"Big boss?"

An Luo sneered, walked up to Jiri Batu, and said loudly: "I am the heir to the Beiyuan royal family, Zuoxian Wang An Luo. Compared with Mr. Tian's so-called big leader, I think I am more qualified to talk to Mr. Tian, ​​don't you?"

When Tian Feng heard this, he exclaimed in exaggeration, and at the same time cast an inquiring look at Jiri Batu.

I saw a trace of murderous intent flashing in Jiri Batu's eyes, but he quickly restrained himself and hid it. He stroked his chest and said, "Indeed, Your Highness An Luo is my next Shanyu in Beiyuan."

Tian Feng felt happy in his heart. He looked at the triumphant An Luo with great interest and said in a flattering tone: "I didn't expect that His Highness King Zuo Xian came in person, so I was so far away. I'm sorry, sorry, snow wolf ointment, right? Tian

I can't even take it out..."

Tian Feng's conversation suddenly changed. He had just mentioned that he wanted to send a few bottles of Jiri Batu, but now he didn't.

An Luo frowned and said, "What do you mean by Mr. Tian? This ointment is for Shan Yu's request. Is Mr. Tian really gone?"

Tian Feng sneered and said: "Why, His Highness King Zuo Xian has a hard time hearing? He said no, but he doesn't."

An Luo gritted his teeth angrily, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

At this time, a middle-aged man behind An Luo bowed his hands in the manner of a Han Confucian scholar and said, "Mr. Tian, ​​please forgive me. If Your Highness King Zuo Xian offends you, Shan Yu will definitely punish him personally after he returns."

"Yes, please be magnanimous, Mr. Tian, ​​and give me the magic medicine."

"Sir, please be magnanimous and give me the magic medicine."

Behind Zuoxian Wang Anluo, including Jiri Batu, all bowed and saluted. They all represented their respective tribes and forces.

Don't think that only the Han people fight among themselves every day, and there is no distinction between aristocratic families and family status.

In fact, the various tribes on the grasslands, which are slave societies themselves, have never stopped having internal disputes.

Seeing that everyone was respectful to a Han man, Zuoxian Wang Anluo's face turned white and blue at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he pointed angrily at Jiri Batu and others, and smoke filled his orifices.

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at the same time.

Satellite City No. 19, twenty miles outside Anyi City.

The New Year is approaching, and various satellite cities have also begun to distribute New Year's benefits.

Satellite City No. 19 is a newly established new city, and more than half of the population are newly arrived barbarians.

Among them, there are two largest tribes, the northern Xiongnu tribe led by Shanyu's two younger brothers, and the 100,000 Xiongnu cavalry who went south this time. Thirty thousand of them are from the Jiri tribe and obey the orders of the big leader Jiri Batu.

Bang~

"You don't know whether to live or die. This is silk that only the royal family can enjoy. Do you people in the Jiri tribe want to rebel?"

The two women were holding a piece of silk they had received. They were excited to go home and share their joy, but they didn't want to be kicked down halfway.

The residents in this neighborhood are all newly arrived barbarians, and half of them are from the Jiribe tribe.

As soon as the woman was kicked down, several young men from the Yoshiri tribe stood up.

"Brother Lunluo, what are you doing? Why are you attacking people from my Jiri tribe?"

"I think they are just looking for trouble. They steal our new cloth and beat our people."

"Return the cloth and apologize to Erma. She is Jiri Batu's biological sister."

"Yes, apologize, apologize quickly."

More and more pedestrians gathered on the street, and the faces of those guys with royal family backgrounds showed solemn expressions.

At this moment, seven or eight men came on horseback, and the leader whipped those who blocked the road.

"Go away, are your Yoshiri tribe going to rebel?"

Seeing the visitor, the originally aggressive Jiri tribe members looked at each other in shock, and all of them remained silent.

The few people who were surrounded by the crowd suddenly found the backbone, pushed away the crowd, and ran over with silk in their arms.

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"silk!"

The visitor frowned, looked at the woman in the crowd, and shouted: "Take her back and punish her accordingly."

"this……"

The knight behind him looked troubled, and stepped forward to remind him: "Fujimu Zhen, one of those two people is Jiri Batu's sister, and the other is his woman. If we just take them back like this, Jiri Batu will be blamed...

"

"What, you mean, people in Jiri Batu can wear silk?"

"I, that's not what I meant."

"It's okay if it's not."

Fujiki Mako said in a deep voice to the hesitant people: "You remember, relying on the Han people is just a temporary measure. After the winter, the Chanyu will lead us to wash away our shame. You just need to wait, but absolutely

Do not despise the royal authority."

"Yes." Several people lowered their heads and sighed in their hearts.

Fujikizhen looked at the Yoshihide people again and shouted angrily: "Don't you Yoshihide people be blinded by the Han people? It's just some food and cloth that prevent you from finding the north?"

Fujiki snorted coldly, pointed at the two women and continued to speak.

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted: "We are being blinded, but what about you? The clothes you are wearing were not given by the Han people? Your leather boots and riding crop were not given by the Han people? The delicacies you ate for lunch were not given by the Han people.

?Why can you enjoy it with peace of mind, but as long as we touch it, we are rebelling and being blinded?"

The people in the Jiribei looked at each other and quickly spontaneously protected the two women behind them.

When Fujiki saw this, he waved his riding crop and was about to hit him.

But when he raised his hand, he couldn't bring it down. A huge force came from his wrist, causing him pain to let go of the riding crop.
Chapter completed!