Updated: 2012-11-18

The old imam's actions shocked everyone. Because they could not see things and just listened to the voice and defended their positions, their actions were somewhat directionless. A little boy ran out of the tribe and helped the old imam continue moving forward.

Kurman Buick was stunned, but he didn't expect the imam to intervene at this time. However, he also felt lucky and did not start a war with Guangfu Town. After all, his son was likely to fall into the hands of the other party, and once the war started, he would undoubtedly die.

After bowing three times and nine times, he came to Teves Yama. The old imam whispered loudly: "The angel is above, and the border clan Iyali Kurban will give you a greeting. I am the imam of the Madayier tribe."

Angel is the name of the special envoy from the Central Plains Dynasty. Obviously, the old imam recognized that Guangfu Town was from the Qing Dynasty. To be honest, this old man missed the Qing Dynasty's policies at that time. In the words of later generations, he was also born in spring and grew up under the red flag. Because of the establishment, the Qing court had very little interference in the western border. People like the old imams were generally treated very well, so although they could not be called the old master, they at least did not feel disgusted. However, more than ten years ago, the entire land was occupied by the Russians, and the cruel military means used by the Russians to conquer Central Asia were always heartbroken. Therefore, compared with the two, instead of letting polar bears act powerfully here, it was better to restore the wild stockings of the Qing Dynasty.

"You can speak Chinese?" Tevesya was somewhat surprised. He didn't expect that the old man in front of him would speak Chinese to him. Although he was not a Han nationality himself, he had lived in the Northeast Insurance Team for several years and spoke Chinese very standard, otherwise it would not be his turn to come out today.

Kurman Buick stood aside on the horse and did not interrupt at this time, but just looked at the two of them.

The little boy next to the old imam who was holding him was trembling slightly. The imam patted his head with his hand and sent him back, then answered Tevesya's question, saying: "I have studied Chinese for a while with the Qing officials stationed here. I don't speak well, so I hope the angels will forgive me." In fact, he can also speak Mandarin and Tibetan, and his knowledge is very profound.

The conversation between the two of them greatly alleviated the tension on the battlefield, at least they didn't take action immediately. Of course, it seems that this is the limit now. Not to mention the losses caused by the Madayier tribe to Guangfu Town, it is impossible for the hundreds of corpses lying in the tribe camp to make things better.

In fact, this is no longer a question of who is right or wrong. Who cares about right or wrong in the face of deep blood hatred? No matter how high the old imam's prestige is, it cannot soothe this unforgettable hatred.

In the heavy snow, the old imam stood alone. Although his eyes were almost blind, he could see the current situation than everyone in the clan. The Madayier tribe has reached a critical juncture of life and death. It is easy to say that the foreign enemy is Guangfu Town, and internal troubles make people feel even more chill. After this rash and failed sneak attack, the patriarch Kurmanbuick has lost his prestige in the clan. Now if the situation cannot be stabilized by the momentum of hatred for Guangfu Town, once the conflicts change, the Kurmanbuick family will become the target of cleaning in the clan, both old and small, up and down, and no one can survive.

Kurman Buick is already in trouble, he knows it himself, and the old imam understands it too.

"What's wrong with all the angels sending celestial soldiers to our Madayier tribe?"

The old imam asked knowingly, as the saying goes, "I don't hit the smiling man with my hands up." Tevesya looked at the hunchbacked old man in front of him, and didn't know what to do for a moment.

At this moment, three cavalry rushed out of the cavalry in Guangfu Town. The skeleton mandible pattern painted on the mask of the leader was neither ordinary black nor blue like Tevesia, but red like blood. The old imam could not see it, so it was better, but Kurman Buick felt that the mask was always shocking. This man was in his early thirties and was very burly. He sat on a tall horse, wearing a white hood, and inexplicably with a shocking pressure in the wind and snow.

He was followed by two people, dressed in the same manner as Tevesya. Seeing this person coming, Tevesya saluted and the man waved his hand. Tevesya retreated to the side to take charge of the alert.

Although I couldn't see it, the old imam still knew that someone else was coming from the other side.

"Who is yours?"

"I am the leader of the First Cavalry Corps of Guangfu Town, Niu Wannian!" His voice was low, a little hoarse, and a faint cold voice. Speaking of which, he didn't have much emotion in his eyes, but others seemed to have inadvertently contracted his heart and mouth, and a chill surged in his body.

Kurman Buick was a little surprised. A person like Niu Wannian could never be just a thief. No matter how you look at it, they are all professional soldiers who come from the knife, fire, see blood, fight wars, and kill people. If he is said to be a vassal official of the Qing court, he would believe it.

"This old man, Niu spoke straightforwardly. Today I will only ask one question, how do you think the matter between us should be broken?"

The Madayier tribe looked at the old man, waiting for his decision, but this did not mean that they would accept the old man's decision.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet, and the wind and snow fell, filling everyone's eyes. Zhang Bing's body was lying on the ground and was gradually buried by heavy snow. The originally warm blood was no longer able to melt the falling snow, and the blood gradually disappeared in the heavy snow.

After pondering for a moment, the old imam raised his head and sighed, "This general, the cause of today's incident is in our clan, but it is hard to be good. In the end, I only want one thing."

Niu Wannian stared at the old imam, looked at the old man's white eyes and said, "Tell me!"

"If possible, leave blood for our clan, those children are innocent." After saying this, the old imam suddenly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed it into his chest with all his might! "Use my old life to pay for it, and ask the general to agree."

Niu Wannian nodded. When the old imam saw it, he fell down and finally smiled. He lay on the ground and shouted: "My tribe, Allah will bless you!"

Although the old imam used Chinese when talking to Niu Wannian, there were still several old people in the Madayier tribe who could understand the meaning of these words. Because of curiosity, the old imam said something in the front and the few old people at the back translated one.

When the old imam stabbed the dagger into his heart, the Madayier tribe fell into silence. The old imam, who was loved by the whole clan, died like this... and was forced to death by these tribe members.

Someone started crying...

Niu Wannian glanced at Kurman Buick at this time and said coldly: "Go back and start the war!"

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