The status of a thousand households in the great Mongolian country can be seen from the weapons they use. For example, the elite warriors under Genghis Khan all wore uniform armor, swords, guns and bows.
Many of them were the result of the Mongols gathering together what they captured in the war and re-refining and forging them by Han craftsmen who were plundered on the grasslands.
And these centurions who belong to Lakshen Thousand Households all have weapons of various types around them.
So in the huge yurt, long knives and short knives flew together, iron axes and iron rods danced together, lamps and shadows shook, blood and flesh spattered, and screams, groans, and roars came one after another.
The chaos in the tent was quickly discovered by the outside world. The Mongolians belonging to different households were at a loss for a while. Some rushed into the tent, while others slashed tarpaulins, felts and cowhide with knives, trying to enter the tent from other sides.
Hundreds of people rushed forward, snapping and breaking several supports of the yurt. As a result, the circular canopy on top lost its balance, tilted suddenly, and fell in one direction.
Ge Qingshu put the dagger in his hand back into its scabbard, while Shi Mo wiped the blood from his hands first, put his hands in his sleeves, and the two of them moved out with innocent expressions on their faces.
At the same time, the dark yurt suddenly came into contact with the light of day, and the frantic and angry people suddenly stopped.
Thirty or forty people were fighting each other within the confines of a yurt, and no one was wearing armor and stomach. They were all fighting with their own arms, stomachs, and chests. It was really bloody and fatal.
The battle broke out extremely quickly, and the result was extremely tragic. At this moment, less than half of the Mongolians were standing, and most of the centurions were dead, and almost all of them had their heads missing.
Mahamu's reputation as a warrior is really not an exaggeration. He killed several people in a short fight, but his arm was cut off, leaving him with only his last breath.
He was lying on his back next to his uncle, with blood pouring out from his elbows and lower abdomen. Layers of bright red color covered the black blood that had solidified in Lakshen Qianhu.
Apart from the slight rise and fall of his chest and the slight twitching of his muscles, it was difficult to distinguish him from the corpse.
This situation made Mahamu's subordinates furious. They drew their swords one by one and wanted to rush over and chop the remaining centurions into pieces.
Although the few living centurions were weak, they had their own party members after all. In an instant, hundreds of people were at war with each other around the big tent, and more people came running from a distance.
Seeing that the situation was about to get completely out of control, the remaining centurions shouted wildly: "Slow down! Slow down! It's not what you think!" Someone suddenly saw the look on Ge Qingshu's face that had nothing to do with me. He crawled over and rushed over, hugged Ge Qingshu's legs and shouted: "General Ge Du! You must be a witness. This... this... I don't know how it became like this!" The other centurions Changdu said: "Yes, General Ge, please tell everyone, we really...we don't know anything!" Ge Qingshu stood surrounded by several centurions and pondered for a long time.
He suddenly yelled: "Idiot! Haven't you seen it yet!" This roar was so loud that even the Mongolians in the outer circle looked over.
For ordinary Mongolians at the bottom, no matter what the commanders and centurions above them think, they only know that the entire tribe is going south this time to rely on the Dinghai navy power here in Jinshan.
And this general named Ge is the envoy of Ding Haijun. In order to welcome him last night, Lakshen Qianhu personally toasted him and cut the mutton and presented it to him.
Such a big man shouting suddenly must have a purpose. Therefore, although many people in the periphery looked angry, they still stopped rushing towards the big tent, or towards the members of the hundreds of hostile households.
They all stared at Ge Qingshu to see what he had to say.
"It's Sono who's the fool!" Ge Qingshu stood in front of the crowd and shouted loudly: "Sono, the most trusted Batuer of Qianhu in Lakshen, assassinated Qianhu last night and was killed by Mahathir this morning. When Mu Baihu, Hamaruddin Baihu and Omubu Baihu were cross-examining, he was full of lies and encouraged several Baihu to fight each other! We all saw this!" Fanning?
It turned out to be Sono's fanning? What did Sono say to slap everyone? Didn't he get beaten to death by Mahamu without even saying a word?
How could he become the murderer of Qianhu again? These few remaining households are not big figures in the tribe. Their vision and talents are limited, and their reactions are slow.
So they had no idea what Ge Qingshu was talking about, and their faces were confused for a while. But now it was really the eve that the entire tribe was about to fall into a fire and conflagration. Everyone in the entire tribe, including the old, weak, women and children, had to fight each other, resulting in a lot of casualties. Finally, one of them reacted a little faster.
Nonsense, at this moment, who is the right person to say has a problem? Anyway, those powerful hundreds who might have gone to kill Lakshen Thousands were all dead. It was the perfect time to frame the dead people.
But after all, hundreds of households still have their own gang members, and throwing dirty water on them will inevitably cause conflicts in the future, so...among the dead, who else is the most suitable to top the vat, besides Sono?
He is Batu'er of Lakshen Thousand Households, and he is the person responsible for guarding the big account. If something happens to Lakshen Thousand Households, he deserves to die!
The envoy of Ding Haijun is very wise! The hundred households jumped up violently and shouted loudly: "General Gedu is right! It is this Sono who is doing bad things! He is the one who harmed the Lakshen thousand households and provoked Mahamu Baihu, Hamaruddin Baihu and Ermu Hundreds of households are fighting each other! We all see it, it’s true!” Since he shouted this, the rest of the people quickly agreed.
The Mongolians' emotions of shock and anger suddenly found a way to vent their anger. Many people rushed into the tent without hesitation, dragged Sono's body out, and trampled it on horseback.
During the process, people came and went, which inevitably caused chaos. Although Mahamu was still alive, he was stepped on several times and finally died.
The chaos came out of nowhere, but fortunately the situation did not get completely out of control. A number of thousands of households and hundreds of households died, but the Mongolians regard all things as spiritual, and they have always been open-minded about death. They just ask shamans to arrange sacrificial ceremonies. As for crying loudly and killing horses for burial, that is inevitable. program.
After all, the entire tribe is still there, and the ordinary people below live their lives as usual. It's just that a Khitan man named Shi Moyexian was left behind by Ding Haijun to put things in order and arrange everyone's lives on behalf of the thousands of households in Lakshen.
I heard that Shi Mo was Muhua Li Wanhu's right-hand man back then and was familiar with all the Wu Touxia tribes. Now that he is leading the tribes on his behalf, his status is quite similar.
Ge Qingshu returned with his other subordinates that day. Shi Moye stayed here alone. It was a bit unsafe after all. After Ge Qingshu returned, he had to immediately report to Zhao Xuan and send over Shi Moye's group of Khitan and tamed Mongolian prisoners.
When Shi Mo also suggested that Ge Qingshu kill Ermubu, Ge Qingshu understood what he meant.
If several powerful centurions died, the Jinshan side would not specifically select candidates from the remaining centurions to control the tribe.
Because that would be creating another leader, which would be of no benefit to the navy and would only create future troubles.
Therefore, someone must stay in this Mongolian tribe to control it on behalf of Jinshan. And Shi Mo, a Khitan man, was the best candidate.
This is also a shortcut for Shi Mo to get rid of his status as a prisoner and become a useful member of the Ding Navy. Ge Qingshu had no objection to this. Although he had only known Shi Mo for a short time, he also knew that this Khitan man was indeed talented.
Since he has talent and is willing to serve the Ding Haijun, it will be like a trap in a bag and he will emerge sooner or later. There is no need for Ge Qingshu to be the villain blocking the road.
Of course, Shi Mo was not the only one to take the lead on this trip. Ge Qingshu was riding on the horse, looking back at Lu Wusi who was sitting cross-legged and swaying on the cart, and asked: "How is it? Does your face hurt?" Lu Wusi's face was first scratched by Lakshen. The deep and long wound was whipped by Ge Qingshu with a riding crop. Now, not only the skin was torn, but both cheeks were swollen so much that the facial features were almost displaced.
Ge Qingshu had whipped Lu Wusi several times in front of the Mongols in order to prevent anyone from discovering the flesh and blood on Lakshen's fingernails and use this as a clue to search for the murderer.
Unexpectedly, the Mongols were so lax and careless. No one mentioned this matter until several powerful people died.
From this point of view, Lu Wusi suffered twice in vain. Hearing Ge Qingshu's question, Lu Wusi said dullly: "It's okay." After a while, he asked again: "The felt robe...will you really give me a new one for the felt robe?" Ge Qingshuhe said The companions all laughed.
