This script is going to be cool [Rebirth]

I learned from Uncle Wei that Ashina's tribe is in full swing, massacring other Turkic tribes wantonly, treating them like pigs and dogs.In just a few years, only five or six Turkic tribes survived in the entire grassland.Now they are wandering around, not daring to rest for fear of being caught by Ashina.A month ago, the leaders of these surviving tribes jointly wrote a confidential letter and sent it to Uncle Wei, expressing their willingness to form an alliance with our dynasty and fight Ashina together.

Uncle Wei had many concerns, the most realistic being the fear that these guys would turn him down.If we fight Ashina with blood and blood in the front, and lose both sides in the fight, and these surviving Turkic tribes become the yellow sparrows behind, bite us back before the battle, and then sit back and enjoy the benefits, then we will be too wronged.

However, I feel that refusing to form an alliance will have nothing more than two consequences.One is that they were engulfed by Ashina's tribe, and fed a mouthful of fat to Ashina, who is greedy;Therefore, non-alignment will not ease the already bad situation.As for who is the oriole and who is the praying mantis, facing Ashina's giant cicada, there is no way to say it. It's really meaningless to care about it. It's better to have the courage to try and treat them all as dead horses as living horse doctors.

So Uncle Wei secretly invited their envoys according to my intention, expressing their willingness to form an alliance.In order to show my sincerity, I went to meet this Turkic messenger in person. Unexpectedly, this messenger turned out to be a tall girl with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a tall figure. She seemed quite beautiful at first glance, but the Turkic babbling made my brain hurt. .I had no choice but to push my prime minister out to support the situation.Who would have thought that the great prime minister would be astonished as soon as he appeared on the stage, and he would speak fluent Turkic dialect.

The Prime Minister stood between us and acted as an interpreter, perfectly demonstrating how important it is to master a foreign language.The girl first asked me if I was the supreme "king" of the Northern Court, and I replied yes.She introduced herself, her name was Alan San, and she was the daughter of a tribal leader.Her tribe was persecuted by Ashina, and her tribe was almost killed.Her father has agreed with the leaders of the remaining tribes to form a single tribe in an attempt to counterattack the Jedi.Now that our enemies are one, we can be good friends.

I said that friends can naturally be friends, but I don't know if they are superficial friends or sincere brothers.Alan Sang knew what I meant, and directly mentioned that her father wanted to see me. My doubts would naturally disappear after meeting her father.I feel good going back there. I wonder when your father will come?Alan Sang said that her father would not come, because people in the Central Plains have always been dishonest.She can take me alone to her tribe and meet her father.

I was stunned for a while, and before I had time to express my opinion, Zhong Bochen slapped the girl like a bean.According to the explanation of Uncle Wei, who was on the sidelines and knew a little bit of Turkic, Zhong Bochen reprimanded her for being uneasy and kind.Where did their "holy king" condescend to set foot on the desolate grassland, go deep into the enemy, and meet aliens alone?I almost didn't laugh.I am also "Holy King", Zhong Bochen is not too shabby to add this modifier.

I was wondering if all Turkic dialects had this accent, but Alan Sang had already started to argue.She and Zhong Bochen were talking to each other, fighting with each other, and not giving in to each other.I couldn't get in the conversation, and Uncle Wei's half bottle of jealous Turkic language was useless, so I could only sit next to me with a plate of melon seeds and wait for the two of them to finish their argument.After about half a stick of incense, Alan Sang was defeated with a face full of reluctance, and agreed to let her father and other leaders come to a village across the mountain from the border gate, while I went out for a private meeting Neither of them brought soldiers and horses.

Zhong Bochen didn't seem to be satisfied. After translating Alansang's words to me, he asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, should you send someone to secretly investigate Alansang's identity? I am afraid that the Turks will trick me."

But I smiled and advised: "It's almost enough, don't offend others anymore. You see, you are so angry with this little girl that your mouth is puffed up. I think her father is really sincere about talking about cooperation with me." Yes, and she is indeed the chief's daughter. Because from the girl's words and demeanor, it can be seen that she is definitely of noble origin. The Turks are martial but illiterate, and most of them are illiterate barbarians. This girl can confront you It has been so long, my father must have been enlightened, and he has been taught well since he was a child. From this point of view, it is already a great sincerity that the other party is willing to send his precious girl as an envoy. If we are too strong, we will miss our allies. "

"Hmph, are you very knowledgeable, the king of the Central Plains." Alan Sang suddenly said something in the Central Plains dialect. Although the accent and pronunciation were a bit strange, it was still clear.The three of us were shocked, and Uncle Wei even sprayed a mouthful of tea all over the floor.Zhong Bochen's face turned dark, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he asked, "Since the girl understands the Central Plains dialect, why do you still use Turkic?"

"Hmph, trouble." Alan Sang rolled Zhong Bochen's big eyes, folded his arms in front of him, and raised his head to ignore him.Zhong Bochen held back his internal injury, and suddenly ran out of words for a long time.I laughed so hard, looking at the domineering Alan Sang, and Zhong Bochen who expressed his need for comfort with his small eyes, I suddenly felt that this girl was quite interesting.After laughing, I agreed with Alan Sang's proposal and asked her to go back and tell her father that the king would like to go to see him alone, but he had to bring my prime minister to translate.

"I'll see you tomorrow, I'll wait for you." Alan Sang walked out proudly with her hips crossed, turned over and jumped onto a big white-haired horse, and galloped away with a flick of the whip. The exhaust gas and dust from my buttocks made me cough.Zhong Bochen pointed at Alan Sang's back angrily and chewed his tongue: "I have never seen such a smooth-tongued woman. It's really uneducated."

"Come on. She can be regarded as a "princess" among the Turks. It is brave to dare to serve as an envoy. Besides, why do you care about such things with a little girl! Hurry up and get ready, and accompany me to see the Turks tomorrow." I stretched, turned around and went back to the tent.

At dusk the next day, Alan San came again.Riding a horse to rush through the checkpoint without even saying hello, kicking over the soldiers all over the place.The soldiers were aggrieved, and Uncle Wei helplessly asked the big guy to give way, not to be rough with the woman.Alan Sang sat on the horse, his almond eyes widened, pointed at Wei Shu with his riding whip and said loudly: "You, hit me?"

"Grandma, please stop for a while." I came over on a pony with a small package on my back, and Zhong Bochen followed closely behind me: "Are you afraid that others will not know your identity?"

"You need to know." Alan Sang raised his eyebrows, sorted out the language order, and said with a strong foreign accent: "I just want to let the people of the Central Plains know that their holy king met the Turkic princess. If the Turkic princess dies Well, Wang just doesn’t keep his word.”

"Hey, you are still leaving yourself a way out." I patted the snorting horse's head: "Forget it, my king respects you. Please lead the way."

With a smug smile, Alan San gave his horse a hard thump, and rushed out along the way she had come.A group of poor soldiers were busy training. Instead of slowing down, Alan San pulled the reins and jumped over, scaring the soldiers so that they jumped on the spot.Uncle Wei was so angry that he jumped up and scolded: "Such a large open space is not enough for you to run! You must hit someone on the head and run up!"

Zhong Bochen and I tried our best to chase Alan Sang, who was having fun in front of us, feeling miserable in our hearts.Alan San's horse is really a good horse, and all four hooves are all phantoms.In contrast, our horses were trembling as if they hadn't eaten for three days.Seeing that Alan Sang was about to leave us behind, I was so angry that I turned my head and shouted to Zhong Bochen: "Find a way to get the whole stallion in Turkic hands and come back to match a batch! Grandma, look at her horse with short legs, run away!" Get up like you're about to take off."

As soon as the words fell, Alan Sang stopped not far away, and threw his whip into flowers provocatively: "Central Plains people, greedy!"

Yes, this Turkic princess has pretty good ears.

At the foot of the mountain, Ma Deng couldn't go up the mountain, so he could only be tied to the foot of the mountain.We groped and climbed up the mountain little by little. It took more than an hour before and after, and the night had completely dimmed.I was so tired that I was out of breath, and asked Alan San in a low voice how far away it was.Alan Sang pointed to the dark distance like a normal person: "Hurry up."

I wiped the sweat off my brow, rubbed my legs and gasped.Zhong Bochen half-kneeled beside me and said, "Your Highness, I will carry you on my back."

"You are really a loyal servant. So the king of the Central Plains is so weak?" Alan Sang "boasted" Zhong Bochen eccentrically, and teased me by the way.Zhong Bochen glared at her: "Our king has been seriously injured many times, even on the head. You are a noble Turkic princess, so you should respect our king."

Alan Sang snorted dissatisfiedly, and suddenly stretched out his arms to support me.I was full of emotion, but Zhong Bochen said coldly, "Let go!"

Alan Sang was slightly startled, and subconsciously let go of his hand.Zhong Bochen embraced me in his arms, and looked at me coldly: "If a man and a woman don't know each other, the princess respects herself."

"Stupid Central Plains people." Alan Sang was annoyed, turned around and left.The long braids at the back of her head slapped my forehead like a dick, almost knocking my hat off.I suddenly remembered the scene of being "harassed" by the ponytail of the girl at the front desk in elementary school, and the days when I was kicked with a hammer by my female deskmate, and I couldn't sit still on the desk.Never thought that little girls in this world could be so tough.I don't know which military value is higher compared to General An Yige'an, the only daughter of the Ministry of War Minister, and her.It's just that General An is much more restrained than her.

After all, I, the weak king of the Central Plains, was not willing to let my loyal servant carry me.The mountain road is not easy to walk, if Zhong Bochen accidentally slips, then we will have to roll to an unknown place.Zhong Bochen supported me, and when I was about to die from exhaustion, I finally reached the top of the mountain.I squatted on the ground and breathed heavily. Alan Sang pointed to a tent that could already be seen clearly and said, "That's right there. Hurry up, Father and the others are going to wait."

I don't know how long we were late from the agreed time, all because my weak old legs couldn't move, so I could only rest for a few breaths.I knew I couldn't delay, so I was just about to pat the dust and get up.Zhong Bochen suddenly pressed my shoulder and shouted in a low voice: "Your Highness, something is wrong!".

I was pushed back to the ground, lying on the grass and not daring to move.Alan Sang also seemed to have noticed something strange, and hid beside me and looked over nervously.I saw a person suddenly walking out of the tent.This person is eight feet tall, burly and strong, wearing a red fur coat, and is too far away to distinguish his specific appearance.He looked around, then jerked his arms up.The grass near the tent suddenly swelled up with black "soil bags", and after a closer look, those "soil bags" turned out to be well-disguised Turkic people.Roughly estimated, there are a hundred people.

"Ashina!" Alan Sang exclaimed, stood up and was about to run down the mountain.I was terrified, and hurriedly grabbed her clothes, dragged her back, and turned my head to look down the mountain.

Is that Ashina?I widened my eyes trying to remember what he looked like.At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the tent, and several elderly Turks were kidnapped by Wuhuada.I was panicking when Ashina suddenly looked in our direction, as if piercing through our hiding place through the dark night.I was so frightened that I stopped breathing, clutching a handful of dry grass tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Fortunately, Ashina looked away in the next second.He turned to look at the few Turkic people who were tied up, took a big knife and slashed at them.

Alan San suddenly lost his mind, broke free from my arms and slid down the hillside.Zhong Bochen immediately jumped up and held her by the waist, not caring about whether to give or not to kiss her.Alan Sang frantically patted Zhong Bochen's hands and cried.Zhong Bochen hurriedly covered her mouth, but he was half a step too late.

"That's my father!" Alan Sang's voice seemed to be the cry of a broken eagle with its wings broken, and it was extraordinarily stern in this silent night.I watched the white light flash before my eyes, Alan Sang's father and other Turkic leaders were beheaded by Ashina one by one, and the heads rolled out several feet, blood splashing on the tent.

Zhong Bochen made a decisive decision, forcibly picked up Alan Sang, then lowered his head and picked me up, and ran back.I was rolled all the way by him, almost sitting on the ground and slipping down the hill.Alan Sang growled, roared in Turkic, and kept kicking and kicking.There seemed to be the howling of Turkic people behind me, and I wondered if they were climbing up the mountain.

Alan Sang scratched the clothes on Zhong Bochen's back, seeing that Zhong Bochen was about to be unable to carry her, I quickly took out a pack of medicinal noodles from my pocket, and slapped Alan Sang on the face.Alan San suddenly became limp and passed out.

This is the Mongolian sweat medicine I brought before my arrival, and it is the best self-defense product Shangguan Xia gave me.Generally, those who steal children's paihuazi use this.I originally thought that if Alan San cheated, I could use this thing to wait for an opportunity to get out.Never thought such an accident would happen!

We went down the mountain successfully.At the foot of the mountain, Uncle Wei and a group of soldiers came to meet us, presumably Zhong Bochen left behind.Zhong Bochen put Alan Sang on the horse in a hurry, and said to Uncle Wei: "Go quickly, something has happened." Uncle Wei didn't dare to say more, he quickly grabbed me on the horse, and escorted me all the way back to the pass.

I huddled in Uncle Wei's arms and looked towards the top of the mountain.Ashina's red fur appeared in a flash, as if thousands of cold lights were wrapped in murderous intent, heading straight for my forehead.

I shivered, and my heart sank to the bottom in an instant.