I couldn't help but shook my head.

The two of them stood outside the tent, chatting for a while, waiting for the elders of the family to discuss business.

The yurt behind him is made of thick wool felt, with bright patterns and tribal symbols on the top.

Nurhachi rubbed his hands from time to time and looked at the tent with some longing... He really wanted to go in and get warm.

The sun shines on the snow-covered grassland, shining with dazzling luster.

It made the two of them somewhat warmer.

Nurhachi was rubbing his hands when he suddenly heard movement in the distance.

He looked up and saw several iron cavalry galloping past, heading straight into the circle in the center of the tent, where the Mongolian sweat tent was located.

Kanggulu on the side also looked over curiously.

He was surprised and asked: "Isn't this the leader of the Wuliangha tribe, Dong Fox?"

Wuliangha is the name of the tribe. In the Ming Dynasty, it was also called Duoyanwei.

Nurhaci also nodded, obviously recognizing Dong Fox.

Just because the tribes of the two relied on Dong Hu's breath and made a living under his crotch - after the first year of Yongle, the guards of Daning's capital were either moved or abolished, and the same was true for Jianzhou where Nurhachi was located. From the east to Xingzhong and west

As far as Daning, it has become the pastoral area of ​​the Ulliangha tribe.

Kanggulu looked around, moved closer to Nurhachi, and lowered his voice and said: "I heard that Duoyanwei is planning to give the southerners a big one next year."

"Dong Fox went everywhere to make connections. In addition to the surrounding Mongolians, he even hired many people from our tribe."

"The reason why I came to see the Great Khan now is probably for this matter."

Nurhachi shook his head without looking back: "Definitely not. Dong Fox is planning to plunder the Ming Dynasty. It should be the order of the Great Khan."

"I'm here to ask for help at this time. I'm afraid I've been defeated many times this year and this winter has been difficult, so I'm here to ask for something from the Great Khan."

Kanguru couldn't help but frown.

Every time I say something, I have to be rebutted by one or two words.

A little too annoying.

Kanggulu was unhappy and didn't want to speak, so he turned his head dully.

Nurhachi didn't pay attention at all.

He stared intently at Dong Hu and the group of people.

I saw him show off his power in front of ordinary people, and then he was respectfully invited in.

He couldn't help but look envious.

He doesn't expect the tens of thousands of cavalry he thought of before, even if he is given dozens of cavalry...

After his father died, he wouldn't be the one being bullied by his stepmother, but his stepmother should obediently crawl into his bed!

The southern scholar-bureaucrats are right. A true man must have military power and power in order to be respected by others!

And at the same time.

Dong Hu, who had just entered the Great Khan's Tent, was not as respected as Nurhaci thought.

In the sweat tent, there was a thick blanket on the ground.

Dong Fox's burly and muscular body crawled on the blanket.

Kneel down and bow respectfully: "Blessed by the Immortal God, I pay my respects to the great Khan."

The sweat tent is spacious and bright, with weapons and animal skulls hung on the walls.

There is a stove on one side, and the fire is blazing, emitting bursts of heat and the aroma of food.

In the center of the sweat tent, on a bed covered with furs, a majestic, tall and majestic man was sitting astride a horse and a golden sword.

His face was covered with beards, and his knees were covered with something like animal skin.

"I heard that in the Ming Dynasty, General Bian translated you as Dong Fox." He lowered his head and rubbed the fur on his knees for a while, then casually threw it in front of Dong Fox, "This piece of fox fur is just a gift to you.

"

When Dong Hu heard this, not only did he not dare to pick him up, but he looked frightened.

Cold sweat in the middle of winter.

Tuman Khan put his hands on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Dong Fox with squinted eyes: "I am very happy with your attitude, but I am very dissatisfied with the progress of your work."

"It's been four years, and you still haven't subdued Chang Ang. You even caused a lot of trouble in the tribe the month before last."

"Dong Fox, do you want to peel off your own skin and give it to me in return?"

There's one more, it'll be later
Chapter completed!