The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 361

A gyrfalcon circled above his head and quickly plunged into the mountains ahead.

Geshuhan casually tossed the radish into the soup pot set up by the steel frame, then quickly rushed into the Black Mountain ahead.

When he returned, he seemed like a completely different person. He took out the only two jugs of wine he had left in his cabinet and went to the Turkic camp.

The soldiers were taken aback when they saw Geshuhan, then invited him into their tent for a drink.

Several men drank and ate meat together, and their relationship quickly improved, returning to what it was before.

"What brings you out today, buddy? And so thoughtful, bringing us guys some drinks?"

Geshuhan smiled slightly, then dumped all the dried beef slices and fruit he was carrying onto the table.

The Turkic soldiers stopped talking and continued eating and drinking, soon getting drunk, leaving Geshu Han somewhat helpless.

They had wanted the adjutant to prepare a tent for him, but seeing how drunk he was, they decided against it and fell asleep on the table with everyone else.

When he woke up early the next morning, he saw the soldiers walking over from the main tent.

“Geshuhan, you’re just taking advantage of your superior martial arts skills to skip morning classes. If it weren’t for the Khan’s strict supervision these past few days, he would probably have thrown you into the Black Mountain to fight the wolves again.”

Geshuhan simply straightened his clothes and then stared intently at the largest tent in the military camp. The tent was made of three layers of the finest lambskin and looked very comfortable.

When he arrived, he had already spotted this tent, and the three brothers who were drinking heavily there immediately lowered their heads.

Ashina nudged as if to say something, but in the end he walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't even think about it. That tent is occupied by a Han Chinese. You know how weak that Han Chinese is."

But Goshuhan realized that these people didn't want him to fight for the wool tent anymore.

A murderous glint flashed across Geshuhan's face, and then he turned and walked away.

The remaining three were led by Ashina, and the other two were Adian and Hurba.

Adian felt uneasy seeing Ashina staring blankly at Geshuhan's back.

Hurba also sighed.

"Geshuhan's personality is like a white wolf. Nothing else matters to him, but there's only one thing he really wants, and it would be a real shame if he couldn't get it."

"I've never seen him care about anything so much before."

A wolfish glint flashed in Adian's eyes as he said resentfully, "If it weren't for that damned Han Chinese, this white sheepskin tent would belong to Geshu Han. Such a fine thing should belong to Geshu Han."

Unexpectedly, the next day, Geshuhan came to drink with the three of them again. When he lifted the tent flap, there was another person following behind him.

All three of them were somewhat stunned.

Hurba said, "Have you lost your mind? Why did you bring a bastard with you?!"

Ashina laughed from the side, while Adian leaned back in his chair, showing no intention of welcoming them, his friends from afar.

Hurba laughed heartily: "Looks like we're getting some wine to drink today. Geshuhan, bring out your best wine!"

Goshuhan threw the pure silver wine bottle he was carrying onto the table.

"You won't be upset, will you? If so, I might as well go back and keep my white wolf company."

Ashina immediately said, "How could we not be happy! We're happy that you're here, aren't we, Ashina?"

A-Dian nodded and said, "I had someone slaughter a sheep yesterday, and it's already roasting. It's delicious right now!"