"Press in for me", Guarjia waved his left arm and shouted loudly. He accidentally touched his right arm that was injured on his chest. His body shook so big that it was so painful that it shook, and he groaned.

"Shan, how?" asked the big shaman next to him with concern.

"You might as well, let's see me avenge the warriors tomorrow." Guarja gritted his teeth with hatred.

"Look the despicable Ming dog to light the sky lantern to sacrifice to my warriors", "put it in the oil pan", "drag it to death", "cut it down and feed the wolf", just as the tribe leaders in the tent were preparing a way to die for the people, the envoy of the Ming Dynasty walked in slowly under the "huddle" of the female warriors.

"The despicable and bright dog, I will give my brother my fate." Guarja jumped up and caught the person in his chest. Everyone surrounded them in the middle and shouted loudly in their respective tribes.

The visitor could actually understand Guaerjia's Jurchen language. He gently broke Guaerjia's hands and replied in Jurchen language, "Is this the way for Jurchen men to treat guests?"

"You are a guest, a joke, you are a jackal who eats people and does not spit bones. During the day, you have killed many brothers. Now you are here to be a lobbyist again. Don't think about it. Seeing that you dare to come to my camp, we will let you choose a way to die, saying, do you want to bleed or not?" The great shaman suddenly opened his eyes with a squint, revealing a ray of fierce light.

"Shaman, the two countries will fight to fight and not kill the envoys." A patriarch of Hezhe tribe advised carefully.

"He is not here to send a trooper, he is the devil, the devil who killed my brother," Guarja yelled, reaching out to pull the knife on his waist. "I won't let you laugh at us for the more we bully the less. Come on, I will let you and let the immortal heaven decide our life and death."

The visitor chuckled again, revealing a row of white and neat teeth. "I can't beat you, but if you kill me, you will definitely regret it."

"Repent, I started killing people since I was thirteen and never knew what the word regret is."

"Kill him"! "Kill him"! "Kill him"! The tribes around them shouted to encourage Guarja while retreating, leaving a circular empty space in the big tent. The whole big tent swayed in the shouting.

"Have you ever killed your brother? How many people do you know will die because of you?"

"Death on the battlefield is the glory of my Jurchen athlete. I will beat you tomorrow, but if you kill me, no one will frown. Don't talk nonsense, be ready to start. If you don't choose weapons again, I'm not polite."

Hearing this, the person who came shook his head, sighed softly, and touched his arms with his hand.

Hula, the onlookers automatically took a few steps back. The power of the firearm during the day made everyone feel scared. Several loyal guards quickly squeezed in front of them. Once the Khan King made a mistake, they were ready to rush forward and dismember Mingzhe Blade.

The Ming Chuang pondered for a moment, slowly took out a large gourd from his arms, carefully scraped off the wax from the mouth of the gourd, unscrewed the lid, and quickly clamped the lid.

Guarjia was slightly stunned. He didn't know what he was selling in the gourd. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and was about to pounce on him, but a faint fragrance came from his nostrils, which made him feel energetic.

"Slow", the great shaman suddenly screamed like crazy, rushed to the middle of the venue, his big eyes like a copper bell flashed blue light, staring at the gourd in the hands of the visitor, and his body trembled slightly with excitement.

"Musk"!, the voices of cheering around almost turned into cheers, and they rushed forward together, surrounding Ming Jun in the middle.

During the fierce battle during the day, many injured warriors of various tribes were killed, and the medicinal materials carried by the tribes were exhausted in an instant. A large number of tribe warriors were unconscious due to pain, and their lives and deaths were uncertain. Shamans and wizards in various tribes were helpless and could only pray that God would bless the warriors to immortality. Now someone brought the musk with the effect of resurrection to the death. The small thing was grinding and crushing for the coma to rinse it with cold water, which could wake the injured. I don’t know how many people could turn back from the gates of hell, which was related to the lives of the tribes. How could everyone not be excited?

Ming Zhi snorted in his nose, his eyes facing the sky, and asked lazily: "Now, do you still want to let me die so quickly?"

"If you offend me, you will only offend me when you are offended. Please take care of me." A patriarch who often deals with the Han people immediately had a 540-degree circumcision and replied in stiff Chinese. The other patriarchs guessed his general advice, echoed with the voice, and rolled down in various pleasing languages.

Virtue, the Ming-speaking cursed with dissatisfaction in his stomach. The anger finally calmed down. Thinking about the almost omniscient Marquis Wu, who had just arrived, asked himself why he didn't bring Xuelian. This is to treat injuries, not to treat infertility, what does Xuelian do? I really don't know where this guy heard that Xuelian can survive.

(Note: Musk, an ancient Chinese life-saving medicine, traditional Chinese medicine believes that it has the effects of treating fainting, relieving pain, and unblocking meridians. Now it is used to rescue patients with gas poisoning. This is not a fabrication by the alcoholics. The alcoholic is originally from a Chinese medicine family. However, the Tianshan snow lotus common in martial arts novels has no value except for treating gynecological diseases and impotence.)

Looking around, Mingzeng said slowly, "Don't worry, I am following the order of the King of Yan this time, and I brought a cart of red ginseng, Panax notoginseng and other medicines. Everyone sends people to click on the number of wounded people in their camp, and divide it according to the needs. Don't take too many people, so that the real injured people cannot catch them."

"Haole" everyone agreed to score very neatly, almost forgetting that this person was an enemy.

"In addition to herbs, I also brought some patent medicines, which are exclusive secret recipes, Jixue Shengji San. If you are anxious, you can get some." Everyone was even more happy when they heard this. They were anxious and reluctant to go back to get the medicine utensils, so they simply took off their helmets and surrounded them.

"Slowly, don't be anxious." Guarjia, who had not spoken for a long time, pushed away the person blocking him and said in a dark voice: "Have you heard of wolves giving gifts to the flock of sheep? What are you thinking about? Did you poison the medicine?"

"Poison"? Ming Zhi glanced at Guarja with disdain and laughed: "I always thought that the one who led so many female athletes was a hero who stood up to the top, and turned out to be a despicable villain without a mind." He said these words in Jurchen and repeated them in Mongolian, and most of the people present understood them.

"You insult me," Guarjia jumped up suddenly. If it weren't for everyone's stopping me, the knife in his hand would have stabbed Ming Qi into a clear hole.

"How can I insult you? In your camp, I want to poison it. Can I get rid of it? Is it so expensive to use drugs to apply it? I still feel sorry for the capital. You find someone to try it. I will apply the medicine on him. If he is really poisoned, you will chop me up. Chen will never resist." After that, he stared at Guarjia's face.

"Okay, I'll try it myself. If it's not poisonous, I'll kowtow to you and give it to the camp. If it's poisonous, you will naturally not be able to get out of my tent." After that, Guarjia pulled it with his left hand, and his right arm hanging on his chest was immediately pulled open and bandaged. A large hole more than four inches long was exposed. The wound was already covered with blood scabs, but after this pull, it burst and blood was left.

The visitor walked up without shaking, and first tied Guarjia's upper arm with a belt, and told people around to take a bowl of wine and splash it off. Then he took another gourd from his waist, unscrewed the lid, poured the white medicinal powder into a small bowl, gently mixed it, and then applied the ointment to Guarjia's wound with a wooden piece. He applied it casually, and the blood was slowed down easily, and the blood miraculously stopped. Everyone was stunned. (Yunnan Baiyao, 1902, compiled by Qu Huanzhang)

At this time, Guarjia was already so shocked that he had nothing to say. He felt that the wound was cold and the pain seemed to have been reduced a lot. Mingyong, the surname Chen, used warm water to make him take it, but he didn't object and swallowed the medicine obediently.

"Mysterious doctor, it's really a miracle doctor, God bless you forever." The clan leaders swept away their doubts, convinced them, and ordered their subordinates to quickly count the injured, but they surrounded Mingzhi and Guarja and kept watching.

"Set wine for Ming's envoy", Guarja gave an order and thanked him.

"Please get up", Ming Envoy reached out to support him.

"Listen to me to finish my words," Guarjia said, "You saved my brothers from all my tribes, and each tribe will bear your affection. In the future, as long as you say hello, these more than 20 tribes will listen to your orders in the wind and rain. But this is a personal friendship and cannot stop justice. If you are a lobbyist for Minggou and Ming army this time, please stop talking. After drinking, leave quickly. I will never be merciless in the battlefield tomorrow, and I will kill me. You don't have to be polite."

"Good man, I'm so happy." Ming Zhi laughed, "I'm not a lobbyist today. I'll never say it when I stop the army. I'll drink it first." After that, I put a few gourds on the ground one by one, took them away, and divided them with the medicinal materials on the car. I pulled Guarjia into the table, pulled meat, drank wine, and clinked glasses, so I was not restricted.

"Hero, how do you understand my Jurchens' truth?" Guarjia asked after a few bowls of wine.

"I was originally a doctor, just a medical officer with the army. I collected herbs in Changbai Mountain all day and bought tiger bones, bear galls and the like with your tribe. Naturally, I had to know what each other said. Not only that, I could hear the same words of all tribes in Changbai Mountain. I could only know a few big tribes." Ming Zhi grabbed the lamb leg in front of him, took a big bite, and answered while chewing it. It was mixed with ambiguous discussion, "This lamb leg is good, it tastes good, but if you lose weight, it would be even better if you gain some spring fat."

"Well, Changchunfei, this war has begun. I don't know when it will end, so I can't care about it." An elder of the Daur tribe sighed.

"I don't understand this. Are our Ming army far away from you?"

"Drinking, don't pretend to be stupid." Guarjia loudly interrupted the conversation between the two, "Brother, I'll make you a friend. Although my good brother just died in front of your formation during the day, don't be a lobbyist. This Baishan and Hei River are the homes of our tribes. As long as we have one person alive, no one can take it away." It seemed that he was not satisfied with the wine bowl, so he grabbed the jar in front of him and poured the wine into his mouth.

"Wait, I'm surprised. Let me tell you, who wants to steal your white mountains and black waters, and who wants to steal your land." Ming Zhi asked curiously.

"Don't pretend to be stupid. My warriors cannot beat you, so I will die under your hidden weapons during the day. Tomorrow, everyone will kill you again. You sell the entire land, the land called the weak Mongolians, Liaoyang Province. No matter what his name is, this is my home. We were born, raised, and died here." Guarja replied loudly, and a sense of pride echoed among the crowd.

"Yes, we were born here, grew up here, and died here." Several tribal chiefs raised their glasses and echoed, "Whoever wants to take away our land, step over our bodies. Even if there is only one woman left in the entire tribe, it will become a nightmare for you Han people to entangle."

"Wait, wait." Ming Zhi pressed his palm downwards out of thin air, suppressing the voices of the crowd: "We did not sell the land north of the Liaohe River. The purpose of this northern expedition was to drive the Goryeo back to our hometown. We only sold part of the flat land south of the Liaohe River, north of the Liaohe River. It was a joke that the weather was cold and the land was frozen. It was only a few months a year, and there were many mountains and marshes. There were no crops. We Han people would not grazed, so what did you want your land to do."

"What do you say, say it again." Guarja jumped over again and grabbed Mingjun's collar.

"Nar the Liao River, there is no crop growing. I, Han people, will not grazle the land to whoever sells it, will buy it." Ming Zhizhe said calmly, "Let go of your hands, my new clothes, look, you will catch all the oil."

The entire tent was so quiet that it could hear the sound of candlelight jumping. The leaders of the tribe looked at each other, unable to believe their ears. Finally, one person asked tentatively: "You mean, we were fooled."

"Of course, when you are rushing during the day, have the Koreans helped you with all their strength? Have the Mongolians moved? Have they come to comfort you tonight? They are using you as knives, can you still see it? Pat your head, and even fools can come up with it."

"You mean you don't plan to steal our cattle and sheep."

"Snatch, won't we buy it? Why do you rob it? Are you robbed by the Mongolians, robbed by the Goryeo, or robbed by the Han people?"

"Don't sell our grassland"?

"We Han people don't know how to grazle, have you told me?"

"My brother, you died so unfairly." The people of various tribes who woke up were in chaos, and tens of thousands of lives disappeared forever just for an unreal rumor. The warriors are not afraid of life and death, but is it worth dying like this?

"Then how do you treat us after you defeat the Goryeo people?" Guarja was the first to regain his sanity and asked with red eyes.

"I don't know the specificity, but His Highness of Yan told me that as long as you support Genghis Khan, as you used to treat our emperor as your common Khan, we will make a promise with you as brothers. In the future, Han laws govern Han people, tribal rules govern tribes, and no one will interfere. If you want to move south, we will draw out land for you to nomadic things and give you some of the cost of settling down."

"Then we will offer you how many cattle and sheep every year."

"No, our Han emperors don't want your cattle and sheep. Everyone trades fairly and exchanges our cloth, grain, tea for your horses, cows, sheep, and wool." Ming Zhi drank a bowl of wine to moisten his throat and continued. "You can do it too."

We come to the Central Plains to buy and sell our things, but after we arrive at the Central Plains, we must follow our rules. The host will not be arrogant and the guest will not deceive the host. If there is a conflict between the people on both sides in the future and your people are injured by our people, we will compensate for the medicine. If our people are beaten by your people, you will also compensate for it. Everyone is equal. If you kill our people, you will catch the murderer and kill it in front of us. If we kill your people, we will also kill the murderer, so that you can see it with your own eyes."

"This is feasible. When the Mongolians killed us, they only compensated for one donkey." Someone whispered.

"Yes, the Ming Dynasty now prohibits trading with us, and women don't have beautiful clothes to wear."

"Also, if we Han people go to your mountain to mine, we must go through your permission, and everyone will make profits according to the agreed conditions. Let's say that in the front, we must build ports so that the goods from the Central Plains can be transported from the sea by large ships. Your goods can also be transported to the Central Plains. Those places cannot be grazed and have never belonged, so we have to count them."

"Okay, this can be discussed, but you Han people will not regret it in the future."

"As long as you support our emperor as Tian Khan, everyone is a member of the same country and is brothers to each other. Our emperor will personally write down documents for you so that your descendants can have their own pastures. And if you fight, our emperor will send someone to mediate. This will definitely be better to you than the Mongolians and the Goryeo people."

This article made many tribe leaders hesitate for a moment. Although everyone was unanimous at this time, wars between tribes are common. However, some small tribes were very happy and secretly thought that they would get close to Mingzhe later, and now they had a protective umbrella. As for supporting the emperor, everyone didn't care. Anyway, the Mongols and Goryeo people wanted everyone to support them, and they also plundered cattle and sheep all day long.

"Can we buy your stuff? The barbed wires outside your camp?" After a while of discussion, a Hezhe asked timidly. This immediately made many people frown.

"What do you want that thing for?" The great shaman scolded unhappily.

"If that thing is used to surround the animals, I won't be afraid of them running around. At night, the wolf dare not come in easily. I saw that the entire tribe's people would not be able to kill much in winter," Hezheren muttered.

"We have many things in that place, which are cheap, and a cow can be exchanged for several bundles." Ming Zhi smiled at Hezheren with encouragement, "That thing no longer needs to be punched by hand. We use molten iron to pull it out directly. It is very fast. When we open the trade, you can buy it at any time and you can buy it as much as you want." (Note: Metal mechanized wire drawing technology is unknown in the official history, and it began to appear in Britain in the early 14th century. Barbed wire was patented in 1867 by the American inventor Lucien-B-Smith, which was called one of the seven most important inventions of mankind by modern scientists).

"Really", Hezheren began to look forward to the benefits of trading.

Everyone was emotionally infected and said what they were worried about. Mingzhe was very happy. If they knew, they would answer according to the truth. If they didn’t know, they would record it and say that a tribal meeting would be held in the future and the decision would be discussed at the meeting.

"Then, what do you want us to do?" After everyone's conditions were discussed, Guarja asked straight into the question.

"We just want to stop being used by others and kill each other. In fact, we have a common blood relationship. Don't you also say that you are descendants of Dayu and Shang Tang?" This is also a fact. In order to facilitate entry into the Central Plains, since the Xianbei, most northern ethnic minorities have considered themselves descendants of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

"It's that simple, you don't want us to help beat the Koreans," someone asked in confusion.

"No, you have shed too much blood. We don't want to see you sacrifice your life again. Before I came, the King of Yan said that tonight the bodies of warriors of each tribe will be sent to a place two miles away from our camp. Your tribes can let the warriors be buried in peace, but in order to avoid misunderstandings, don't get close to our camp within two miles. After saving the warriors, you can go home. The tribe members are still waiting for you, and the cattle and sheep must catch their fat in spring."

"What if we don't leave?" the great shaman suddenly asked.

Ming Zhi turned cold and sat upright, "The King of Yan said that you can wait for everyone for three days. From tomorrow on, everyone can choose to be brothers or enemies. On the fourth day, those who stay here will have to fight each other. Just as the Guarja brothers said just now, you don't have to be polite, and I won't show mercy."

"Okay, just say that, everyone chooses it yourself." Guarjia saw that the scene was about to be messed up by this great shaman, so he quickly came to smooth things over and slapped Ming to high-fives.

Ming Envoy extended his hand and patted him three times. He then took turns to each tribe leader present. Everyone came over to high-high highs.

"Ouch", a Xibe man screamed softly when he was squeaking, which made everyone laugh. After a closer look, Ming Zhi saw some blood oozing from the tall man's shoulders.

"Warrior Gray, I really didn't realize that you would still be afraid of pain," Guarja laughed.

"Of course I'm not afraid, but it seems like something is inside, piercing me." Gray shouted loudly.

"I'll show you." Ming Zhi patted each other with his left and right hands, clasped his fists and turned around. He shouted: "I won't slap everyone one by one. Changshengtian witnessed what we said today. I'll treat this brother first, and everyone will have a date later." After speaking, regardless of whether everyone dispersed or not, he reached out to hold Gray.

Gray had just seen Ming's magical medical skills, but he did not refuse. He unbuttoned his coat and exposed the cloth strips on his shoulders.
To be continued...