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Chapter 136 People from the Central Plains on the Grassland

In Liu Tieniu's original words, that is: this kind of person has mastered the grassland, and Lao Liu and I can lead an army of [-] troops to destroy the Turkic country in seven days.

Although Liu Tieniu's words are a bit exaggerated, it can be seen how disappointing Tujile is.

Fortunately, there is Chaketai behind Tujile to support him, otherwise Wen Tao really has to consider whether to kill Tujile directly and exchange Tujile's head for Menglan.

Uh... well, this sentence is more ruthless than Liu Tieniu's bragging.

Gossip aside, the journey of [-] miles, under the whip of a fast horse, arrived in a day. Looking at the Wutu City in front of him, Wen Tao took a deep breath and ordered people to go and shout.

Not long after, a young man wearing a brocade robe and a long gold belt around his waist came out surrounded by a group of Turkic people.

"@￥%...&*" the Turkic babbled a lot at Wen Tao and the others, which made Wen Tao and the others confused.

Winking at Liu Tieniu, Liu Tieniu immediately stepped forward and said loudly: "Speak the Central Plains dialect, we don't understand your ghost language."

After Liu Tieniu finished speaking, a group of Turkic people on the opposite side looked at each other, not knowing what the black and strong man in front of him was talking about.

"People from the Central Plains?" After talking with the Turkic people on the opposite side for a long time, a very old Turkic old man asked with an awkward accent.

"That's right, hurry up and find someone who can speak the Central Plains dialect." Liu Tieniu, who had waited for a long time, waved his hand impatiently when he saw someone who could understand him, and said loudly.

The old man talked a lot with the young Turkic man, and the young man was startled, and quickly stepped back, shouting in Turkic language he couldn't understand, and thousands of soldiers outside the city immediately surrounded Wen Tao and others stand up.

"His grandma's!" Liu Tieniu cursed, and threw the kit that Wen Tao handed him towards the Turkic crowd.

Unexpectedly, instead of picking it up, these Turkic people squatted down with their heads in their hands, for fear that the kit would hurt themselves.

Wen Tao couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene. This group of people must have been bombarded by Mu Nuojia's red cannon, otherwise it would be impossible to be so frightened.

Seeing that there was no abnormality in the kit, a soldier, scolded by a group of Turkic officials, carefully opened the kit with his gun, revealing the paper inside.

Seeing that there were papers inside, the group couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Even the young man who was the most embarrassed just now coughed pretendingly, and stretched out his hand for the soldier to pass the paper over.

"Boom!" Seeing the Turkic man holding the paper in his hand, Wen Tao suddenly yelled, the voice was so loud, it was really like a bomb exploding.

When the group of Turkic people heard this sound, they hugged their heads and fell to the ground, not even the weapons in their hands.

The Turkic man with the paper in his hand stood on the spot at a loss, crying loudly and muttering something incessantly.

"Hahaha!" Seeing this scene, the soldiers of the trapped camp couldn't help laughing, especially when they saw the man in the brocade robe and jade robe with snot and tears, they beat their feet and chest, and laughed out of breath.

Wen Tao couldn't help laughing himself, and he was sure that these people were stunned by Mu Nuojia's cannonball, and they thought it was an explosion when they heard the sound.

After a long time, the young man, who found that he was neither injured nor dead, glanced at Wen Tao and the others in shock, and checked the paper in his hand again and again, before he settled down.He kept yelling at and even swearing at the officials lying on the ground beside him.

Even if he couldn't understand Turkic, Wen Tao knew that this man was reprimanding these officials, why didn't he protect himself.

After the man finished reading the words on the paper, he said something to the people around him with surprise on his face, and then someone left in a hurry, and brought a middle-aged man over after a while.

After listening to the young man's words, the middle-aged man couldn't help but looked at Wen Tao curiously, then nodded and walked towards Wen Tao.

"Dear warriors, I heard that you are the helpers invited by Uncle Guo?" The middle-aged man asked Wen Tao in jerky Central Plains dialect.

Wen Tao didn't speak, but Liu Tieniu said, "Yes, we are here to help you defeat Mu Nuojia."

Hearing Liu Tieniu calling Mu Nuojia's name, the middle-aged man couldn't help showing a surprised expression, and then thought that these people came from the Central Plains, so he figured it out, but seeing that Wen Tao only had dozens of people, he couldn't help asking Said: "Just rely on you people, can you?"

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, he only heard a "clang", and the Central Plains man on the horse waved his hand. His forehead felt cold, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch it. A ball of black curly hair appeared in his hand, with a bald patch on the top of his head. It's like being pulled out one by one.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man couldn't help trembling and said: "Enough, enough!" After speaking, he quickly ran to the young man, his lips fluttering up and down, reporting something.

"Khan said that your presence is an honor for the grassland people." The middle-aged man imitated Wen Tao and bowed, then translated.

"It's our honor to fight side by side with Khan." Wen Tao got off his horse, nodded to the young man, and said.

The middle-aged man translated Wen Tao's words to the young man. The young man smiled happily and held Wen Tao's hand. He spoke a series of jerky Turkic words, which made Wen Tao confused.

Fortunately, there was a middle-aged man translating at any time, so Wen Tao understood what the young man said.

The young man was naturally Tujile, the unlucky guy whose family was slaughtered and who wanted to usurp power but was beaten.

But thinking about someone who was about the same age as me, who was tragically exterminated and seized power, and then tried his best to rebel against him, and finally failed. This is quite an inspirational novel.

Wen Tao couldn't help but slander, and then looked at himself, besides being handsome, capable, having many friends, and being pretty, what other advantages did he have?
With such a comparison, Wen Tao couldn't help but let out a long sigh, this girl is too reckless.

After reading the letter written by Chaketai, Tujile was always in a state of excitement. He dragged Wen Tao and his party to look around, and finally stopped in front of a pair of soldiers who were practicing.

"Sir, look at my soldiers are mighty and majestic, can we fight Mu Nuojia to the death!" Tujile looked at Wen Tao with a flattering smile, but when he talked about Mu Nuojia, he gritted his teeth, wishing to eat his flesh raw.

Seeing Tujile's movements, Wen Tao knew what he was thinking, and winked at Liu Tieniu. Liu Tieniu smiled, and took off his coat, revealing the intertwined scars inside, his strong body shining brightly in the sun.

"Brothers, kill me!" Liu Tieniu snarled, and the sixty soldiers behind him roared, and rushed towards the thousand Turkic soldiers, their footsteps were messy, but the formation remained intact.

As soon as they fought against each other, these Turkic soldiers only felt that they had encountered a natural enemy. Although the opponent was only a few dozen people, they were always surrounded and beaten by more than two people. In just a moment, half of the thousand Turkic soldiers were injured by Liu Tieniu and his group. .

Facing this group of Turkic people who are domineering and domineering on weekdays, Liu Tieniu and his gang have no intention of keeping their hands back, and if they are caught, they will be ruthless. Although they can't be beaten to death, it is certain that they will not be able to get out of bed for ten and a half months.

Amidst Wen Tao's smile and Tujile's astonishment, Liu Tieniu and his group completed their own "slaughter" of a thousand soldiers. In the hands of dozens of Liu Tieniu, they were as vulnerable as a three-year-old child.

"Enough, enough, let your warriors stop." Tujile couldn't help but shouted, these were soldiers he had carefully selected, and most of them were seriously injured in this way, which made him heartbroken.

"Khan, don't blame me for not giving you face. If you have soldiers of this level, even if you have twice as many people, you will not be a match for Mu Nuojia." This group of soldiers is in the eyes.

"What did you say!" Before Turkic could speak, a Turkic man in his fifties growled when he heard the middle-aged man's translation.

"Why, you are not convinced?" Wen Tao squinted at the people in front of him, but he sneered in his heart. The best way to make these people listen to him is to defeat them in what they are most proud of and good at.

Obviously, the person in front of him was sent to his door.

After listening to the middle-aged man's explanation, Wen Tao expressed his understanding of the Turkic man's fury. No matter who is degraded to be worthless in his most proud aspect, it is impossible to speak nicely, especially soldier.

So Jerdon took the bait.

"Don't think that you can talk nonsense just because you were introduced by Uncle Guo, I'm going to beat you to the ground!"

Zhe Dun was furious, cracking his big fan-like hands, his arrogance was overwhelming.

"Then I really want to see your ability." Wen Tao didn't pay attention to Zhe Dun at all. What kind of ability does Zhe Dun, who has never heard of it?
"I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Zhe Dun yelled at Wen Tao, picked up a wooden stick and threw it at Wen Tao.

The stick was smashed with astonishing momentum, and there was a sound of piercing through the air.

Just when everyone thought Wen Tao was going to take over, a sudden change occurred.

A scream sounded.

The one who screamed, of course, could only be Jerdon.

Zhe Dun fell to the ground on his back, blood mixed with cold sweat flowing down his face, and the wooden stick in his hand fell into Wen Tao's hand at some point.

"Hahaha, Mr. is really a warrior." A group of Turkic people were stunned, and Tujile was the first to react. The only worry in his heart was dispelled, and he was even more overjoyed at this time.

Hearing Tujile's praise, those ministers also praised Wen Tao in a rush.

But He Wentao couldn't understand a word, he just smiled "shyly" and didn't speak.

Surrounded by a group of people from Tujile and entering the inner city, Wen Tao finally knew why Tujile was no match for Mu Nuojia.

The entire palace was refurbished magnificently, even compared to the sub-helm of the Devil's Cult, it was much more luxurious, and the banquet hall was even more golden in color. It wasn't painted, it was real gold.

Seeing this, Wen Tao sighed from the bottom of his heart, Cha Ketai is a character no matter what, but it's a pity to have such a nephew, it's just a fool.

Little did they know that the reason why Mu Nuojia was victorious in all battles was that he could share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers. Tujile began to enjoy himself before he sat on the throne, immersing himself in luxury.

However, Wen Tao didn't remind Tujile what he meant. He was just joking. He was only here to save people, and he didn't intend to assist Tujile to ascend the throne. Tyrants are much easier to control.

"Come on, let's serve wine! Today, Ben Khan will not return drunk with his husband." As soon as he mentioned rescue, Tuji Le and the ministers around him swept away the previous haze and laughed heartily.

At present, a steady stream of wine jars were transported in by the soldiers, filling the entire hall.

"Sir, Ben Khan respects you. I hope you can assist Ben Khan to defeat Mu Nuojia and regain the throne!" Tujile said loudly to Wen Tao, holding a bowl of wine.

"I appreciate Khan's kindness, but I need to stay awake all the time and replace the bar with tea." Wen Tao poured a cup of tea and said lightly.

The middle-aged man asked Tujile what Wen Tao had said. Instead of getting angry, Tujile praised: "Mr. is indeed a real celebrity, but Ben Khan is reckless. Come on, Ben Khan punishes himself with three cups!" , Tujile drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and then drank two more bowls.

Tujile's unrestrained atmosphere aroused shouts and praises from the ministers. Hearing these words, the middle-aged man couldn't bear to translate them to Wen Tao, but Tujile seemed to accept them justifiably.

Wen Tao shook his head invisibly, and chatted with the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's name was Li Si. Wen Tao was very surprised when he heard the middle-aged man's name at first. After hearing about Li Si's life experience, Wen Tao finally understood.

Li Si's mother was a Turkic, and his father was a soldier in northern Xinjiang. In a war, Li's father was injured and captured. After recovering from his injuries, he lamented the ruthlessness of the war, changed his name and surname, and lived in seclusion in Turkic.

After meeting Li Si's mother, the two fell in love and Li Si was born a year later.

Unexpectedly, Li Si's father was treated as a deserter and taken back. It was the last time that Li's father and Li's mother met. life experience.

After Li's father was captured, he was executed according to military regulations. After Li's mother heard the news, instead of thinking about death, she brought Li Si up by herself, and even found a fortune teller to give Li Si this name. Let Li Si learn the Central Plains dialect.

After becoming sensible, Li Si always kept in mind that he was a native of the Central Plains, but living in the grassland, there were few people who could speak the Central Plains dialect to him. Over the past few decades, Li Si had become stuttering when speaking the Central Plains dialect.

After listening to Li Si's story, Wen Tao was silent for a moment. Everything in the world is not only black and white. The Turkic people's burning, killing and looting of the people in northern Xinjiang is really hateful, but Li Si's father was executed by his own people, but it also makes people sigh.

War is always the greatest harm to human beings.

(End of this chapter)