"Don't listen to his nonsense, he is a deserter! A deserter!" the chief steward shouted with a stern expression.

But none of the gunmen he brought moved. They all looked at him blankly, and a few were already gearing up to take action.

"Heirhei, kill this deserter. I'll give you a hundred silver dollars!" The big manager suddenly became angry and ordered his hard-core subordinate Heihei to prepare to kill and silence him.

Heerhei was obedient. After hearing the chief steward's order, he picked up his gun and pointed it at Hugjirel.

Before I even pulled the trigger, I heard Hugjirel sneer: "When I die, you all have to be buried with me.

Hum hum!"

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Hugjirel didn't even blink.

Hugjiril was so righteous that he didn't care, but the gunmen couldn't care less.

Just as Herhei's finger was on the trigger, six or seven gunshots rang out in an instant.

Helhei's body was shot with many bloody holes, including three bullets in his head alone.

"You are crazy! He...!" As soon as the chief steward shouted, five or six guns were pointed at him.

The big steward stopped talking.

"Since you can do this, I will spare you."

"Thank you, Mr. Hugjiril, thank you, Mr. Hugjiril!" The gunmen dismounted and saluted Hugjiril with gratitude.

Some gunmen had already pulled the chief steward to the ground, beating him with punches and kicks.

There was a commotion here, and suddenly the thunderous sound of horse hooves sounded in the distance.

The gunners stopped and looked at the large group of people galloping in the distance. Looking at this scene, there were at least 500 cavalry.

On the grassland, the only one who could have such a large group of cavalry was Geritu Khan. If others had it, whoever had it would die.

Everyone's expressions changed, including Hugjiril.

He also didn't expect that his own affairs would make such a big move.

Geritu sat on his horse and let the two horsemen at the front lead the way.

Behind him, there were hundreds of fierce cavalry.

It's rather pitiful to say that as a powerful Mongol Khan, Geritu only had a thousand cavalry under his command.

The leaders of each tribe usually only have a dozen cavalry in hand. If the number exceeds this number, the consequences will be quite serious.

In Mongolia, everyone can ride a horse. It can be said that everyone has the potential to become a cavalry.

The way to control the number of cavalry is to control guns.

Every gun owned by a tribe has records that can be queried.

If any tribe has an extra tribe, the leader of the tribe will suffer.

It ranges from being captured and thrown into prison, to being beheaded directly. The head is still placed in a cage and passed around among various tribes as a baby.

Geritu's hair stood up when he heard that his subordinates had attempted to kill Liao army officers.

Having known Li Xiao for many years, Geritu knew about Li Xiao's reverse scale.

That is the Liao army whom he regards as his treasure!

In the Han region, killing an officer of the Liao army was a serious crime. Even committing adultery with a woman from the Liao army was a very serious crime.

The sentence is seven years!

In serious cases, the death penalty can be directly imposed.

Now that something like this happened in his own jurisdiction, if the commander knew about it, it would not be as simple as a simple death.

Geritu knew that although Mongolia was as docile as a dog.

But the Ming Dynasty was still worried about Mongolia, even when the Liao army was fighting in Europe and its troops were very empty.

The Ming Dynasty still had two armored regiments left in the country, one armored regiment in Baotou and the other in Zhangwu!

If Mongolia makes even the slightest move to disobey, those steel monsters will rush into the grassland.

Although there are only two armored regiments, for the Mongols, this is a force that can destroy the entire Mongolia.

What Geritu fears most now is to leave an excuse for Li Xiao!

The Han people have long wanted to wipe out the grassland. As long as they are given a hole, Li Xiao can tear the hole bigger than the mountain.

Therefore, after learning the news, he personally came over with five hundred guards.

"Which one of you is Hugjirel!" Geritu looked at everyone present.

Hugjirile, wearing a Mongolian robe, stood up and saluted Geritu: "Great Khan! The subordinate is the captain and company commander of the Mongolian battalion, Hugjiril."

Geritu glanced at the two Ma Bian and saw the two Ma Bian automatically standing behind Hug Jirile.

"This is the big steward!" Geritu glanced at the big steward who was beaten and lying on the ground like a dead dog.

"As far as the Khan is concerned, that's right!" Hugjirel bowed and replied.

Although he was an officer of the Liao Army, he was a Mongolian after all. He was still very respectful to the Khan of the Mongols.

"It seems that you have solved the problem yourself." Geritu smiled and looked at Hugjiril.

What a nice young man!

Judging from his age, he should be only about twenty years old.

To be able to become a captain and company commander of the Liao Army at this age, you must have a lot of skills.

What a pity!

If such a young man still stays on the grassland, he can only serve as a slave and herd sheep on the grassland.

But in the hands of the Liao army, a sheep-herding boy turned out like this. Even when facing himself, he could speak eloquently.

This calm demeanor is already much stronger than that of many Nayan's disciples on the grassland.

"This is all because of their help. Please remember them for helping me. Spare them!" Hugjiril glanced at the gunmen who were kneeling on the ground.

Behind each of them, there was a black gun pointed at the back of their heads.

As long as Geritu gives an order, these people will immediately be splashed with blood on the spot.

"Haha! They want to rob you, but you plead for them? Good boy, I went to Europe to make a living."

Geritu looked at Hugjiril with joy. He really liked this young man more and more. He even wanted to keep this boy by his side and become a personal Nakeer!

"We can go to Europe because of your permission, the Great Khan. I would also like to thank you, the Great Khan, for the opportunity!"

Hugejirel's words made Geritu's eyes light up. He didn't expect that this seemingly careless boy could be so good at talking.

This is a man who knows his taste!

"Okay, as you wish!

As for this person..." Geritu glanced at the big steward lying motionless on the ground, pretending to be dead.

"Cut off his head, make it into a saltpeter, and then spread the message to all the tribes. Let them know what the consequences will be for killing a Ming officer.

Also, talk to those evil-hearted leaders.

From now on, if we bully the families of Liao soldiers or kill Liao soldiers again, the local leaders will join forces with the criminals."
Chapter completed!