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"Wow! Bark!" The shepherd dog barked wildly to report to the owner.
Inside the dilapidated yurt, its owner, Zhuoligetu, was lying there motionless. What else is there to see? The grassland was burned by the enemy who didn't know the details, the cattle and sheep were robbed by the defeated Oala soldiers, and his woman.
Just the day before yesterday, a strange team passed by their tribe. There were various races in that team, including people from the Central Plains, barbarians from the Western Regions, and even blond Ross people in the extreme northwest. Extremely fierce people, because they all have a murderous look on their faces, and many of them still have wounds and blood on their bodies.
Zhuoligetu believed that they were a group of horse thieves, but even such a group of horse thieves could not help showing pity when they saw the misery of the tribe and the rotting corpses everywhere that had not been buried. They didn't kill Zhuoligetu, nor did they take away his only horse. They just turned the horse's head silently and left his tribe. This time zh uish ukan.com Zhang Si
He has nothing now, except for the sack of grain buried under the broken felt. This bag of grain is his only hope of survival, and this bag of grain is also the benefactor who saved his life. He just left the yurt and rode a horse to a faraway place to exchange lambs for food. Only in this way did he avoid a disaster of looting and looting, and the whole tribe was finished.
No! And the horse that came back!
Thinking of this, the half-dead Zhuoligetu jumped up suddenly, is it a wolf? If the horse died again, he would not be able to get out of the vast grassland even if he wanted to escape.
Staggering out of the torn felt bag that was leaking from all sides, Zhuoligetu almost bumped into the person's arms.
Zhuo Ligetu is not thin and thin, but that man is even bigger. The most important thing is his imposing manner, which is as strong as a mountain. In comparison, Zhuo Ligetu looks much wretched and thin.
There was only one person, leading a scarred horse, and that person was also in tattered clothes, stained with blood. If a person bleeds so much blood, he will definitely die, and although that person is described as a mess, he still stands tall and straight like a sudden mountain.
"I don't know how many people he killed," Zhuoligetu muttered in his heart. 强牺 zhuishukan.com 读牺
"Are you a member of the Horqin tribe?" Boyan Khan asked the only survivor in a low voice after seeing the whole tribe being looted and killed.
After such a long period of ups and downs and bloody battles, Boyan Meng lost a lot of weight. However, he is not defeated by death. Although he has lost weight, he has become tougher, more powerful, and imposing.
Last night, he buried the last seriously injured guard who accompanied him from the horse thieves, and fled all the way here. His beard and hair were messy and messy. The battle robe and armor were bloodstained and filthy, but none of this could conceal the eternal determination, arrogance, and unyielding light in his eyes.
"Your leader, my good brother Erduoguhai Naoyan has already died in battle, and his son Buerhai, and the Walat Department were also seriously injured. Lord Seguse was defeated and killed." Bo Yan Mengke said in a heavy tone after listening to Zhuoligetu's story about how the grassland was burned, how the tribe was plundered, and even the whole clan was killed.
"But you don't have to be disappointed, Changshengtian will always bless the real strong!" Despite his embarrassment, Boyan Meng's eyes still flashed with cold and resolute eyes.
"Wala did not become stronger because of this, and I, Boyanmeng, was not defeated by them. The ones who defeated us were Duoyan Sanwei and Daming's army who came to take advantage of it. Daming's army will not stay on the grassland forever. Duoyan Sanwei is based in the east. They can't control the entire grassland. We still have a chance to make a comeback! Our soldiers are gone, but our tribe is still there, and our children are still there. After ten years, we can make a comeback!"
"Can wecanmake a comeback?" Zhuoligetu said bitterly.
Boyan Mengke's eyes shone brightly: "Why can't I? From the time I was seven years old, from a child who was bullied by the Oirats, to leading our weak tribe without armor and weapons, I grew stronger step by step. I drove the Oirats to the far west and ruled this lush grassland. Now, why not gather my strength again?"
Boyanmeng said with confidence.
"Zoligetu, follow me, let's find other tribes, hide our names and accumulate strength, one day, we willnbsp; "Youyou", Boyan suddenly convulsed, drooling, pointed at Zoligetu with trembling fingers, and laughed out loud. He didn't want to laugh, the laughter sounded a little strange, he didn't know the function of the poisonous mushroom. Although he grew up on the grassland since he was a child, as a high-ranking nobleman, his knowledge of this small plant is still limited.
Rainbows began to appear in front of his eyes, and suddenly flashed, and the figure of Zhuoligetu in front of him became blurred. Boyan suddenly wanted to pounce on it, but he felt that he could not breathe, and his hands touched the ground from between the broken felt , tightly grasped two handfuls of soil.
"Do you still want to be a Khan? Do you still want us to work hard for your so-called heroic ambition?" Zhuo Ligetu's eyes were burning with fire, while putting a rope around his feet: "We just want to live a good life ".
He turned his head and grabbed the wooden shovel, dragging Boyan Mengke's body and walked out: "Our grassland has been destroyed, our tribe has been wiped out, you still have the idea of ??more tribes, wait for those children grow up, send them to war again, destroy their homes, kill their wives and children?"
Boyan was dragged along, but he still couldn't help laughing. There was only a large area of ??colorful colors in front of his eyes, constantly changing and flashing various wonderful patterns, and his ears could no longer hear Zolig. Tu's voice, vaguely heard, is the iron hoofs of thousands of troops galloping, the shouts of mountains and tsunami, and the screams of the enemy when they are dying, all kinds of sounds are intertwined, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes none
When he was dragged into a dug human-shaped pit, Boyan fell into it suddenly and heavily, but he didn't feel any pain. His eyes were wide open, and an extremely hearty laugh came out of his big open mouth. I don't know that death is near.
"Great Khan! Bring your greed and plunder, bring your war, and go to hell!" 强牺 tianlaixss&# 119.com 读牺
After Zhuoligetu finished speaking, he shoveled up a shovel of dirt and lifted it down.
When a large shovel of dirt was poured into his mouth, the laughter died away in a fit of coughing. make big make owl
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