these horse bandits who are ravaging the steppe, what do they eat? What to drink? How many people are there? What equipment are there. Where to move, etc., must be observed in advance, once the troops are dispatched, they will be hit with one blow. If you delay the time, it will be punished by military law.

Since these horse bandits have to eat and drink, and they often move in the grasslands, they are always in autumn and winter, and in winter, the grasslands are full of ice and snow, and it is impossible for them to wander around. They must have a place to camp in the steppe, and there is more than one, although the steppe is vast, but after all, this is the place where the Tatars have lived for generations, who knows better than you where to camp, where to drink the water of the river, where to avoid the wind and snow and the camp where other tribes spend the winter? ”

"Then it is naturally us......" the Tatar old man muttered, these words were ordinary in the ears of the Han generals of the Central Plains, but for these Tatars. Undoubtedly, it is a vivid lesson, to be honest, the commanders of the steppe now, the commanders of the ten thousand commanders are very different from the Han generals, they may be brave and fierce, but in terms of military quality, they have lagged behind the Central Plains too much, this is still in the more civilized Tatars, and the current Mongols are even more backward than them. Those famous Mongolian generals who were rumored in later generations grew up in one war after another. It's still immature.

"It's easy to find out about them, which tribe has more sheep and horses for no reason? Which tribe often has foreigners coming in and out? Which tribe is close to the Kingdom of Jin? ”

Speaking of which. Zhao Shi pursed the corners of his mouth. It looks a little contemptuous. Old Tazandi's face flushed. The reason is not clear. It doesn't seem like anything to say it. But no one in the tribe thought of it. He doesn't know what the authorities are obsessed with. The bystander is clear. I just feel that I am too stupid to wait for others.

"Yan Hule Ministry. The girl from the grassland next to her ...... clenched her snow-white teeth. Said like a hateful kitten. But old Tazan waved her hand to stop her talking. This is an internal matter of the Tatars. has lost face in front of outsiders. There's no need to even put this out there. Although the Wangu Department was the Tatar landlord department. But so many years have passed. The Khitans of the Liao State. Jin Guo Jurchens. Western Xia Qiang people. They all wanted to separate the Tatars, who had a large population. Wang Gubu was still in the clouds before. Now it has moved to the northern grasslands. This is accompanied by betrayal. Indeed, the land of strife is written in the blood and tears of the Tatars. During this period, there were naturally many tribes of Khitans. The Jurchens are controlled. If it goes on like this. Maybe in the next few years. The title of Tatar became the special name of the Wangu tribe.

Seeing that the old man was silent. Zhao Shi felt that there was nothing to do anyway. And he said it thoroughly. "If I were you. Let's find some trustworthy Han businessmen first. Let them look everywhere in the name of the transaction. It's just some horse bandits. There are not many people. They were easily recognizable by the weapons they used or the clothes they were wearing. Believe just find out them. The brave warriors of the Wangu tribe only had to swing their scimitars slightly. You can cut off the heads of these horse bandits......

This sentence is finished. Even Old Tazan snorted. The prairie girl stood up even more. The little face was tense. The eyes are wide open. But the fury of the land is burning more and more. But in the end, in Zhao Shi's cold gaze. But he suppressed himself and didn't say anything. He sat down slowly.

Turn around and take off the big sac from the unloaded saddle. But it's more laborious to carry. This is a common ground wine container used in the grasslands. It is sewn from a single piece of sheepskin. It is estimated that a bag of wine can be filled with more than ten or twenty catties of wine. By this time, I had already drunk most of it. But there are still about four or five catties of land. Plus the weight of the bag. Naturally, it's not light.

Watch as she struggles to carry the wine bag in front of her. Old Tazan was a little stunned. I don't know what this weird girl wants to do.

The grassland girl showed a big smile at Zhao Shi, and the angry look before seemed to have never appeared in her, but there was cunning in her bright eyes.

"O those who have betrayed the source of their blood, and those who have evil intentions, who are not worthy of the gifts of the gods, who have cursed them to receive the severest punishment of the gods, O guests from afar, your wisdom has put us to shame, thank you for lifting the clouds that cover our eyes, please drink these bars, and you will have the friendship of the sons of the holy wolf, and our yurt will be a place for you to rest, and whoever dares to offend your dignity on the steppe will be our enemy......

The song came out with the beating flames, and the old Tazan touched his chin and narrowed his eyes, such an oath could already be regarded as speaking on behalf of Wang Gubu, looking at the bag of wine, although ...... In his eyes, the Han general in front of him is still young after all, although straightforwardness is a rare character of the grassland people, but embarrassing the master needs to be punished, not to mention that this punishment is still kind, the pearl of the Wang Gu Department personally toasted, which is a rare glory for the soldiers of the Wang Gu Department.

Fortunately, Zhao Shi also knew the rules of these grassland people, and with a slight smile, he took the wine bag with both hands and brought it to his mouth, these milk wines were not as light and long as the milk wines he had seen in his previous life, but mixed with the unbearable smell of mutton fat from ordinary people, but the momentum was not small, equivalent to the spirits at this time, but it was only about twenty degrees.

Put the wine bag to his mouth, looked at the wide eyes of the grassland girl, raised his head and raised the wine bag, the wine was like practice, in the stunned eyes of everyone, as if drinking water, in an instant, he drank four or five catties of wine without a drop, threw down the wine bag, wiped a handful of wine stains on the corner of his mouth, his face was not red, but he felt that his lower abdomen was slightly swollen.

These days, the knot in his previous life was slightly relaxed, and today he went to the grassland, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, so that he can't help but be broad-minded, others may not be able to see it, but he is in a very good mood, but at this time he laughed loudly: "We Han people have a saying, wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, how can these wines be enough?" Besides, although the wine in your grassland is strong, it really doesn't taste very good, so go and bring the wine we brought. ”

The surrounding Tatar men have come back to their senses, and immediately applauded loudly, the steppe people have been drinking since birth, and they naturally respect the people who drink a lot of alcohol, in their opinion, those who can drink are not necessarily heroes, but those who can't drink must not be men, four or five catties of milk wine are nothing to most of them, but they can't help but admire them if they drink it in one breath and can stand firm.

The prairie girl knew that Zhao Shi had a good amount of wine, and she didn't think about putting him to the ground immediately, she just wanted him to be a clown, if she knew that this guy was a wine barrel, she would definitely choose those whole bags of milk wine.

Da lazy answered, and after a while, he got a few animal skin bags from his group's bags, these were all drinks brought from Tianwangling, and the owner of the village also knew that the grassland people were good wine, so he sent these, but he had been in a hurry before, and no one was interested in this, so he took them out at this time.

The grassland girl looked at Zhao Shi with admiration, but when she heard him say that the wine on the grassland was not good, she immediately tightened her little face again......

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