Walking on the muddy grass where the winter snow began to melt, Ding Yiliu felt that her feet were almost frozen, and her whole body was wet and cold.

Since he became the general manager of Cishan, he has switched to Xishan to create a commercial area. He is so pampered that he has not suffered this crime for a long time.

However, after all, he was a man who could survive in a black coal mine. He was already different from those weak scholars in the Ming Dynasty.

After twisting the ice water on the shoes hard, he changed into a new pair of shoes. Ding Yiliu, who was so cold that he still spoke firmly: "Stay a little first, and then keep moving forward. You must go to this place today!"

The location marked on the sheepskin map is a hill more than 500 miles northwest of the Mongolejin tribe. According to the information obtained by the United Front Work Department, there are many neutral tribes living there.

These include Khosot, Choros, Dulbert, Turgut, and other small tribes - and these tribes are all descendants of the Oirat.

The Ola Empire was once prosperous for a while, and its founder was Yesian, who captured the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and created the Tumu Fort Incident. But with Yesian being killed, the empire fell apart from then on.

Most tribes were scattered to the Western Regions west of the desert, but some tribes survived tenaciously and became vassals under the little prince.

But the little prince Dayan Khan belonged to the Tatars and was a descendant of the Golden Family. He had a considerable barrier and hatred for Yesen who replaced the Northern Yuan emperor Tutuobuhua, and he had always suppressed these tribes.

After taking a big sip of wine, Ding Yiliu handed the wine bag to the translator beside him.

This time he brought twenty Han soldiers and two hundred Mongolejin warriors. The goods in the team were not too much, but they were all very popular products on the grassland, such as salt, grain, silk and tea.

When everyone was drinking and warmed up their bodies and was about to set off, they suddenly heard a horn sound of "whimpering" in front of them.

Ding Yiliu was immediately shocked and saw a Mongolian man riding a maroon horse rushing towards his caravan like the wind. Then, he couldn't help but laugh.

Just a person, what is it?

This is not the first time he has traded with another tribe. He has been accustomed to death when encountering some conflicts in the middle. The reactions of the guards behind him are even calmer than Ding Yiliu. Some of them are just glanced at them and they are too lazy to pay attention to them.

But just as Ding Yiliu was about to give orders to ask a few people to capture the strange young man, the smile on his face gradually solidified.

Because there were a large number of Mongolian warriors appearing in the hills behind the man. The sound of horse hooves rumbled, and there were endless people behind the hills, at least a few thousand people.

Soon these people rushed around the caravan on the muddy grass.

The splashing mud spots followed one after another, and Ding Yiliu didn't even have time to cover his eyes. But the Mongolian men were still running back and forth, looking at the supplies on the truck, waving weapons and laughing loudly.

At this moment, the caravan's guards became panicked.

The Han soldiers picked up the spear, but didn't know where to stab. The warriors of the Mongolez tribe had no time to get on the horse, so they could only hold the scimitar and screamed loudly.

The situation suddenly became tense, and the weak caravan was like a little white rabbit surrounded by wolves in front of these people.

On the contrary, although Ding Yiliu was also very nervous and scared, after reacting, he carried the translator and shouted loudly: "Put down the weapons, let all of us put down the weapons!"

The scattered Mongolians actually didn't like to obey orders, but since the Huo Screen reformed the tribe, these warriors also had a little enlightenment as soldiers.

With the translator's loud call, although they knew that they would have no power to fight back. However, Ding Yiliu kept asking the translator to order one by one, and they began to do it one by one.

The first young man who rushed over seemed to be very interested in this caravan mixed with Han and Meng. He rode a horse to Ding Yiliu, and asked with a beautiful corner of his mouth.

Of course, Ding Yiliu couldn't understand.

But he was not afraid of this, but he was afraid that the translator around him would not understand it.

After all, Mongolian language is not common in the entire Mongolian grassland. Especially this is the territory of the Oirat, which is a translator of the Mongolez tribe who belongs to the Tatar branch. It is normal that I cannot understand Oirat language.

Sure enough, the most terrifying thing happened, and the translator was confused.

Fortunately, the young man dressed in luxury actually knew Mongolian and asked Ding Yiliu again. The translator's face looked much better and began to say to Ding Yiliu: "He asked who we are."

Ding Yiliu first gave a Mongolian ceremony to stroke his chest with one hand, then took out a piece of colorful silk and respectfully presented it to the young man, then spoke: "The heaven of immortality is above, we are the caravans of the Mengguolejin tribe. At the order of our banner owner, we will bring happiness and health to our compatriots on the grassland."

The translator quickly conveyed this sentence, but the young man sneered and threw the silk into the mud as soon as he dismounted.

Unfortunately, when his hand touched the smooth and weak silk, the young man was obviously surprised. Then he couldn't bear to throw it away, so he hung it shamelessly on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, his momentum did not collapse much. He put the scimitar on Ding Yiliu's neck and said a short sentence with a cold expression.

"He said thank you for your generosity. After killing all of us, these goods will belong to them." The translator trembled and recounted Ding Yiliu.

Thanks for not speaking!

After all, Ding Yiliu didn't understand it just now, so he didn't look much afraid, and he also gave him time to react.

So when the young man was in high spirits and was waiting for Ding Yiliu to beg for mercy, Ding Yiliu just smiled, tore open the felt cloth on the truck, and said, "This distinguished guest, these supplies can only be eaten by a hundred people for ten days. After killing me, the only trade route to this place will be cut off!"

During these days on the grassland, Ding Yiliu knew that the Mongolians were less rude to business and lacked materials, so they advocated commerce. Especially the protection of caravans was written in their laws, treating caravans as the existence of human blood.

Sure enough, after the translation and retelling, the young man's face became much ugly. He seemed a little angry, and then shouted something.

Ding Yiliu can guess these without translation.

It is nothing more than that the Mongols are born warriors. If they want to get what they want, they just ride a war horse and pick up a machete to snatch it from the Han people.

"Dignity guests, don't the Han people resist? Will there be no casualties in robbing? Is it because the little prince oppresses you so harshly that you still have to continue to work hard for it, but you can only get the least supplies and finally wait for death?"

The translator listened to these words in a daze and was a little afraid to say them. But Ding Yiliu spoke sternly and said, "Translation, just translate it as what I said, and translate it word by word!"

The translator then spoke tremblingly and stuttered. Unfortunately, if he had such momentum, his essence would be lost.

Fortunately, Ding Yiliu's eyes were still firm, looking straight into the young man's eyes. Seeing him became surprised at first, then angry, and then angry...

But just as the young man roared and was about to slash Ding Yiliu's head with a knife, Ding Yiliu still had no blinking his eyelids. It was only at the last moment that he closed his eyes reflexively.

However, the strong pain did not come.

All I could hear was the young man's heartfelt laughter. Then Ding Yiliu opened his eyes and saw the young man turn over and say something to them.

"He, he said we welcome us to visit the tribe. He praised the Lord as a real warrior. The Oirat would not attack the caravan, nor would they kill a warrior at will."

"The bullshit warrior...it's still the boss right. You can't be cowardly when you meet the Mongols. The more you coward, the faster you die."

Ding Yiliu muttered in a low voice, then let go, pinching her fingers that were red from her skin. After taking a deep breath, she felt that her body was no longer so stiff.

But as soon as he took a step, he suddenly realized that he might have encountered his fortune this time.

Over the years, the United Front Work Department Minister of the Mongolejin tribe, his boss He Jin, asked herders to bring goods to the grassland to do business everywhere, and the news had obviously spread secretly.

These Oirats were ambushing in advance, and probably received the news, waiting for them day and night.

If you really want to rob, killing me cleanly without saying a word is the king. How could you send a young man with obvious identity to tell him a lot of nonsense?

After understanding these things, Ding Yiliu's mind was filled with He Jin's words: "Don't think that the Mongolians have no brains. They have also established the Dayuan, and their routines are very profound..."
Chapter completed!