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Chapter 419 Bo People
When the rich aroma of mutton soup wafts through the air above Ganluchuan New City.

The heroic story of the eagle's journey of a thousand miles to find its master quickly spread among the people.

Everyone has heard about it, so of course our own family needs to know even more.

The Mansion of the Mighty General.

The divine eagle Xiao Jin, worshipped by all the people of Kansai, looked aggrieved at this moment.

After finishing its mail delivery yesterday, it ate a hearty meal of lamb and then had a good sleep.

After a good rest, it's time to get back to work.

The master's order was for it to return and stand by at the front lines!
But before leaving, Xiao Jin thought about going back to the Mighty General's Mansion to see the human cub it loved most.

It is different from the Rat King.

The Rat King favors his closest and most loyal follower, Fatty.

It likes the one that smells of milk.

What puzzled Xiao Jin was that the human cub, who smelled of milk all over, seemed to grow particularly slowly.

They grew up together, and it's almost time for it to get married, while its partner is still a cub.

It can't fly.

It can only walk.

If you walk any faster, you'll trip and fall.

The eagle, which used to help its owner look after the chicks, was now extremely worried about the growth rate of this little one.

despite this.

It shares a similar mentality with the Rat King: no matter how ugly, stupid, or slow-growing their own offspring are, they cannot be disliked.

Since it was taken to the border town, then traveled to the commercial capital, and then to the southwest, more than three months have passed without seeing it.

I still miss her.

Little Yuanyuan, who was playing in the backyard of the General's Mansion, was also very happy to see Xiaojin.

With a "whoosh," it pounced on her enthusiastically.

Before, when we met, we would hug and kiss each other, and I would spit drool all over its face.

After completing this standard greeting routine, while Little Gold wasn't paying attention, the little rascal nimbly flipped over and climbed onto its eagle's back.

He also gave clear instructions:

"Xiao Jin, take baby Feifei and let's go find our mother together!"

Granny Wang, who was in charge of the kitchen of the general's mansion, wanted to cook eight special meals a day for little Yuanyuan.

Even if you only eat three to five bites at each meal, it's enough to make you gain weight.

Now, it's getting rounder and rounder.

In addition, it's already very cold outdoors in winter, and the little guy was wrapped up in a fur coat and sheepskin snow boots, making himself look like a round little ball of flesh.

According to modern scales, his weight is over forty pounds.

Xiao Jin was completely unprepared and was stunned by the forty-odd kilograms of water hitting him.

The human cub on the eagle's back looked like a moving mountain of flesh.

Before long, it was so heavy that it could hardly breathe.

Oh oh.

The culprit that made it unable to breathe was a pair of small, swollen hands that had appeared on its neck.

The eagle that was swaggering around outside was suddenly choked by a cub!

How could it possibly have the strength to fly with such a fleshy ball?

It can even carry prey weighing tens of kilograms with its claws.

But this is on the back.

It couldn't carry it.

Even if you try to scratch it with your claws, it won't dare.

Why don't you dare?

It has dropped live sheep several times in mid-air.

Those sheep fell and died horribly!
It doesn't even want to think about whether it can save the life of a human cub if it were to drop it.

Little Jin struggled in vain, and could only let out a hissing sound from its throat:
“Chirp.”

When Yuanyuan heard the two eagle cries, she thought that Xiaojin had agreed to take her flying.

A silvery laugh rang out from its back: "Hahaha, Little Gold, you agreed? Little Gold is awesome!"

Little Gold is awesome!!
This is an amazing voice-activated device. Every time Xiao Jin hears this, he gets so happy he's dizzy, like a worthless, silly white eagle.

Look at it, it quickly put in the same fierce effort it used to grab five sheep, frantically flapping its wings.

He was so strong that his big, beady eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Huff, huff"

A cold wind swept around them.

"Huff, huff"

It stirred up a cloud of snowflakes.

The sculptor did its best!

The eagle really can't be lifted!

The human cub on its back, seeing its perfect takeoff posture, kept gripping its neck and urging it on:

"Little Gold, fly fast, fly high!"

My baby's current dream is to go to heaven!
I left her and ran away that day, and the baby was very angry.

You've been gone for so long and haven't come home yet. Go find your mother yourself!
Didn't they say that Xiao Jin could find her mother?

Then she took Xiao Jin to find him!

Seeing the little girls struggling for a long time but unable to fly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

What a risk, what a risk.

It's all thanks to Miss being so round.

They knew the young lady's temperament well and didn't dare to go up and pull her off the eagle.

Moreover, they couldn't pull it!
The only thing they could do was surround the eagle and its offspring and let them pull at them.

After finishing his last exam, Fatty, who had just returned from the academy, witnessed this infamous scene of "Mount Tai pressing down on him".

Finally, a reliable person has arrived!
Hope shone in Little Gold's eyes, and it flapped its wings even more vigorously.

The reliable fat boy watched his excited sister, his teeth chattering.

If you try to force him down, he might get beaten half to death.

Don't ask why you came to this conclusion.

After being beaten by his younger sister so many times, he naturally learned how powerful she was.

Having barely escaped the clutches of a human cub, Little Jin didn't want to waste a single moment on her business trip, disappearing into the sky above the General's Mansion in the blink of an eye.
Bashu, thousands of miles away.

The Guanzhong army, which had advanced triumphantly and defeated the Miao and Qiang people, now encountered its strongest opponent yet—the Bo people!
It's a little embarrassing to admit.

The advance force was ambushed by the Bo people.

If they hadn't run fast, the casualties would have been extremely severe.

General Gan, who was guarding the king in the royal tent, felt his mind go blank when he heard the messenger mention the so-called Bo people.

In her previous life, she couldn't recite all 56 ethnic groups by heart.

But, the Bo people, the Bo clan.

This was truly the first time she had ever heard of it.

Emperor Qianwu was not one to suffer a loss, so he quickly had someone find a leader of the Bashu Tu ethnic group who had voluntarily submitted to the Yongtai Dynasty to educate the generals about this Bo ethnic group.

The head of the aristocratic natives who was summoned was about thirty years old and not very tall. He kowtowed to Emperor Qianwu with trepidation.

Then, in somewhat broken Mandarin, he began to explain the origins of the Bo people.

"These Bo people are descendants of the Xia Dynasty remnants and Shang Dynasty prisoners of war, whose ancestors all lived a nomadic life."

They made great contributions during King Wu's conquest of King Zhou, and the leader of the Bo people was even enfeoffed as the 'Marquis of Bo' by King Wu. Later, the Marquis of Bo established the Bo State in Bashu.

Since then, the descendants of the Bo people have multiplied in the southwest for nearly two thousand years and have preserved their customs intact.

During this period, there were several confrontations with the central government.

They emphasize survival of the fittest when raising offspring, especially boys, with competition taking place from birth to adulthood.

Bo men who are not physically strong will never be able to find a wife in their entire lives.

As a result, the men of the Bo people developed a fierce, violent, and ruthless temperament.

The Han Chinese living nearby would avoid the Bo men whenever they saw them coming down the mountain in groups, as they simply couldn't afford to mess with them.

They never accepted the control of Han Chinese officials; within the tribe, the strong were respected, and only the strongest and most powerful men could become their leaders.

Therefore, they grew up through practical experience from a young age.

The wars with the Han people can be traced back two thousand years.

Compared to them, the Miao people are all inferior!
(End of this chapter)