The tribe of the Borjijin clan is not much different from other Mongolian tribes, even though this Borjijin Hebule is now the leader of all their Mongolian tribes, and is called Hebule Khan. .
But he did not enjoy it extravagantly. When Nianhan really walked into the tribe, he was not afraid to see the tribesmen around him and Hebule and others greeting him cordially.
Seeing that although it was located in the center and was several times larger than the other tents, it had no extra decorations, except for swords and bows, Nianhan felt his heartbeat for the first time.
He seemed to remember that when they left the tribe and entered the world, they seemed to be like this.
At that time, they were just a Jurchen tribe, but everyone in their tribe seemed to be a family, without intrigues or intrigues.
There will not be constant calculations, constant alliances or even entrapment because of the issue of heirs.
They will fight with all their strength towards the enemy, and no one will worry about any problems in their rear.
Because their backs were always given to their own people. At that time, they had no soldiers or generals. Even the war horses were barely one for each person, and their weapons were not very sharp.
But they are invincible, because all of them are not afraid of death, are not afraid of death, and are willing to die for the people around them.
However, those are all in the past.
They will never live in this uncomfortable tent again, nor will they hang weapons, bows and arrows in their rooms.
Now they live in a large and luxurious house, with Han women as servants and clever men as servants, and they are provided with food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Even what they hung in their rooms were calligraphy and paintings of famous people that they could not understand, jade screens that had no idea of their use, and maybe a few beautiful and graceful Han women.
This is their life.
If Nian Hanhuo thought before that Bo'er Jijin and Hebule could repel their Dajin attacks again and again and capture their camps and positions again and again, it was because their generals who stayed behind were really incompetent.
But now he knew that even if they were replaced by capable generals like them, they would probably feel very dangerous when facing the Mongolian tribe.
Because, in them, Nianhan seemed to see his former self, and in his own body, he seemed to see the Liao Kingdom back then.
It's so ridiculous.... Ridiculous!
"Marshal Zonghan, is there anything inappropriate?" Bo'er Jijin Hebule saw Nianhan suddenly stop and thought something had happened to this guy.
Nianhan also woke up after this call. He chuckled at Bor Zhijin Hebule but shook his head helplessly.
"I just saw your Excellency here and thought of some memories."
"Well..." Bo'er Jijin Hebule pondered slightly, but he didn't expect Nianhan to be so happy and dare to say anything so straightforwardly.
"Marshal Zong Han is really an honest man."
"Someone doesn't even bother to tell lies to a hero!"
"Marshal Zong Han has a good character. Such characters should be friends!" After Bo'er Jijin Hebule finished speaking, he was not polite. He actually had two jars of good wine brought to him, and he immediately wanted to drink with Nianhan.
When these large gulps of wine were finished, the two girls Jin Hebule and Nianhan looked at each other and smiled, as if they had turned their hostility into friendship at this moment.
But after the wine, they still had to face a very serious problem.
"The wine has been drunk, so we should get down to business. Since Marshal Zong Han said that he wants to form an alliance with us, even Marshal, you can come in person.
I think I've already made some preparations in my heart, so why don't we just say it directly, how should we form an alliance? "
"The alliance must be beneficial to both parties. If you are asked to lead your Mongolian tribes to fight to the death with the Song people, I am afraid that you will not agree to it.
And if we let you wait behind us and watch us fight to the death with the Song people, I'm afraid we won't agree. "
"Even if you don't agree, what's the use? Calling you a handsome man, you really think you're a person!"
The person who spoke was a man who was not much younger than Bo'er Jijin Hebule but was equally majestic. Judging from his position, he seemed to be Bo'er Jijin Hebule's confidant.
"Who are you, uttering arrogant words?"
"Don't be upset by the docile people here. Even if you are confused by the Song Dynasty people, you won't know how to fight. I am the number one warrior of the Taichiwu Tribe, my Bahai!"
"It turns out that he is the younger brother of Hebul Khan..."
"Brothers are brothers. Where do you come from? Don't talk awkwardly, it's so refreshing!"
The Ba'er spoke very boldly, and his attitude was carefree and not caring at all. But when Nianhan looked at the silent B'er standing aside, he understood that it was just a handful. It's just a sharp blade on the surface.
What he said was what Nahebul wanted him to say.
It's just that after I Ba'ai said it, no matter what the result was, Nabule would find a way to make it right for him.
After understanding this, Nianhan shook his head helplessly, and then continued to talk to Bo'er.
"I, Dajin, are willing to personally crown you as the Mongolian King, help you formally establish the Mongolian Kingdom, and be on an equal footing with me, Dajin."
"Even if you don't agree..." The boy sneered and was about to reprimand and curse again, but this time he couldn't help but stop him.
"Is this really possible?"
"Really, in order to gain your trust, we can send you all the books and catalogs you need. You have your own language and writing, and you don't need our help.
For the rest, if you need etiquette regulations, you can learn from the Han people, or you can wait for our Wanyan Xiyin to complete the etiquette of our Jin country and imitate it.
Of course, you can also keep your own stuff, that’s fine! "
"If it's this, it's not enough." Bo'er was really tempted. This Jianguo was not founded by just a few people getting together and giving an order.
This is nonsense.
Etiquette and regulations are necessary for superiors and subordinates, because you need to command your people. If you don't have these to manage them, are you going to slaughter all your own people and your own people?
Why build a country? It's better to build a lunatic asylum and lock yourself up.
A country cannot be established purely by force. Han people are not the only ones who have such things. They have this thing as an individual. They only have clear etiquette regulations, criminal laws and regulations, and then they can cultivate their own talents and officials and generals.
This is the foundation for the founding of the country, but the current Mongolian tribes are extremely poor and have nothing in these aspects.
But getting these is nothing more than their status and the skills of governing, and it is not the most important thing to their Mongolian tribe.
The most important thing is that they need better technology, such as iron smelting, mining, water conservancy and even farming and various siege equipment and large weapons.
These things are what he needs most. As long as he has these, he can completely overcome all obstacles, completely conquer his neighbors, the Tatar tribe, and then expand his territory again.
What he needs is these things that are of great help to him, and Hebule also knows that Zong Han understands his thoughts.
Sure enough, after Hebule finished speaking, Nianhan, who had been smiling as if he was always sure of victory, turned stiff.
Not only that, he also pondered for a long time, and even Hebule's sons and brothers became a little impatient. However, when they wanted to speak, they were pushed back by Hebule's glare.
It wasn't until nearly a stick of incense had passed that Nianhan nodded with an ugly face.
"Dajin will send the craftsmen and many drawings to you, but you also have to let us see your strength!"
"Are you sure you can take charge of this?"
"I, Nianhan, never lie, so you can rest assured."
After hearing Nianhan's promise of his reputation, Hebule nodded slightly. The men on the grasslands also valued their reputation, even more than their lives.
"How do you need us to show sincerity and strength to fight you again?"
"No need, I will send what you want to another place. As long as you can get it, then we will know your sincerity."
Nianhan failed at this moment, and it was these words that made Nahebule frown slightly, as if he felt that he had gone too smoothly just now.
However, Nianhan did not give him a chance to go back on his word, and immediately made a bloody alliance and completely concluded the covenant with their Mongolian tribe.
Similarly, when facing the huge temptation of Song Dynasty's technology for so many years, it was really difficult for Hebule to give up. Although he always felt that something was wrong in his heart, he still dropped his own blood on the wine cup. among.
The two sides formed a blood alliance. Later, Nianhan refused the Borjijin family's invitation to stay and banquet him, rushed back to his own territory as quickly as possible, and then handed over the seal of the leader of the Mongolian Kingdom that had already been prepared. Documents, as well as many books on regulations, etiquette, and criminal laws were sent over.
He already knew that this matter would be successful before he went on the mission. As his confidant, Han Qixian naturally wanted to go again and teach these guys these things.
And his Nianhan matter is not over yet. Now the war is over, but everyone knows that this is just the final peace.
Whether they can accumulate enough power before the next war to surpass Song Ting's power depends on what they do now.
The Song people's ability to recruit troops, their logistics, their supplies, and their personnel deployment were all beyond his comparison.
Although the Jin Kingdom has many cavalry and has taken over the entire Liao Kingdom, which is only half of the original Song people, in the long run they will still be overtaken by Zhao Huan at any time.
So since Nianhan chose to stop, there must be a reason for him to stop.
"Prepare gifts and set out again, this time Tata'er!"
With another loud shout, Nianhan embarked on his mission again.
