Warring States Call

Chapter 1157 Five Clans Alliance
The spring breeze on the grassland inspires the growing vegetation, and the blue sky and white clouds here!green space!The soil under the feet floats into the distance with the fragrance of grass and the dung of cattle and sheep.

A boy who is not as tall as a horse is here to lead the herd and take care of his flock. It seems carefree here, but in fact there is a hidden crisis.

In the white tent, there are many imposing generals and men. Among them, the most outstanding prairie man is sitting in the center of the big tent. Just sitting on the top, I saw a man wearing a white sheepskin suit. His eyes are as deep as a wolf's. Every time he breathes the air around him, he shows his majestic masculinity. The two braids on the back of his head hang down neatly on his shoulders. The meat, put it into the mouth, the whole beard is full of oil, and there is a wolf tooth necklace on the neck, the rye-colored skin, weathered, looks rough and thick, and some purple red is faintly visible.

And the man on the left is even more strange. He took off his hat and put it beside him. Somehow, the top of his head was messed up. There was only the back part of the hair, and the front half of the hair was only a few scattered hairs. Root, the back was naturally braided by him, hanging down on the back, with a pair of deep black eyes, as if he could see through the abyss of the Teng River, he picked up a roasted rabbit leg with one hand, and ate it happily. From time to time, he wiped the oil and water in his hands on his clothes.

Compared with these two people, the remaining three people are not so obtrusive. Sitting opposite the whip man is a man dressed in black leather. The braid on his head is made of some animal bones. The formed rings, the size of knuckles, are fixed on the hair obediently, drinking milk wine, staring at the crowd all the time, not knowing what they are thinking.

And the person below is not so strange, wearing ordinary fur, with a mace ring made of rope on his head, tied to his forehead, with an eagle feather stuck in his ear, rubbing his hands vigorously , I don't know what I'm doing, although it's mediocre, but no one wants to underestimate this man, this man's determination to kill is comparable to those sitting here.

And the last person, different from everyone else, always wears his own fluffy hat, and keeps rubbing the bone with a dagger in his big rough hand, as if he is doing nothing, but he is wearing a big tiger skin, which is imperceptible. It is a bit more mighty and domineering, and there are all kinds of generals standing behind them, silently, even though there are milk wine and fat lamb bones in front of them, they always put their right hands on their waists It can be said that he is always vigilant on his saber.

"Heroes on the prairie are the supreme wolf king, the wolf god we believe in, and with his arrogant call, we bind our fate together! Come! Let us drink the last drop of fine wine for our destiny! "Genghis Khan, with double whips on his head, raised the ox bone cup in his hand!His face was proud.

"Temujin! Don't be in a hurry to drink this wine! You are so anxious to call us! What's the matter! Tell us directly! At first we thought we were catching a sheep, but if he is a wolf in sheep's clothing! I won't do it lightly!" The man with the whip sitting beside said calmly.

"Nurhachi! Don't get excited! The wine is brewed by the most beautiful women on our prairie. They use their own sweat to make wine. Don't you men in Donghu look down on our women and wine!" Genghis Khan looked at Nurhachi with a smile .

This is undoubtedly an expression on the side, you don't drink and look down on me Temujin.

"Drink!" Nurhachi looked at Temujin, raised the milk wine in his hand, and drank it down.

"Good! You are indeed the most burly wolf master in Donghu! The wolf god will feel your sincerity, and he will bless you in the sky!"

"Temujin! Don't talk nonsense! If you have something to say, just say it!" The man sitting below with a bird feather on his head said with a trace of impatience.

Temujin looked at him and said with a helpless smile, "Everyone here represents the four clans of Yiqu, Shanrong, Beidi, and Donghu! This alliance of our five clans has never existed on the grassland for hundreds of years! Genghis Khan smiled slightly, and glanced at the man standing at the door of the tent, and saw that he was wearing a black wolf fur, holding the horse-head knife in his arms, Temujin immediately clapped his hands and said: "Kubla Khan!Bring them in! "

"Understood!" Kublai immediately got out of the big tent, and everyone was puzzled, what the hell is this Temujin doing.

After a while, there was the sound of crying and crying outside the city gate. Kublai Khan was holding the rope, and young women in scantily clad clothes held various things in their hands and looked at everyone in a panic.

Full of warmth and thought, the eyes of these superiors are like a greedy hungry wolf, annotating everything in front of them, as if they want to see them thoroughly, but Nurhachi's eyes are different, condensing the eyes in the hands of these women Some of them were bronze wares, some were cloth brocades, and some were packed in boxes, but when he came in just now, Nurhachi saw clearly the crystal clear white substance inside, which was table salt. This kind of thing was extremely scarce. Grasslands have become an indispensable thing, gradually becoming the lifeblood of life.

Genghis Khan stroked his beard, and said calmly: "The humble and incompetent Linhu, Loufan and Xiongnu, these three tribes were oppressed under the iron hoof of Zhao in the Central Plains, and they lost their temper! Their fangs were smoothed by women. Now, their bravery has been trampled and obliterated under the iron hooves of Zhao! They are incompetent, but they occupy the fertile land, everyone! Are you willing?"

"Humph! Zhao is considered a big country in the Central Plains, and even the combined forces of their three clans are no match for them! What do you want to do!" Nurhachi was thoughtful, and Temujin might have seen this aspect of what he had thought in his mind.

"Central Plains! These years have been controlling our lifeblood! Ironware! Salt! These two things are indispensable, but often a cow can only be exchanged for a small jar of salt, and they control the ironware even more! If things go on like this! We will only fight to the death for the benefit of the grassland! But they can enjoy the fertile land in the Central Plains! Are you willing?"

"Tiemujin, it's useless to say so much! In the fertile land of the Central Plains, there are dozens of countries, large and small, and there are four or five other big countries like Zhao! Now, we are overwhelmed by one country. Don't be angry, let alone other princes!" The man in tiger skin immediately objected
"That's right! Although the Central Plains is constantly fighting internally! But externally, it is the same. How powerful Beidi was back then, it was not defeated by the five-nation alliance in the end!"

(End of this chapter)