The black cavalry swept over from the horizon like waves. The frightened Jurchens were running wildly on the snowy fields like hunted rabbits. The desperate old patriarch was riding on a bare-backed horse, holding his little baby tightly in his arms.
Sun Tzu grabbed the mane of the war horse tightly and pressed his body as close to the horse's back as possible. Sweat flowed out of his gray hair and hit Sun Tzu's ignorant cheek. He couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat.
Behind him, his people were being slaughtered, and the women and children who couldn't run were the first to be annihilated by the black waves.
Those violent cavalry didn't even need to use their hands. The war horses knocked them to the ground forcefully, and then the horses' rough iron hooves stepped on them... After the wave, there was only a bloody mud left on the snow...
Seeing that the pocket formation was gradually tightening, the old patriarch roared: "Bobo! Get out alive! Remember today, all the blood of Nali Khan has been shed." After saying that, he stabbed the war horse in the butt with a short knife, and the war horse
Feeling the pain, he rushed forward suddenly. The old patriarch let go of the hand holding his little grandson and tried his best to jump off the horse. He was rolled forward by the inertia for a long way. When he stood up, his head was already bleeding.
Before he could stand still, he drew out his knife and roared towards the charging Liao cavalry.
"God, why? Noble gentlemen, Nali Khan has never paid less tribute. Our best furs are dedicated to you, our most beautiful children are dedicated to you, and we offer the most vigorous Haidong Qing.
I gave it to you, what else do you want? Why?"
No one paid attention to the old patriarch's angry roar. Those black giant cavalry were as cold as the waves in the East China Sea, still squeezing inward. Before the old patriarch could rush forward, a spear pierced his chest.
Before the corpse could fall down, his head was cut off by a long knife. Just as the head flew into the sky, he saw the vigorous war horse finally rushing out from the gap...
A big hand grabbed his messy hair, spat at the dead head, and hung it under the horse's neck. This was the best trophy.
The remaining Jurchens were strung up with ropes by the cavalry. These people will be hung on wooden stakes and dried for public display. His Majesty said that without fear, there will be no submission! The death of a Khitan nobleman must be caused by the death of a thousand Jurchens.
Come and be buried.
But one of the cubs escaped. This is very troublesome. The Jurchens are so annoying. If there is hatred, they should kill them all. If there is one left, there will be trouble sooner or later. They can remember the hatred for many years. They have done it before.
There is a precedent for this. A nobleman played a game of killing Jurchens, but failed to kill them all and ran away with two people. Ten years later, these two guys sneaked into the nobleman's mansion and killed the nobleman's family in one night.
Clean, the Khitan people deeply hate this ethnic group that accepts death.
A small group of Khitan cavalry followed the Jurchen child's horse's hoof prints and pursued them all the way, eradicating the roots. They were very familiar with this routine.
A caravan from the Song Dynasty appeared on the vast snowy field. The man leading it was wearing thick fur and a dog-skin hat on his head. His hat was very special. It was very different from the hats that the Song people usually wore.
The only difference is that it is made of dog skin, with two ears hanging down from the top, which can be tied tightly to the chin with a rope, making it look warm.
While burping from wine, he yelled at the guy who was huddled up in the carriage like a hibernating bear: "Old Zhao, come down and take a walk. You will get colder if you huddle in the carriage like this, and you can't drink too much wine.
Drink too much and your body will sweat. Once you sweat, you will freeze to death."
The fat man in the carriage moved a little, then quickly retracted, holding a heater in his arms and cursing: "Damn it, the weather is too cold. I am known as a person who is never afraid of the cold in Tokyo, but here I am."
Why is it like this?"
The man on the horse laughed loudly and said: "Bear it, do you think this is the greenhouse at home? Nalihan is too far away. If the general hadn't insisted on Hai Dongqing, we wouldn't have to suffer this. What do you think, general?
I don’t like hunting either, so why do I need sea blue? This thing is a rare thing even in Liaodong. It seems that there is not much money left from the money earned this time. Nalihan’s old bones are very cunning, and we can’t get much advantage.
"
The fat man in the carriage looked around at his companions who were pale from the cold and cursed: "You bitch, you can't shut up your stinky mouth. Why are you mentioning the general when you get here? Can I tell you what the general wants? I'll do the errand."
Okay, Madam will definitely reward you heavily when you get back, now think more about how to deal with Nalihan’s old bones.”
The big man laughed, and went to discuss in a low voice. Finally, he reluctantly took out the wine bottle from his arms and put it on the carriage: "Old Zhao, you must use magic weapons to deal with these Jurchens. Our family
The strong liquor is a great weapon, and Old Bones is the most cunning Jurchen, but as long as he sees strong liquor, he will be dead! Hahaha..."
Old Zhao patted the fur-wrapped wine jars in the carriage and said with a smile, "There are two more jars here."
The big man unceremoniously pulled up the fur wrapping the wine jar and said to Lao Zhao: "We don't need so much. This time the harvest of the Jurchen's sea greens was not good. We got four from the East China Sea Jurchens. They are far away from the general."
There is a big gap between the ten requested. Nalihan's old bones are well-known among the Jurchens as a master of falconry. If we can get him back to Tokyo, the general will be very happy."
A group of people were shivering from the cold, but they were chatting happily. Only in this way can they feel warmer.
When walking through a forest, Old Wei, who was riding a horse, suddenly sniffed hard, pulled out his knife and shouted: "Beware, beware! It smells like blood!"
Old Zhao quickly retracted into the carriage, and the other guards quietly drew out their sabers. Old Wei reached his back with his left hand and took out the crossbow. He stared at the snowdrift on the left and shouted in Jurchen dialect.
There was a cry. But there was no movement.
I jumped off my horse and slowly approached the snowdrift. I suddenly turned behind the snowdrift and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. I saw a child of twelve or thirteen years old who was bleeding and stinging. The blood on his body seemed to have frozen. No.
The older child had a lot of arrows in his body and lay there like a hedgehog.
One of the guards put his hand on the young man's nose and said: "There is still breath, it will be troublesome to save him. You can't save people casually in this damn place, or you may get into trouble. We have important matters to do with the general, so let this kid go."
Bar."
Old Wei nodded and put away the knife and crossbow arrows. He had seen too many such tragedies in the East China Sea these days. No one is a Bodhisattva. Not harming others is already a kind heart. Who dares to save people without harm?
Just when Old Wei was about to leave, he suddenly saw a large black mark on the young man's neck. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he pulled open the child's collar, only to see a sharp bruise on the young man's back.
Use green material to tattoo a sea turtle spreading its wings and ready to fly.
Seeing this tattoo, Old Wei was overjoyed. He took off his fur and wrapped it around the young man's body. As a veteran, he could see clearly that the arrows in this young man's body were not deep. When he gritted his teeth,
He pulled out the arrows, filled the holes with golden sore medicine, and then quickly put the young man into the carriage.
"Old Wei, you think we don't have enough things to do, so why did you kill the child and put it on the carriage?"
Lao Zhao yelled and cursed, but he shrank inward a little to make enough room for the child.
Old Wei laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes. He patted the shed of the carriage and said: "You know what the hell, this child is a treasure. Do you think you can see a falconer anywhere? We picked one up for nothing, and you still think it's too much.
of."
"Really?" Lao Zhao suddenly became happy. Although Lao Wei was naughty, he was a man of the truth. He was also a man who followed the Marquis on his expeditions. Later, he injured his lung in Qingtang, and the Marquis
Seeing that he had no relatives or friends, he stayed at home and became a general. Before the ice was sealed, he took the Shi family's ship and came to the Jurchen in the East China Sea to find Hai Dongqing for the Marquis.
"Let's camp immediately, find a place with leeward wind, and save this kid alive first. If this kid dies, I don't know how upset the general will be when we get back."
Another general added: "I think there is a problem. This kid has a tattoo of Haidongqing on his back, which means he is indeed a falconer. Such a young falconer is very rare. Jurchen selection
We brothers have heard a lot these days about how strict falconers are. There are only a few "eagle households" that capture Haidongqing. The places where Haidongqing lives are either cliffs or dangerous shoals. No one has ever caught Haidongqing.
Qing’s people are not real falconers. Is it possible to catch Hai Dongqing at such a young age?”
Old Wei laughed and said: "No one dares to make such a joke. Don't worry, as long as you save this kid and send him back to Tokyo, it will definitely be a great achievement. We will depend on this kid when we start a family and start a career, even if we want to ask the maid at home to be our wife."
It’s not impossible.”
Just as the small convoy of more than a dozen people continued to move forward to find a campsite, eight Liao cavalry rushed down from the hill like a violent wind.
They turned around but didn't find the child, only the bare-backed war horse. In this wilderness, as long as there was no horse, an injured child would have turned into a corpse long ago. Just as they climbed up the mountain
When Gang was preparing to go back, he unexpectedly discovered a small caravan. This was simply a gift from God. There was no reason not to accept it.
Old Wei saw those Liao soldiers from a distance, turned around and said to Old Zhao: "Damn, it's unlucky. We've encountered a killer. Eight of them. If there are no other Liao soldiers nearby, our brothers are going to kill these people."
Already."
Old Zhao said in horror: "We can't defeat him, otherwise we can hand over this child, even if we don't need the goods. Before leaving the house, my wife told me that our brothers' survival is the first priority."
Old Wei looked at the Liao soldiers who were shouting and rushing towards him and said with a smile: "My master is kind, but we brothers can't just take the salary of our master and do nothing. Don't worry, Old Zhao, we are in Qingtang."
They have survived all kinds of hell, but a few Liao soldiers are nothing! Brothers did it, just these eight bastards!" (To be continued)