The girls of the Mohan family were the most beautiful, and old Mohan gave birth to three beautiful girls... The two yak of the Dao family were like bees smelling nectar, thinking about the daughters of the old Mohan family all day long.
It's a pity that the most beautiful eldest daughter and second daughter were all spotted by the Khitan masters... The Khitan masters threw down a large bag of salt, a bunch of copper coins, and some cloth, and took away old Mohan's house with a group of guards.
Two most beautiful daughters.
Old Mohan and his wife knelt on the ground and cried for a long time. Finally, Old Mohan comforted his wife... "They are lucky to be able to serve the Khitan master... In the future, they will have a big house to live in, and they will have good food and clothing..."
...If you have a status in the future, you might be able to come back to the grassland to see us..."
The youngest girl, Mo Lanhua, bit her lip and kicked over the sack. The white salt scattered on the floor. The red-cheeked Mo Lanhua cursed: "Those damn... I would rather die than let them rape me."
Bought and used like livestock! I would rather die..."
Daruch suddenly woke up from his dream, his forehead covered with sweat.
The campground was quiet. The big-eyed girl was wrapped in a sleeping bag and slept soundly. She curled up next to Song Wen, who also fell asleep with his cloak on. His body was exhausted from traveling for days.
An Chun was taking a nap next to the fire, probably preparing to change the night watch guard's shift. The bright moon's snoring under the big tree trunk where the horse was tied seemed to never stop.
Daruch was about to get up to get the kettle, but suddenly his movements became sluggish. Then he yawned, picked up the kettle, took a few sips of wine, then staggeredly picked up his cloak and walked behind the bushes.
As the night grew darker, two black figures sneaked up on the grass and slowly hid behind a big rock.
"Who is he? Can you see clearly?"
"It's a Khitan! He doesn't have any luggage. He should be going to Daohui and Nadahai to harvest grass and grain or collect troops and horses..."
"Isn't it the defeated army who is fleeing?"
"It doesn't look like...who is it?"
A big hand grabbed the hair of a dark figure and pressed him hard against the stone. Just as the other person was about to draw his knife, he saw a sharp blade pointed straight at his throat...
"Which tribe are you two from? Dare you spy on the Khitan camp...are you tired of living?"
Daruch spoke Mongolian, because he determined that the two guys snooping into the camp were the Mongols on the Nadahai grassland!
The grassland man who was pointed at the throat looked at Daruch carefully, but the grassland man who was suppressed in embarrassment cursed: "Are you a grassland man too? You Khitan dog, you came back with the Khitan people to abuse your brothers and sisters..."
Another person scolded in a low voice: "Shut up! Ba Chi Le... This friend, we are the avengers of the Jiqixi tribe on the north shore of the Nada Sea... Several groups of broken soldiers from the east arrived fearing that the Khitan nobles would pursue them.
In the grassland, they burned, killed and looted without hesitation. They killed every one of them in many felt bags... The lucky people fled to the north to find the nobles with golden blood. Those of us stayed here and wanted to take revenge... Since you are on the grassland
Brothers, you should help us."
Daruch frowned: "What kind of rout? Those lustful people?"
"There are all kinds of people, including those with colored eyes, the remnants of the Khitan army, and the Mongolian scum..."
Daruch sighed, and pushed the person he was suppressing to the opposite side. The saber in his right hand was still pointing at the two people and whispered: "Let's go... There are no defeated troops attacking the north shore of the Nada Sea, only Nanjing."
The cavalry team of the City Remaining Guard Division...and the Song Dynasty's caravan...have no enemies of yours."
Under the moonlight, the two Mongolian youths slowly and cautiously took a few steps back. The younger one spat harshly to himself... "Bah, you are a traitor to the grassland people... You are also a traitor to the Khitan people."
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Daruchi sat on the stone and looked at the two grassland boys quietly, grinning and saying: "When I was your age, my father sold me three horses and ten packets of salt to a Khitan nobleman as a guard! I like it best.
The girl married my brother... I did make dogs for the Khitans. I killed the Bohai people, the Semu people, the Jurchens and the Koreans... but my knife has never been contaminated by the Mongols.
Blood. Go away, my current boss is the smartest Han Chinese...I came back to the grassland not to kill, but to bring wealth and opportunities to the grassland! There are no enemies of the grassland people here...Don't come back again!"
The two grassland youths looked at each other, and the younger one still whispered: "All Khitans are enemies of the Mongols..."
Daruch frowned: "I am now employed by the Han people of the Song Dynasty. You are free to kill the Khitans if you want, but if you dare to attack our camp, you are our enemy..."
The thickened hand-guarded saber was gently placed on the boulder, and the cold light flickered, showing the terrifying lethality of the saber.
"The Khitans have bows and arrows, and we also have powerful crossbows... I advise you, don't come looking for death if you don't have three hundred cavalry!"
The older young man asked in a low voice: "Han people, Han people have not been to the grassland for many, many years, and they were beaten so hard by the Khitans that they couldn't hold their heads up, so do the Han people also obey the orders of the Khitans now?"
Daruch shook his head: "The Khitans have not conquered the Song Dynasty yet. My boss is a Han and a friend of the Khitan nobles, but he is not an enemy of the Mongols? He is a businessman!"
The two young men opposite looked at each other, as if searching in their minds what the businessman meant...whether they were enemies or not.
Daruchi waved his hand: "Let's go, leave here immediately... The Khitan centurion leading the team is not a waste. If you dare to attack the camp, you will give him an excuse to raise a butcher's knife against the south bank of the Nada Sea! They are just
Those who came to levy horses... five hundred horses, and if you pay the full amount, you can offset three years of taxes!"
The two young men opposite fell silent. The older young man put his right hand on his chest and saluted... "We are rude. We will go back and report to our leader. Can I know your name?"
"Daruch..."
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The two young men escaped into a bush under the moonlight, and then saw two horses rushing out of the bush to the north and quickly disappearing from a distance.
Daruch sighed, put away his saber and walked back along the path. When he turned around the bushes, he found An Chun standing next to the camp and looking at him quietly. There were also a few people sitting by the campfire. Song Wen looked calm.
The big-eyed girl was still sleeping soundly behind him, and Ming Yue had come behind Song Wen at some point and seemed to be dozing off.
Xiao Teng, a centurion of the Khitan cavalry, said to Daruch with a cold face: "Did you let the enemy go?"
Several Khitan cavalrymen behind him also looked at Daruch coldly.
Daruch shook his head, sat next to the fire and gently put down his saber... "There are no enemies, just a few silly boys who are bent on revenge. Their home is in the north of the Nada Sea, and was attacked by some Semu and Khitan deserters.
Destroyed... When they see our camp and our troops, they will not come to die. In addition, I told them the news that we need to requisition five hundred military horses. They will pass this news to their leader after they return.
I will agree."
Xiao Teng frowned and said: "They were defeated and harassed? Where were the defeated soldiers? The east side of Zhongjing City has not yet decided the winner, so there is no way..."
Song Wen said calmly: "I'm afraid the war between Daliao and Jurchens on the east side of Zhongjing City has ended early..."
Xiao Teng was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.