A group of cavalrymen holding red flags galloped past, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust.
Their chest protectors, saddles, saddle pads, quivers, belts, spears, shields and war clubs are all red. This is a personal guard of Timur Khan, patrolling the military camp. Soldiers, craftsmen, and merchants
When they saw it, they all gave way to them.
A white cavalry team was approaching, and all their equipment was white.
The two teams crossed each other, and the two cavalry leaders in chainmail raised their hands to salute each other. In this way, the two mighty teams rushed past, immediately bringing a sense of killing on the battlefield, but as they galloped
On both sides of the road we pass, there are numerous stalls.
This so-called road is composed of vendors' stalls. They spread a felt blanket on the ground, put food, saddles, iron tools, leather, medicinal materials... and started business. There was also a white cloth hanging on the roadside.
There was only a covered shed, inside which a barber was trimming the hair and beard of the warrior holding the helmet.
Solemnity and leisurely bustle are perfectly blended together.
When you are in it, your line of sight is bound to be blocked. If you look down from a high place, you will find that further to the left of the stall on the left is a large Turkish bath, a row of wooden structures, with steaming heat emitting from the windows.
People who have finished bathing are coming out and others are walking in.
Not far behind the vendors on the other side is a large, empty circular venue, where a circus troupe is performing bear and monkey tricks.
As your line of sight continues to rise, the scope will further expand. When you look down from the air like an eagle, you will find that all of this is just a small corner of the huge tent-style city. When it turns into a small black
When you click on it, you can't see the edge of the city, even an eagle's eyes can't see the end.
This is the Chinese army camp where Tamerlane was stationed in Zhenzhao, a moving city.
An Indian with a turban on his head sat cross-legged on a nail board and played a bamboo flute. Two king cobras spit out snake letters and danced in front of him. Although their fangs had been pulled out, seeing this scene
, the people next to him still kept a respectful distance from him, so the reward he received was very small, but this skinny artist didn't care, and still closed his eyes slightly and played his flute.
Compared with this Indian Asan, who is not very popular and whose income from performing arts can only fill his stomach, the circus next to him is very popular because the dance of two snakes is far less charming than the enchanting dance of two snakes.
The woman was scratching her head. They were a small group of entertainers who had just arrived at this military castle to pan for gold a few days ago.
The soldiers loved watching their performances. They not only knew a lot of juggling, magic, but also beautiful dances. The beautiful dances were performed by two women with voluptuous bodies, which could definitely attract the attention of all men.
According to the requirements of the teachings espoused by Timur Khan, adultery, prostitution, whoring, fornication, adultery and homosexuality are prohibited for all members of society, whether slaves or free persons, and are absolutely not allowed to engage in it or force others to engage in it.
Therefore, although I don't know whether this kind of behavior is secretly practiced in military camps that are not under Timur's direct control, no one dares to violate this rule here.
In the military camp, except under special circumstances with the permission of Timur Khan, alcoholic beverages are absolutely not allowed at other times, even for soldiers who believe in other religions. Gambling is also not allowed. Alcohol, sex, and gambling are not allowed.
, these things are not allowed, these strong and energetic soldiers can only find other fun after training.
Therefore, various performing art forms have a large market here and are extremely popular.
Within a few days of arriving here, this little circus was warmly welcomed by the soldiers. The art groups here all perform in various military camps. Everywhere they go, this little circus is the most popular
.
After the two dancers finished their performance, they retreated gracefully behind the curtain set up with a piece of tarpaulin. A bearded man with a white handkerchief on his head immediately performed a neat somersault in front of the spectators, holding a clown's nose and holding his hand.
He held a gong inside, made a "bang" sound, and then turned the gong over, turning it into a begging plate.
The coins thrown by the soldiers jingled on the gong. He bowed and laughed, and shouted in broken Turkic: "Ha! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for your reward, please don't go away,
Next, our little girl will also perform magical magic tricks for you!"
Among the crowd, there were a few people covered from head to toe with headscarves and robes, standing there quietly. Their faces were also covered with scarves, but from their graceful eyebrows and charming eyes, it could be seen that
A few women emerged. These women also held weapons in their hands. They whispered something to each other, then turned and left.
When one of the women turned around, she waved her hand, and a bunch of money flew up and landed accurately in the gong of the bearded man.
"Thank you, thank you..."
The bearded man thanked him in an exaggerated tone and bad language. At the same time, he grabbed handfuls of coins and hurriedly put them into his arms. If Ming'er, Zi Qi and the others were here, they probably wouldn't recognize this person.
With dark skin and a thick beard that covered almost half of his face, the acrobat who was constantly nodding and bowing to the audience was their husband Yang Xu.
Xia Xun glanced at the leaving female soldiers. Although they were wearing loose robes, a gust of wind blew their robes close to their bodies, revealing their beautiful figures. Xia Xun thought to himself: "These few
This female soldier is from Timur's tent. This place is not far from his central army tent. Unfortunately, it is so close. It is like being at the end of the world. If you want to get closer, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky."
Xia Xun sighed secretly and raised his voice: "Hey! The brilliant magic show is about to begin. Please enjoy it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a little girl wearing a robe and veil walked out from behind the curtain wearing a colorful magic carpet...
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There was a burst of cheers and applause from outside. Tang Saier's performance was warmly welcomed by everyone as soon as it started.
Before Xia Xun arrived here, he never thought that the military camp that was supposed to be solemn and well-disciplined could be like this. However, even though the military camp looked like a fully functional city, Xia Xun could feel the huge energy contained in it.
and orderly.
Perhaps, it is precisely because this military camp is as well-equipped as a city that such an army can fight thousands of miles away as if it were at home. However, in the Central Plains army, there is bound to be a lack of discipline because this has always been the case with their armies.
However, activities such as drinking, sex and gambling cannot be operated here due to religious prohibitions. Therefore, after a long period of running in, not only will they not have an impact on their military discipline, but they will become a useful supplement to the Timur Empire's expeditionary force.
Xia Xun returned to the back of the tent, immediately took off the clown's nose, threw it on a torn bag together with the gong, and sat down on the dirty rug.
Although it is said that learning from a dragon is like a dragon, and learning from a tiger like a tiger, Xia Xun has no lack of training in this area, and his pampered life in the past few years has not made him lose his airs, but he jumped on the edge of the field like a real entertainer.
It was quite tiring to dance and yell at the top of his lungs the few words he had learned that didn't make sense.
Chen Dong and Ye Anhui were already very skilled in wrestling. Under the guidance of Sehazhi, they quickly mastered the characteristics of Mongolian wrestling. Therefore, the two of them are now actors, with their backs bare.
, wearing a short skirt covered with various strips of cloth, wrestling like a Mongolian man. They came on the stage before Siren and Jeanne, and were resting at the moment.
Xilin and Jeanne specialize in performing dance and music, and are the mainstays of the entire circus. Their performances are the most popular among the soldiers, followed by Chen Dong and Ye An's wrestling. Tang Saier is good at magic, and she can come up with whatever she wants
A few gadgets are enough to make these idle soldiers shout interesting.
As for Liu Yujue... Xia Xun thought that he would be more useful than him, at least his somersaults were very good. But after arriving here, Liu Yujue soon found a performance project that suited him. He can play the flute, and he also
He can write, he can draw the bow left and right with both hands and write calligraphy at the same time.
Samarkand can now be said to be the most eclectic place in the world. It has concentrated many brilliant artists, craftsmen and literati, as well as engineers and scientists from Eurasia.
After the Yuan Dynasty was defeated in Mobei, many dignitaries of the Yuan Dynasty gave up and fled back to the Northern Yuan Dynasty in Mobei, and switched to Timur's command. These dignitaries who were loyal to the Yuan Dynasty were Mongolians and Han Chinese, and most of them had profound Sinology, so
Chinese characters are not uncommon in Samarkand.
Liu Yujue's Han appearance is too obvious, and the deliberate pretense only arouses suspicion. Anyway, this city-like military camp is mixed with people of various races from Asia, Europe, and Africa, including many Han people. This way, it is clearly shown that he is a Han person, pretending to be a down-and-out person.
Han literati, on the contrary, are safer.
Although these soldiers may not necessarily recognize Chinese characters, they are quite interested in one person writing with two hands at the same time, and writing two different lines of words at the same time. The boring life in the military camp makes them willing to find all kinds of fun, so Liu Yujue also became
An actor.
The three people sent by Harry Sultan who were proficient in many Central Asian languages were originally one of his close warriors. They were unsmiling and dull in expression. Such people had to stay in the background as handymen.
Therefore, in this circus, the auxiliary prince Yang Xuyang, who can speak human words to people, tell ghosts to ghosts, pretend to be dragons, and tigers, became the lowest status person. He was responsible for beating the gong.
He solicits customers, collects money by bowing, and is responsible for playing a clumsy clown for everyone's amusement during the downtime between the actors who come on and the actors who come off.
What? [baidu Jinyi Night Post Bar] And Sehazhi?
Sehazhi is a Mongolian, and the majority of Timur's army is composed of Mongols and Turks. Is there anyone more suitable than Sehazhi to come forward to deal with people?
So Sehaji naturally became the leader of the circus troupe.
Mr. Sai Da coughed and said in a long voice: "Xiao Xiazi..."
Xia Xun shuddered, jumped up quickly, and approached the old Buddha: "Master, please give me your orders!"
Mr. Sai Da said slowly and calmly: "You have to handle things with care. How can you fix this if it breaks?"
Not to mention, the back tent is ventilated everywhere, so it is easy for people to see it. Xia Xun can do this, and it is normal for Sae Hazhi, the boss, to see Guan Guan. Xilin and Jeanne watched with laughter, Xia Xun, little
He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, sir, you taught me a lesson!"
Then he said a few words to him in a low voice. After hearing this, Sehazhi's eyes flashed slightly, then he coughed and said: "I think the people here really like our troupe, so let's perform here for a few more days."
, Don't leave in a hurry." Xia Xun secretly praised him, Lao Sai looked rude, but there was a certain roughness in it, and he was originally worried that he didn't look like him.
After a while, Tang Saier performed a few tricks, and then Liu Yujue came on the stage. Liu Yujue had shaved off his beard and regained his handsome appearance. Among the people, his performance was not particularly popular, but he was somewhat popular.
Just watch it, it's better than nothing.
On the stage today, Liu Yujue, as usual, first played a piece of Dongxiao, which received a little applause. Liu Yujue did not take it seriously, and then performed calligraphy. For outsiders, the audience was interested in the fact that he could write two different lines of text at the same time, but he could distinguish them.
The skill of using both mind and heart, the applause is also for this.
After the performance was over, Liu Yujue smiled slightly, bowed and left the stage, but unexpectedly someone followed him backstage.
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"Hey, this is the backstage, who asked you to come in?"
As soon as he saw the man breaking into the back tent, a warrior named Zangfeng sent by Harry Sultan to cooperate with Xia Xun and others immediately dropped what he was doing and went up to him and shouted in Turkic language.
Xia Xun raised his head when he heard the sound and took a look at the person. He was about fifty years old, with shallow wrinkles on his face, three locks of long beard, and a clear face. He was wearing a Chinese-style blue cotton robe.
The man smiled, looked at Liu Yujue, and said in fluent Chinese: "I think this little brother is good at writing. In this place, compatriots who can speak fluent Chinese are considered rare.
It is even rarer for someone to write with such charm. I just wonder how the little brother, who is so talented, ended up in such a predicament?"
When this man spoke, not only did he speak in correct Chinese, but his tone of voice was extremely gentle and elegant, sounding as warm as the wind.
Xia Xun and Liu Yujue looked at each other and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. Liu Yujue bowed and saluted: "Old sir, my late-born surname is Bai, Bai Yuluo."
Guo Yixuan softly said "Ah", nodded and said: "The name is very elegant, and the appearance is good, but..., the little brother has a handsome character and a lot of knowledge, but now he has fallen into this situation. He is really a white jade covered with dust. Look,
This name is somewhat unlucky."
Liu Yujue said seriously: "Names are given by parents. How can children be picky and criticize themselves? The destiny of life is unpredictable. If it is because the name is unknown, it may not be!"
The man laughed, nodded and said, "I said something wrong, please don't blame me!"
Liu Yujue cupped his hands and said, "I haven't asked you your surname yet."
The man stroked his beard and said proudly: "My surname is Guo, Guo Yixuan! I am a descendant of Fenyang County in the Tang Dynasty!"