How about it?
How about what?
Could it be that they were asking, "How about these cruel words if the Mongolian master comes to kill one by one?"
not so good!
However, a bad situation is right in front of us, with a group of slaves staring at us with red eyes. How should we answer? How to cope?
Batu'er from behind shouted hoarsely: "Let's go quickly! Our horses are fast, they can't catch up!"
Everyone nodded, but Abul and Kunbuha ignored them at all.
Batu'er called out twice more, and Abel shouted impatiently: "Shut up, you can't leave. These people are not ordinary runaway slaves."
Before he finished speaking, the faint roar of horse hooves could be heard behind him, as well as the voices of Mongolians shouting and urging their horses. No need to look, that is the cavalry that everyone has been tracking for the past few days.
It is impossible for ordinary escaped slaves to have the courage to fight to the death, to master the tactics of ambush, to come up with crude but extremely useful equipment such as fireballs, leather ropes, and fishing nets, and to dispatch the troops responsible for covering the battlefield. Mongolian cavalry.
The fact that this group of escaped slaves can do this proves that they have hope and encouragement, the strength at hand, and a backbone.
Where does hope and encouragement come from? Who gave you the power at hand? Who is the backbone?
Abul was thinking about it, and Kunbuha said angrily: "It turns out to be Yeliyasi's person..."
"What?" Abel turned and asked.
"The people slowly surrounding us are Yeli Yasi's subordinates. Most of them are the Tanma Red Army who followed Muhua Li Wanhu back then. I can recognize their accents right away."
"Hey..." Abel was stunned.
After a while, he stooped and seemed to be completely discouraged: "The group of Han slaves in front of me are actually related to Yeli Yasi Qianhu... They are really not ordinary escaped slaves! They are aiming for The nobles of the Han Dynasty have gathered together!"
Abul is a warrior who has experienced many ups and downs in life, while Kunbuha is a shepherd who has endured hardships for decades and has gone through many hardships. Both of them have some vision and are not fools. They tracked the noble Han all the way here, and then watched the whole ambush. After understanding it, they figured it out.
It turned out that the group of knights they were following were not chasing the noble Han, but were instead surrounding and covering him.
It turned out that the group of knights they were following were the subordinates of Yeli Yasi Qianhu. This powerful Qianhu Nayan had done a lot of business with Han'er in the Central Plains in the past two years. His relationship with Han'er was closer than outsiders imagined. .
It turns out that the people in Yasi Qianhu have already found the missing Haner nobleman, but they are still publicizing the reward. They are clearly trying to disassociate themselves from each other and cover up something... For example, the identity of the nobleman must be more mysterious than what everyone had guessed before. important!
Finally, thinking about it, the Han nobleman probably didn't flee to Usha Castle in a panic. Maybe his original goal was in Usha Castle, and he even had the confidence to recruit Han slaves and nearby Mongolian tribes in Usha Castle. Let’s fight!
This, this, this... damn, there has been a lot of chaos on the grassland in the past few years, nothing is right, these things are happening one by one, it is extremely wrong!
After working hard for several days, the fifty horses and one thousand sheep that were likely to be obtained have flown away, which is inevitably frustrating. But the key at this moment is not the reward. You have to save your life first. Forget about the reward!
Hmm... maybe, maybe, if I make a choice at this time, the benefits will exceed the reward?
"People hiding there! Come out! I'm asking you a question!" The person who was asking questions at the edge of the battlefield shouted again.
Abul looked at Kunbuha. He was not as vicious as usual, and he hesitated to speak.
Kunbuha looked at Abul, his face was full of flattery and his eyes were pleading.
After a while, the two stood up together.
For these ordinary Mongolian warriors, life is originally very simple, and there is no need to spend much thought on calculations. They just graze cattle and sheep when they are free, and fight and plunder when they are busy. But these days, many Mongolians have to start using their brains and have to start thinking about some issues they have never considered.
Grazing cattle and sheep in your spare time is naturally an ancestral method.
But this method can only make people live like animals. It was very satisfying to fight and plunder during busy times, but with the rise of power in the Central Plains, it was no longer possible to go south to plunder. Many tribes went crazy and panicked because of poverty, and returned to their old habits and began to rob tribes in the grassland.
Then here comes the problem.
Who is the enemy? Who is the enemy?
If you want to live a good life, or even want to live a good life, which end should you stand on?
According to the common sense of the Great Mongolia, Abul and Kunbuha are both Mongolian warriors. Seeing a group of escaped slaves setting up an ambush to massacre the Mongolians, they should draw their swords and go up to help the fight and kill all the escaped slaves. Even if they are surrounded by escaped slaves, they should still fight and live up to the reputation of defeating the Mongol Uluth.
However, the Great Mongolia has only been established for about ten years. Although Genghis Khan continued to disrupt ethnic groups, split up the original tribes, placed different tribes at intervals, and implemented the Khan's decrees with the thousand-household system, after he left the grasslands, hundreds of thousands of years of customs came into play again, and many places Slowly returning to the earlier situation of everyone looking after their own affairs.
What's more, too many Mongolians have opened their eyes and their minds are not as simple as before?
For example, Kunbuha remembered that the Qianhu household near Wushabao belonged to Tongtian Wu Kuokuochu in the early years and was composed of many gangsters who shook the Huota. After Kuokuochu was killed at the behest of Genghis Khan, it was Monlik's other son, Laerbi, who took charge of him.
Genghis Khan had been taken care of by Monlik, so after killing Kuokuo, he still treated his subordinates favorably, so he divided the meadows of the Wuxian Ulugu Herding Station in the Jin Kingdom for them.
But many people know that Genghis Khan has actually lost trust in Mengli Ke and the gangsters of Huanghuota. Therefore, the Mongols with a slightly higher status have never paid attention to them and simply treated them as if they did not exist. An isolated place.
That being the case, what does these gangsters have to do with us?
No! Not at all!
Their death has nothing to do with us; their being ambushed has nothing to do with us! We will never jump out to fight, it’s better to find a way to escape!
Both Abul and Kunbuha thought so.
So, since we can't escape now, some choices are self-evident.
Abel shouted: "The Mongols are not all enemies! We are here to... uh, uh, help!"
Kunbuha suddenly raised his head, his mouth opened wide, revealing his crooked teeth.
The person shouting at the edge of the battlefield was a man who was quite familiar with Mongolian, so that was fine. At this moment, Abul shouted back, speaking in Chinese language, and Kunbuha couldn't understand it at all! He drinks every day and is as drunk as a dead dog every day, but he has not forgotten this trick!
This awkward Han language is somewhat like the accent of the original Hebei soldiers in Changzhou, and there are also a few accents like those of Liaodong people. I don’t know how this guy learned it. They are mixed together. Somewhat funny.
Even though Lu Wusi's body was still bloody, he still wanted to laugh.
He controlled the corner of his mouth that was about to glance up and shouted again: "Come on then, let's see what you can do to help! If it's really useful, let's have a drink!"
He still spoke in Mongolian, so Kunbuha understood.
He followed Abel out of the thorn bush and asked in a low voice: "How can we help? Captain Ten, you can't talk nonsense..."
"Shut up!" Abel said, "Think about how we can help. If you don't think of it, you might die!"
Kunbuha panicked: "Captain Ten, you just said it without thinking about it?"
"If I didn't say anything, something would have happened just now!"
When Abel walked down the slope, he accidentally stepped on gravel. The gravel rolled in pieces, just like the cold sweat on Abel's forehead.
He said irritably: "Think quickly! Think quickly!"
"But... what the hell can we come up with!" Kumbha yelled.
The group of people could not linger for long, and soon they arrived in front of Lu Wusi. Not far away, dozens of cavalrymen belonging to Yeli Yasi were watching eagerly and came to the high point of the slope.
Abel's cold sweat became more and more intense, and his face
His color was almost pale. He never thought that he, who was once a fearless man on the battlefield, would one day become like this. Was it the strong alcohol that corroded his spirit, or the broken arm that destroyed his ambition, or some other reason?
Kunbuha suddenly made up his mind: "Since these people are recruiting Han slaves, they must be short of food, right? They are also short of horses? Lack of weapons? Lack of tents? Whatever slaves can have on hand, they must be short of everything! Captain Ten, I can lead the way and take them to loot the Wu Xian Ulugu Herding Station! There is everything there!
