When Na Keer rushed to invite the navy envoy to come here, Batuer Sono, who was responsible for guarding outside the big tent, had already been dragged into the tent.
Sono is a close confidant of Lakshen. He is very respectable in the tribe and is always polite to everyone he meets.
But now Qianhu was killed, how could he shoulder this responsibility? When Hamaluddin arrived earlier, he had been sent to grab him and yell at him. When Mahamu's subordinates dragged him into the tent, Mahamu's face was full of anger, and he grabbed him and beat and scolded him.
Ever since Genghis Khan went south to fight without success, and turned to the grasslands to suppress dissent, these middle- and low-level Mongolians only felt that the situation was turned upside down, and they had no ability to reverse it. They became more and more aggrieved day by day.
Yesterday, everyone finally reached an agreement, as if they could flex their muscles, but something like this happened again that night.
The suffocation in their chests was inevitable and uncontrollable. However, Sono asked questions again and said that no one came in or out of the tent last night.
Isn't this nonsense? No one came in or out of the big tent, how did Qianhu die? Did the old man wipe his neck himself?
The Qianhu tribe, which originally followed strict orders and had a strong military demeanor, has fallen into this state in just a few months. The death of Qianhu will probably cause more troubles in the future.
And the person who killed my uncle must not want to see me, Mahamu, succeed the Qianhu family in the future... This thief may be the subordinate of the hundreds of families in front of me, but Sono is blind. Eyes, I didn’t see anything!
Thinking of this, Mahamu felt more than depressed, almost manic. He is not the kind of scholar from the Central Plains who studies to cultivate his energy. His mood and anger are reflected in his colors.
At that moment, he aimed at Sono's face and punched him several times until his face was covered in blood and flesh. It still wasn't enough.
He grabbed a spear from Na Ke'er on the side and beat it hard with the spear shaft. As a well-known warrior in the entire Qianhu tribe, Mahamu was extremely strong, but he beat Sono to pieces in just six or seven blows.
Sono repeatedly begged for mercy at first, but now he saw that it was not good and struggled hard. Several other centurions also hurriedly came up to persuade them, but once the Mongolians' violent temper was aroused, how could they easily suppress it?
The more he watched Sono struggle desperately, the harder Mahamu used his hands. He swung one last time and hit Sono's Tianling Cap hard, and the thick spear shaft broke into two pieces with a snap.
When everyone looked at Sono again, they saw that his head suddenly dropped, blood was flowing down his dense braids, and his whole body was already limp. He relied on the support of others to prevent him from falling to the ground.
At this time, the tent was suddenly lifted, and Ge Qingshu stepped in with a few followers. When he saw Lakshen's miserable death, he was so shocked that he stopped immediately: "This, this...who is so heartbroken?" Several Mongolian households were worried that he kept raising the curtains and letting outsiders see the bad situation inside, so they hurriedly came up to bring him in.
Ge Qingshu turned around and saw Sono's body again.
"Isn't this Sono Batu'er? Did he do it?" Hamaruddin quickly explained: "No, no, this is the person on duty last night. When Mahamu Baihu was interrogating, he was beaten to death by mistake. ”
"This..." Ge Qingshu was stunned, looked at Mahamu, wanted to say something, and subconsciously took half a step back.
Somehow, several hundred households followed Ge Qingshu and took half a step back. Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of these people, Mahamu shouted angrily: "What do you think I am doing?" Hamaruddin thought of lightning in his mind and immediately sneered: "Sono is a close confidant of Qianhu. Even if he is guilty, he should not be so easy. He was killed. What’s more, I didn’t even know what happened last night. Why are you so eager to kill someone?”
"Shouldn't this idiot deserve to be killed?" Mahamu shouted angrily: "He is Batu'er on duty, and he actually allowed others to come in and kill thousands of households. According to the rules on the grassland, do you think he should die?"
"Even if he deserves to die, he has to ask for the result before letting him die!" Omubu added sullenly from the side: "I think, Mahamu, you have a guilty conscience, right? I think the murderer might be you. Subordinate! Maybe you were the one who ordered it!" Ge Qingshu seemed to be shocked by the words of these two people, and took another half step back.
Both Hamaruddin and Omubu said: "Messenger, please rest assured, we are here, we can't act recklessly!" Seeing the two of them looking like this, Mahamu felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly.
Ge Qingshu is just a small admiral of the Ding Navy. Yesterday, in order to deceive others, everyone just drank wine and ate meat with him. Now he is still supporting him like this?
In the past two years, when the Mongolian kingdom was strong and powerful, they went south to fight. Not to mention all the generals, even the heads of the commanders, commanders, and governors were easy to chop like a gourd.
Before Qianhu's death, he had already decided to return to the grassland, and all the hundreds of households present agreed. In that case, why should he be so cautious about what Ding Hainan's people should do?
Especially Ermubu, didn't he just say that the navy envoy and his party must be suspected of killing Qianhu?
Don’t mention it now? Did you change your face so quickly? At that moment, Mahamu also sneered in response: "Lakshen Qianhu is my uncle, how could I kill him? Besides, Qianhu has already agreed to return to the grassland. This matter is basically what I advocated! I see, It's you who agreed to return but then regretted it, so you want to..." He didn't say a word. All the centurions, including Hamaluddin and Omubu, yelled at the same time: "Fart! Nonsense! Thousand households of Lakshen never said anything about returning! Neither did we!" Thousand households of Lakshen are already dead. Who would listen to such a large tribe if they return to the grassland now?
Do you listen to you, Mahamu? That's absolutely not possible! Rather than that, it would be better to follow Ding Haijun and stay in the states behind the mountains, where at least there would be wealth to enjoy!
In this case, there is no way we can let Mahamu finish this paragraph today! At that moment, a group of people rushed forward violently, everyone shouting randomly.
Although the centurions were furious, their respective Batu'er, Nak'er, etc. also rushed to protect them.
The space in the big tent was not small, but thirty or forty people were crowded inside, shouting and yelling, and it suddenly felt like a mess. The lights were flickering, figures were moving around like ghosts, and the voices echoed, making the ears buzz.
Ge Qingshu felt that his target was too big to move, so he secretly glanced at Shi Mo.
Shi Mo also understood immediately. He stood still, stretched out his foot and kicked it suddenly. Several gold and copper bowls placed in the corners of the tent suddenly flew up and fell into the crowd.
A group of Mongolians were making a fuss, and suddenly a light flashed in front of their eyes, as if someone was using a weapon.
Mahamu was the most proficient in martial arts and had the fastest reaction. He immediately fell back, drew his sword and swung it horizontally: "Get out of the way!" The sword almost hit Ermubu, but it swept across Hammaruddin's scalp. , and cut off all the dozen pigtails on his head.
Hamaruddin was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, grabbed an iron and wooden pot rack and threw it towards Mahamu's face.
There were pots and overnight cheese on the pot rack, and they all hit Mahamu in the face. Mahamu couldn't help being furious. He raised his sleeves to wipe his face and slashed in the direction of Hamaluddin with his knife.
Mongolians are ferocious by nature. If they have any disputes in daily life, they will often beat or even threaten them with a knife. His sword was mostly intimidating.
Hamaruddin could easily avoid it by leaning back slightly. But someone in the crowd pushed Hammaruddin from behind.
Hammaruddin couldn't help but failed to lean back. Instead, his entire upper body dived forward. So Mahamu's machete was stuck diagonally on the side of Hamaluddin's neck.
Under the dual effects of the cutting force of the blade and blood pressure, Hamaruddin's head and half of his neck, including the flesh, were thrown out to the other side. The blood in his cavity drew an arc and spurted to the top of the yurt. Then it fell down with a crackle.
Seeing this situation, all the Mongolians suddenly realized. It is obvious that after Mahamu killed a thousand households, he also killed other powerful hundreds of households in order to monopolize the power of the entire tribe!
What else is there to say? He has already taken action! Everyone drew their swords and rushed forward. After all, the number of men on both sides was not equal. Mahamu was stabbed several times and screamed. Several of his cronies quickly protected him behind him and tried their best to resist.
In the blink of an eye, several people on both sides died, and the smell of blood in the tent was so strong that it was nauseating.
In the sudden chaos, Ermubu quietly retreated and stood in front of Ge Qingshu.
He kept saying: "General Ge Du, Mahamu has gone crazy, you have seen it! Let me kill him and put an end to the chaos. Our tribe will definitely obey the order of Ding Haijun!" This Omubu is a man who knows how to borrow money. A smart and powerful person.
Maybe give him a chance to... Ge Qingshu hesitated. Shi Mo suddenly retreated from the crowd first.
He looked at Ermubu and whispered to Ge Qingshu: "What should we do with him? Isn't it more appropriate for us to directly manage everyone ourselves?" This sentence was in Chinese, and Ermubu didn't understand it. He was still grinning at Ge Qingshu.
Ge Qingshu smiled back at him, then swung his knife and cut his throat with one stroke. Ombu's body swayed, blood was pouring out of his throat, and his hands and feet were twitching.
Shi Mo also grabbed his body and pushed it into the crowd, shouting: "No! The hundred households of Ombu are dead too! Kill Mahamu and avenge the hundred households of Ombu!"
