I Xiaoxiong

Chapter 37
The action of Losing Martial Gate is tantamount to giving up the battle with Bishamon for the position in front of everyone.

Afterwards, apart from Brother Cha and Hu Ligun, the other men from Shulu's family also followed the example of the Lost Liemen, and visited the Amban Bo Jilie Bishamen again.

Since then, the name has been determined.

Old Khan Hu Ligun breathed a sigh of relief, he was most afraid of his two sons getting into trouble.And after he decided to pass the position to Bishamon, if the Lost Martial Gate didn't win, and continued to fight with Bishamon, when the two of them split up and down, the Golden Horde Khanate would also be seriously injured.

At that time, even if Bishamon was being kind, he would have to kill Shiliemen and his sons.

But now, Shi Liemen has conceded defeat, and the situation is completely different.After Bishamon became a khan, he had to show kindness and generosity to his former opponent, the loser who had surrendered.

This is definitely a relief to Hu Ligun, who is already very weak.Now his heart seems to have softened along with his weakened body.A few months ago, Huli Gun would not have minded seeing their brothers fighting each other for the Khan position.

But today, a few days later, when the old Khan could only force himself to sit here, he only wanted his sons to live in peace.

As for the other royal families, the old prince Chage looked at Shi Liemen and Bishamen with a smile on his face.Now, no matter how stupid the men of the Shulu family are, they understand that this is a play between two old foxes.

The neutral faction represented by the old prince did not have any inclinations before, but today it means that after the confirmation of the old Khan Huli Gun, they will all be supporters of Bishamon.

For a moment, the princes of the Northern Realm who were present had different expressions, and Shi Liemen sat back, feeling relieved.

The indignation on Jin He's face was hardly concealed, but he didn't know whether it was towards Shi Liemen or Bishamen, or both.

Shuhu lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

As for the supporters of Bishamon, such as Mourigai and Deming, there are indeed smiles on their faces at the moment.

After the meeting adjourned, the old Khan only left Bishamon to eat together, while the rest dispersed in twos and threes.

Lifting the tent, looking at Shi Liemen who had already sat down and gnawed on his bones, Jin He couldn't help but get angry when he remembered what happened in the golden tent just now.

"Shi Liemen, are you crazy? You just admit defeat like this? How will Bishamen deal with us when he becomes Khan?"

Shuhu, who came in with him, didn't respond, and sat down to eat mutton with Shi Liemen.

He gnawed all the meat off the spine of a lamb, then put it on the low table, picked up the wine bowl and drank a bowl of highland barley shochu, and Shi Liemen let out a heavy breath.

"Jin He, do you think I still have a chance?"

Hearing this, Jin He was stunned for a moment, and his momentum disappeared, but he still refused to give up, "Then you can't take the initiative to admit defeat? You take the initiative to admit defeat, Bishamen"

Shi Liemen raised his head and glanced at Jin Hedao: "Don't talk about Jin He, think about it, my brother, what time is it now? Brother Cha, the old prince is standing at the end of Bishamen, don't you understand? Admit defeat, the Golden Family can't fight among themselves now. And you still don't know about Bishamon? He has always been the most powerful among our brothers."

At this time, Shuhu gnawed at his bones and said inarticulately: "What the Lost Liemen said is right, there should be no internal strife now, or other tribes will learn from Ashina. The Golden Horde is about to end."

Jin He finally sighed, and drank a bowl of wine, but didn't want to choke because he drank too quickly, "cough cough cough."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Seeing this scene, Shi Liemen and Shuhu both laughed, while Jin He's face was flushed, looking at the two of them still laughing so hard.

Jia Luo, who was preparing food for his father and uncle, also smiled knowingly when he saw this scene.

She knew everything that happened in the Jinding tent, and she was very happy that her father made such a choice.

She didn't want to see her loving uncle and father fighting to the death.

It's good to be able to do this.

And she thinks from the bottom of her heart that her uncle Bishamon is more suitable as a khan than her father Shi Limen.

Even if she is the daughter of the broken door.

In the tent on the other side, Mouligai, Deming, Xu Shitu and other Bishamon supporters were also eating meat and drinking.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect to see this guy from the Lost Liemen lower his head. It's really not easy."

"The loss of troops is so miserable, the choice now is very wise."

"I feel that what the Lost Lie Sect did this time is like what the blood of the wolf should do. If you don't have the strength, don't try to take things that don't belong to you."

Several people obviously felt a great victory, only brother Liu Zhi was a little depressed.

Mou Li changed his way: "Brother Liu, it's hard to find three-legged sheep, but there are many women with two legs. After we capture Hexi, you might still see that woman."

Brother Liuzhi's expression brightened when he heard this, "Uncle Murigai, what are you talking about? Take down Hexi?"

"When your father becomes Khan, we will not only be able to conquer Hexi, but also the entire Central Plains. At that time, the princesses of the Jin Kingdom will be chosen by us."

Deming laughed and said, "Multiple change, did you drink too much? And conquered the Central Plains? The princess of the Jin Kingdom? Hahahaha."

Mou Ligai waved his hand, "You're just too drunk, the beautiful world of the Central Plains will be ours sooner or later, ours."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Now Brother Liu is a little sure, Uncle Mourigai really drank too much.

Lay down Hexi?Take Shu Shu back?That's a pretty realistic goal.

Sometimes the speaker is drunk, but the listener is serious.

The golden tent.

Only Bishamon stayed to dine with his father, the old Khan Huli Gun.

Hu Ligun looked at the cooked mutton, and now he has no appetite at all, and just drank a few sips of wine.

When Bishamon ate, he didn't look like a man from the northern border, but like an official from the Jin Kingdom, picking meat with a knife in his hand and behaving gracefully.

"Bishamon, sometimes you really don't look like a northerner."

Hu Ligun looked at his son and said, he prefers to watch his second son Shi Liemen eat food, gobble it up with great vigor.

"But whether it looks like it or not, I'm still a northerner. It's just that I prefer the way of life of the Central Plains people, including their clothes, their writing, system, food, including the chopsticks they use to eat."

Bishamon spoke very slowly, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

Hu Ligun smiled after hearing this, "What's the use of learning from them? This is the northern border, without the soil of the Central Plains, the crops of the Central Plains cannot grow."

Bishamen said: "Learning from them is not to turn the Golden Horde into a Great Jin, but to defeat the Great Jin. When we enter the Central Plains, we can manage the Central Plains in their way."

"Hahahahaha." Hu Ligun laughed suddenly after hearing this, Bishamon had never said these words to him.

In the past, he was very worried that after his death, after Bishamon became a Khan, he would bring the Central Plains' set-up to the Jinxing Khanate.This is what he has been most worried about.Otherwise, it would not support the Lost Martial Gate.

But today he suddenly realized that Bishamon is much farther than he thought.

"Do you think we can break into the Central Plains?" Hu Ligun asked after laughing.

Bishamen said: "It's very difficult. At least for now. No matter from which direction, it is difficult for us to enter the Central Plains, Hebei and Shuofang. Unless there is civil strife in the Central Plains. I have read many books about the Central Plains dynasties, and found that each dynasty has several Around 100 years, there will be turmoil, some big, some small, Dajin has been peaceful for almost 100 years, I think that time should be close to it."

Hu Ligun suddenly wanted to live for a few more years, not because he was reluctant to bear the Khan's power, but because he wanted to see the opportunity that Bishamon said.

Can the Golden Horde really enter the Central Plains and drink horses and rivers?

"Bishamon, I'm going to die."

"Father Khan."

"Hahahaha, being able to live to my age in the northern border is already blessed by the Immortals. Even men from the Golden Family rarely live to my age. This is the fate of the descendants of the wolf."

Having said this, Hu Ligun coughed a few times, and Bishamon stood up and patted him on the back, then poured him another bowl of kumiss.

"Listen to me, Bishamon. You sit back. I am very happy to hear you say this today. I will not survive this winter. The future Golden Horde will be handed over to you. I am from your You took the throne from your uncle. You often resemble your uncle, so I have been worried that you will not be able to sit in the position of Khan. You are smart, but you don’t look like a northerner. But today I understand, you are the real blood of the wolf. The Gate of Lost Martyrs is not your opponent."

"Our Golden Horde Khanate was established almost at the same time as the Great Jin Dynasty. Over the past hundred years, we have always wanted to seize the world of the Great Jin Dynasty, the Splendid Central Plains. Your grandfather, your great-grandfather, and your uncle, including me, all I have thought about it, and I have tried it all. But without exception, they all failed, and the biggest result is just to rob some property and people.”

"Ahem, cough, but what you said today makes me believe that it is really possible to succeed. But I definitely can't see it."

"I often wonder why Changshengtian didn't take pity on us and let us live in the bitter cold of the northern border"

"There are hundreds of tribes on the grasslands in the north. You rob my cattle and sheep, and I rob you of your women. Every winter and spring when there is no food, the flocks will go to war when they are hungry and thinnest. Hundreds of thousands A herdsman went to battle immediately, and there were dead people everywhere."

"If we can enter the Central Plains, then we will have a lot of food to eat, and in winter, many people will not have to starve to death."

"I have always thought that people in the Central Plains are sheep, while we northerners are wolves. Wolves should eat sheep, but most of the time, the northerners can't compete with the Central Plains. Now I figured it out. People in the Central Plains not only have sheep, they also have There are tigers, there are foxes, and there are dragons."

"I understand what you mean. You want to wait for the dragons, tigers, and foxes in the Central Plains to fight, and we will only face sheep. You are right, they will fight sooner or later."

"I heard about Jiangnan. I really want to see it."

The old Khan Hu Ligun, sitting there drinking kumiss, seemed to have exhausted the vicissitudes of his life.

(End of this chapter)