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Chapter 247 Turkic New Year Greetings
As the half-dead sun rises in winter, a city built of tents deep in the grassland also wakes up.

Turks are nomads, and tents, cattle and sheep are all their property. They don’t build walls or build houses. Even the Khans abide by the tradition of patrolling the country and subduing the barbarians, and they do almost everything in tents. military affairs.

Whenever winter comes, they will move their family to the warm lake.As a result, tens of thousands of tents popped up one after another like mushrooms after a summer rain, and the end of the tent could not be seen at a glance.

In the center of the tent city stands a large tent with a height and width of more than 20 steps. The large tent is made of wood and bamboo as pillars, covered with felt, painted on the pillars, and brocades are hung on the four walls. It is extremely brilliant in the sun.

This is the king's tent of the Zuoxian king's department.

Five full years of recuperation did not allow the grassland to fully recover from the war launched by Emperor Xiewu. Although the Turks today are still known as millions of people who control strings, they actually do not have even [-].

The Zuoxian King of the Turks, Acebaikeluo, had already changed into a black bear-skin coat when the first horn sounded.

Because of his outstanding performance in Tianyou's three-year battle in the desert, and Tianyou's outstanding achievements in the six-year battle of Wangcheng, he was promoted to Zuo Xianwang, and later presided over the peace talks with Xie Dynasty, winning the ultimate victory for the defeated Turks. excellent condition.Today's him, although he still has the vulgar look of a jiujiu warrior, he still has the air of a king indistinctly.

He walked quickly to the side of Tutun Chuomeilu who was looking at the scenery by the lake.

"The envoy of the Western Light God Religion asked to see Khan last night."

When he saw it just now, he reported nervously.

Tutun Chumeilu didn't care, and said: "You still want to preach here?"

"This time it's not preaching. They want to form an alliance with us to fight Xie Dynasty together."

"My foundation is unstable, and I still want to use our sword to deal with Xie Dynasty? Do you really think that we are those foolish people in the Western Regions and let them do their bidding?"

Tu Tun Chu Mei Lu said indifferently, took the fresh meat from the guard's hand, and teased Hai Dongqing on his arm.

Because of his handsome appearance, elegant demeanor, and his preference for wearing silk robes from the Central Plains, Tutun Chumeilu was suspected more than once of not being a pure Turkic, but no one who had dealt with him would doubt his blood.

No matter how much he loves the Central Plains culture, he is still a Turkic, with Turkic curly hair, a Turkic thin face, and a Turkic heart.

"But Khan has already lost his mind."

Azerbaikeluo whispered that the assassination of Ye Chuan's eldest son spread throughout the grasslands long before the envoys of the Guangming God Sect arrived at the royal court. War is inevitable.

And this is a war whose outcome is not in dispute.

The Xie Dynasty was in full swing, but the Western Regions were in disarray. Although the Guangming God Sect still held the faith of the 36 countries in the Western Regions, the origin of the war was the killing of Ye's eldest son.

Because the Pope has been unable to return for a long time, voices of doubt have appeared in the Western Regions, but Ye’s eldest son left the customs as the reincarnation of the Pope, and died while crossing the desert. Lost in the desert.Although this matter is tightly sealed, there is no impenetrable wall in the world, let alone such a major event as the Pope's return?The believers, who already had floating beliefs, were full of doubts.

Once the war starts, how can the panic-stricken Guangming Sect resist Xie Dynasty's iron cavalry?
Borrowing troops from the Turks may be their only choice.

Selfishly, Acebaikeluo favored the Ye family, but after all, he was the worthy king of the left, and he had to prioritize the interests of the Turks.

"Are you moved? What benefits can the Light God Sect promise him?"

Tutun Chumeilu said disdainfully, and teased for a long time before bringing the fresh meat to Haidongqing's mouth.The eagle, which had been attracted to the cold light earlier, stretched its neck, hooked its mouth, and swallowed the fresh meat in one gulp.

It has been starved for two days, and a piece of meat as thick as a finger cannot satisfy the empty stomach. The hunger has been doubled, and the eyes have become sharper.

"...I like the Xie people more than the Sect of Light. At least they have no interest in ruling the grasslands, and the Sect of the Light wants to preach in the grasslands whenever they get the chance!"

He spoke slowly, stroking the priceless Costin.

"But Khan—"

"The grassland is the people of Changshengtian, how can we kneel in front of the statue of the evil god! Besides, we have already regarded Empress Xie as the daughter of Changshengtian... The killing of Ye's eldest son by the Guangming God Sect is clearly a provocation to Changshengtian! "

For a long time, Turkic people have a system of separation of church and state. Khan is the supreme leader of the tribe and the supreme commander of the army, but in religion, his status is equal to that of ordinary Turkic people.The burning of the royal city led to a large number of deaths of elders and priests. The highly prestigious national teacher Tutun Chuomelu has now become the actual spiritual leader of the Turks. Ke Luo also has a faint tendency to replace Khan.

That's why Acebaikeluo met with Tutun Tuomeilu before the big account discussion. He needed to know the attitude of the national teacher.

If the national teacher chooses Xie Dynasty, then he will also stand by the Ye family.

"...The conditions proposed by the Light God Sect this time are very generous. They are willing to give us ten small countries on the Silk Road."

It has to be said that this condition is very generous, and even Acebaikeluo, who has a personal relationship with Ye Chuan, was moved by the content at first glance.

"Yanqi, Wusun, Khotan, Ronglu, and Qule... are all lands that are uncertain whether they will belong to the Guangming God Sect after the army of the Xie Dynasty leaves the customs. Use these lands that will fall sooner or later to pull us away. Into the quagmire of war, the Holy See is indeed shrewd!"

Tutun Chumeilu sneered disdainfully, because of his advice, Acebaikeluo came to his senses, and said angrily, "The God of Light teaches these magic sticks!"

After his anger subsided, Ke Luo felt depressed again, and said, "But this condition is indeed attractive. We have already lost too much land..."

"You have thought of it, how could I not have thought of it?"

Tutun Chumeilu smiled, and cut off a twig that had already sprouted spring buds with the machete on his waist, and said softly: "The internal affairs of Xie Kingdom are not stable..."

"The national teacher means—"

Tutun Chumeilu raised his head, looked at the clear and cloudless sky, and said leisurely: "Ye Chuan is a great hero. He lost his eldest son. It is reasonable for us to prepare an annual gift to express our condolences."

Azerbaikeluo understands that cooperating with the Xie people may not be able to include the ten countries of the Western Regions, but it is easy to expand the territory slightly.

Compared with cooperating with the Western Regions, which is comparable to picking chestnuts from the fire, he prefers to expand the territory easily and safely.

Because of the decision of the national teacher, personal emotions and national interests reached an agreement, and Azerbai Keluo suddenly felt extremely relaxed.

Although the envoys of the God of Light have persuaded Khan, as long as the national teacher objects, Khan can't just go his own way.

What's more, Ke Luo has read Han Shu and knows the principle of the first to strike first.

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On the bare mahogany floor, there are a few Turkic people wearing animal skin hair and golden rings kneeling.

In front of their knees, there are twenty heads placed in mahogany boxes. The muzzles and noses have been treated with lime, and the faces are still lifelike.

These heads are all dressed up as typical believers of the Light God, with tall headscarves, earrings, long beards on the chin, and the beards are formed into countless tiny braids, nourished with balm.

These heads were cut off five days ago. Although they were marinated immediately after they were cut off, they were put in an ice box and rushed to Chang'an by the best Turkic rider eight hundred miles away. The pus slowly overflowed, intertwined with the balm on the beard to form a strange stench.

However, Li Ci didn't mind the smell, and the stinky heads under her feet made her heart that had been gloomy for a long time finally feel a little happy.

This is an annual gift given by the Turkic State Teacher to the General of the Xie Dynasty, the head of the Guangming God Religion Mission. There are twenty members, one of which is quite a few.

Regardless of the oncoming stench, she walked up to the Turkic envoy, and carefully picked up a head that had rotted like tofu.

"If I knew today, why bother?"

She said indifferently, a few tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, they were tears of joy, tears of the flame of vengeance being satisfied.

The nails scratched, the carrion shattered, exposing the white bones. Fortunately, the skull is the hardest part of the human body after all, and the person who performed the knife is also a master at it.

Seeing these faces still condensed with the shock and fear of dying, in Li Ci's heart, there is a sentimentality of the impermanence of the world, and the pleasure of revenge.

She picked it up one by one, looked around, and said to the leader of the mission: "I have received the wishes of the national teacher, but as far as I know, your Khan does not seem to agree to unite with us and resist the light." Religion."

"The head has been sent to the general's knee, and it is impossible for Khan to object."

Ali Bo said respectfully, he is also a person who has seen the scene, but the moment he saw Mrs. Ye, he bent down involuntarily, and said: "King Zuoxian specially ordered me to bring craftsmen here. If Madam wishes, we These heads can be made into wine vessels."

——Turks have had the custom of inlaying the heads of their enemies with gold and jade to make wine vessels since ancient times.

"Will he be able to come back to life if it is made into a wine vessel?"

Li Ci said indifferently, and ordered: "Bury these heads, they are just following orders and cannot help themselves."

"Madam is merciful." Ali Bo said with inconsistency, a woman who can make the national teacher scruple three points, it is impossible to classify it as benevolent.But he didn't dare to refute, so he commanded his subordinates to put away the head that smelled like corpses in a hurry, and handed it over to the servants of the Ye family who were waiting by the side.

After a while of flying and jumping, Zuo Xianwang's envoy once again knelt down on the mahogany floor with traces soaked in pus, and said humbly: "Zuo Xianwang believes that this matter, regardless of morality, is a The God of Light is wrong. To send troops in the spring, Zuo Xianwang is willing to go with the general to conquer the Western Regions and burn down the Holy See."

"King Zuoxian's kindness, I will definitely pass it on to the General."

Li Ci nodded, and said kindly: "The warriors must have been tired after running around for days. There may be many differences between China and the Turks, but the principle of hospitality is the same."

He waved his hand, and immediately a beautiful servant girl stepped forward, asking the Turkic envoy to follow them down.

Seeing these young women whose appearance is not as good as Yan's, but whose skin is a hundred times fairer and more tender, Ali Bo was also distracted for a while, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, madam."

"Don't thank me, you deserve it."

Smiling like a spring breeze, the woman in scarlet dragged her long skirt and walked out of the main hall where the smell of dead bodies lingered.

　It's a little bloody, but I like this kind of uncompromising revenge

　　
　
(End of this chapter)