choke element

Lakshin's nephew Mahamu slept soundly last night.

Among these thousands of households, Mahamu was the bravest and most ferocious person, and he was also the one who was most enthusiastic about galloping across the grasslands and resolutely opposed going south to attach himself to the Ding Navy.

There are more than 110 elite fighters under his command, and he is the strongest among the hundred households that Lakshin's thousand households belong to.When he went south, he slaughtered a tribe of Wangu and robbed some horses and cattle. The income was very rich, but he also lost more than a dozen old subordinates, and then captured more than 30 people from the tribe that was slaughtered. The young shepherds are full.

The herdsmen on the grassland are all good fighters.Among them were a few young men who were able to turn left and right on a galloping horse and shoot from the back, fast and accurate.Therefore, after Mahamu slaughtered this tribe, he gained both property and manpower, which is undoubtedly a profit.

However, the new group of shepherds were not loyal enough after all, and there was still hatred in their eyes.It is necessary to bring blood on their hands and let them know the benefits of killing and looting, so that they can truly be of one mind with me, Mahamu Baihu.

For this reason, Mahamu has always disapproved of going south to join the Ding Navy.Under his rough face, there is a delicate heart. He has long known that once a strong man on the grassland surrenders to the regime in the south, it is like a wolf turned into a dog.Maybe he can eat more, but his strong instinct will definitely fade away, just like those who have been going south one after another over the years, and have been made into an army by the Jurchens, all of them are rotten.

However, his uncle Lakshin Qianhu was a coward and had to bring all the tribesmen south.As a result, the benefits have not been obtained, and the Haner slaves in his own hands were deprived first.How stupid is that?This is gouging out his own flesh and giving it to the men of the navy to eat!
For this reason, Mahamu quarreled with Lakshin Qianhu many times in a rage, and almost fought several times, but Lakshin's fear of Genghis Khan was engraved in his bones, and the disputes have been fruitless.Until last night, Lakshin finally made up his mind, and the future he showed to Mahamu was even better than Mahamo's original imagination.

It turns out that Genghis Khan is about to march westward with all his strength, and the eastern part of the grassland will soon become a land of no man!At this time, if you move quickly with one step, you can move faster. In the end, it will not only be the joy of burning, killing and looting on the grassland?Maybe you can live a sweaty addiction!
With such good expectations, Mahamu went back to his family's camp, and went through all the property of his family.He fell asleep satisfied that every man was ready for battle, that every horse was fat, that even women, sheep, and slaves were ready to go.

This sleep was so sound that when Na Ke'er rushed into his yurt and shook his shoulders vigorously, he couldn't wake up.

It wasn't until Na Ke'er started shaking his head that Mahamu opened his eyes wide.

With a backhand slap, he slapped Na Ke'er staggering a few steps: "What are you doing? Can't you talk nicely?"

Na Ke'er fell to the ground on his back, his face full of panic: "Qianhu...Qianhu is dead!"

"what?"

Mahamu sat up abruptly, only feeling dizzy.

What Na Keer said next, Mahamu didn't listen at all, he rushed out of the yurt shirtless, jumped on a saddleless horse, and rushed into the Qianhu tent like a whirlwind.Two people at the tent door stretched out their hands to stop them, but Mahamu slammed them open.

Then he saw Lakshin's staring dead body, the wound below his throat and the deep black color of the surrounding area after the coagulation of blood.

Uncle Lakshin was good to Mahamo.Perhaps out of a sense of compensation for his sister and brother-in-law who died young, he gave Mahamu the post of Baihu and twenty cavalrymen who started his family. Part of it was assigned to Mahamu.

The moment he saw the corpse, Mahamu felt a little bit of grief in his heart.

But the grief was fleeting.The warriors on the prairie are as tough as iron, as cold as snow falling from the sky during a white disaster, and alert and vigilant, like rams standing guard for the tribe.Those who can't do this are not qualified to be the leader of the tribe, and they are not qualified to control a thousand households under the pressure of Genghis Khan.

In Mahamo's impression, his uncle Lakshin was such a person, and he himself wanted to be such a person.

"Who is the murderer? Who did it?"

Several people around shook their heads together, and someone said in a low voice: "Batuer, who was on duty at night, entered the tent in the morning and found that Qianhu was already like this. They said that no one had entered or left the tent, and the guard posts around the camp did not see any special movements. ..."

Mahamu cried out and knelt down next to Lakshin's body. He looked closely at the wound and confirmed that the wound was caused by a sharp knife. The muscles and tendons were cut so smoothly that the muscles contracted suddenly , exposing the blood vessels and trachea to the outside.

This method of cutting the neck is commonly used by the Mongols. It can be used to kill sheep, horses, and horses.

Of course, experienced butchers can also directly cut open the chest, and stretch out their hands to cut off the large blood vessels above the heart, so that the blood will accumulate in the body, but if you use that method to deal with a living person, why would you need two or three companions to help, otherwise it will be useless The law restrains the hands and feet that move around.

There is no doubt that it was a Mongolian who killed Lakshin Qianhu, and there was only one person.And this person is very familiar with the rules of camping!
Who did it?Why is he doing this?
Could it be that someone was dissatisfied with the decision of the Great Khan to return to the grassland?
Once Lakshin Qianhu dies, the entire Qianhu tribe will fall apart at any time. My strength is not enough, not enough to control this Qianhu!At this time, who will be the cheapest?Damn it, damn it!Such an ambitious person will definitely destroy the great cause that Qianhu built with his own hands!

Mahamu stood up abruptly, staring at the other people in the yurt with his blood red eyes.At this time, no one dared to enter the yurt without the status, even Lakshin Qianhu's Na Ke'er, Batu'er, and even slaves and Bouler were not eligible.

This tribe of thousands of households was formed after the rise of Genghis Khan by many scattered Mierqi tribe and Wanggu tribe. It has only been five years since it was included in the name of the Great Mongolia.Therefore, many things follow the most traditional and straightforward process on the grassland.For example, after the death of Qianhu, only the eleven people in the account are qualified to discuss the cause of death and even discuss the follow-up issues.

Eleven centurions.Before Mahamu arrived, there were four people in the tent, and after Mahamu arrived, six people arrived one after another.

"Last night, who was on duty around the big tent? Someone entered the tent and killed Da Khan, and everyone on duty deserves to die!"

"It's Batu Sono of Thousand Households." Hamaruddin, another powerful centurion, replied, "I've already sent someone to investigate."

"Bring it in! Ask here! Ask in front of everyone! Are you trying to hide something by asking secretly?" Mahamu shouted violently.

These words are simply accusing Hamaluddin of being suspected of murder.Hamaluddin was furious, and was about to curse, but was persuaded by several centurions around him.

Several centurions shouted outside immediately, asking their subordinates to bring Sono.

Ermubu who was standing on the other side of the tent suddenly said coldly: "Qianhu died so strangely, could it have something to do with those Haner envoys? After all, something happened to Qianhu as soon as they arrived! After all, we just decided to return to the grassland , something happened to Qianhu!"

There was a little silence in the tent.

Most of the hundreds of households are not as reckless as Mahamu, nor as sinister as Ermubu.They immediately thought that it was last night that everyone decided to return to the grassland, and it was a secret decision that was completely hidden from the Han'er envoys. It is really unlikely that the Han'er envoys killed people because of this.

However, with such a big incident, the murderer must be found next.During the process, many centurions must have disputes with each other. It would not be bad if someone of sufficient status was present to witness.

At this time Mahamu shouted: "Then bring them too! Ask them on the spot!"

It was inconvenient for everyone to object, so they went along with the flow and sent someone to invite Ge Qingshu and his party.

Na Keer, who delivered the order, rushed to the big tent where the Dinghai envoy was resting, bumping into Ge Qingshu and ordering him to pack up.

This Na Ke'er has a bit of a brain, knowing that the death of a thousand households will disturb the whole tribe, so it may not be appropriate to fall out with the messenger rashly at this time.So he kept the basic etiquette, found Ge Qingshu, the leader of the envoy, and told him the situation.

Ge Qingshu was startled, and asked repeatedly: "What? Qianhu died? How is it possible? Who did it? This... this... When we were drinking yesterday, wasn't he still fine? This... ...how do I explain this to my commander?"

Na Ke'er replied: "The centurions are investigating the situation in the big tent. Please ask the envoy to go with me and be a witness."

"Okay, let's go!"

Ge Qingshu casually ordered a few companions, and left.He rushed to the outside of the tent in a hurry, and bumped into a subordinate leading a horse, blocking his way.Ge Qingshu was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He couldn't wait patiently for a few breaths. He raised his hand and whipped down a few times, which made the subordinate's face covered with blood: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"