In the evening, it finally started to rain heavily.【】
The rain fell hard and fast, and the rainwater formed a line, connecting the sky and the earth, and it felt painful when it hit people's faces. Fortunately, they had set up tents long ago, and everyone took shelter in the tents.
There wasn't even a lookout, so there was no need to worry about a sneak attack in such a heavy rain.
If the rain is too fast, it will not last long. The heavy rain stopped within less than half an hour. However, although the rain lasted for a short time, the rainfall was heavy. Even though the entire camp was set up in a higher area, it was still wet everywhere.
General Bagan was experienced and chose a good place. Not only did it not store rainwater, but the ground after the rain was not muddy because of the turf. But when it rained heavily, even if he was in the tent, the rainwater would pour from his feet.
As it flows through, the moisture is unavoidable.
Soon, several conflicts broke out in the camp.
The cause of the incident was that the old Han soldiers could not stand the humid weather. They said that such inability to sleep would affect their sleep, and if it affected their sleep, it would affect tomorrow's itinerary.
They also brought out a military doctor, twirling his beard and talking about medicine with General Bagan, saying that "wind, cold, heat, dampness, dryness, and fire" are the six evils that cause disease, and of the six evils, dampness is the most difficult to cure.
When the moisture is cold, it becomes cold and damp, and when it is hot, it becomes hot and humid, which is more uncomfortable than the cold and heat in a dry climate...
General Bagan was so confused by these mysterious theories that he finally had to make concessions and allowed these Han men to go up the mountain to cut wood on their own, light fires in their tents, and dry out the inside of their tents.
Immediately afterwards, this group of veteran soldiers began to cut down trees. They dragged big trees and walked around the camp without scruples, frightening the cattle and sheep, scratching the shepherds' tents, and making people angry.
Those Oara herdsmen who dared to be angry but did not dare to speak could only curse quietly in Mongolian and Turkic languages. However, some of the Ming army soldiers knew a little about their languages. When they were furious, they could not help but push and beat them.
There was a young and energetic Wala man who refused to take a beating. As soon as he fought back, a group of old soldiers came forward to help, and they beat each other with fists and kicks. There were also some Ming soldiers in the mountains and tents.
As I walked between the huts, I saw some young and beautiful Olay women who were busy making fires and cooking. They just wanted to take advantage of them verbally. Others came forward to touch them, which inevitably led to conflicts with the male hosts.
Similar behaviors occurred here and there, making the camp a mess. Bagan was ordered by Mahamu not to offend the Ming people, but he could not be too partial to the Ming soldiers to bully the herdsmen and molest the tribal girls.
Their actions turned a deaf ear, so they had to pretend to be firefighters and run around to mediate. Taking advantage of the chaos, Xia Xun, Xin Lei, Fei Jiawei and Xiao Ying quietly walked towards Wansongling's residence.
The four of them first mingled with the Ming soldiers who went up the mountain to cut wood. When they came back, they had changed into shepherd attire and sneaked into the group of tents quietly. They set up camp hastily here, and the space is limited, so they couldn't do it like they did at Mahamu Camp.
In this way, the barriers were clearly defined, and the tents of the Ming army and the tents of the Mahamu tribe were crowded one after another.
The sky was dark, and the soldiers who had returned from logging were dragging trees and wandering randomly among the tents. There were conflicts from time to time. Xia Xun and the other three easily left the group. They walked among the tents of the Walas, and they also
It won't attract anyone's attention. Not to mention that others may not be able to recognize their faces. Even if they can, the shepherd may not be able to recognize all of them. You must know that this migrating army is not only people from the Ming army and Mahamu's headquarters.
, as well as the people of the Taiping and Batu Polo tribes, whose composition is very complex and suitable for fishing in troubled waters.
The four of them quietly approached Wansong's tent and then hid quietly.
Xia Xun said: "The news sent by Baoyin Hadun said that originally in order to hide their identities, Mahamu assigned them wives and children, but with the conflict with Ha Shiha, these arrangements were no longer needed. Then
The woman and child have been returned to their home. There are only three warriors who usually stay with them, responsible for protecting their safety and restricting their freedom. If we want to get in touch with him, we must avoid these three people.
It’s very difficult to be able to attract their attention..."
Sakura said: "Stop talking nonsense. Since you brought us here, you must have already had an idea. You might as well talk about it and listen to it."
Xia Xun said: "I'm not a god, how can I make a plan first? I have to go to the account and find out the specific situation before I can make a decision."
Sakura rolled her eyes at him and said, "That means you haven't figured out a way yet?"
Xia Xun thought of Xie Yufei and couldn't help but sigh: "I have a wife who is full of wisdom and scheming. Not to mention that there are only three people guarding them. Even if a large army protects them from wind and rain, she will definitely find a way."
Sakura asked angrily: "Is your wife here?"
Xia Xun replied simply: "Not here."
Sakura turned her head away so hard that Li didn't even bother to pay attention to him.
Xia Xun stared at the tent. The curtains of the tent were raised, but the situation inside was not clear. Occasionally, a person would come to the tent and look around. In this case, he wanted to remain calm.
Seeing Wansongling is not easy.
At this moment, a man wearing Mongolian robes walked to the tent again, muttered a few words and then shouted inside: "Chaolu, I'm in a hurry to take shelter from the rain today. I'm afraid no one will think of us. Come with me.
Let’s go get some food and come back.”
Another man in robe walked out of the tent. The two of them walked away wearing wet and heavy leather boots.
Xia Xun turned to Xiaoying and asked, "What are they talking about?"
Xiaoying translated it for him, and Xia Xun lowered his head and muttered: "In this case, there is still one guard left in the tent. Even though it is only one, we can't hurt his life, and we can't make him aware of it. We still have to get close to Tuotuo Fuhua.
I'm in a dilemma, I have to find a way to lure him away. Sakura..."
Xia Xun turned his head, suddenly startled, and asked curiously: "Where is Miss Xiaoying?"
Fei Hewei said: "After answering your words, I walked away."
Xia Xun was stunned: "Where did she go?"
After a while, Xiaoying came back quietly, and before Xia Xun asked, she said: "I may be able to lure the remaining person away, but it only takes a moment. If you can't explain it clearly in a few words, there is nothing I can do.
Yes, the two people who went to get food will be back soon."
Xia Xun's eyes lit up and he said, "Do you have a way to lure that person away?" He thought anxiously for a moment and said, "As long as you can lure him away for a moment, I have a way."
Sakura stared at him and said, "Okay, then it's yours." After saying that, Sakura stood up, patted her leather robe, straightened her hair, and walked towards the tent in a grand manner.
"Is anyone here?"
Sakura spoke loudly in Mongolian to the tent, and a strong Mongolian man appeared at the entrance of the tent, looking at her warily. Sakura was wearing a Mongolian woman's robe and hair accessories, and her face was slightly disguised.
There were a few mud marks, which were all dressed up by Xia Xun in order not to attract attention when she came back from the mountains. Although it had a certain concealment effect on her appearance, she was still bright and pleasant.
"What's up?"
The big Mongolian man asked in a deep voice.
Sakura didn't stand too close to her. Thanks to the dimness of the sky, her slightly pointed nose and light blue eyes were not noticed by others. If she stood too close, the other party would notice these features. She once
I followed Ahatun in and out of Mahamu's camp several times, worried that this big man knew her.
Sakura said in embarrassment: "The firewood is too wet. We can't make a fire and we can't even cook food. Brother, can you help me?"
Mongolians are very hospitable. They can draw swords against those who have conflicts of interest, but they can also try their best to help strangers who have no conflicts. This is a way of survival for grassland people.
The environment in the world is dangerous and survival is difficult. Everyone is in trouble. If we cannot help each other, the hope of survival will be greatly reduced.
Over thousands of years, this has become an instinct they have followed since childhood. When they were nomadic, if they encountered strangers in distress, they would generally take care of them selflessly, and even take out food that they would normally be reluctant to eat.
, the customer must be satisfied. Now it is just a small effort to help make a fire, and the other party is a very beautiful girl. Which man can refuse such a request?
However, the strong man has the responsibility to protect the Great Khan. Although there is no need to worry about the Great Khan being attacked or lost here, he still has the responsibility and it is not appropriate to leave his post without permission. The big man only hesitated for a moment, and Sakura quickly pointed forward.
One tent said: "Oh, it's not far. It's right in front of the tent in front. Help me, okay?"
The big man finally made up his mind. He turned to the tent and muttered something to the effect that the camp was in chaos, so don't move around. He followed Sakura and she thanked her profusely. It turned out that just before Sakura left, she was just walking around.
Looking for an excuse to use, there was a family of women and children having a fire in the tent in front of them. Xiaoying chatted with them and said that she would help them find someone, so she returned here.
As soon as the man left, Xia Xun whispered a few words to Xin Lei and Fei Hewei, and they rushed towards the tent together.
Wan Songling was lying on the quilt, feeling a wet and sticky feeling all over his body, which made him feel very annoyed.
The joy he felt when he first became the head of a country has long gone. He feels that this kind of life now is dull and boring, far less enjoyable than the joy of twisting the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes. Moreover, this bullshit Khan wants power but no power, and money but no money.
, with or without women, this life is no different from that of an ordinary shepherd, and it is not as easy as when he was a liar.
He even made plans to run away and return to his original life to continue his career as a gangster. However, this required long-term planning. Otherwise, how could he escape from this vast grassland alone?
While Wan Songling was lying on the couch with his legs crossed, chewing a grass stem, and thinking boringly, his apprentice Gongsun Dafeng was setting up firewood and lighting a fire. This tent can sleep five people, and it is one tent.
In the big tent, the three guards only lit one fire. He felt that the cold and dampness were unbearable, so he wanted to make another fire. However, the firewood was very moist, and the smoke from the first fire was very thick, which made him smoke.
He looked like a little devil, his face was completely dark, and only two white eyes were left.
Xia Xun and the others rushed into the tent, and by the light of the tent fire, they immediately recognized the identities of Wan Songling and Gongsun Dafeng. Ye Qianqian had already drawn their faces. The guy who was good at painting erotic New Year paintings, painted
The portrait looks quite realistic.
"Don't move, listen to me"
Xia Xun held down Gongsun Dafeng, while Xin Lei and Fei Hewei rushed up to set up Wansongling, and then left the tent like a gust of wind.
Xia Xun said: "Gongsun Dafeng, don't panic. We are here under the entrustment of Ye Qianqian. We have something to discuss with you. The Tatars are very strict and it is rare to find an opportunity. If they come back and ask you, just say
Your master will go out and find a place to relax, and we will send him back in a while."
Xia Xun quickly named a few of his family members to Ye Qianqian, then drifted away.
Ye Qianqian held wet firewood in one hand and squatted beside the fire, as confused as a dream...
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