In the evening, Dad got a large barrel of kumiss from nowhere.

In the evening, the whole family had a hearty meal of hand-chopped mutton together.

The GRU ate very happily, grabbing a large piece of mutton and chewing it until his mouth was full of oil. Seeing Hugjirel looking at him, he wiped his mouth with his leather robe in embarrassment.

"Come to the GRU and have a drink with my brother." Hugjirel held up the wooden bowl and poured a glass of wine for the GRU.

"He is only twelve years old and can't drink yet." Grandma said angrily.

"The man on the grassland is already a man at the age of twelve. Today, he can hold a knife and confront the housekeeper, which is a good thing.

Come and drink! I was only fifteen years old when I left to serve as a soldier! When you are fifteen, you will also join the army.

I hope the commander-in-chief will still have us Mongolian soldiers at that time." Hugjiril clinked a glass with his brother, raised his head and drank the kumiss in the glass.

"Do it!" GRU imitated his brother's example and drank up the kumiss in the bowl. However, he choked and coughed!

"Hahaha! The foal will grow up only when it runs. Drink more, and you will be happy today." My father also persuaded me with a smile.

"Gene Era"

Mongolian dinner parties, as long as there is enough wine, usually end in too much drinking.

Today was no exception. Hugjirel, his two horsemen, the GRU, and his father were all drunk.

It's also convenient inside the yurt. After drinking too much, I fell asleep. I slept until it was dark and dark!

Early the next morning, Hugjirel was still sleeping, but the two horse beddings had disappeared.

When the GRU asked, Hugjirel just said that they were on business.

After waiting for a day, the housekeeper still did not come. After waiting for another day, the housekeeper still did not come.

It wasn't until three days later that the housekeeper came back with a group of people.

"Huge Jirile, I heard that the Liao army will have a good match when on vacation. Do you have a good match? Show it to me!"

This time the housekeeper brought more than twenty people, and all of them were armed with guns.

It's no longer like last time, just holding a saber in his hand.

Encouraged by the large number of people, a group of people surrounded Hugjiril. The steward's face was full of sneers. He had been gathering people, especially those with guns, for the past few days.

Guns were banned in the Ming Dynasty, and gun control was even stricter on the grasslands. Only the guards of a few nobles were allowed to have guns.

These people behind you all spent a lot of money to invite them. Today, no matter what, we must get the bag of silver coins.

"Hahaha, butler.

There is some compatibility, but I just want to ask. Why do you think the Ming Dynasty officers are worthy, and why do you ask me to show them to you? Just because you have more people?

Haha, you are not worthy yet!

Besides, when did you know Chinese characters?" Hugjirel, who was forking grass, held the pitchfork in his hand and several grass blades on his head.

The GRU also held a pitchfork and looked at the butler warily.

"Haha! I heard that you escaped back. If you don't show us your compatibility today, you will look good." The big steward waved his hand, and the strong men on the horses behind him all raised their guns.

"What? You want to shoot me?

Let me tell you, I am a captain and officer of the Liao Army. I crawled out from among the dead. The commander-in-chief once personally visited me and praised me for his tough life.

Come on! Shoot me. What kind of crime is it to kill a captain and officer of the Liao Army? I don’t think your gentlemen can afford it.

Butler, if you have the guts, shoot me, hit me here!" Hugjirel pulled open his Mongolian robe, revealing his strong upper body.

Under the sun, Hugjiril stood like a black iron tower. The scars on his body were military medals.

The housekeeper was also shocked by the shocking scars. He knew it when he saw these scars. Hugjirel said that he climbed out of the pile of dead people, and this statement is absolutely true.

The gunmen behind him were also shocked by the scars on their bodies. Several of them put down their guns!

In fact, they didn’t know what the crime was for killing Liao army officers!

However, they knew that the officers of the Liao Army were very respectful to their commanders. People of their status would not dare to offend even a person, let alone kill them.

Now we have to deal with the captain officers of the Liao Army. Many people began to regret that Mao wanted to covet these few silver coins and enter this muddy water.

Several people backed down. They looked at each other and kept silent to save face. However, the mounts under their crotches quietly took a few steps back.

"Don't listen to him. He is a deserter. If you catch him, the leader will only reward you. How can he blame you?"

Besides, look at how he, at just twenty years old, became a captain of the Liao Army.

Have you ever seen such a young captain?

I think he stole this piece of clothing from somewhere. Then, he pretended to be a captain and hid back home as a deserter.

Let's all go together, as long as he is captured. Everyone will have a share in the leader's reward!" The chief steward hurriedly cheered up the people he had brought.

When everyone heard what he said, they thought it made sense.

After all, the Liao army officers they had seen were all very old. Although the captain officers were not too old, they were not too young either.

This Hugjirel was only nineteen years old, not even twenty. How could he become a captain?

Besides, there are so many people holding up money to send their sons into the army. Even if they are not officers, they feel good as ordinary soldiers.

It is indeed very suspicious that Hugjirel became a captain in just a few years.

After the chief steward finished speaking, he gave his confidant a wink.

Although the two confidants were in a dilemma, they had no choice but to dismount.

"Brother Hugjiril, I'm sorry. This is the order of the chief steward!" someone said at the scene, and they grabbed Hugjiril's arm.

Huge Jirile was in the army and had never practiced martial arts at all. Because he only played in actual combat every day!

It was a battlefield where swords faced swords and guns faced guns, and bayonets saw red. The two people in front of me were nothing at all!

With a pull and a hook, one guy fell and grabbed the shit, and the other guy didn't even react.

A fist as big as a bowl had already hit him in the face.

Huge Jirel's punch could break a brick into pieces. If it hit a person's head, he would be knocked unconscious with one punch.

The chief steward took a breath of cold air. He did not expect Huugjiril to be so brave. He knocked down two of his men in one encounter!

"Huge Jirile, you kid, be smarter. If you move again, I will kill him.

He is not an officer of the Liao Army!" The chief steward took the gun from the person beside him and pointed the gun at the GRU.
Chapter completed!