Chapter 30: The confrontation between the low mountains
The two sides were in a stalemate, and after about a cup of tea, Sang Kun finally compromised. Who would let him have such a precious son?
In desperation, Sang Kun ordered Guo Jing and Guo Mo to each send a war horse. Guo Mo rode alone, and Guo Jing led another war horse in Du Shi. The two did not go out and drove the horses towards the iron.
Mu Zhen escaped from the low mountain where he was trapped.
There was still a stone's throw away from the short mountain, when someone from above heard shouting: "Who is coming? Come forward again, open your bow and release your arrows."
The two men hurriedly reined in their horses, and Guo Mo replied loudly: "Is Temujin the Great Khan here? Guo Jing and Guo Mo brothers are here."
At this time, the sky was already dark.
There was a commotion for most of the night, and people in the joint camp at the bottom of the mountain were shouting and screaming. Temujin's guards on the mountain had long discovered the abnormality. However, they had too few soldiers and horses, and it was at night. They were worried about the enemy's deception, so they didn't
Dare to go down the mountain, but always stay alert.
Hearing Guo Mo's shout, Temujin drove his horse forward and looked up. Sure enough, it was Guo Jing, Guo Mo's brother, and Guo Jing also captured one person on his horse. So he waved his hand, withdrew the formation and let the two men in.
Guo Jing and Guo Mo did not dismount, and went straight to Temujin's horse. "Why did you two brothers come here? Oh, you caught Du Shi?" Temujin saw Du Shi on the horse, and the two
His eyes suddenly lit up.
"Temujin Khan, the people you sent out to move troops were met by Hua Zheng. Then Hua Zheng went to Qixianzhuang to inform us." Guo Mo introduced exactly what happened before arriving.
"Great Khan, now that we have captured Du Shi, we can stabilize Sang Kun for the time being. In addition, we have notified Tole Anda, Master Zhebie and others that they will gather our troops to come, move with our cameras, and annihilate the rebels in one fell swoop."
After hearing this, Temujin looked at the two brothers in front of him, his eyes reddened, and he was filled with emotion: "Guo Jing, Guo Mo, I won't say more if I'm grateful. I fell into their trap by mistake and escaped from danger."
I will thank you very much later.”
Although Temujin was surrounded by many layers of people, he still looked majestic and confident. Guo Mo subconsciously praised in his heart, "That's all. He is worthy of being a 'prodigy of a generation'"!
At this time, it was bright and clear, and the coalition forces of Sang Kun and Zhamu He had already surrounded Aishan.
Temujin took the reins, drove the horse forward, and shouted loudly: "Brother Sangkun, please come and talk." Surrounded by a group of soldiers, Sangkun approached the short mountain, with dozens of people on the left and right holding iron shields for protection.
Just in case of cold arrows from the mountains.
"Temujin, please surrender obediently. For the sake of our friendship over the years, I will leave you a complete corpse."
"Brother Sangkun, I, Temujin, have done nothing to offend you two, and I respect Wang Han's foster father very much. Why do you plan to harm me?" Temujin asked loudly.
Sangkun said: "We Mongolians have lived separately for generations, and cattle, sheep, and livestock have been shared by the same clan. But you, Temujin, now want to break the rules left by your ancestors and reward these shared properties to
A pariah with military exploits. My father Khan will be very unhappy if you do this!"
"Is this the reason why you want to kill me?" Temujin stepped forward again, raised his voice, and said to the tens of thousands of troops on the opposite side: "Mongolian brothers, all of us Mongolians are heroes, but
We are scattered in various small tribes and cannot unite. In recent years, the Kingdom of Jin has asked us to pay tribute to cattle, sheep, and horses every year, and the demand is getting more and more. Is this what we are willing to do?"
"We are all heroes and heroes, fighting on the battlefield with our own blood and lives. Why can't we use our military exploits to exchange for cattle and sheep, exchange for wealth, and exchange for high-ranking officials and generous salaries? Just because we are born in poverty, are we destined to be poor and humble all our lives?"
"The Han people have a saying, 'Would princes, generals, and prime ministers rather have their own kind?' I, Temujin, am willing to work with all the brothers in Mongolia to fight for us Mongols with the scimitar in my hand and the war horse at my hip."
A world where people from the Jin Kingdom will never again oppress and extract wealth!"
Temujin was indeed a born commander. His impassioned speech left Sang Kun speechless. Most of Sang Kun’s subordinates knew Temujin, and they also knew about Temujin’s great achievements.
Temujin's words spoke to his heart.
There were whispers in Sang Kun's team. Some people had put away their swords and arrows and were unwilling to be enemies with Temujin. They even thought about coming to Temujin. When Temujin saw Sang Kun's tribe,
He actually lost his spirit because of this, and with a wave of his hand, someone escorted Du Shi forward.
Temujin pointed an iron gun at Du Shi and called to Sang Kun: "Sang Kun, your son Du Shi is a guest here of this Khan. Please ask your army to retreat a hundred feet, so as not to disturb the elegance of Young Master Ling.
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Sang Kun had no choice. First, Temujin was at the front to deceive people, and then his beloved son was captured and controlled by others. Seeing that the momentum was not right, Sang Kun had to temporarily order the army to retreat.
At this time, another wave of people came in from outside the formation. Sang Kun looked back and his eyes lit up, "Sixth Prince". It turned out that Wanyan Honglie, the Sixth Prince of the Kingdom of Jin, had arrived.
"Sixth Prince, there is someone from the martial arts on the other side, who entered the camp and kidnapped my son Du Shi. Now..." Sang Kun said helplessly.
"Haha, Sang Kun is sweating profusely. There is no need to make things difficult. Let me rescue your son Du Shi first." Wanyan Honglie waved his hand and four people came from behind the formation.
I saw these four people, lined up in a row, holding knives, spears, whips, and axes in their hands. These four people were none other than Guo Jing, the "Four Ghosts of the Yellow River" that Brother Guo Mo had encountered before. These four people
They are four brothers, in order: senior brother "Soul-Destroying Knife" Shen Qinggang, second senior brother "Life-Chasing Spear" Wu Qinglie, third senior brother "Soul-Seizing Whip" Ma Qingxiong, and fourth senior brother "Sangmen Axe" Qian Qingjian.
The last time they were secretly attacked by Guo Jing and Guo Mo brothers, although both sides suffered no damage, they were still at a disadvantage because they were four against two. If their master "Longmen Ghost King" Sha Tongtian hadn't arrived in time, there might have been someone.
Either dead or injured.
Afterwards, "Longmen Ghost King" Sha Tongtian felt that he had lost face, so he took the four brothers back and practiced hard for several months. After some "diligence and hard training", he felt that his martial arts had improved, so he returned to Zhao State again.
In the palace, he served as a bodyguard for Wanyan Honglie.
This time, I also followed Wanyan Honglie to the north, and wanted to try my luck to see if I could meet the two boys who attacked me last time and avenge my "one shot of revenge."
Wanyan Honglie asked four people to rescue Du Shi, but he had no good intentions. Of course everyone was happy if he could be saved, but if he couldn't save Du Shi, Du Shi died in Temujin's hands. There was a "bloody feud" between Sang Kun and Temujin.
"The two tribes are constantly fighting, which is more in line with the interests of the Jin people.
The people of the Jin Kingdom are not saviors. If the country's national power were not declining now, Wanyan Honglie would have thought about unifying the grasslands. But now, appeasement and restraint are their best policies for the Mongolian grasslands.