No matter how chaotic the outside world is or how many peeping eyes exist, a banquet has passed in the central army's tent. When Zhao Shi signaled to end, the people who were full of wine and food all sued and left.

Those Tatars and Naiman leaders would not stay in the camp for too long. They needed to arrange personnel to receive the spoils of their own tribes, but they would not leave this grassland. In addition to waiting for the most important reward decision, they would consciously or unconsciously approach the center of power. This is human nature, and there is no need to explain in detail.

In the central army's tent, Zhao Shi left behind Buyan Xiban, Bulu Heitai, Alecha Xuetan, Ruwuer Aba, and suddenly several ten thousand household officials, as well as Mu Huali, Wang Shengbao, Wang Yanzhao, Li Xing and other confidant generals. These are the people who can truly determine the grassland pattern for the future period.

Zhong Qiniang also left the tent with the Mongolian girl. She knew that her husband wanted to discuss important matters with these people, so she summoned the guards outside the tent and surrounded the tent, so she no longer allowed anyone to go near and spy.

"Next, there are two things to do..."

Zhao Shi took a sip of the tea, and the fragrance of the tea made people feel very comfortable. This is the tribute tea sent from Datong, and it was transported from Chang'an to Datong. Of course, there were also a lot of fine wines coming together, but the ones that could come to the grassland were only one out of ten out of ten.

One is because the journey is too far and the loss is amazing. Secondly, some of these extravagant things that show their identity and favor have become, while others have the mansion of Xuanfu envoys in Datong.

But speaking of this, after drinking too much milk tea and milk wine, the tea leaves in the south will have an indescribable taste. Zhao Shi would not pay attention to these, but the supplies on the grassland are too scarce. Even ordinary southern Han figures seem to be extremely precious here. Moreover, how can the tea wine that can enter his mouth today be ordinary...

Therefore, this tea fragrance mixed with the taste of power is enough to make any man obsessed with...

He put down the tea bowl without saying anything, so he went straight to the point, because he could be regarded as his confidant here, and there was no need to mention several Qin generals. Not only was Buyan Xiban his nephew, but he also helped him up the position of his great khan.

The remaining ten thousand household officials were also divided by him. It can be said that the people in the account, as well as the people and strength they represent, have been closely close to him. If this is not a confidant, then what can be considered a confidant?

After hearing what he said, everyone in the tent unconsciously straightened their bodies and listened quietly.

Zhao Shi looked at them and continued, "Actually, it's still one thing in general. We need an alliance to end the war in the past two years."

Everyone was shocked. Although Mu Huali and other Qin generals were curious, they were just a little curious. The word "Alli" must be targeted at the grassland tribe and had little to do with the Qin army...

But others will not be so calm. Alliance is a grand event, a grand event for grassland people.

The last time the Tatars gathered on the banks of the Eram River, they elected their great khan. Later, they hunted each other and participated in the alliance. They not only condensed the hearts of the Tatars, but also produced several tens of thousands of households. They also added the golden crown representing majesty and divine power to the general, officially establishing his authority among the Tatars.

At this time, we will join forces again... Whether it is the Tatars led by Buyan Xiban or Ruwuer Aba, who represents the Naiman, they can't help but think a lot.

The tent was silent, but everyone's eyes were full of light. These grassland nobles had a lot to ask, but there were too many things to ask, but they felt that they could not speak.

Zhao Shi was not in a hurry. He had already decided this matter in his heart before pursuing Naiman Khan's tent. As the grassland nobles here thought, many things would be decided in this alliance, and it was indeed the end of the grassland battle. After that, it was time for the Qin army to leave the grassland and return south...

Zhao Shi did not interrupt everyone's thoughts, and nodded gently to Mu Huali, and said softly: "Go, get Dadaer back..."

Mu Huali left quickly, and Zhao Shi was actually a little helpless. Since it was an alliance, he would naturally not miss the Sikrei tribe who had already gone to Chang'an to seek title.

Originally, Tusahhe, the prince of the Krei tribe, should have been here to listen, but the prince of the Sickeli tribe drank too much before, and the others were not worth enough.

Of course, according to time, Kuetemur should be coming back here soon, but it is not advisable to wait for such a big thing. Moreover, when the grassland matters are over, how many big things will be waiting for the future...

Therefore, Sangkun's daughter could only make up for it. Moreover, he had sent someone to the Krei tribe to learn about this matter before, and I thought that Sangkun would not object.

After a moment, the Mongolian girl followed Mu Huali into the tent. Even though she was a bold and unrestrained Mongolian, she had never experienced many such scenes. She was full of men and powerful men. Some of her eyes were as sharp as a knife, some were as deep as a sea, and some were as calm as a mountain. She was stared at by such gazes. Not to mention her, even if her father came, he would definitely feel inexplicably pressured.

And she didn't know why her future husband came to her at this time, so she seemed a little nervous and restrained.

After the Mongolian girl saluted, she turned her bright eyes and tried to calm her mind.

Zhao Shi waved his hand, "Sit beside me and listen carefully. Every word that follows may be related to the future of the Krei tribe, and every word you say afterwards will also represent your father, brother and the Krei tribe."

The Mongolian girl was extremely intelligent and immediately understood what she meant. Thinking of her drunk brother, she was not only nervous but also breathless, but she was full of anger. She really wanted to pull her brother's ear and kick him hard.

However, she still knew the priorities and moved her steps slowly, trying to make herself not look so immature. At the same time, she kept begging in her heart to give her enough courage and wisdom to meet the heavy responsibility that was suddenly added to her...

When he came to Zhao Shi, he sat cross-legged and swept his eyes across everyone's faces. The solemn expressions between everyone's expressions and the banquet just now seemed to have changed.

So she knew that this negotiation was really important, which made her even more nervous, but strangely, there was still excitement in her heart.

Zhao Shi knocked on the table in front of him, and a heavy voice immediately sounded in the tent.

"The Tatars, Naimans, Mongols, and Han people have all gathered here. We also represent the Great Qin, the Tatar tribes, the emerging Naiman tribes, and the Kelie tribes. In the future, the grasslands under our feet will be decided by us. Whoever obeys us will receive glory and wealth, and whoever disobeys us will be our enemies and will not have the power to survive in our sight..."

There is no doubt that this is the declaration of the conqueror. When everyone heard this, their hearts became hot. Even the Mongolian girl had her eyes shining. Unlike other men who were aroused with passion, she was a little intoxicated and looked at the tall figure beside her, thinking that only if such words were spoken by someone like him would make people so convincing and thrilling?

Zhao Shi's deep eyes swept across everyone's faces, and continued with a more emphasis on his tone: "We need to establish some simple order and rules to establish our authority, so we need an alliance to do this..."

He paused, then slowed down his tone and brought some ease, "Of course, our name has spread on the grassland, many people who fear us are watching, many people who are hostile to us, or have ambitions are looking for our weaknesses..."

"Speaking of this, we have many weaknesses. For example, the civil strife of the Tatars had just passed and was not very strong. For example, the subordinates of Ruwuer Aba were not many, which was not enough to restore the glory of the Naimans. For example, the Krei tribe had just split, and their weakness would take a while to disappear. For example, the Qin Dynasty could not keep its sight on the grassland for a long time."

"Perhaps, those enemies, and those with ambition, are waiting for the arrival of a moment of division and hatred for us..."

"No, my uncle, all those in this tent will be brothers and friends. We once fought together and shared a tent. Those who betrayed will eventually be despised by the gods."

"Ruul Aba swears here that the Naimans will be the Tatars, the brothers of the Krei tribe, and their enemies are the enemies of our Naimans..."

The crisp voice of the Mongolian girl also added in, "Dadarzhen, on behalf of her father, the entire Krei tribe swears to Changshengtian that the Krei tribe will become indestructible allies with the Tatars and the Naimans, and maintain their majesty just as they maintain the majesty of the Krei tribe."

The few people who spoke actually represented the three most powerful tribes in the entire central grassland. The words they spoke here were equivalent to making a covenant.

But Zhao Shi didn't want just these...
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