"From now on, I will be the Khan of the Meerbo tribe!" Boshenghuo Meerbo repeated again. He looked at the generals under his seat and said coldly: "Does anyone not convinced?"

As soon as Boshenghuo Meerbo said this, all the generals of Meerbo bowed their heads and dared not answer. The attacks on the grasslands in the north of the Mobei Province were frequent, and the Khan of various tribes died in the battle. It was natural to establish the Khan. Although Boshenghuo Meerbo was known for his uselessness, Haidu Khan also repeatedly told his tribe that after his soul returned to the heaven of immortality, he would pass the Khan throne to him and then to his Aisun Tachi Meerbo. Haidu Khan died in battle, and the generals were wandering and had no master. Boshenghuo Meerbo established himself as the Khan and took on the burden of leading the tribe, which was tantamount to giving the entire tribe a hope. Just now, Boshenghuo was not greedy for the warm mountains and soft waters in the south, and was determined to fight to the death with the powerful Xia Kingdom, which was completely different from the usual mediocre and uselessness.

After a while, Timur leaned on the ground and said respectfully: "Bo Shenghuo Dashen!" The generals then woke up. According to the etiquette of seeing the Khan, he leaned on the ground and said loudly: "Bo Shenghuo Dashen!" The voices were of different heights, but no one dared to refuse. Seeing the generals surrender, the personal soldiers arranged by Bo Shenghuo Maibo around the tent raised their spears and scimitars and shouted "Bo Shenghuo Dashen!"

For decades, the generals chosen by Haidu Khan were all loyal to the Meerbo family. Considering that the eldest son was known for his uselessness, the commander and centurion assigned to him were not unruly, but instead chose Bo Shenghuo's confidants. When the Meerbo people heard the call from the central army, they knew that the Khan had been established, which was also the rule of the grassland, so they cheered together, "Long live the Khan!" The voices rose higher and higher, echoing on the vast grassland, and went straight to the sky. Because Haidu Khan died in battle, the depressed tribe that was defeated by the Xia Kingdom also dissipated a lot.

"Khan, this time I returned to Mobei and fought with the people of Xia. Please let the last general take the lead!" Timur's face was gloomy. He was not sure about the decisive battle, but only determined to fight to the end. Most of the generals thought so. When Haidu Khan was alive, the Mobei tribe was still afraid of Xia. Now Xia has destroyed the lord of the Mobei tribe, and the momentum is as strong as the sky. Fighting with him is like hitting a rock with an egg. Some generals are even more afraid of the decision of Bo Shenghuo Khan. In case of defeat, they will lead their troops to escape. There is always a place to stay in this vast grassland.

Bo Shenghuo Meerbo patted Timur's shoulder with praise, looking at the expressions of the generals one by one, as if to see through their hearts. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "The enemy is large and I am few, but the enemy is strong and I am weak. Why do you want to fight them in a decisive battle?" Bo Shenghuo took out a simple map of the entire grassland, which was bought from the caravans he had passed by, including many of the changes and marks he made with his pencil.

"When the wolves hunt the strongest, should they kill the weakest?" Bo Shenghuo asked, and the generals were unclear, and two or three people replied: "Of course the weakest." "When fighting, do you shoot someone else's shield or his body?" Timur said in a deep voice: "Chain his face and neck."

Bo Shenghuo smiled slightly and said in a deep voice: "That's true that we do not fight with the Xia army, and specifically attack those pastures with weak defenses. Let the tribe and herders know who is the master of the grassland. The Xia people divide the grassland into many small pieces, so that the shepherds who depend on them can settle down. Although it is conducive to grazing and reducing internal struggles to grab the pastures, it has huge flaws."

Looking at the generals' expressions of a daze, Bo Shenghuo picked up two stones and placed them on Hengsai Fort between the Ulugu River and the Tuwula River, Duhan City on the west bank of the Xuelingge River, and said in a deep voice: "This is the most tightly defended place in the Northern Army of Xia Guoan. In the past, they guarded the front line of the Ulugu River, and the ranch east of the Ulugu River had been operating for a long time. The Yinhu cavalry commanded like an arm and used fingers, so we had no gaps to take advantage of it, and even if we had to attack, it would be difficult to succeed."

He picked up another stone on the east bank of the Wula River and said in a deep voice: "This is where Father Khan's tent is."

The generals of the Meerbo looked carefully and made a sound of "Oh" and "The King's Prison is here". Bo Shenghuo sighed secretly. The Meerbo people were the bravest on the grassland and were loyal to the tribe. However, most generals were not only illiterate, but they did not even recognize the fine map. They only recognized the mountains, rivers and rivers depicted by the simplest strokes.

"The Xia Kingdom wants to cross the Tuwula River and turn this area into a settled pasture. The few people in the northern desert can only use the newly acquired tribes as the Yinhus. They may even select warriors among the Yinhus and establish new legions to protect this land. These people are still doubtful about the Xia Kingdom and are difficult to use. The grassland is so vast that the Xia Kingdom cannot protect it thoroughly with limited cavalry. As long as we show this, these tribes will be doubtful and the Xia Kingdom will not establish a consolidated rule. This grassland will know who is the real master."

The thousand men contemptuously said, "What if the Xia Kingdom ruled the tribe like a grassland tribe? Then wouldn't there be no weaknesses that can be attacked?"

"That's impossible," Bo Shenghuo said in a deep voice. He emphasized his tone, "That's absolutely impossible." But he did not tell the general the reason. So many troops and troops followed a general nomadic, so it was simply to test loyalty with the greatest temptation. Bo Shenghuo felt that in this case, there was almost no difference between such a legion and a dependent tribe. When the critical moment, it would be difficult for the general to reject the temptation of rebellion and independence. "Only land and settlement can the tribes be loyal to the State of Xia, not a certain general."

Bo Shenghuo sighed in his heart. He originally wanted to suggest to his father Khan that the Meerbo people would also establish settled pastures like the Xia people. Not only could they feed more tribes, but if the time was right, they could even simply surrender to Xia. According to the convention of Xia, they were named the founding duke, and even like Shu and Kang countries, they could be named as the subordinate royal family. Who could have expected that the Meerbo people now became life-and-death enemies with Xia and they worked hard to study the advantages and disadvantages of the Xia country system, but in the end they became enemies with Xia.

"What if the Xia Kingdom concentrated the cavalry to attack us?" The thousand-time captain Huchaer said with confusion on his face. The same is true for all the generals. In the past, the tribes would bring violent revenge on the robbery of the Xia Kingdom ranch.

Bo Sheng said coldly: "We have no elderly, weak, women and children to retaliate and attack them." He smiled like a self-deprecatingly, but his words were deeply painful, and continued, "The grassland is so vast, and we don't fight with him, how can they attack? In the future, we have accumulated enough strength, but we will stir up the generals of Xia's country to go deeper, that is, when we avenge them." He pointed to the vast grassland east of the Ulugu River, close to the Liao country's vast grassland, and said in a deep voice: "If the Xia country's army comes to attack, we will avoid the Onan River and the Luza River. No matter who is the emperor, the Khitans will definitely support us and the Xia country in a difficult situation. In the next few years, we will attack the pastures of the Xia people and attack the lonely Xia army, while forcing the small tribes on the east side of the grassland to continue to surrender to Meerbo."

Bo Shenghuo even had a general idea of ​​the logistics, mobilization and the cost of sending troops of the Xia army. He knew that even if the Xia army rushed to attack and attack, he would not spend a long time on the deserted grassland Gobi with Meerbo, but he had no time to explain it to the generals at this time. Finally, he said in a deep voice: "The most important thing in front of him is to return to Mobei immediately, so as not to forget those weak tribes. The Meerbo tribe is the master of this grassland."

Seeing that he was confident, all the generals were convinced and praised the immortality of the world, which made the Melbo tribe a wise Khan. Although the generals would not explain the Khan's plan to the tribe one by one, their confidence also affected the lower tribes. When they returned to the grasslands of their hometown, no one opposed it. The herds drove away the cattle, sheep and horses, and the convoy also turned around and moved slowly against the north wind. The Melbo tribe had a new Khan, and the red sun rose on the grassland, and the light was shining.

That afternoon, the 7th Battalion of Chengying finally arrived in Dunhuang after several months of trekking. According to military rules, ordinary soldiers lined up at the barracks to check and then took leave and returned home. The officers in charge of the army also needed to go to the marching department to hand over military affairs. Zhao Xingde and Wang Tongdeng handed out the documents and waist signs in the marching department. It was almost dusk and it suddenly started to snow.

The snowflakes were flying and the wind was cold, but Zhao Xingde felt that his blood was boiling. Wang Tongdeng said something about "It's really snowing in the Xiaoxue solar term, it's really strange!" and he was all in his ears. Just now, the marching Sima Han of the marching department had a face and ordered the two to "wait for treatment and come and report every three days." He didn't care about all his words. He just hurriedly said goodbye to Wang Tongdeng, climbed up his saddle and pressed his surging mood, but he ran away from his composure.

The baggage was discharged in Chengying's military camp, and the Dayuan horse ran in a small step. Sitting on the horse, shaking, Zhao Xingde felt his heart beating violently. He thought to himself, "Is it because he is close to the hometown?" A new moon in the sky, curved like eyebrows, sparse cold stars counted, like starry eyes flashing, and the snow covered the road, as if her fair face. There were few people along the way, as if he was the only one riding in the world. The soft snowflakes were rising, and they couldn't bear to shake off even if they fell on their shoulders. Zhao Xingde slowly drove towards his home, wearing the cloak they had sent at home.
Chapter completed!