Gong liangche raised his eyebrows and asked, "brother Zhamu, it seems that many people have benefited a lot from this woman, so they will obey her."

Zhamu banged on the table, and the milk tea in the cup splashed on the table: "this woman is too cunning. It's really hateful to use people's greed to avoid our pursuit!"

Sitting on one side, Lei Ke gives Zhamu a white look, but feels a warning look at him. He takes a closer look. After Rushuang stares at him, he randomly lowers his head and caresses his broken hair as if nothing happened.

Lei Ke grits his teeth and suppresses his anger at Zhamu. This smelly man dares to slander his wife like this. When he catches the right opportunity, he will catch him alive and apologize to his wife. Then he will beat him up!

Gong liangche keeps smiling and quietly looks at Zhamu cursing Xia Li's cunning. Suddenly his body moves and flashes out. He slaps Zhamu in the face and throws the excited Zhamu to the ground.

When the soldiers outside the tent heard the news, they rushed in again and stabbed Gong liangche with their swords. They were blocked back by Rushuang's long sword fingers. The two sides faced each other, and the gentle relationship became delicate again.

The anger in Zhamu's heart is unbearable now. Even if he has to fight for the lives of the soldiers in the border area, he has to kill this little white face. When he focuses on his subordinates' face, hit him in the face and trample his dignity on the ground, is it really good to bully him as a soft persimmon?

Gong liangche didn't seem to see the anger of the people around him. He blew his red palm and revealed a mosquito the size of broad bean. He squatted down and showed the blood mosquito to Zhamu: "brother Zhamu, do you see the blood mosquito in his hand? It's an invincible killer on the grassland! Anyone bitten by a blood mosquito will be infected with the blood poison from the blood mosquito, and will be poisoned to death in half a month. Are you killing this blood mosquito with all your anger? "

The expression on Zhamu's face can be described as changeable, angry, oppressive and hateful. His face is so painful that he wants to swallow gongliangche alive. But what he's doing now is obviously to save his life, and he can't teach gongliangche a lesson. It's ironic!

"Thank you for saving our leader's life. My subordinates collided with him. Please forgive his blindness!"

The soldiers who rush into the tent put the sabre back into the scabbard and kneel down on one knee to apologize to Gong liangche, which instantly eased the tension.

Rushuang takes back his sword and returns to gongliangche.

Gongliangche personally helped Zhamu stand up, sorry to say: "brother Zhamu, at that time I was too anxious, just want to kill the blood mosquito, accidentally hurt your cheek, I'm really sorry."

"Brother Zamu, I brought this bottle of elixir from abroad. It's very effective in treating trauma. These days, brother Zamu, you wipe it once a day and lie in bed for a day. The injury on your cheek will soon get better."

Gong liangche finished and put the medicine bottle into Zhamu's hand.

At this time, the witch doctor outside the camp also came in, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the medicine bottle in Zhamu's hand. It was like a long cherished prey. He came to help Zhamu and said with understanding: "the leader's cheek is injured. He needs emergency medicine. Have a good rest. Let's go out first."

"Thank the witch doctor for taking good care of brother Zamu."

"Witch doctor, do you have any problem with this medicine?" As soon as gongliangche left, Zhamu threw the porcelain bottle to the witch doctor.

The witch doctor took the porcelain bottle, pulled out the plug, poured out a little white powder, smelt the taste of the powder, bowed himself and said: "chief, the powder in the porcelain bottle is really a famous medicine for treating trauma in our country. There is no problem. You can use it safely."

Zhamu asked suspiciously, "how do you know it's a famous medicine?"

"Our noble families in northern Mongolia also have this kind of precious medicine for treating trauma. I have been lucky to see it several times."

Zhamu covered his painful cheek, tilted the corner of his mouth and said, "then put it on Ben as soon as possible."

The witch doctor took the order, knelt down on the carpet, and personally drugged Zhamu.

Facing Zhamu's fierce anger, Gong liangche takes Rushun and Leike out of the leader's tent and follows the soldiers to the rest place that Zhamu prepared for them.

As soon as the soldiers left and looked at the tent where only one person could rest on the grass, Lei Ke could not help but scolded in a low voice: "this old boy is taking revenge on us!"

Gong liangche laughed: "let's go to the leader to have dinner."

Rushuang said: "what the master said is that I will have dinner with brother Lei."

Soon after the sun sets, the sky in the west is covered with an orange glow, and the surface temperature drops.

As Shuang shrinks her hand, she can't help sighing about the strange weather in northern Mongolia. People who are clearly hot at noon are sweating. At night, they want to go out wrapped in quilts.

Gong liangche took the lead in opening the curtain and entering the tent. He looked at Zhamu lying on the couch. Regardless of his surprised expression, Gong liangche naturally sat on the chair beside him and politely asked, "brother Zhamu, do you feel better?"

Zhamu covered his face and nodded. He said difficultly, "it's better."Gong liangche said in embarrassment: "brother Zhamu, but my stomach is very hungry, and my two subordinates are hungry all day. Can you give us some food?"

Zhamu took a deep breath and called on his subordinates to go on. After a while, there were more than ten plates of meat dishes and a pot of delicious broth on the table in the big tent.

The aroma of the food drives away the uncomfortable cold, making people feel as if they are in a warm spring, warm heart and warm stomach. Gongliangche, such as Shuang and Leike, are totally immersed in the delicious food, and they are all comfortable.

When the servants took away the leftovers, they sat on the chair tacitly, asked for three blankets with the servants, covered them on their legs, and talked with Zhamu. After staying for an hour, Zhamu still didn't go.

Zhamu angrily drove people out: "gongliangche, tomorrow we are going to catch Xiali, you and your people go down to have a rest."

Lei Ke yelled: "chief, our tent is too small. How can three people live in it? Besides, there is an unmarried woman among the three of us. We should not squeeze into a small tent with our master. Can you arrange three tents for us?"

"Lei Ke, don't be rude! Brother Zamu, please send someone to arrange a tent for two men to rest. My female staff, just let her live in a small tent by herself. "

Zhamu covered his mouth and said angrily, "the people at the bottom are really short-sighted. They even neglect you so much. Don't blame me, good brother. I'll send someone to arrange it!"

Gong liangche nodded and waited for Zhamu to reprimand his subordinates. He bought a tent for the three of them and prepared thick blankets and some food and drink in the tent. Gong liangche left with satisfaction.

Late at night, Leike whispered in the tent: "master, that old boy always trips us. Shall we kill him as soon as we find his wife! I've been looking down on him for a long time! As soon as I see him, I want to cut him off and feed him to the dog! "

Gong liangche is lying in the thick blanket and persuades Lei Ke: "don't talk such nonsense again, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. Go to bed as soon as possible!"

Lei Ke, a big old man, was told by Gong liangche that he was like a frustrated ball. He confessed his mistake: "I dare not, master, you have a rest early."

Just after daybreak, thousands of people gathered outside the tent and left the camp on the border to march towards the colchic grassland where Xiali once appeared on the map.

After a night's rest and treatment, Zhamu's swollen cheeks disappeared. Wearing a silver armor and a red cape, he sat majestically on the horse, holding a long gun. He was closely followed by Gong liangche, such as Shuang and Leike.

Along the way, Zhamu said the latest information he had just obtained in the morning: "Xia Li has offended the powerful officials of our Dynasty. She has escaped all the way to the border. This time, she must be captured! In this way, you will not only become a general, but also become a famous person in northern Mongolia. Your enemies will be captured by you personally. Gold and silver, reputation and rights will all be returned to you.

"Brother Zamu, so there will be more people who want to catch summer quinoa in Kerch grassland?" Gong liangche asked.

Zhamu waved his hand complacently: "brother, your worry is obviously superfluous. Except for those appointed by the imperial court, the rest of the army in northern Mongolia are based on the divided territory activities. Other people dare not mess up the territory, otherwise they will be caught and killed, and no one will say anything."

"Ben will come here early before dawn with people. Ben will have the most say in terms of his familiarity with the border areas."

Zhamu said, shouting to the army of thousands of people behind him.

"Brothers, we're going to the colchic grassland soon. Today, I'm sure I'll catch this woman Xia Li. All the money you want to spend, beautiful women, is today. Go and find this woman!"

"Yes

Thousands of northern Mongolian soldiers, divided into ten teams, went to find Xiali in groups of ten, quickly surrounded the kerqi grassland and began a carpet search.

The herdsmen of more than a dozen tribes living here were killed. The soldiers in the border areas were like bandits. Beautiful girls were caught one after another. They were tied together by ropes and brought to Zhamu. The only poor gold and silver jewelry utensils in the herdsmen's home were collected, and the herdsmen's cattle and sheep were also robbed, all of which became the property of the soldiers in the border areas.

Some young herdsmen refused to accept and organized more than a dozen people to rise up against it. They were mercilessly slaughtered by Zhamu.

It seems that it was intended to frighten the herdsmen. The dead bodies were all thrown in front of the herdsmen. The helpless herdsmen, forced to endure their grief, knelt on the ground and gave in to Zhamu's feet. Looking at the corpses of the people, they did not dare to cry, but silently bowed their heads in submission, hoping that Zhamu would let them go.

"My Lord, my subordinates searched the whole grassland of korchi, searched all the tents of herdsmen living here, killed the rebellious mob, and did not find the figure of the woman named Xiali."

The commander went to Zhamu and bowed.

Zhamu clenched his fist and couldn't help thinking, "is the message sent from above wrong?"