Chapter 524 Calming the Violent Spirit (VI)

The person who was full of praise for the new two-wheeled carriage was none other than the little lion.

As soon as he heard the little lion's voice, Pierre suddenly felt a headache.

Because the little lion has been pestering him all the way, trying his best to exchange for a new-style carriage to take back to the Chihe tribe.

Pierre refused again and again, but the little lion refused to give up and continued to rub him the wrong way.

Pierre had no other choice but to hide away.

Just because the other party's identity is so special, he is not only White Lion's biological brother and the first heir to the "Khan position" of the Chihe tribe, he is also a shareholder of the caravan and the "owner" of nearly half of the goods that Pierre is escorting at the moment.

What's even more terrible is that the other party has a very close personal relationship with His Excellency Winters Montagne, and this time he is going to the new land as an envoy.

Pierre could not neglect both emotion and reason, so he had no choice but to hide.

But even if you hide and hide, there will always be times when you can't escape, like now.

Pierre could only cope with his headache.

"What a good horse! Mr. Ahaqi." Pierre forced a smile and commented perfunctorily but politely: "The hooves, the legs, the fur..."

"That's natural! Looking at everything, this is one of the best horses." The little lion pulled the reins and circled in a circle, showing off the black horse under him from all angles. He boasted: "Even if it's the same horse as Winters, The white horse that my brother took away is not much worse."

Pierre's eyelids couldn't stop twitching when he heard the little lion calling the centurion by his first name.

But the other party's words still successfully attracted his attention.

After carefully inspecting the dark horse, Pierre could not help but exclaim: "It is indeed a good horse."

"Can I still lie to you? You don't know how much effort I put into getting this black horse." The little lion patted the black horse's neck with a look of pain on his face: "If you want it, just take it away. "

Pierre, who was obviously very tempted, heard this and immediately refused without any hesitation: "Thank you for your love, I am just a soldier of Montagne Montagne. I don't even have the rank of an officer. I can't afford such a magnificent war horse."

The little lion knew that he failed again this time, but he still joked: "Why can't you afford it? Just take a small car instead. If you feel that you are treating me too badly, just give me two cars."

"Those two-wheeled carriages were trial-produced by Your Excellency. They are not my private property and I have no right to control them. The carriages are only temporarily given to the transportation team for trial use. I have no right to allocate them..."

"Ha, I don't believe it." The little lion laughed.

Pierre was at a loss for words, so he came up with another argument: "You are the Yan of the Red River Department, so why do you care about this small car? The most indispensable thing in the wilderness is the Lele car, isn't it?"

The little lion replied generously: "When you see something good, you want it. That's what people do."

"People should know how to restrain their desires." Pierre retorted instinctively: "Desire is a gift from the devil. Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden because they failed to restrain their desires and ate the forbidden fruit."

The little lion looked Pierre up and down, his eyes making Pierre very uncomfortable.

Just when Pierre was looking for an excuse to say goodbye, the little lion pretended to be surprised and asked: "Then you already have new land, why do you still want 'new land'?"

Pierre instantly became alert: "Waixin Reclamation Land? What Wai Xin Reclamation Land? Mr. Yahaqi, who told you?"

"No one needs to tell me that I am not deaf, blind or stupid. Besides, how can such a big thing be hidden? Sooner or later, everyone will know."

"Your Excellency never thought of hiding it, but the matter has not yet been finalized and needs to be submitted to the National Assembly for approval..."

The little lion waved his hand nonchalantly: "I don't understand what you are talking about, but I understand 'deep winter in the mountains'. Since he has drawn the bow, he will definitely shoot out the arrow. And he has already pulled the bow. Open. I think about it. You think about it the same way. Why waste your saliva?

"It's better to say it frankly and clearly, why do you want to cultivate new land when you have new land?"

Pierre was silent for a moment: "The new land needs a barrier."

“The ‘no man’s land’ is originally a barrier.”

Pierre was silent for another moment: "After the Blood Mud War, there was a major reshuffle among the tribes on the south coast. Many Hud people fled into the 'no man's land'. You had to find a way to accommodate them, and you had to set up an agency to manage them."

"You don't have to take in the escapees."

"In any case, the land we want does not originally belong to any tribe. We only want the land that originally belonged to the 'no man's land'."

"Heh." The little lion responded casually: "You said the same thing last time.

"You said the same thing last time.

"You said the same thing last time."

Pierre was completely silent.

The little lion shrugged nonchalantly, spread his hands and said: "So, no matter what you say, the children of the various tribes will not believe it. The children of the various tribes will only believe that 'the army of two-legged people is coming again' and they will capture the various tribes again." The boys are going to be slaves.”

"Please believe that, Your Excellency Yahaqi, we have no intention of restarting the war, nor do we want to start a new war with the Hed tribes." Pierre immediately solemnly explained.

The little lion nodded, as sincerely as Pierre praised his horse.

Pierre had nothing to say.

"That's why I want to ask you," the little lion glanced at the Warlord of the Waixin Reclamation, "see if you know - why did Winters Montagne take the Waisin Reclamation?"

Pierre didn't know how to answer. There was only one answer he could give, and that was "please ask Montagne yourself."

But the governor of the new land outside was unwilling to answer like this, because it was tantamount to admitting defeat to the special envoy of the Red River Tribe.

And the little lion was not in a hurry, and continued to ride side by side with Pierre, waiting leisurely for Winters's men to speak.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, a wisp of white smoke rose from the front of the caravan.

Although the smoke was blown away by the strong wind in the wilderness before it flew very high, it was enough for the people behind the caravan to notice it.

Pierre and the little lion also saw the white smoke.

"Enemy attack?" The little lion was slightly surprised.

"White smoke, no gunshots, not enemy attack, but messengers," Pierre thought.

But he did not explain the idea of ​​the Tiefeng County Army's signal to the Hede people, but simply told the little lion: "I have to go to the front to see, Lord Yahaqi."

After that, Pierre said goodbye to the special envoy of the Red River Tribe, whipped his horse, and galloped towards the caravan in front.

Pierre certainly would not mistake the signal. It was not the enemy who came to the caravan, but a messenger, and a messenger that Pierre did not expect.

"Why are you here, Vasya?" Pierre was shocked.

"Of course I'm here to see you!" Vasya answered cheerfully, and then, a little more formally, informed Pierre: "The centurion wants to see you."

"Your Excellency wants to see me? Now?" Pierre was a little suspicious, but he quickly got into the situation and immediately replied: "Yes! I'll go back to Maplestone City and wait for me to arrange a convoy..."

"No need." Vasya smiled and said: "The centurion is outside the new reclamation land."

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[West Bank of Shovel Lake]

[Old Camp of Wendor]

Pierre, who rushed back to the old camp of Wendor without stopping, instinctively wondered if he had taken the wrong road.

He tried to recall it and made sure he hadn't taken the wrong road.

He looked at Vasya beside him, trying to see the same doubt on his companion's face.

However, Sergei Morozov's son had a silly smile on his face, as always.

So Pierre looked at the terrain around the old camp again - it was still the same mound, the same grassland, the Shovel Lake in the distance, and the bare Iron Peak still standing alone in the distance.

However, the scene in the old camp was completely different from before.

When Pierre left, the old camp of the Wendour tribe was just a small village surrounded by wooden fences, plus more than 20 felt tents around it.

More than a hundred men, women, old and young who stayed behind tried their best to maintain the daily operation of the old camp.

Every day they were busy with milking, herding sheep, feeding cows, herding horses, beating cream, washing wool, drawing wool yarn, tanning leather, sewing clothes...

In short, they were busy from morning to night, and there was always endless work to do. The sound of pounding mare's milk came one after another, and there was no peace in the camp for a moment.

In the wilderness, it might have been called a lively and prosperous settlement.

But compared with the city of settlers, the old camp of the Wendour tribe was not worth mentioning at all.

Needless to say, Fengshi City, which is also the "provincial capital" in theory, even Revodan, which is located at the edge of the alliance territory, and even Dusa Village in the most remote Langtun Town of Revodan, are far more lively than the old camp of the Wendour tribe.

Moreover, being in the wilderness made the old camp of the Wenduoer tribe look even more desolate and lonely.

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However, at this moment, the old camp had completely changed.

Pierre rubbed his eyes and looked at the old camp carefully.

The wooden village was still there, but the tents surrounding it were no longer just a few dozen, but hundreds of tents—no, thousands of tents!

The round tents, like morning glories, stretched from the wooden village to the pond in the distance.

The grassland, which was originally like a green canvas, was also trampled into the shape of a road by the passing livestock and carts.

There were faint cries of livestock in the distance, presumably cattle and sheep were being slaughtered.

Pierre had only been away for a few days, and the desolate old camp of the Wenduoer tribe had turned into a sea of ​​the Hede people.

"Let's go." Vasika called Pierre proudly, pulling him to ride to the center of the tent group: "The centurion is still waiting for you to return."

The further we went, the louder the music became. The sounds of the harp, mouth harp and small drum intertwined, sounding a little noisy because they came from different places.

In the open space between the tents, people were dancing and singing around a pile of campfires.

Going further, the aroma of barbecue became stronger and stronger. It was the kind of aroma that was roasted until the fat was slightly melted, roasted until a thin layer of charred crust was on the surface, and roasted until the juice overflowed when you took a bite. It immediately aroused Pierre's hunger and made his empty stomach rumble.

Pierre swallowed his saliva and continued to walk forward until he came to the gate of the wooden stockade.

Among the guards around the fence, Pierre found many familiar faces, not only the light cavalry he had previously commanded, but also the faces of the cavalry under Major Seber and Lieutenant Cellini.

Entering the gate, he met Bell who was busy and exhausted. As soon as Bell saw Pierre, he couldn't help but yelled:

"I told you not to go, but you insisted on going. Why did you come back now? The centurion wanted you to "manage" the banquet, but... well, I have to take over."

After that, Bell took Pierre's hand and dragged him to rush around in the wooden village.

The two of them went straight to the palace tent in the center of the camp.

When the curtain was lifted, Blood Wolf was sitting in the center of the palace tent.

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