A burst of tiny steps broke the tranquility of the lakeside. A Baoji's sister trotted and muttered to Hu Yan Guanyin. Xu Fengnian, who had been making up for the rambling words, learned that it was an ewe that was going to give birth to a cub, and Hu Yan Guanyin should be a master of receiving lambs. Together, she went to the sheep pen and watched her deliver the lambs in an orderly manner. After the task was completed, she finally pulled up a strand of black hair in the temples and smiled. Because of the escape and migration, most of the sheep flocks in the tribe were thin and fat. It was difficult to survive the severe winter. Receiving lambs became the top priority after camping. A Baoji, who was so stubborn and could not hold back, chased her around in the sheep pen. Finally, he knocked a hungry tiger to pounce on the sheep and snatched a little lamb.

He held the back hoof, stood up and picked up the lamb, dancing wildly, which made Xu Fengnian feel a little dumbfounded. The little guy's sister put her hips on her hips and scolded her, saying she was irrelevant, and then she was twisted. After the little guy let go, the sister caught another lamb in a careless manner. During this time, she was kicked countless sheep's hooves and covered in mud. It was not until Hu Yan Guanyin was free to persuade him, and finally let the poor lamb in the circle go. A Baoji was unwilling to take a bath, and even Hu Yan Guanyin could not persuade him. Xu Fengnian took the collar of the naughty little bastard, and when he arrived at the lake, he threw it into the water. The little guy was not angry, but just swam in the lake, enjoying his silly.

The next two days Xu Fengnian watched the tedious work of this small tribe. No matter men, women, old and young, they had clear division of labor and were not lazy. They grazed, milked, made cheese, dug, tanned, made felt, picked manure and rubbed numbness. As long as they had enough strength, there were always endless things to do. Xu Fengnian did not intervene in helping, but just silently calculated how much land costs a herder or string control warrior would need. When talking to Huyan Guanyin, they realized that several members of the Qinxue army from the Beimang royal court had produced in the tribe, which was able to avoid many miscellaneous taxes from the tribe. Otherwise, with the manpower and material resources of their tribe, they would need to hunt large wild animals or even swim in other departments to support it. It was just these two things

, The risk is too great, if you are not careful, it will be a disaster for the tribe. On the grassland, small tribes of this size decline or are annexed every day, and they will be moved here. They will luckily occupy a lake, and they can only hope to be vigilant of the local law and the weakness of the neighboring tribes. During this period, Xu Fengnian had a secret conversation with the old patriarch, and afterwards, Hu Yan Guanyin finally put on a rough face that was rushing to work, which opened the eyes of the tribe herders and regarded Xu Fengnian as a strange figure in the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva. At noon on the third day, Xu Fengnian, who was sitting quietly by the lake, looked to the north and finally came. However, it was much bigger than the expected situation.

The owner of this pasture land, Xiti Qincha'er, sat high on a tall horse. The young man, was wearing a wolf-skin dress, shaved his hair near his ears and forehead, braided two braids behind him, and a big falcon was parked on his shoulders. Qincha'er waved his hand, and hundreds of riders behind him rushed out in a strange cry and shouted and rushed out, galloping around the camp. This was not a terrifying method. What was particularly shocking was that Qincha'er had two cages beside him, each of whom was imprisoned with a money cheetah and a tiger captured from the two Liaos. The two beasts that were originally curled up and dozed seemed to smell the smell of blood. They stood up suddenly in the cage, screaming in a deep voice, and their claws fluttered on the iron railing, and chose people to eat. The clan leader Hu Yan'an Bao, who had already moved thousands of miles away, led the tribe members to gather together tremblingly.

Weapons did not dare to act in resistance at all. Cross-border migration was a loss. If it weren't for the valuable treasures in the clan that were not able to take advantage of, Hu Yan'an Bao would have personally gone to "remember incense" for Xin Xiti, who would have grasped the power of life and death in the future. Xu Fengnian and Hu Yan Guanyin did not walk out of the tent, and there was a angrily a Baoji beside him. He looked at the arrogant Xiti guard through the gap, but in the end his eyes remained on a pair of guys who looked like masters and servants beside him. The young man had a fox fur and wolf hat, and a sword on his waist. Unlike the knight, he sat cross-legged on the horse's back and looked with his cheeks, with a cold expression. The old man with brocade robe was introverted. Although Xu Fengnian restrained his gaze at the first time, perhaps Hu Yan Guanyin showed clues. The old man noticed the strangeness and looked straight in his eyes with a cold look.

The cavalry narrowed the encirclement and did not give Huyan'an Bao a chance to get close to Xiti.

The same is true for the large-scale hunting of the Beimang Royal Court where the Empress visited in autumn, but it was even more spectacular. It took tens of thousands of soldiers to be driven out of their prey on the outside to drive out prey for two months. The formation was neat and slowly advanced. The royal Qiexue army was responsible for supervising the army. The formation was strictly followed by the established route. If there was a slight deviation, they would be dragged away from the stick. If there were any prey escapes from the encirclement, the tenth chief was killed on the spot, the centurion removed from his official position, and the thousand chiefs were demoted to the next level. When the hunting circle finally shrank to only two or three pa intervals, the ropes were connected and felted. At this time, countless beasts in the circle gathered, with lions and donkeys, cows and horses collided, jackals, foxes and rabbits crowded. Next, a massacre feast was entered in order to reduce the titles of nobles.

Qin Cha'er gently shook his shoulders, and the falcon flapped his wings and flew into the sky. Then the Xiti smiled cruelly. When the cavalry hunting circle opened a hole, several unclothed thorn-faced beast slaves immediately opened the cage, took out the howling tiger and leopard, loosened the reins, and the wild and untamed leopard and tiger rushed out side by side, pounced on the herdsmen in the circle. The tiger and leopard were particularly slender and dynamic when running, which meant that after contact, it would be an extremely bloody bite, and a hundred steps away, and it would arrive in an instant.

Two middle-aged herdsmen who were guarding the clan leader had participated in many wild animals hunting. Although they did not have spears and arrows in their hands, they still stood out of the queue. They first made great strides and then ran wildly, and they ran away from the lion and tiger out of the cage. Qin Cha'er smiled with disdain, not knowing the life and death of the untouchables. The tiger and leopard he carefully raised were not ordinary prey. Its wildness was far stronger than the initial capture. It was only imprisoned in the cage when he went to hunt. In the rest, they were all in the cattle and sheep pen. When did all the livestock be killed, when did they change the pen to raise, and punished the herders who violated the ban in the tribe, they were thrown into the circle. Even those horn masters with amazing strength could not defeat the tiger and leopards' killing and biting. For many years, only one person survived, and one arm was bitten afterwards.

Almost at the same time, the two herdsmen were knocked down by a flexible and flexible tiger and leopard, biting their necks, gently smearing their five claws, slid their intestines and hanging their stomachs, and the two beasts lowered their heads and bite them, making their flesh and blood blurred. When the herdsmen's limbs stopped completely and twitched, the tiger and leopard raised their heads and looked at the shepherd in the trembling circle.

When A Baoji saw this miserable appearance, his face was covered with tears. He was about to rush out to fight for his life. Xu Fengnian held his head down, threw it back, and fell back into the house. He lifted up the cotton blanket used as a curtain and flew away. Xu Fengnian did not expect that Xiti was so painful. Generally speaking, although the cross-border herders could kill the Manchus, it should be known that in the grassland desert, human life was worthless, but it was different from Beimang Xiti who valued the controllable string horse battles in the tribe. Women on the grassland remarried and were even more than the etiquette and integrity of the people in the Central Plains. In every war, Beimang spared no effort to plunder the people from the border of the Yang Dynasty to settle north, because it was ultimately the end.

The competition between the big and small Xiti is based on the most intuitive number of horses and heads. Generally speaking, a clan raised the flag and rebelled from the headquarters, chose to move desperately. As long as the place where the migration was located was strong and not afraid of being an enemy of the previous Xiti, most of them were willing to attract and accept it. The tribe where Huyan Guanyin was located was wandering thousands of miles away. Originally, Xiti was destined to be out of reach. Anyone who did not lack water and plants was a wealth. It was nothing more than spending some money to deal with the boss and the government in charge of nomadic household registration, which was equivalent to more than 30 tax sources. Xu Fengnian really did not expect that Xiti, who came to hear the news, would establish his authority bloodily. Judging from the situation, he would simply kill the clan.

The handsome young man with a sword hanging around his waist raised his eyebrows.

The old man in brocade robe was about to speak, but the young man shook his chin and signaled that he didn't need to pay attention.

Xu Fengnian leaped his toes and jumped over the head of the cavalry. After landing, he happened to block the old patriarch. The tiger opened its bloody mouth. Xu Fengnian ignored the tiger claws blocked by the mirage of Dahuangting. He pulled his upper and lower jaws with both hands and gently tore it, tearing the big eye insect of the king of the mountains and forests in half and throwing it in front of him.

A leopard is a scabbard, but that's it.

Only one golden leopard left suddenly stopped, obviously feeling a huge sense of crisis, and dared not pounce forward easily. Qin Cha'er was furious and snorted coldly. The animal slaves started to shout and command the cheetah to kill people. The shiny cheetah finally couldn't help but rush in straight lines, and broke at ten steps, jumped out five steps to one side, and then rushed to the right hand of the prey. Xu Fengnian learned the Broken River from the canyon, and there was no action, and there was no knife. The prey's body was cut in half in the air. This time it was Qin Cha'er and more than a hundred cavalrymen who were dumbfounded. The fox fur young man lit up his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth. It was really a surprise. He was vigilant and led his troops to snatch them.

Killing this 100-man tribe was instructed by him, the powerful young master Tuoba. On the grassland, there might be a strong gaze that he could not sell the face of the children of Yelu Murong, but no one dared to disobey his orders. In the desert, his father's words were almost equivalent to the imperial edict of His Majesty. If it was in the Beimang army, it would be even better. The key is that the empress never felt great about the great achievements. She had no suspicion about the military god who came out of the Dangxiang team and had no greater trust. Therefore, if you are a royal relative and a prince and grandson, you should lower your head when you meet the two sons of the military god.

This young man, known as Little Tuoba, killed 600 people with his own hands. How could a person go to the empress to say more? There are many people who personally led the horse to him and sent him out of the country.

Xiao Tuoba still held his cheek and smiled with a tilted head, "You are a survivor of the Spring and Autumn Period in the Southern Dynasty. Why not be my fake? You will have the glory and wealth that you can't enjoy in your life."

Beimang had the custom of taking possession of fake sons, which was similar to the adopted sons of the Liyang Dynasty, but their status was often only slightly higher than that of slaves. Of course, the arrogant fake sons could also bully men and women, especially those of the Beimang royal court who could detain the Xianbei jade belt. The fake sons were powerful and had countless privileges.

The young man was kind and generous, smiled and said lightly: "I know that you are a little meaningless innocence, if you don't agree, after killing all these herders, you will take action against you, bury the yellow sand, peel off your scalp, and water the mercury."

Xu Fengnian did not talk nonsense with this guy, but just said calmly: "Talk well."

The young man with fox fur and wolf hat sitting cross-legged on the horse was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, raised his hand and gestured to wipe away the tears of laughter, staring at the man wearing a sword in the hunting circle, but asked the demon of brocade robe beside him, "When will Huihui arrive?"

The old man's eyes were shining and he laughed: "A moment later, it is rare to be delicious to come to your door. Don't you take action personally?"

The young man curled his lips and said, "I am in a good mood today. I am still considering whether to take him as a fake or peel it and expose it to the sun."

The old man came out with a horse's belly and asked, "Will that old slave play with him for a while?"

Xiao Tuoba, who didn't think there were a few people in Beimang who deserved to be afraid of, nodded gently.
Chapter completed!