"If you use the general's relationship indiscriminately, will it ruin the general's important affairs? I know that the general doesn't seem to have much affection for those Liao people." Old Wei said worriedly.
Old Zhao smiled bitterly and said: "What else can we do besides this method at this time? I don't know whether it will ruin Mr. Hou's important matter. I only know that Mr. Hou will not blame us for using it to save our lives."
His relationship."
Old Wei lowered his head and pulled the blazing firewood pile with the branch in his hand, watching the sparks rising, and finally punched the ground and said: "Master Hou's strategies are always linked one by one.
If you don’t bother, don’t bother. Sometimes a strategy can save the lives of brothers on the battlefield by thousands. We are all people who have come down from the battlefield. We know what the scene is like. When necessary, we can use human bodies.
It's not unusual to pave the way for war horses.
I don’t want the general to be forced to give such an order, so we will solve our problems ourselves. Anyway, this life is saved. I used to live like mud. It was the general who made me, Old Wei, live like a human being, for the sake of my brothers.
Gentlemen and generals, my life, Old Wei, is worthless, what do you think?"
Several veterans who came down from the battlefield nodded indifferently.
Old Wei laughed and said: "Well, we will die first. Old Zhao, don't think about finding the Khitan people. I don't think the chance is big, unless you can find them among thousands of troops."
Xiao Lihu, no matter what, my brothers will send you back home even if they risk their lives. If we can't come back, just give us some blood food during the holidays."
Old Zhao smiled and said: "You are following Mr. Hou to gain fame, and I, Old Zhao, am working with my wife to make a living. I am no less favored by the master's family than you are. Since you are unwilling to ruin Mr. Hou's important affairs, I, Old Zhao, will not give in."
Madam, you are in trouble. In this world, the most valuable thing is human life. Although Old Zhao is raising a family, he is not a villain. Since you have talked about this, none of us can die. We must go back alive.
Only when you show your face and do the things assigned by Mrs. Marquis well can you be worthy of the master.
Since we have decided not to go to the Khitan people, we must avoid the Khitan people now and walk specifically through the woods. If we walk through the woods, we will definitely meet the Jurchens. When the time comes, I will go and talk to you. Whether or not we can talk to you is up to you. Anyway,
, we all have to integrate into a certain ethnic group to survive the long winter in Liaodong."
Seeing that Lao Wei and others agreed, Lao Zhao laughed and got into the carriage. His chest was hot due to the fire in this damn place, but a cold wind from nowhere blew his back. He was a businessman.
There is no comparison between human beings and those people who are used to killing people.
The small group of cavalry chasing the little Jurchen did not return before sunset. The two eyes of General Gui Slave were like two will-o'-the-wisps. The cavalry searching for the eight people had already gone out. It was difficult to find the eight people in the white-haired wind.
He wouldn't care if it were eight ordinary soldiers. There were many Khitan people, so the loss of eight people was not unacceptable, but these eight people were a little special. They were all noble children of Linhuang Mansion, and they went to Chunnaibao with the emperor to take the exam.
It was for the sake of their father and brother that General Gui Slave entrusted them with this simplest task. Unexpectedly, it would be compromised here.
When the white-haired wind blows, it's time to return to camp. The iron armor they wear will only kill them in such weather. The rescuers they sent out should also come back at this time. The moon is glowing red, and a
Boss's halo, tomorrow will be a windy day, the army has already set up camp, and all the personnel outside must come back.
The ghost slave coldly issued the military order to blow the trumpet and return to camp. No more lives could be lost for those eight idiots.
The wind blew faster and faster, and the white snow foam hit the face with unbearable pain. At the moment when the sky turned dark, the last search cavalry finally came back. They found eight horses hiding in the mountain col for shelter from the wind.
There were eight headless corpses sitting on the war horses. The armor on the corpses had been peeled off, and the corpses were turned into eight pieces of hard frozen meat.
The ghost slave drew his sword and slashed at a corpse. Seeing that the blade only penetrated more than an inch, he said to the cavalry who had just returned from the search: "You didn't encounter a surprise attack?"
The trembling cavalryman wrapped in furs trembled and said: "General Qi, I only saw corpses and horses, not heads, and no traces of enemies around. I saw the white hair blowing in the wind, so I had to rush to
I walked back and didn’t have time to search the surrounding area.”
The ghost slave nodded and said: "This is the right thing to do. The person has been dead for more than two hours. Baimaofeng has covered up all the traces long ago. Even if he wants to find the traces, he can't find them. Since they met him at the moment
Libo, it’s natural to die in battle. Please report the damage according to the battle! The body will be turned into ashes and handed over to their servants to take back to Linhuang Mansion!"
After receiving the order, the subordinates went to find a shaman. After all, they were nobles, and they still needed necessary mourning and honors after death.
General Gui Nu hesitated before entering the military tent, but he still entered the military tent. He vaguely felt that these eight people did not seem to have died in the hands of Keribao, but he could not tell what was wrong, but it was a small matter.
The thing is, since Keribao is nearby, my control over the camp needs to be strengthened, and those Jurchen slaves need to be closely guarded to ensure that nothing gets out of hand.
"The Liao Kingdom has ten Divine Slave Generals. They control the most elite Southern Cavalry of the Liao Kingdom. With the Divine Slaves, ten Ghost Slave Generals were gradually derived. This was established by the late emperor in order to strengthen the imperial power.
They are the royal private soldiers.
What General Gui Nu wants to defend is not foreign enemies at all. What they want to defend against is the internal enemies of the Liao Kingdom. Regarding this, the late emperor has always been sober. Even if the emperor's uncle wanted to get involved with General Gui Nu, he was sternly rejected by the late emperor.
Already.
Queen, look at this memorial that just arrived. Uncle Qin asked to dispatch five ghost slave generals to quell the rebellion in Haizi. He also said that this is the best way because our location is closest to Haizi. As for my safety,
, he will send troops from the South Campus instead.
Tell me, what does the Emperor's uncle plan to do? When will it be his turn to send my guards?"
Yelu Hongji stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, holding a memorial in his hand as he walked and talked. In the large cowhide tent, it was warm as spring, and several charming singers were playing soft tunes and whispering softly.
Singing a soft song.
Xiao Guanyin was leaning on a large soft couch, reading by candlelight. His beautiful body was undulating, making people think endlessly. I am afraid he was the only one in the entire Liao Kingdom who dared to ignore Yelu Hongji's words.
Yelu Hongji looked at Xiao Guanyin. As expected, he just smiled and didn't care. He continued to wander on the ground. After reading the entire memorial, he threw it into the huge heater, then sat back on his soft couch, a plump
The singer chuckled and crawled over like a cat to nestle at the emperor's feet. A pair of small white hands roamed back and forth on the emperor's legs, but the emperor's big hands had already penetrated her clothes...
Yelu Hongji, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and said to Xiao Guanyin, who was reading next to him: "Today, eight more guards died in the hands of Keribao. The ghost slave said that there was a white-haired wind outside and it was not suitable."
I know this when I go out to pursue Kelibao, but I am just lamenting that the bravery of our Daliao people is no longer what it once was.
If you kill one of me, you will be repaid a hundred times a thousand times. This is an ancestral system, and I did not propose it myself. Back then, our ancestor Chuilizhi (Yelü Abaoji) ran thousands of miles to attack and defeat the powerful Yelv Shilu tribe headed by Puguzhi. Then he continued non-stop.
When he successively surrendered Xiaohuang Shiwei, defeated the Yuewu, Wugu, and Liuxi tribes, and was hailed as "Azhu Shali" by the people of the country, Baimaofeng did not block his progress.
Nowadays, many of our tribesmen no longer know how to ride horses, and their fat buttocks are gradually growing, and their huge buttocks can only sit on chairs. The reason why I insist on the spring and winter endurance training is to allow their fat buttocks to fit into the saddle."
When the emperor said this, the veins on his forehead jumped, and the big hand on the singer's chest tightened involuntarily. The singer endured the pain and gritted his teeth without saying a word.
Xiao Guanyin sighed softly and said: "I know your painstaking efforts, but the Chinese people don't see it that way. They think that you like hunting and lead the army around all the year round. Not only do you waste your life and money, you can't be content with the official life, and even
Even our descendants have been affected.”
Yelu Hongji released his hand and waved his hand. As if he had received an amnesty, the singer crawled back to his seat and never dared to raise his head to look at the emperor again.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to be an imperial concubine. Our Jun'er is enough. What the Khitan people need now are tigers, not pigs. Have you heard about a tiger giving birth to eight or nine cubs in one litter?"
Xiao Guanyin covered her mouth and chuckled: "Has your dissatisfaction with the Emperor's uncle reached its peak now?"
"fed up!"
"The day before yesterday, you said that we would not see each other until we reach the underworld!"
"Zheng Zhuanggong only rules a country of thousands of chariots. The territory is less than 500 miles away. How can he compare with me? I have a land of thousands of miles in the Liao Dynasty and thousands of people in armor. I cannot withstand such turmoil. So I
I really want to cut through the mess quickly!”
Xiao Guanyin hugged Ye Hongji's head and placed his chin on top of his head and said: "Since the Emperor's uncle dares to aspire to be the leader of the Ghost Slave Army, his disobedience is clearly revealed. If your Majesty wants to do it, just do it. There is no need to think too much, Xiao
The clan is the descendant clan and also your Majesty’s important ministers. I will tell my grandfather and ask him to help you."
Yelu Hongji laughed and said: "There is no need to mobilize troops like this. When Luanhe Palace sees the emperor's uncle, everything will be revealed. Haha, even if I divide my troops, 30,000 tigers and leopards are enough for me to wipe out this thief. You know this
The world is my world, not his Yelu Chongyuan's world. The late emperor said something drunkenly when he was drunk, and he will never forget it all his life. It is time for him to die." (To be continued)