The battle was finally over. Zhang Yi and Black Whirlwind, who were used to working together, had a tacit understanding of how to deal with the aftermath. Some escorted a group of women to get food, while others were responsible for cleaning up the slaves in the tribe, giving them weapons and valuables, and inciting them to rebel.
Regardless of whether they were willing to join the horse bandits, as long as they did something subversive, they could create some trouble for these tribes. There were also people responsible for counting the cattle, sheep, valuables, weapons, and valuables in the village.
Black Whirlwind could no longer laugh. It was not because he did not manage to steal any valuables, but because he had stolen too many valuables. He could not possibly transport so many cattle, sheep, and valuables back to his nest. Seeing that he had to give up some valuables, he felt a pang in his heart.
The horse bandits occupied the best yurts in the Pasumi tribe and ate the best food to replenish their strength. Once they were energetic, they excitedly threw themselves into dividing and collecting the valuables and women.
Of course, they did not get carried away. Even though they knew that the escaped herdsmen would not be able to find reinforcements so quickly, they still set up a sentry post thirty miles away. This was to ensure that once the enemy approached, they could immediately escape.
The owner of the magnificent yurts in Xiao Mumu's tent had changed. Black Whirlwind was walking outside, feeling distressed as he pondered how many valuables he could not take away. 'Little Flying General' Zhang Yi was in the tent interrogating the original owner, Xiao Mumu.
"Arrowhead, as far as I know, your tribe has at least seven thousand bowstring control warriors. How did they all become old, weak, women, and children? Where are the people? Could it be that they're all dead? "
Zhang Yi leaned against the soft silk bedding. On his knee was a woman with an enchanting body. The tent was very messy. The bedding was not even folded. Arrowhead Xiao Mumu had woken up from his sleep and hurriedly ran to fight. The woman on Zhang Yi's knee was one of Xiao Mumu's beloved concubines. Her name was Tuoba Ruoran, and she was from Dang Xiang Qiang. She was a very beautiful woman, but now she had become a plaything on Zhang Yi's knee.
As Zhang Yi asked Xiao Mumu, he patted the woman's round buttocks lightly. He even hit a spot. Yang Fan casually sat down at a table in the side room. Listening carefully, Zhang Yi was actually filming 'The General's Order'.
Xiao Mu Mu glared at Zhang Yi with a venomous gaze and did not say a word. Zhang Yi chuckled and waved his hand indifferently. "Drag one of his sons out and kill him!"
"Wait!"
Suppressing his anger, Xiao Mumu said in a low voice, "The Khan has ordered all the warriors to gather at Xue Yantuo tribe."
Zhang Yi leaned forward and asked, "What is Gu Gulu gathering his troops for in this heavy snow and cold winter?"
Xiao Mu Mu said, "It is said that they have received important information from the Tang people. They want to send troops to capture the Tang people's cities and seize their wealth and women. This time, all the tribes that participate in the war will keep whatever they seize. There is no need to hand it over, so … all the tribes have sent a large number of troops."
"Oh?"
Zhang Yi straightened his back and pinched the plump buttocks of the beauty. He pretended not to care and said: "I heard that Gu Gulu is bedridden? He actually still has the mind to attack the Tang dynasty. Could it be that his illness is fake? "
Xiao Mumu swallowed his anger and said: "The Khan is indeed ill. Now the one in charge of the military is Moke Yabgu."
Zhang Yi grunted and continued to ask for information. Xiao Mumu was under someone else's roof and did not dare to not lower his head. However, his knowledge was limited and he could not get any more useful information out of him. Zhang Yi gave Yang Fan a look and said: "Alright, escort them out and pack up the goods as soon as possible. This is not a place to stay for long."
Yang Fan agreed and brought a few people to escort Xiao Mumu and his family out. As soon as they left, Zhang Yi ordered his men: "Go! Guard outside the tent. If anyone comes, tell him to wait for a moment! " With that said, he reached out and tore the clothes of the beauty on his knees. With the sound of ripping silk, a pink and curvy butt leaped into view. Tuoba Ruoran exclaimed in surprise and Zhang Yi pounced on it with a smile.
Yang Fan escorted Xiao Mumu and his family out of the tent and walked towards an even larger tent nearby. That was where Xiao Mumu usually gathered to discuss matters. It was very spacious and there was not much furniture inside. Currently, some of the tribe's chief stewards and their families were all locked up here.
As Yang Fan escorted them back, his beard gradually fell off due to the wind. Of course, this falling of his beard was done by him, but no one else knew.
Half of Yang Fan's beard had already fallen off, but he was still 'unaware'. He swaggered in front of everyone and entered the tent where the nobles were locked up. Looking at the nobles, he arrogantly said: "All of you stay here. We are the people of the 'Little Flying General'. We only seek wealth, not to kill. As long as you are well-behaved, you won't lose your life!"
When the nobles in the tent saw that half of his beard had fallen off, their gazes at him suddenly became a little strange. A child was surprised and wanted to shout. Fortunately, his mother discovered it and hurriedly pulled him into her arms. Her hand that was hidden under her big sleeve gently covered his mouth.
After Yang Fan gave the order, Xiao Mumu and his family were also escorted in. Yang Fan walked out again. As soon as he turned around, the beardless side of his face suddenly reflected in Xiao Mumu's eyes. When Xiao Mumu saw his appearance, he was shocked and almost tripped on the carpet.
Yang Fan went out, the curtain was lowered, and the guards with knives were guarding outside. The nobles in the tent suddenly surrounded Xiao Mumu. Someone whispered: "Big Arrowhead, that person is disguised!"
Another person said: "Do horse bandits need to hide their head and show their tail? Will there be any problems with these people? "
One of the tribal elders stared at Xiao Mumu and asked in a trembling voice, "Big Arrowhead, last year on the 8th of May, when worshiping the gods, the Mozi Yabgu brought his sons with him. Do you … Do you still remember what his sons looked like?"
Xiao Mumu couldn't believe what he saw. When he heard the question, his face suddenly changed and said: "You also saw it? Is it really him? "
The elder said: "If my old eyes are not blurry, this person must be him!"
The other nobles looked at each other and asked: "Big Arrowhead, who are you talking about?"
The two largest Turkic tribes were the Ashina tribe and the Ashina tribe. Later on in the Khitan Kingdom, the Yelu Clan and the Xiao Clan were connected by marriage. In order to resolve the conflicts within the tribes and bind the two tribes together, the Ashina Clan of the Turkic Royal Clan and the Ashina Clan, the largest tribe outside the Khitan Clan, were also connected by marriage.
The Ashina tribe worshipped the sun, and the Ashina tribe worshipped the gods. In order to unite the two forces, the Turkic people combined the sun and the sun, using the sun as the god and the heaven as the name, forming the custom of worshipping the sun. Every year on the 8th of May, the leaders of the Turkic tribes would gather together and build a high platform on the open grassland to worship the gods.
Almost every noble would attend this grand festival. Xiao Mumu and the elder were the representatives of their tribes who had participated in the worship last year, and both of them had seen Ashina Musi. The other nobles began to ask the two about it, and when they were certain that the person they saw was Ashina Musi, the entire tent was in an uproar.
"Why would Ashina Musi do this? Our Ashina tribe has been connected by marriage with the Ashina tribe for generations. "
"I say, could it be because of that bloody battle eighty years ago when our two tribes fought over the Qi Gar Plains?"
"That can't be, it's been so long since that war …"
Even though the two tribes had been connected by marriage for generations, it was inevitable that there would be many wars. For a moment, some people even remembered the grudges that had been sown between the two tribes decades ago.
Xiao Mumu lightly shook his head. "That's impossible! Our tribe has had a rather good relationship with them over the last few decades. There's no reason for them to pretend to be bandits just to take revenge on us because of an old grudge from decades ago. Besides, if it was because of this, then he should have killed all of us. Why would he spare our lives? "
The elder thought for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed. "Arrowhead, I heard that the Khagan's illness is very serious this time. The great shamans of the various tribes have all been invited, but none of them can do anything."
Xiao Mumu did not know why he was suddenly mentioning this matter. He nodded. "That's right, I also heard that the Khagan's illness this time … why are you bringing this up?"
The elder said with a gloomy face: "The Khan has a son, but Moçe Yabhu holds great power. If anything happens to the Khan, it is very likely that the one to inherit the Khan's throne will not be the Khan's son, but the older brother, Moçe Yabhu will be the next Khan."
Xiao Mumu thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. "That's right, this possibility is very high! However, this is the matter of the Ashina tribe. The throne has always been produced in their tribe. What does it have to do with our Ashina tribe? "
The elder said, "I am afraid that the Khan's sons are not willing to see the Khan's throne fall into their uncle's hands. Ever since the reign of Qimin Khan, our imperial court has established the system of establishing the heir to the throne, if there is no heir to the throne, the descendants are superior to the younger brothers. Although Mokesha Yabhu holds great power, he is, after all, not legitimate. If he wants to buy the tribes to support him, he has to pay a price, and to pay a price, he needs money … "
Xiao Mumu's face changed when he heard this. The elder's words were clearly saying that Mokesha Yabhu saw that his elder brother was dying. In order to seize the throne, he sent people to pretend to be bandits, plunder the wealth of the tribes, and then buy the hearts of the tribes. This reason was undoubtedly more convincing than the bloody war between the two tribes eighty years ago.
Even if the people of this era often traveled far and wide, it was not as common as the movies, television, newspapers, and the internet in the future. In this era, very few people knew that there could be people who looked exactly the same in this world. From the start, they never thought that the person who looked exactly like Ashina Musi could be someone else in disguise.
"We have to pretend that we don't know anything about this matter! We can't let him see any flaws, or we will all die! "
Xiao Mumu's expression was solemn as he exhorted the nobles. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "If we can escape with our lives, I will personally see the Great Yabhu of my tribe and report this matter to him!"
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