Two flowers bloomed, one on each branch. It is said that Pajaqili, the Great Khan of the Black Banner Khanate, led eight thousand soldiers and returned to Mobei with a narrow escape. Every household was wailing, and Pajaqili also burst into tears, but Dunhulu said

Pajaqili held his head in his arms: "Great Khan, we have suffered such a big loss this time. If we don't take revenge, we can't explain it to the people on the grassland. The eagle also flies to the bottom, and we are finally

To soar into the sky."

Pajaqili wiped his tears and raised his head to look at the injured generals beside him: "I trusted Hou Tianzhou. I should not have coveted the wealth he promised in Luoyang City and rashly went deep into the hinterland of the Central Plains, leaving more than 20,000 of our prairie warriors to die in a foreign land.

!I, the Khan, am guilty, please punish me according to the rules set by our ancestors." After saying this, Pajaqili took off his helmet and jacket, exposed his upper body and knelt in the snow.

Each of the five old men walked towards Pajaqili holding a crooked stick. The stick was made of a kind of thorn unique to the grassland, with dense thorns on it. The Fire Dragon tribe boiled this thorn in boiling water.

After that, tung oil is applied to punish those who make mistakes. According to the rules of the Fire Dragon Clan, even the Khan is no exception. If the Khan makes a mistake, he will be beaten with this kind of thorns.

The old men lined up in order to beat Pajaqili. With each stroke, there was a thin trace of blood on Pajaqili's body. Pajaqili gritted his teeth and sweat broke out on his forehead. While beating him, the old men murmured: "The white wolf is for the greedy rats."

The wild fruit got into the thorns. I didn't eat the wild fruit, but I was covered in scars. Young man, have you lost your memory?"

"Great ancestors, your descendants have damaged your reputation, and they have also been punished. For the sake of being descendants of the Fire Dragon Clan, please forgive them, ancestors."

"Blizzards cannot freeze our children and grandchildren to death, and wildfires cannot burn the grasslands. Everything will eventually pass, and everything will eventually get better."

"Please the ancestors give Khan and us a chance. We will use more cattle and sheep to sacrifice the ancestors so that the ancestors will not starve in heaven."

The five old men each gave him twenty lashes to end the punishment ceremony. Pajaqili was covered in bloodstains and was helped up and back to the camp.

The wind and snow on the grassland became more intense, and soon all the tents and fences were covered. The cattle and sheep were crowded together and neighing, and the horses were moving back and forth close together. But Dunhulu took people out to see

After taking a look, the man covered with snow came back: "Khan, the wind and snow this year are heavier than in previous years. If this continues, the cattle, sheep and horses will freeze to death. We have to find a way to survive this winter."

Pajaqili endured the pain and squeezed out a few words: "Ask everyone to come in and come up with ideas."

The old men and generals were invited into the camp, and everyone was crowded together. The old men said that the defeat of the Great Khan had angered their ancestors, and the ancestors wanted to punish the tribesmen, so they brought disasters, and they had to kill cattle and sheep every day to sacrifice to their ancestors.

Defuse. Hulu disagreed: "The cattle and sheep will freeze to death. If we kill them every day, in the spring, there will be no cattle and sheep on the grassland, and we will all starve to death." The generals agreed with the elders.

Some people talked about moving south, and some talked about lighting fires to keep the cattle and sheep warm. There were many discussions, and I couldn't make up my mind for a while.

Suddenly the tent collapsed, and the felt cloth covered everyone. Everyone struggled to get out. The wind and snow hit their faces, which made them feel cold and painful. An old man shouted: "Everyone, go into the cave to discuss things. It's such a strong wind."

, The camp won’t be able to be set up for a while.” Another old man knelt on the ground and begged his ancestors for forgiveness, and was pulled into the cave by a general.

As soon as everyone entered the cave, it was indeed much warmer, but Dunhulu waved his hand: "Let's go and let everyone dig holes, the sooner the better. Those whose tents have not been blown over stay in the tents and drive the cattle and sheep into the holes."

, the tent was blown over, so dig a bigger hole in the ground, and people and cattle and sheep will take shelter in the hole first." The generals understood this and organized the people to dig holes in the ground.

Farm tools were scarce on the grassland, so the generals and soldiers dug the soil with machetes, axes, and swords. Old men, children, and women all came to help transport the soil. An old man dressed as a Central Plains man in the crowd even dumped the soil when he saw everyone digging holes.

, couldn't help but ran over: "The soil is built on the spot to build a wall. There is no need to run to the river to dump it. Once the wall is built and the tent is set up, it can block the wind and snow." The old man said while helping to pile up the soil, and suddenly Lu Yi

Thinking that what the Central Plains man said made sense, he loudly ordered: "Everyone, please do as this old man said, so that our speed will be faster."

After two hours, many low tents and houses with earthen walls appeared on the grassland. When Pajaqili came out of the cave, he was shocked to see that the grassland was about to become a city in the Central Plains. Hulu took the man

The old man from Zhongyuan invited him into the cave and boiled a cup of mare's milk for him with his own hands. The old man took a sip of the mare's milk and stuck out his tongue: "I have been living in the grassland for more than ten years, and I still can't get used to drinking this mare's milk, but I have always had a problem.

I'm afraid of offending you, so I really want to give it a try today." Hu Lu smiled: "The old man helped us a lot, allowing us to settle the cattle, sheep and people so quickly. You can share your ideas with us.

Maybe we can try it with you." The old man took out a wine gourd from his arms, opened it, poured the wine into the mare's milk, and then slowly shook it: "Dear Ketun and Khan, I have always wanted to

Mix this wine with mare's milk and drink it. Today we finally have the chance to do it." Khulv and Pajaqili looked at each other and laughed: "We also want to try it, please give us some."

The three of them took a sip together and smacked their tongues: "Spicy!" "Bitter!" "Weird taste!", then took a second sip, and then called to the people around to get some more mare's milk and wine to share with everyone.

Stir them together. After Pajachili took a big sip, the pain was almost gone and he was full of energy: "I think this is because our ancestors and God have not abandoned us yet, and today they have given us such a delicious thing. This wine has made the horse...

Milk warms the stomach and body, and it happens to be a stormy and snowy day, so we might as well call it fire wine. After drinking this fire wine, our prairie warriors will definitely be able to overcome all difficulties and become invincible."
Chapter completed!