Xiong Hu doesn't have a bad feeling towards Kuo Di now, but he doesn't have a good impression either.
After all, he had insulted Aunt Wang, even though he was slapped hard by Xiong Hu several times.
But Xiong Hu didn't have a good impression of people who didn't respect the security team.
"Kuodi, what's the matter?" Xiong Hu put down the hand that was stroking the war horse and asked in return.
He didn't have a good impression of the other party, and the young village owner didn't bother to address him, so he called him by his first name.
Hearing Xiong Hu call him by his first name, Kuo Di felt extremely uncomfortable, but now that he was asking for help, his face was still full of smiles.
He looked at Xiong Hu and said with a smile: "Master Xiong, I admire your martial arts very much, and now I will give you a gift."
After saying that, he waved his right hand towards his men regardless of whether Xiong Hu agreed or not.
Deputy Centurion Cai Dan was a little reluctant, but had to bring a huge horn.
This is the largest horn in the villa, and it is always worn by him personally.
"Master Xiong, let's get to know each other. I don't have any gifts for you, just a small horn." After saying that, he put the horn into Xiong Hu's hand.
Xiong Hu was about to refuse, but seeing the other party's enthusiasm, he couldn't refuse.
This horn is extremely luxuriously decorated. Not only is the mouthpiece made of gold, but other parts of it are also decorated with gold.
Seeing Xionghu looking at his horn, Kuodechi couldn't help but be overjoyed.
He hesitated for a few times before finally saying: "Master Xiong, I really like your whining thing. I wonder if you can give it to me?"
This is something that the security team distributes to commanders and above to command their subordinates. Even He Sian and Yi Shuitai also had it, but they didn't take it out.
Xionghu didn't expect that Kuodei would notice this whistle, and he was a little surprised.
But when he thought about it, although this was extremely common in security groups, it still didn't exist in Tubo.
It is different from the horn, one has a deep and thick sound, and the other has a high and loud sound.
This is of course particularly attractive to people who have never heard the sound of Tubo.
Xiong Hu was thinking about this, and Kuo Chi turned pale, thinking that he disagreed.
"Since you like it so much, I'll give it to you." Xiong Hu thought for a while, and now that the two parties are already good friends between Qin and Jin, there is no problem in giving it to him.
Kochi couldn't help but be overjoyed. He exchanged gifts with Xionghu for two purposes.
One is to get the opponent's distinctive whistle, and the other is to get the recognition of the security team.
If the relationship between the two people does not reach a very friendly level, the other party will never pay attention to you.
Now that he and Xiong Hu are exchanging information, it means that he has been recognized by Xiong Hu, the security corps leader, which greatly satisfies his vanity.
Danba and Dolma looked at each other and smiled when they saw their son finally exchanging gifts with each other's chief administrator.
They made concessions to their former slaves and put down their lives to accept Aunt Wang as their adopted daughter. Isn't it just to climb the big tree of the security team?
Kuo Di thought about it, hesitated again and again, and suddenly bowed his hands to Xiong Hu and said, "Master Xiong, I have one more thing I want to ask you."
"As long as I can do it, it doesn't matter." Xiong Hu didn't know what else he had to do, so he returned the favor and spoke more steadily.
Kuo Di's eyes glanced at the Hu-killing knife hanging on Xiong Hu's waist, and he bowed his hands in excitement and asked: "Master Xiong, can I get a long scimitar? No matter how much money I spend, it is worth it?"
He fought with He Sian twice, but was defeated repeatedly.
Kuo Di thought about it later, if he had a sword like He Si'an, the outcome would most likely have changed.
His sword is already made of hundreds of refined steel, and it is already a top-notch existence in Tubo.
But compared with a small officer in the security regiment, he suffered a huge loss in weapons.
After much deliberation, he finally came up with the idea of using the security team's sword.
"This is a Hu-killing knife and cannot be sold to outsiders." Xiong Hu shook his head and sighed.
Kuo Di still didn't give up. He raised his hands high and begged: "Master Xiong, I don't ask for much, I just want to buy a precious sword."
"This sword is usually not for sale." Seeing the disappointment on Kuo Di's face, Xiong Hu's next sentence surprised and delighted him.
Xiong Hu responded this way: "Although it is not sold to the outside world, it is free for the soldiers and horses of the security group."
The reason why people like Tubo became nobles was that they not only had thousands of acres of land, but also had thousands of farmers, slaves and independent soldiers.
Unlike the Song Dynasty, Tubo had soldiers, horses and money in the hands of the court. Their aristocracy was actually a small kingdom.
In the past, the so-called Zanpu was just a nominal ruler, a big nobleman governing a group of small noblemen.
And now Zampu is even worse. Since his strength is not as good as that of many great nobles, he is just a puppet.
Hearing Xiong Hu's words, Kuo Di fell into another difficulty.
If you want weapons, you have to become a member of the security group and lose your independent status.
If you want to gain independent status, you cannot obtain the weapons of the security corps.
What to do, is this a dilemma?
Seeing Kuodechi sinking into deep thought, Xionghu laughed.
He bowed to the Danba couple, got on his horse and left, leaving behind a man who was still thinking hard.
Kuo Di is distressed, and so is the other person.
This person is none other than Basang.
Basang went out with the security team Ma Li and was stopped by Chief Ciji.
Ciji was furious when he saw Basang following the security group, but the two sides did not fight.
He put down the fighting parties, led two hundred soldiers and horses, and ran towards Basang.
Ma Ma saw Ciji coming with a hundred soldiers and another hundred soldiers and horses, and did not dare to be careless.
Their horsepower is inferior to that of their opponent, and they have to protect hundreds of wounded soldiers. The situation is extremely serious.
"Get ready." He took out the tin trumpet and shouted to his men.
There were ninety soldiers in the formation, all raising their hand-held crossbows and aiming at the Tibetan heavy cavalry.
Ciji couldn't help but be secretly frightened when he saw the other party taking out a hand-held bed crossbow.
He could also use a spear to block the crossbow arrows, but he found it difficult to resist the thunderous thunder.
But what he didn't know was that Ma Li, the crossbow arrow, had been picked up from the ground, but the firearm had been completely consumed.
Although he suspected that the horsepower firearms were almost exhausted, he did not dare to take the risk.
The two sides were about a hundred steps apart, which was a safe distance.
He held a spear from a distance, pointed at Basang and asked: "Basang, why do you want to stay with the security group?"
"Why, haven't you seen it yet?" Basang bowed his hands and replied calmly.
"Could it be, could it be," Ciji looked at them repeatedly, pointed at the people behind Basang, and asked Basang, "could it be that you have surrendered?"
Basang's face darkened, and then he said decisively: "General, I do surrender."
"Why do you want to surrender? Are you worthy of Pingzhang Zhengshi Shamenbo Chan?" Ciji felt like his lungs were exploding with anger, and he scolded him fiercely.
Basang smiled miserably and shook his head: "We fought individually and fought in groups, but we still failed. We were completely defeated, we had nothing to say, we were defeated willingly. In the end we had to surrender. "
"Raising an army for a thousand days and using it for a while. Pingzhang Zhengshi Shamenbo Chanbu invested a lot of money on you. Is it just to make you surrender today?" Ciji's face was livid, and he continued to point at Basang with the spear in his hand, getting more and more worried. The more excited you are to reprimand the other person.
Hearing Ciji's words, some of Basang's men bowed their heads in shame, while some were furious.
They all looked up at Basang to see how he would answer.
"Pingzhang political minister Shamen Bochanbu invested a lot of money. Of course we have to fight for him. We think that we are completely worthy of his old man. General, look at our losses, 300 men and horses, everyone was injured, and almost all were seriously injured and dead. Accounting for most of them." Basang pointed at the more than two hundred soldiers carried on stretchers, and suddenly pointed the spear in his hand at Ciji, "General, when we entered from the temple, your soldiers and horses were six hundred, but now they are still six hundred. Hundred. I even doubt whether the general is really fighting or is he pretending to be fighting?"
In fact, only a few of Basang's men died and many were seriously injured, but now they are all lying on stretchers.
This time there were almost a hundred stretchers. Except for Basang and a few of his men, they were either carrying others or being carried by others.
After hearing Basang's words, all his men looked at Ciji, and couldn't help showing ridicule on their faces.
"You, you." Hearing Basang's sarcastic words, Ciji rolled his eyes and suddenly laughed, "Basang, you really don't know how to command, that's why we suffered so many casualties."
"Although the commander is incompetent, I have a clear conscience. Unlike someone who only conserves his strength." Basang suddenly pointed at the opponent with the spear in his hand and replied coldly.
"You're obviously incompetent, yet you still have to make excuses." Ciji pointed out the same words over and over again.
Basang smiled coldly, put his spear into the spear bag, and saluted: "General, I still have 600 troops, so I might as well go back and pay my respects. I'll say goodbye."
"General, his attitude is too irritating. Let's just take him down and hand him over to Pingzhang Political Minister Shamen Bo for explanation." Seeing Basang's attitude, the captain of Ciji's soldiers, Dundup, couldn't help but became furious and pointed at Basang. said.
Ciji looked at the well-horsed soldiers and horses, shook his head, and sighed: "Pingzhang Zhengshi Shamenbo Chan announced that there are a thousand heavy cavalry, and now they have lost 40%. They can't leave them all here, otherwise it will really happen." I don’t have the face to see anyone anymore.”
"General, what should we do now?" Dunzhu saw the security team holding a crossbow in their hands. He was immediately discouraged and looked at Ciji and asked.
Ciji looked up at the sky and shook his head: "It's now the Youshi hour and it's getting dark. We should go back and make a briefing to Pingzhang political minister Samana Bo."
"General, not only did we fail to capture the two slaves, but we also lost 40% of our troops. How can we inform the Pingzhang political minister Shamen Bo?" Dunzhu asked anxiously and worriedly.
Ciji thought for a moment and sighed: "Even though tens of thousands of soldiers and horses were defeated by the security group. The barbarians chased and intercepted them, but they also lost their troops. It's not that we didn't work hard, but the security group was too powerful. Although we lost Forty percent, but there are still 60% of the soldiers and horses who can retreat intact. Compared with the big talk about the Hu people, Pingzhang political minister Shramen Bo Chan should be able to communicate there."
"The general is wise." Hearing what Ciji said, he felt it was reasonable and nodded in praise.
Seeing Ciji leaving with his war horse, Ma Li took back the crossbow and found that his hands were all covered in sweat.
There is no fighting now, so naturally it is not the sweat of war.
Where did this sweat come from? It was naturally nervous sweat.
Just now, if the opponent tried his best to attack, he was not sure at all.
If there were no injured soldiers like Basang, he could still protect himself.
But Basang has surrendered to them, and Ma Li wants to ensure the safety of Basang and others even if he dies in battle.
Seeing Ciji leading his troops to retreat, Zhao Yang also breathed a sigh of relief.
Ma Li let go of the horse with sweat in his hands and came to Zhao Yang. He said to him solemnly: "General, this subordinate was very nervous just now."
"Not only you are like this, but I am also like this." Zhao Yang nodded, put away the bed crossbow, and his expression suddenly became relaxed.
Ma Li couldn't believe his ears: "What, General, are you like this too?"
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