Hugjirel galloped on the grassland on his horse. He bought the horse for thirty silver dollars in Baotou.

Although the first-class Western Region BMW is not as good as the legendary BMW that traveled a thousand days and eight hundred miles, it will never give in to more.

Huge Ji was wearing a lieutenant's military uniform, and the three stars on his shoulders looked very dazzling.

The Mongolian camp was withdrawn to Baotou, and everyone had two months of vacation. They just had to take turns!

According to the order of time when he enlisted in the army, Hugjiril was naturally the first batch of people to go home to visit relatives.

The sacred horse galloped on the grassland, and the sounds of "clatter" and "crash" kept coming from the leather bag.

This is the one hundred silver dollars given by Batu on the night before returning home.

Hugjirel's family was very poor, and they didn't even have a better bag. After crawling out of the dead, it was natural that he would be more prosperous when he returned home.

Behind Hugjirel were two Ma Bian.

This is what Batu specifically told you!

When you go home, you have to be more beautiful no matter what. It is impossible to bring a squad or a platoon home to show off with one face, but it is still okay to bring two horses.

The Mongols live in pursuit of water and grass and have no fixed homeland at all.

Hugjirel could only ask around while searching in the pastures he was familiar with.

He had been searching on the grassland for two days and had been given directions several times, but all failed.

The place in front is the pasture where his family often stays in summer.

"Company commander, there is a house ahead." Ma Bian pointed at the two bags not far ahead and shouted.

"Haha, that's my bag." He was very familiar with his bag. Hugjiril gave a long laugh, whipped his horse, and galloped away.

The war horse galloped closer and closer, and Hugjiril found that there were many people surrounding his bag in front of him.

What's going on?

Huge Jirile rushed to the front and saw five or six fierce-looking guys surrounding his bag.

His father and brother were standing at the door of the bag with knives.

Those five ferocious guys took the two of them seriously at all. They laughed and circled around the two of them while whipping them with whips.

Their skills are very good, and their whips are as good as poisonous dragons.

Because my father and younger brother had to guard their bags, they often failed to dodge and were whipped.

By this time, my father and younger brother were already covered in whip marks.

"My Hugjirel will not let you go when he comes back."

"Old guy Gerile, the young master is interested in your daughter to flatter you. If you obediently hand over the daughter of the family, the money your family owes the boss can be written off in one go. What a good business.

But you want to be troublesome! We did not use force for the sake of your daughter.

If you continue like this, we may be ruthless." A guy with a mole on the corner of his mouth said with a smile.

"Hmph! My sister will not go to the young master's house to be a maid. My brother will come back and beat you to death."

"Hahaha! Your brother can't come back. He died in Europe. That place is tens of thousands of miles away from us.

Even if Changshengtian refuses to accept him, he is destined to be a lonely ghost. Hahaha!"

"You are talking nonsense, my brother will not die. My brother...Brother! Brother!" GRU's eyes widened as he looked at the three horses galloping in the distance.

When he shouted, everyone turned around.

The horse galloped in front of him. The steward looked carefully and saw that it was indeed Hugjirel who had returned.

This guy is really lucky. I heard that the Great Khan of Geritu sent more than 7,000 people one after another. Almost all of them died, so that everyone thought that going to Europe to fight was to die.

But I didn't expect that Hugjiril could come back alive after being away for several years.

It’s really unexpected!

And looking at his outfit, he seems to be wearing an officer's attire.

"Aha, Hugjirel is back unexpectedly."

"Sangji, you are an old dog that is more cunning than a fox. Why did you come to my house?" Hugjirel looked at Sanji fiercely.

Back then, it was he who had the bad idea and asked the leader to send him to serve as a soldier.

"You kid, I was the one who suggested to the leader that you be sent to serve as a soldier. Now that you are an official, why? Are you talking like this?"

"Get out! Why did you come to my house?" Hugjiril asked impatiently.

"The young master has taken a fancy to your sister and asked me to take her back.

You also know that your family owes our master money."

"Didn't those money be paid back with the silver reward given to me as a soldier?" Hugjirel shouted.

"The money was repaid at that time, but... your family has borrowed money again in the past few years. Adding up the money here and there, including the principal and interest, there are almost fifty silver dollars.

Repaying debts is a matter of course. Even if you become an officer now, you cannot not repay debts.

You tell me, isn’t it?”

"right!"

"Even the Liao army cannot fail to repay its debts."

The bastards around Sanchi started to boo!

"Nonsense, I borrowed ten silver dollars because my grandma was sick. Why is it only fifty dollars!" the GRU roared angrily.

"Boy, borrowing money requires interest. The IOU written by your father to my master is still at my master's place.

Either pay back the money or let us take your sister away." Sanji looked at Hugjiril with a sinister smile.

Hugjirel gritted his teeth. He knew that this was the rule on the grassland for borrowing money.

No one knows exactly how the interest is calculated. Anyway, it’s whatever the steward says it is.

"Sangji, my family lent you ten silver dollars. Now I will pay you back twenty silver dollars, and the matter will be settled.

If you are not willing, then I will go to Geritu Khan and ask how the interest is calculated."

"Hey! You are the only one who can still see the Great Khan? Guan'er of Sesame Mung Bean, do you think you are a handsome man?

Boy, the interest is as much as I say."

"Asshole, be polite. This is our company commander!" Ma Bian shouted, waving his riding whip.

"Hey, you can also become a junior company commander. How about the company commander? I will pay whatever you want.

Fuck you!" Sanji shouted loudly, and the scoundrels drew their sabers one after another.

Two more took out rifles from their leather pouches.

Seeing that the other party had moved the gun, both Ma Bian and Ma Bian were unambiguous. They immediately took out the cannon box from the leather bag, and opened the hammer with a flick of the thumb.

Hugjiril had already held the box cannon in his hand, and he had been licking blood every day for the past few years. The movements of his hands were so clean and neat.

Seeing that the other party also fired his gun, Sanji felt that something was a little serious.

Because he could see that the opponent was holding a box cannon.

Even if the two guns he had killed two people, no matter who was left, the twenty rounds of bullets in the cannon box could send him to see the Immortal God.

"Haha! Huge Jirel, it's not easy for you to climb out of the dead body. Twenty silver dollars is only twenty dollars, bring me the money!"
Chapter completed!