Chapter 469: You are false, I am false

No matter where it is, gold and silver are the best things to use. The officialdom of the Ming Dynasty had been corrupt for many years, and the tribes on the grassland were in similar states.

Or to be more precise, the corruption of the Mongols was even worse than that of the Han people. During the Yuan Dynasty, in addition to the largest territory in all dynasties, there was another one, that is, the corruption of the government was the first of all dynasties, and it was outrageous that it was unexpected that it arrived at the grassland after hundreds of years.

This trend is still circulating. Liu Shisan is not vague. He just followed the other envoy and said he had waited for a while. After a while, he pulled out a box of silver in a carriage. He didn't have to spend money on this silver himself. He also made a lot of money on the way.

The box was not small. As soon as the lid was lifted, the messengers immediately smiled. They said seriously that they were sweating outside. They arranged for the messengers that you could not proceed immediately. They immediately changed their expressions. Although they were still serious, the meaning of the words was different:

"It is all the people of the immortal world. It is impossible for brothers and sisters to be beaten by the wind and rain outside. Even if the rules are broken, you must settle down first."

Settlement on this grassland is simple. You can just set up camp on the spot, so it can be considered as an arrangement.

Naturally, Liu Shisan would not care about this with him. Anyway, there are already fixed rules for marching and camping every day. As long as you order it, all the employees will follow it.

After giving the money, he naturally could not be so slow to the envoy of King Khan. Someone came forward to receive the reception politely, and Liu Shisan returned to the team indifferently.

Since the two sides have informed each other, even if they are familiar, and since they are harboring under the Thibir Khanate, these envoys and their entourages are officials who rule the tribe. If they want to go in and see the situation of Liu Shisan's tribe, there will naturally be no one to stop them.

There was no reason to stop it. The head of the messenger of the Thibir Khanate looked along the way, looking at the taxi and the tribes who worked and ignored outsiders. He found that most of the people here were young men and the number of women was very small.

This phenomenon and abundant supplies increasingly prove the judgment of the so-called horse bandit tribe of this messenger. The supplies on the grassland are generally very tight. How could ordinary tribes have so much surplus? And how could there be so many young and strong men in the tribes? These are the most in short supply in the Thibir Khanate.

Liu Shisan walked into the tent that had been set up, picked up the water bag placed in the corner, raised his head and took a few sips. At this time, he accompanied the envoy's subordinates and walked in quickly. He was also a man who had been inside and outside the pass for a long time. After approaching Liu Shisan, he whispered excitedly:

"Sir, I heard from those envoys that this place is not far from Thibirhan's golden tent, otherwise there wouldn't be a messenger coming to stop us so soon!"

Liu Shisan frowned and said with some confusion:

"No, didn't our guide say that we had to walk west for twenty days before we could see it?"

The guard who came in was full of gloating expressions on his face, and he said with a chuckle:

"Since April, it was said that the Rakshasa people sent more and more people to fight harder, and they could no longer support it, so they retreated here and began to gather people on the grassland to prepare for a decisive battle with the Rakshasa people. Now more than 10,000 Ding Zhuang riding horses and their tribes have gathered here!"

Liu Shisan had no sympathy at all, took out a wine pot from his arms and threw it over. The guard took the wine pot with a smile, took a few gulps, and said:

"That man just wanted me to win over, saying that he had no future with the horse bandit tribe. It would be better to go to the Shbi Khanate and have a future. He is also considered a glorious family. He is about to be finished, but he still wants me!"

He didn't say it halfway, because he saw Liu Shisan's face change, and he thought to himself that he had misunderstood, so he quickly explained:

"Sir, I didn't agree, we are loyal."

Liu Shisan reacted, but waved his hand decisively and said:

"Promise him..."

The envoys received at noon, just as it was dark, the people from the expedition pioneers began to prepare materials for the bonfire at night. The envoys and the people they brought began to liven up, preaching everywhere, saying that King Thibir Khan was the descendant of Genghis Khan's direct line and the most legitimate master on the grassland. Only by following him can he be a true Mongolian tribe and receive the blessing of immortality.

Joining the Khan's direct tribe can be exempted from taxes, and the spoils obtained in the war can also be given a large amount of money, and so on.

They obviously did not do this once or twice. There were shamans in this team, and they even whispered words to testify for what they said.

What ordinary herders on the grassland believe most is the nobles, and the shamans. Such words are obedient and such painstaking preaching are also very effective. After talking for a long time there, someone was really incited to join the direct tribe of the Spiel Khanate.

The tribe was still quiet during the day, but at night it became chaotic. Some people wanted to leave, and some people were there to persuade them. The herdsmen who were following the grazing did not dare to say anything. They just watched from a distance, and they were still wondering in their hearts that there were so many Han people there, and they were following the Heaven of Eternal Life.

It was already at the point where he wanted to draw his sword. Dozens of people in the leaders were quarreling loudly there, which was also all the people under Liu Shisan who could speak Mongolianly.

"Why should I follow the leader of this horse thief? Since I have come to such a place, I also want to serve Genghis Khan's descendants!"

"You ungrateful bastard, the leader is so nice to you..."

The envoys looked surprised there, but in fact they were already filled with joy. But when they saw Liu Shisan hurried out, he shouted loudly:

"What happened, what was messing around there!"

The outside suddenly became quiet, and a guard hurriedly ran to Liu Shisan to explain the situation. Liu Shisan was so angry that he immediately pulled out his knife, but the people who were about to leave drew their swords at each other without showing any weakness. The two sides just stared at each other. Although the number of people who were about to leave was small, they were not timid at all.

At this time, the envoys came over with a serious face and said quite formally:

"I really didn't expect that your tribe is so unstable. These young people who are unprestigious should be punished well. But if anyone comes back, they have come to the Shbiel Khanate. Everyone is the people of the Khan. These people want to serve the Khan, which is also the youth's passion!"

Hearing this, Liu Shisan, who was originally glaring at the eyebrow, hesitated for a while, and finally felt depressed. He waved his hand there, lowered his head and walked back to the tent. Soon, a guard came out of the tent and said:

"My adult said that he has brought people to a safe place. Since you don't want to stay, I won't make things difficult for you. You guys go!"

This is also a normal choice. These envoys had similar experiences in the past. What if you don’t agree? After all, this is on the other party’s territory. The two Yans had 20,000 mouths, and in the end they could only return to the outside world helplessly, let alone these four or five thousand people.

In the eyes of the envoys, Liu Shisan is also considered a smart person. Since it was split, both sides separated their own materials and livestock. The passionate group of people who wanted to serve the Khan chose several leaders, found the envoy and said secretly:

"It's really dangerous for a few adults to stay here for a long time. Who knows what will happen in the middle of the night!"

Those who heard it were right. Now they were already at a strife. It is said that there are long nights and many dreams. It is better to bring people back earlier. What the Shri Khanate needs most are the soldiers and young men, and some are added. The envoys quickly followed the receptionists and said that they would come here to comfort them the next day, and left the shaman here. It seemed that they would continue to preach to the evening and pull people away as much as possible.

The eating habits of the Spiel Khanate are now very ugly, and they don’t need any process, and they can’t wait for a long time. It seems that they are already oppressed.

The expedition pioneers were not far from the current location of the Golden Tent of the Bil Khanate. Even though the people who were separated were carrying large cars, the journey was slow. After two or three hours, they turned over a low hill, and arrived at the location of the Golden Tent. A low slope was covered with tents. The fire inside was shining and looked quite spectacular. When they arrived here, there was no need to worry about chasing them.

The envoy asked six or seven hundred people to split up and stay at the edge of the camp. At this time, a team of cavalry came over. The envoy quickly came forward to contact and explain. The final result was that in the specific allocation arrangements the next day, I would have to rest here tonight. Since I was seeking the other party, there would naturally be no more than a word.

It was already deep in the night, and the bonfire gradually went out. The entire golden tent was silent. No one cart was concerned about the camp on the outermost side. A tent on the high side of the low slope was next to a large cart with supplies, surrounded by the convertible hoods of other companions.

It looked quiet, but the tent was extremely busy. A cannon on the cart had been moved down. More than a dozen people lowered their voices and assembled there. Strictly speaking, the pounds of this cannon were not standard, between four or five pounds.

"Speak softly, whisper softly, roll the pot over quickly..."

"You are sure that's the right direction!"

"There must be a gold tent over there, but I just don't know that tent."
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