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Chapter 223 Yellow Fish Tribe
The sound of horseshoes sounded on the edge of the grassland and the desert, and ten warriors of the Yellow Fish tribe galloped on horseback, closely following their leader.It has been almost three hours since he galloped endlessly, and he didn't stop to rest. He just ate two bites of biscuits and drank a few sips of water.

There is nothing to say, the patriarch in front has orders, they just need to obey.What's more, even Hu Che'er himself didn't stop, so what can they complain about?

In the blood of the prairie people, they worship the strong and believe in the god of longevity.

In their eyes, morality, ethics, and strategy, such things that cannot be eaten by hunger and cannot be worn by cold clothes, are not as good as a piece of sheepskin.

But no one can deny the importance of resourcefulness, no matter whether you admit it or not, those who master resourcefulness will be the future winners and the final masters.

The Han people understand this truth. The sages have left countless classics, so they have been passed down for thousands of years. After going through the catastrophe, the sky is turned upside down, and the sparks will never stop. Every outsider on the land of China, there are nothing more than three kinds of fate waiting for them: failure, subjugation, Genocide.

Of course there is no need to say more about failure, but the subjugation and extermination of the nation mentioned here are still somewhat different.

For those who have subjugated their country, their race still exists, but their country is no longer a country. The Mongols are the best example. The creation of the Yuan Dynasty, in that era, they won, but in less than a hundred years, where was the glorious empire?The golden family has turned into smoke and clouds of the past in the fishing sea, a handful of yellow sand.

The noble blood is sprinkled on the ground, and after it dries up, it still smells fishy, ​​and it also attracts the sucking of flies.

But this kind of ending is better than extermination. At least when Mongolia is mentioned, people will turn their attention to the grassland outside the Great Wall. At least people still know the existence of Mongolians.

But after the two Jin Dynasties, where is the Wuhu who has caused chaos in the world now?Whether it is Xianbei or Qiang flute, when it was raging, there were less than 40 Han people in the world, but now. . .Oh, not to mention their king, even their people have become a rarity.

Is there really no awakened person outside the Great Wall?

No, Kublai Khan a hundred years ago is one of them. He realized the importance of strategy, so he reused Liu Bingzhong and created the Great Yuan.

A hundred years later in this life, there is another person who realized it, and his name is Hu Che'er.

Hu Cheer, one of the five talkers in Ganzhou, is also the leader of the Yellow Fish tribe on the grassland.

The Yellow Fish Tribe was originally called the Yellow Goat Tribe many years ago, a small tribe with a population of less than [-].Really want to talk about the harvest, and not much.Once there is heavy snow in the cold winter, life and death depend on a bit of luck. Every winter, there are always more than a hundred lives left behind.

This situation gradually changed after the man named Hu Che'er married the patriarch's daughter and became the patriarch.

Hu Che'er is also a pure Mongolian. He wears a dirty and greasy Mongolian robe with an unusually long upper body and a hem that only reaches his knees.When it was cold, he wrapped himself in a sheepskin.Dark skin, a big beard braided like his hair, greasy and shiny, and a smell of sheep all the year round.

From the appearance alone, this is a typical Mongolian, but his behavior is very strange. He always has a Han Chinese book called the Analects in his arms, and he takes it out to read it when he has something to do. No one knows. He could see something in it, but the difference he made to the Horde was there for all to see.

He changed the name of the tribe from the original yellow sheep to the current yellow croaker, because he said that on the Han side, yellow croaker is gold, and gold is everything, which can make everyone live a good life.

He was also the first tribe to show goodwill to the Han people. When the Han people left the customs, he provided information and even secretly sent troops to help.When he met a Han Chinese caravan, he ordered the tribe not to plunder, but to escort a section, only charging some gold and silver fees.

A Mongol who is willing to rely on the Han is undoubtedly an outlier on this grassland.There were quite a few opponents in the clan, but they disappeared without a trace in the end.There are countless tribes outside the clan who are hostile, but in the end. . .It was also swept by the Han cavalry.

Afterwards, life gradually got better, with food and drink, and even when the white disaster three years ago came, not a single member of the tribe died.

When the old patriarch was dying, he took his hand and said: "It is right to entrust the tribe to you. You are the hope of my Mongolia."

A small tribe with a population of less than [-] has grown to a population of [-] today, and the leader of a large tribe near Ganzhou with a population of [-] is second to none. He deserves the praise of the old patriarch.

Turning around the hill and looking up again, the familiar homeland is already in sight.

"Hurry up, arrive earlier, and you can rest earlier." Hu Che'er turned around and said, ten knights whipped their horses, squeezing all the strength of their partners.

About a quarter of an hour later, the horse's hooves finally crossed the gate of the camp.

Turning over and getting off the horse, Hu Che'er slipped the whip in his hand back to his waist.Just as he was about to order a few words to rest early, the guard behind the door said first: "Patriarch, someone is looking for you."

"Who?" Hu Che'er turned his head, and saw under the moonlight, a huge bald monk holding a gift in one hand, looking at him with a smile.

"Beiping Daoyan, I have met the leader of the Yellow Fish Hu Che'er clan."

"Beiping? Daoyan?"

As one of the gateways to the Central Plains, Peiping went out to conquer the Great Wall several times and had many interactions with tribes on the grasslands. They also tried to appease them secretly under the sword and gun.According to Hu Che'er's usual style, he was naturally one of the tribesmen who were won over.

He did not dare to be disrespectful to anyone coming from Peiping, but this was a monk named Dao Yan. . .

Hu Che'er thought carefully in his mind, but he never thought of such a person.

Is it really from Peking?Having this doubt, Hu Che'er asked, "Are you from Prince Yan?"

"Exactly." Dao Yan nodded, and then gestured towards the most luxurious yurt in the center of Yingdi: "The night outside the Great Wall is cool, I have heard for a long time that the patriarch admires the etiquette of the Han family, and the poor monk waited for the patriarch all night. Does the poor monk go in and talk?"

Hu Che'er frowned and didn't answer for a while.

"The poor monk is alone, the clan leader doesn't need to worry too much." Daoyan said with words, raised his hand and shook it gently twice to indicate that there was no sharp weapon hidden on his body.

"Without a knife, it doesn't mean you can't kill people." Hu Che'er snorted coldly, with a rough appearance, but a cautious inside: "I have seen the martial arts of you people from the Central Plains before. A man with a grass can kill a man with a knife. You can't explain anything with empty hands."

"What does the patriarch mean?"

"How do you prove that you are the envoy of King Yan?"

"The patriarch asked the poor monk. I don't know what the patriarch thinks, how can the poor monk prove it?"

"Heh." Hu Che'er suddenly pulled out the scimitar from his waist and pointed at Dao Yan: "Your identity is suspicious, so I'll kill you!"

"The patriarch said so, but the poor monk has an idea." After the words fell, the monk in a moon-white robe stood behind Hu Che'er, and lightly pointed at Hu Che'er's back. After a while, he smiled and said: "If you can kill but don't kill, the poor monk may not be able to prove his identity as the envoy of King Yan, but maybe he is also qualified to enter the patriarch's tent and chat for a few words?"

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　　PS: The writing of these chapters may be a bit dull, and the cat knows it well, but it is for the next big picture, and it is really not exciting to pave the way for this thing. . .

　　
　
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