The wind roared on this land, the sheepskin tent was wide open, and the messy snowflakes fell from the door curtains and heads, and the flames in the fire pit were dying. Curren, one of the eight major tribes of the Khitan tribe, grabbed a few pieces of dry cattle and sheep manure and threw them into the fire pit. Watching the flame seedlings devour them, he looked dazed and motionless, allowing the snowflakes to fall all over his body.

"Clan leader, the chiefs of the other seven tribes are all here..." Curron's slave stood respectfully outside the tent.

"Oh..." Curran didn't even want to raise his eyelids and whispered: "Please come in."

Then there was a sound of footsteps of cracking ice and snow, and then several figures of different heights appeared outside the tent, "Curun, we were invited before dawn. What's the matter?" It was a tall and thin Khitan man, wearing a blue-gray fur, a narrow face like a knife, a hooked nose, and a brown-yellow skin. Even when facing Curun, the chief leader of the eight tribes, he still seemed very impatient and his tone was not kind.

This is Tormu, the leader of the Yuling tribe.

Everyone was silent.

Curran looked at everyone with a smile, as if he had not heard the disrespect in the man's tone, and he called everyone in:

"Come on, it's cold outside the tent, drink a cup of hot milk wine to warm your body..."

The tribal chiefs of the eight Khitan tribes sat together, and the slaves quickly brought the warm milk wine and cheese. Curran warmly greeted the guests to eat and drink, but there was a faint gloom between his eyebrows. Everyone was secretly guessing in their hearts, and only took a sip of the wine. The chief of the Riren tribe asked, "Brother Curran, call us here early in the morning. What are you going to discuss?"

When Curran heard this, he couldn't hide it anymore. He put down the wine glass in his hand and sighed heavily: "I have not hidden it all night. Today's matter... is of great importance, and I dare not make arbitrary decisions, so I summoned everyone to discuss it together."

"Last night, an envoy from Qi came to hold our department accountable."

Everyone was in an uproar, and a chief asked anxiously: "The people of Qi come to take accountability late at night? What's the matter?"

"Three days ago, more than 20,000 marinas passed through our territory and attacked Yingzhou. Gao Baoning sent people to ask us why we didn't inform them and why we let the marinas pass through our territory..." Curron lowered his eyes, "and let us send troops to cooperate with them to counterattack the marinas."

After a lifetime of blows, everyone opened their mouths, not knowing what to say, Tormu, the chief of the Yuling tribe, snorted coldly:

"The Qi people are so unreasonable. The people who attacked Yingzhou were the Muhe people, not us Khitans! Why should we push the responsibility to us Khitans? We also asked us to send troops to cooperate... Humph, Keren, you can tell them that this is their Gao Qi and the Muhe people themselves, don't involve the responsibility to our Khitans!"

The eight Khitan tribes elected the supreme leader once every three years. Tormu should have been taken over this year, but Curren finalized the transaction with Northern Qi and was deeply loved by the herdsmen of the eight tribes, so he had to be re-elected, which made the boss of Tormu dissatisfied, and he had to use Curren as a raft in his words.

After hearing this, Curren's face turned bad. Ruo glanced at Tormu with a meaningful look and said, "Yes..., I'm also very surprised. This man from the Marx has nothing to do with me, Khitan. Why did the Qi people come to us... I want to defend them, but later I had to agree to them. Do you know why?"

He said: "The Marines passed through our territory, and that's enough."

"If we breach the contract, we will bear joint and several liability."

Tormud was about to speak, but Curren said, "I'm still very strange. Why did the Marines pass through our territory, but I don't know, brothers know?" He looked around everyone, and everyone's faces were very confused. There was 20,000 Marines, and the movement would never be small. Once the news was received, the Khitan would immediately go to war with Marines, where would the Marines run to Yingzhou? Could these people have flew over with wings?

Most of the living areas of the Mittes overlap with the Khitan territory. The Khitans are nomadic peoples. The residences of the Khitans during the Eight Tribe period, from Chaoyang to the south, from the Xilamulun River to the north, from Chifeng to the west, and from the Liaohe River to the east. Relying on the Chenshui River, they are distributed in the current Laoha River Basin in the west, and from the Nuruerhushan area in the east. Northern Yan, Northern Wei, and Northern Qi have successively used force against the Khitan and forcibly interrupted the rhythm of the Khitan unification. Now some Khitan tribes live in Yingzhou and Pingzhou, while the Mittes mainly fish and hunt, and some live on grazing. The division of territories is complicated and cannot be explained in a short while. However, north of Yingzhou, it is certain that there are no large Mitte tribes, most of them are Khitans and Xi people, so it is difficult to explain these more than 20,000 Mittes!

Everyone was shocked and suspicious, and Tormud was also shocked and confused, but his eyes were drifting and he was a little panicked. He looked pretending. Curren knew it in his heart and said thoughtfully: "That is, there are insiders among us, let those migrants pass by."

He expressed his reasons: "First, those mars are not 1,200, but 1,200,000. If we were swaggering from our territory, we would not know. Second, those mars did not harass our tribe, and went straight to Yingzhou as soon as we came up... It can be seen that there were premeditations. We Khitans were blocking the mars between the mars and Yingzhou. Although there were mars who would have been invaded Bianyingzhou in the past, it was only 1,200, and even if it was a big one, they were not familiar with the route, but this time they were familiar with the path. If there was no introverted to guide the path, what would it be?"

"Curen! What do you mean? Do you mean I, Tormud, let the militars come in?"

Tormud couldn't sit still at first, and fell down the wine bowl and stood up, angrily.

"Yes." Curren was too lazy to lay the groundwork, "Your territory is narrow and long, and it runs across the north and south. Only you are the most likely to let the migrants come in without being discovered by others!"

He sneered, "Besides, you are the most hostile to Qi. Since our Khitan and Qi formed an alliance to carry out border trade, you have been complaining. It's not you, was it me, Curren?"

Since this window paper has been pierced, Tormu is too lazy to hide it anymore. He stood up angrily and sneered, "So what if I did it? I, Khitan, have an irreconcilable grudge with Qi State! In the past, Qi ruler Gao Yang made a northern expedition, tens of thousands of tribes were captured as slaves, and hundreds of thousands of cattle and sheep were robbed! Have you all forgotten?! Now you tell me that you don't want to take revenge, and you will buy you a little bit of goods and money, and be a dog lying at the feet of the emperor of Qi State!" His eyes were red and he shouted angrily: "You are not worthy of being the descendants of the Khitans!"

"...We Khitans also had quite a few times when they attacked the border!" Curran hammered the ground with his fists and said, "In the past, the Khitans had no choice but to go to Qiren to grab it! Now we can exchange goods for goods in a dignified manner, and we can get more! There is no need to fight with Qiren anymore, no need to bleed, and there will be so many warriors who will die in vain. What's wrong with this?"

"The Turks have been expanding to the east, and the Marines have also gone south to compete for the grassland with us. Goguryeo is not a good bird... The wild wolf that has not yet grown can only pick up meat and bones to eat after following the tiger!" The powerful anger that broke out in an instant shocked the leaders. The gradually old Curran is now like a crazy wild wolf, forcing Tormu to retreat. He stared at Tormu and paused, "Kitan... don't live the life of treating a broken iron pot as a family heirloom. We must have dry food and a house like the Qi people!"

"And you... want to turn the wonderful prospects of Khitan into nothing, I will never allow it!"

He gritted his teeth and plucked his cheeks, "For Babu..., please die!"

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The strong wind whistled in my ears, and the blood condensed into ice. The elite border troops guarding the three states entered the vast grasslands in the north. After chasing for two days, they intercepted the Martellers who were fleeing north. Then there was a bloody massacre. The Qi people chased each other and pulled out dozens of Martell tribes. When Curron arrived with his tribe soldiers, he saw a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and the mists were everywhere. Along the way, he followed the traces of flesh and blood.

Under the flag with a black background and red seal was an array of cavalry. The iron armor and weapons flashed with dazzling cold light in the snow. A general in green robe and black armor slowly came out of the array, pressed the chin of a whip with a whip, and asked, "Why did you offend me?"

He did not shout loudly, but the breath of death in his tone was heavy on everyone's heart.

Most of the face of the leader of the Marine was covered in blood, and he said sadly:

"It's too heavy to have a way out..."

"So you enter the border of our dynasty and act recklessly?"

"The heaven of immortality is unfair. You were born in a warm house, and we..." He laughed slutty, "We... can only curl up in a tent, in a cave when winter comes, and you can't stand it and freeze to death... You have the best iron tools, we can't beat you, but... we don't accept it..."

"How can there be so many fairness in this world? If you are not a Qi person, there is no fairness."

Gao Baoning raised his eyebrows, left the leader of the Mart who had only breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered:

"Then chase northward, and the army will not seal the sword for ten days!"

Holding Tormu's head, Curren humbly lowered his head to Gao Baoning. Gao Baoning glanced at them and said, "As long as you are peaceful, the disaster of swords and weapons will not come to you..."

The good news soon reached Yecheng. Gao Wei was silent for a long time and granted the eight Khitan chiefs as officials, each with the fifth-rank general, and designated their respective territories. On the surface, this was grace, but in fact it was divided. The officials were very puzzled. Zheng Yu came to ask about the holy intention, and the emperor only answered one sentence: "What I want is a few hunting dogs, not a wolf."

The split Khitan was far more conducive to his rule than the unified Khitan.

The nomadic peoples have fought with the Central Plains people for thousands of years. The rise of every Central Plains dynasty will make the grassland blood flow into a river. The reason why they can survive is because they can tolerate it. After all, these people are the real successors of Goujian because they only believe in strength.

If you obey you today, you may rebel against you tomorrow.

But it doesn't matter, nothing can be solved by time...
Chapter completed!