Civilization has always been contrary to barbarism.

Obviously, the Mengwu Kingdom is an extremely powerful country, and it is no longer appropriate to call it a tribe, because when Yue Fei entered the golden tent of Mengwu, he had clearly seen their system. Although it was not perfect, it had already taken shape.

They will not be backward and savage enough to attack anyone close to them, and people like Yue Fei are not so easy to deal with at first glance.

Yue Fei ran alone at the golden tent upstream of the Onon River. Almost everyone along the way put down their work and looked at Yue Fei timidly.

A shiny plate armor, exquisite patterns shine brightly under the sunlight. When walking towards him, people feel unconsciously afraid when they walk towards him.

Yue Fei strangled the horse, turned over and got off the horse, inserted the Liquan spear into the gun cage on the horse's back, and placed the Huanghuali rewind long bow on his body on another group of horses. Finally, he looked at his waist sword Zhanlu sword and asked loudly in confusion: "Do I need to remove this too? It's just a short hand."

He hopes someone can answer his questions and enter the Khanate without causing conflict.

The sound of horse hooves behind him suddenly rang out, and the rumbling sound came from far to near. The Beiwei army had about 200 people coming towards Yue Fei.

During the strict training, the Beiwei Army under the wall-style charge had only two hundred people, but it ran out of the momentum of thousands of troops, especially the strict mask and the cavalry with a cold light, which seemed to be in the hearts of Qiyan's tribe. The group of 200 cavalry seemed to come from the underworld, carrying death and pressure.

The cavalry that charged in the wall slowly slowed down and finally took a slow step. The last step stopped behind Yue Fei and lined up in an neat row. The spear in his hand suddenly hit the ground and made a sound. The smoke and dust slowly dissipated from the surroundings of the cavalry in the wind in the north of the desert.

Even horses without knights stayed in place in extreme silence, without neighing or hustling.

One horse and two hundred horses stood before the Khanate.

Yue Fei could not regard his life as his life. He relied on his own card of the No. 1 Warrior in the World and the world's top military power, and he would do his own thing to break into the Khan Temple of Qiyan's tribe alone. This is completely reasonable. This is not the first time he has been doing this.

But Yue Fei is no longer the Yue Fei of the past, nor the Bingyi Lang Yue Fei who took the marriage officer to sneak attack the other party's catapult supply camp, but the governor of the Song Dynasty and the commander of the Hejian Army.

The Beiwei Army was built with Yue Fei as the core. If something happened to Yue Fei, their personal guards would need to be responsible for it.

The emperor of the Song Dynasty did not allow Yue Fei to have any trouble.

As the person arranged by the Imperial City Office by Yue Fei, Zhang Xian not only told the court about the movements of the army. If Yue Fei dies, he will also be responsible for this.

"You will scare them like this." Yue Fei looked at the cavalry on the wall behind him with a little helplessness. He was unwilling to bring the Beiwei Army, because he was afraid that some conflict would arise and delay his plan. He believed that with the Zhanlu sword in his hand, he could escape from this simple Khanting.

That's right, in his eyes, the Khanate of the Qiyan tribe was simple.

The grassland was as if it was frozen, and even the eagles in the sky made a mournful cry and fled to the distance. The Qiyan tribe seemed to be awakened by the eagles' sarcasm, and the hasty sound of horns rang out throughout the royal court.

The tribes of Qiyan tribe were frightened. They had never seen such a scene.

The biggest function of wall-type charge is to shock and train military discipline. When fighting, it is actually useless. The most practical thing is the three-three mandarin duck war technique passed down by the official family.

In Han Shizhong's words, things like Beiwei Jun are very good at whistling.

Soon the Qiyan tribe reacted, and countless people ran back to the royal court from the opening of the fence in panic, and then the fence was slowly closed. Within the fence, the black Dada, Bai Dada, and Ye Dada of the Qiyan tribe all looked at Yue Fei's cavalry with horror eyes, looking at the gaps in the fence.

The Qiyan tribe standing on the mail tower placed the arrows on the bows and was ready to shoot them at any time.

Of course, they were not sure whether their arrows could pass through the armor of these cavalrymen. They had never seen such armor.

The beads of sweat slid down the cheeks of Qiyan's men, reflecting the sunlight and dripping on their sweaty hands.

"Dear Badulu, where are you from? Where are you going? This is the Khan Ting of the Qiyan tribe." A man was pushed out and asked in several languages ​​in trembling. Finally, Yue Fei understood.

"What does Badulu mean?" Yue Fei carried his Huanghuali longbow and quiver on his body and asked in confusion.

The man scratched his head and said, "It's what the warrior means."

"I am Yue Fei, the governor of the Shanhai Army of the Song Dynasty. I just look for your Khan to discuss the recent battle situation." Yue Fei tried to calm his voice and not scare this man. He actually looked like he was called slave chief, but after thinking about it, he would just forget it, after all, he was on the other person's land.

"Song people?!" The man took a few steps back with a little horror, and was shocked.

When did the army of the Song Dynasty have such majestic cavalry?

Yue Fei didn't know how to explain why such changes occurred in the times. He smiled and said, "Yes. Where is your Khan? I want to talk to him."

"Swoosh!"

An arrow shot out from the direction of Khanting, and the arrow spun and hit Yue Fei's plate armor and fell to the ground.

Yue Fei reached out to stop the counterattack of the soldiers who had already taken out the Huanghuali Long Bow. The opponent's attack could not leave any traces on his armor. Perhaps it was a temptation, but Yue Fei believed that his hand slipped.

Hebule Khan was obviously not a timid person. Knowing that the terrifying enemy was right in front of the door, he still opened the fence and came to Yue Fei.

It is impossible to become a Khan on the grasslands in the north of the desert. All timid people will be killed by braver people.

"I am very happy to see you, but your cavalry looks so mighty that some of our young warriors are too nervous. I am willing to make a sincere apology here and offer gifts to ask for your forgiveness." The Han'er's general translator stammered and translated the words of Hebule Khan.

He was frightened just now. If Yue Fei had not stopped him in time, the arrows of the Song army had already shot at the Khanting. If this fight started, the newly born Khanting would be devastating.

And he had never seen such a quick and uniform movement.

Several women were pushed out, Yue Fei opened his mask and asked the translation helplessly: "Can we not want it?"

The general translator thought for a while and said, "If Yue Shuai refused the gift, he would think that Yue Shuai had rejected his apology. They might think that they were going to fight. If Yue Shuai was not here to fight, it would be better to accept it. They all looked pretty good. The one standing in the middle was Hebule Khan's daughter, who was only eighteen years old and was a pearl on the grasslands in the north of Mobei! Many tribesmen have made up their minds to rob the bride."
Chapter completed!