"Mom, everyone else has a father. Where is my father?" Xiao Yunao stared at his mother with black eyes. Yin Yin stroked Yunao's head and said, "Your father is the most powerful man in the world. Even the Huns who are like jackals are afraid of him."

"Why didn't Dad come to see us?" Xiao Yunao's words made Yin Yin choke.

"The emperor and the empress dowager of the Han Dynasty don't like your father. They forced your father to the distant sea." Yin Yin gritted her teeth and said hatefully.

"Mom, the emperor of the Han Dynasty is a bad guy. The Empress Dowager is also a bad guy. Grandpa John is dead. I will ask Batu to take people to attack them, okay?" Seeing his mother's hatred, Xiao Yunao said indignantly, waving his small fists.

"Children, we don't have to send Batu to attack the Han people. As long as we send these military horses to your father, your father is an invincible person in the world." When talking about his man, Yin Yin's tone showed endless pride.

"Okay, let Ba/Wu/Zhen send these horses to his father. But mother, can I follow him to see his father? I really want to meet him!" Xiao Yunao's face was full of expectations. He had never seen his father since he could remember. His mother often told him that his father was the biggest hero in the world. No one could defeat his father. Every time he talked about it, Yin Yin's eyes flashed with bright colors.

"No, child. You are the king of this land. The king cannot leave his own territory easily." Yin Yin stroked Yun Ao's head helplessly, and his black hair was smooth and smooth.

"Then I let Yun Lie be the king here, can I go to visit my father?" The world in the child's eyes was extremely simple. Two years ago, after John's death, King Donghu was inexplicably choked to death while eating apples, and his successor was naturally Yun Ao.

After years of operation, Yinyin has completely mastered the Donghu country. All generals of the army are loyal to Yinyin. Every year, the Qiang slaves planted a large amount of cotton. These cottons will be sold to the Han people at high prices, and the profits earned will be to support the entire Zhangye population for a year. Not to mention cantaloupe, raisin wine, and the sky-high Dayuan horses, every year, a huge trade deficit flows into Yinyin's money treasury.

With the knife and money, no one in the entire Donghu even the Western Regions ravaged by the Huns was Yin Yin's opponent. The Huns, who were greatly injured in their vitality, were unable to invade Donghu in large quantities.

Batu led his son Ba Zhen to build a guard for Yinyin that was finally Yinyin. The number was as high as 50,000 people. From equipment to tactics, it was completely the Yun family's standard training. In the battle, it was the strongest in the Western Regions. A substitute palace maid at the time was now a veritable king of the Western Regions. Looking at the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, none of them dared to challenge Yinyin.

What Yin Yin had no choice but to see her father in the eyes of her son. In order to see her father, Yunao could even give up the throne to her younger brother.

"My child. The throne is not fruit candy or ice cream. You can't let it go, but don't worry. Your father loves you, and Batu is the first family leader to follow your father. Your father sent him to protect you. Prove that he cares about you and loves you.

Once your father has time, he will definitely come back to see you." Yin Yin knew that Yun Xiao went to the other side. I think it would be even more difficult to come to Donghu once. But seeing his son's expectant eyes, Yin Yin had to deceive the poor child.

"Are you serious?" Xiao Yunao immediately became excited.

"Really, once your father defeated the enemy over there, he will come to see you." Yin Yin turned her head and secretly wiped the tears that surged out of her eyes.

"Then I'll go find Ba Zhen and ask him to send these war horses to his father as soon as possible." Yun Ao ran out, and several followers immediately followed him out to take care of the active king.

The transport of the war horses this time was quite large. Yun Xiao reported that he not only needed thousands of war horses, but also thousands of pack horses. After years of searching in the Western Regions, there were not many good horses in the Western Regions. However, there were many pack horses. The pack horses in the Western Regions were strong and endurance. The main driving force of the four-wheeled carriage was better than that of the Huns.

The old Batu is really old, and his beard is completely white. Now the one who leads the army is his son Ba Zhen, and Yunao rushed into Batu's arms like a little leopard.

"Lao Batu, Lao Batu! Let Bazhen give these military horses to his father quickly. My mother said that if his father defeated the bad guys on the sea, he would come to see me." Yun Ao grabbed Batu's curled beard and stroked it while keeping his mouth.

"Hahaha, my little master. Bazhen can't go. He wants to lead the army to protect you. Batu is old and needs someone else to protect you. Let Bahrain go. He is a strong eagle. He can completely deal with jackals on the grassland."

Batu held Yunao and pointed at Balin, the youngest son who was gathering his army in the distance.

"Okay, let Balin go. Old Batu, my mother said that my father is the biggest hero in the world. The Huns, who are like jackals, are most afraid of him."

"Oh, my little master. Old Batu is also a Hun. You can't use jackals to say that your most loyal servant. You should say that the Huns are evil wolves. Those who can defeat the evil wolves are the real eagles on the grassland." Batu said pretending to be displeased.

"Okay, Lao Batu, don't be angry. My father asked me to bring me grilled fish fillets, but it was delicious. I heard that it was fished out from the distant sea. What does the sea look like? Is it as big as the lake in our Zhangye?"

"My little master, the sea is very big. Unfortunately, Lao Batu has never seen it. I have only seen the Yangtze River of the Han people. It is very, very wide, and is as wide as thousands of sheep connected together." Batu didn't know how to describe the vastness of the Yangtze River for a while, so he had to use fat sheep to give an example.

"It's a pity that my mother said that the king should not leave his territory, otherwise I really want to go to the Han family's place to see the sea and the Yangtze River you mentioned. I heard from my mother that there are ten Zhangyes in the Han people. The city walls are as high as a mountain, and the population is as large as cattle and sheep on the grassland. Is that true?"

"Little master, the Queen Mother did not lie to you. The fief of our Yun family is right next to Chang'an, but the emperor and the Queen Mother of the Han Dynasty did not like your father. They forced your father away from Chang'an, and your father had no choice but to go to the other side of the sea." Batu was full of resentment at Liu Xiaozhu's ungrateful behavior. In his impression, Liu Che was still in the category of the large ginseng doll.

As the oldest general of the Yun family, he naturally knew that Liu Che was appointed as the crown prince until he ascended the throne. How much effort and profit the Yun family had put into it. In the eyes of Batu, who had a simple mind, Liu Che's behavior was completely betrayal.

"Hmph, my mother said that as long as my father defeated those people in the sea, no one in the world would be his opponent, and the Han emperor would not do it. When I grew up, I would take my old Batu to beat the bad emperor of the Han people. And the bad empress dowager in my mother's mouth." Xiao Yunao waved his little fist angrily, completely forgot that he was actually a purebred Han man.

"Okay, Lao Batu is not dead yet. He will accompany his little master to beat up the ungrateful Han emperor. Fortunately, he has eaten the Yun family for so many years, and in the end he will help his grandmother squeeze the marquis. Humph!"

"Old Batu, teach me to ride a horse. I will train my body to defeat the Han emperor."

"Okay, my little master. The Huns practiced riding horses at the age of four. My little master is already five years old and should also learn to ride horses. You don't know your father back then..."

Batu walked away happily with Yunao in his arms, and a few white clouds were floating in the blue sky. Below the white clouds were war horses like clouds. War horses purchased from all over the Western Regions were gathering in Zhangye. This time, the scale was the highest in history, with 20,000 horses concentrated in Zhangye.

Batu's youngest son Balin is directing Mrs. Ma to take care of the early horses and accept the new horses. In a few days, this huge team will be escorted to the Han territory by five thousand Donghu warriors and handed over to the Yun family manager waiting there.

"Hurry up, and you'll set out in three days. Remember to bring more raisins, which can be sold at a good price in the Han territory." (To be continued...)

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