"Are you humiliating me?"

With a loud bang, Shu Chi slapped the table, waiting for Mu Huali opposite, with his eyes as fire and angry. There was a little scarlet on his white robe, which looked really fierce and powerful.

Mu Huali smiled and drank the wine in one go, and signaled to Prince Sangkun. Sangkun's face was gloomy. He looked at Jochi and said sternly: "Juchi, this is the sweat tent of the Kelie tribe. Are you roaring here, do you want to offend our dignity?"

Shu Chi's face turned red and she looked at her eyes angrily, not afraid of anything. The person beside him pulled him hard and muttered in his ear in a low voice. Shu Chi's fierce eyes wandered around the two of them, and then slowly sat down.

The man beside Shuqi bowed to Wang Han to caress his chest and said in a deep voice: "Khan, Genghis Khan sent us here to express his respect to you and tell us that in the Krei tribe, it is like returning to his own grassland, because he and you have an unforgettable friendship...

But in your tent, we are insulted, so should we leave the tent and return to our own place?"

At this time, Tuohu leaned over and whispered in Mu Huali's ear: "This person is Kubilai from the Baruleth tribe, Yunduchi in Genghis Khan's tent, he is brave and good at fighting, and is wise and wise."

Mu Huali nodded slightly. Yun Duchi said in Chinese that he was just a guard with a knife. He couldn't be said to be very noble, but he must be the person he trusted the most.

At this time, Wang Han's voice came, and Tuohu immediately retracted his head.

"Sangkun, you are a little rude. Shuchi is your Anda's son. You should not humiliate him like this with outsiders. No matter what happens, we and Temujin are all family after all..."

The big tent was quiet. This was the first time Wang Han expressed dissatisfaction with Sang Kun in public in recent years. Everyone knew about the differences between the father and son, but it was the first time that he made it public.

A blush rose on Sangkun's face. He looked at his father angrily and said in a voice: "Father Khan, do you think that... Temujin is really a family with us? He..."

"shut up……"

Before he could finish his words, Wang Han leaned over and exuded his majesty, "We and Temujin came from the same ancestor, we believed in the same god, we used to grazing on the same grassland. We used to drink the same river water, and don't listen to the provocations of outsiders. The Mongolians will eventually have to make the decision..."

Such words are very straightforward.

Mu Huali's calm smile disappeared on his face. His face was as cold as frost, and his eyes became as sharp as a knife. At this time, he showed his true glory and edges.

"May I ask Da Khan, who do you mean by outsiders?"

"If that means us, then Mu Huali wants to ask you, although my master is not a Mongolian, who extended a helping hand to you and your tribe when the Krei tribe was embarrassed... The master sent me to help the Krei tribe defeat the enemy, and we came to your tent as a guest..."

"We are full of joy. We do not take favors to repay us. We are happy and encouraging that the Krei tribe can restore peace. Why do you use words like outsiders to humiliate us in person?"

"Mu Huali was born in a humble family, and it may not be anything in your eyes. However, the dignity of my master is something you... and everyone here cannot imagine. Your words not only humiliated me, but also humiliated my master. Believe me, the master's anger is something that the Krei tribe and even the entire Mongolians cannot bear..."

"We come with kindness. The warriors under our command have shed blood for the Krei tribe. Don't let the blood flow in vain, don't let us go in disappointment, otherwise, the former allies will definitely become enemies. Take back your words, Khan, I don't want to say them again."

Mu Huali's voice echoed in the tent, without being passionate, without any anger mixed in it, and his tone was calm, as if he was narrating a fact.

Only when it is so calm can the meaning of anger in the words be expressed so clearly.

In the Khaled tent of the Khaled tribe, the Khaled king of the Khaled tribe was criticized in person. Not to mention that in the Khaled tribe, even in the entire grassland tribe, such a thing is unique.

No one here expected that the Mongol general who kept smiling and looked a little gentle, would become so intense when he got angry.

Wang Han's face turned red, his muscles were twitching, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say anything, but his eyes had already revealed that he was extremely angry. This was not a great sweat known for his generousness. His reputation was spread on the grassland with the word "brutality".

Sang Kun's face was a little pale, and he looked at Mu Huali in shock. He didn't understand why this young Mongolian man who had been calm had erupted on such an occasion, which made him very embarrassed and fell into a dilemma.

At this time, most of the nobles in the tent were stunned, but then someone shouted angrily, and accusing their Khan here was like offending the Krei tribe, which was simply intolerable.

Mu Huali slowly stood up and looked around and smiled. At this time, he was the most dazzling one in the tent. Everyone's light was covered by him, and everyone's sharpness was taken away by him.

He smiled contemptuously, "It turns out that the Krei tribe that once threatened the Mongolian tribes is like this. You can drink and laugh here. We exchanged it for blood. Even the Naiman prisoners of war killed by some prince who thought he was honored, we also caught them. Since Temujin and the Krei tribe are a family, we outsiders will not stay here for a long time. I don't know that Temujin will help you defeat the Naiman people when he comes here, or will he take away your tribes and flocks first.

Just like those Naimans who were tied up just now, they were killed in the sweat tent like pigs and dogs…”

The voice suddenly became weaker, and the angry people were still angry, but Mu Huali immediately exposed the things they didn't want to remember.

Temujin, a fearsome name. They dared to challenge the powerful Naiman tribe, but did not dare to turn around and compete with Temujin for the pasture. This is the Kelie tribe, the once powerful Kelie tribe.

They were huddled in the turtle shell and were always unwilling to face the greatest threat from the Krei tribe. Their cowardice was engraved into their bones from the moment they moved westward.

Therefore, they can tolerate Temujin's son showing off his might in the sweat tent, so they can tolerate the real enemy laughing and drinking in the sweat tent, because they are afraid, afraid that that will get angry, and vent their anger on the head of the Krei tribe.

Sang Kun's hesitation and Wang Han's unsteady are here...

Mu Huali was relaxed, but he was also a little bitter, so his master might have to mess up his job.

But since Wang Han's words were expressed, it was equivalent to the Krei tribe who expressed his attitude. The Mongols had to solve the problems themselves, and such a result was the worst.

There is a great possibility that the Krei tribe was incorporated into Genghis Khan's command, so it would be better to turn against him and let the Krei tribe go to the devil.

Zhang Jin and Zhao Sanchun also stood up and were ready to protect General Mu from rushing out of the tent and meet with the guards outside. As long as they return to their camp, they would be safe.

The Mongolian envoys all had some relaxed smiles on their faces. As envoys, they didn't know how to hide their emotions. Of course, they didn't need to hide them too much. These Han people who came out of nowhere seemed to have become their natural enemies. Moreover, with the help of the Han people, the Kelie tribe defeated the Naiman tribe. In this case, there was no preparation before they came to the Kelie tribe.

But although they had no idea about the way to deal with it, they always knew that it was impossible to let the Krei tribe form an alliance with the Han people. This was undoubtedly the case, and the current situation was very beneficial to them.

Exiting these Han people from the Krei tribe or killing them should be satisfactory for the Mongolian tribes...

In fact, at this time, they could see a good show by just watching, but they had an impulsive and irritable prince...

He stood up suddenly, and the bloodthirsty excitement once again appeared on his young face, and the people next to him had no time to stop him.

I heard the Mongolian prince shout: "Dear King Khan, such an arrogant guy is not worthy of being your guest. Let Shuchi kill him for you and give his head to you to calm your anger..."

Wang Han's face changed, angry and helpless. Now there are enough enemies in the Kelie tribe, and they are still very weak. He doesn't want to offend more and more powerful enemies.

It was really bad to turn an allies into enemies, and most importantly, he didn't want the Krei tribe to bear the reputation of ungratefulness, and comforting and procrastination were what he really wanted. The reason why he leaned towards Temujin was because Temujin was too close to him.

Temujin's ambitions were very clear. His son only knew how to hate the other party, but he didn't expect that disgust could not stop the ambitions of others. Perhaps only kindness and reputation could make Temujin a little more concerned...

But the matter was something he had never expected. Tonight's banquet should have made these two groups of envoys leave the tent with satisfaction and expectation. By next spring, the Krei tribe continues to go west and leave the northeast grassland farther, and then make a choice.
Chapter completed!