After the commotion subsided, Song Wen's guess was correct. How could the Third Prince Yelushan let his brother attack Song Wen? A group of Khitan cavalry sat on the ground with blank eyes, looking at a dozen of the Third Prince's confidants holding gold medals from the palace.
Xiao Teng and about twenty of the prince's men were tied up with ropes.
The big-eyed girl had already woken up, and she shrank behind Song Wen with some fear as she watched the scene happening in the Khitan camp in the distance.
"Brother Wen, that Xiao Teng guy is pretty good...will he be killed?"
Song Wen sighed slightly... "It should be so. The Khitan people still have a violent nature... The young marquis has not yet fallen out with his elder brother, and he will not tolerate the existence of a traitor like Xiao Teng. So Xiao Teng
Teng must die... If the remaining Khitan cavalry hesitates, they may all die!"
"So pitiful..." The big-eyed girl curled her lips...
Song Wen smiled: "This is the path they chose themselves, what's so pitiful? If they succeed, the young marquis' team will be quickly dismissed... We will also be captured by the eldest prince and the second son as slaves
handle!"
The little girl wondered: "The Third Prince still treats you as a distinguished guest. Why do they look down on you?"
Song Wen clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the newborn sun and saying, "Because they are ignorant, because they are short-sighted! Because they can't see how big a future I, Song Wen, and my brothers will have in the future..."
An Chun came over and cupped his hands and said: "Lang Jun, we are ready... We can set off at any time!"
Song Wen nodded: "Get ready, we will set off as soon as the young marquis' people arrive!"
"Yes, Langjun!"
After a while, another cavalry group of about 300 people came galloping over, led by Yelu Daye, the confidant of Young Marquis Yelu Shange.
Yelu Daye quickly stabilized the already panicked team, and then came to see Song Wen in person.
"I've met Mr. Song! Several traitors in the house who had different intentions caused a rebellion, which frightened Mr. Song..."
"Sir Qianhu, you are too polite. I still have some ability to protect myself... Now I am afraid that the young marquis and his subordinates need to be rectified. If that is the case, then I will take these people and go to the grassland by myself, right?"
Yelu Daye frowned: "Does Langjun Song not trust me to wait? The Northland is too chaotic now. Langjun Song may be in danger if he leaves us..."
Song Wen shook his head: "Master Qianhu, I am afraid that the young Marquis has also confessed that my trip has no specific purpose, it is just for traveling... Since the young Marquis has some troubles to deal with, why should I go with him all the way? Qian Hu.
Don’t worry, if there is danger, we will retreat as soon as possible, and then seek help from the nearest Daliao officers and soldiers... After all, the royal gold medal lent to me by the young marquis is a very noble certificate!"
Yelu Daye sighed: "The young Marquis has indeed confessed that what Song Langjun did is absolutely unreasonable. It can be inferred that if Langjun insists on traveling on the grassland by himself, let him go. But... the north of the grassland is really in chaos now.
Mr. Song, you should think twice before you act!"
Song Wen cupped his hands and smiled and said: "Thank you, Mr. Qianhu, for your kindness. Let's travel on our own! After all, there are experts from the grasslands around me. If there is danger, I will avoid it in advance."
Yelu Daye frowned... "You mean, Daruch? Well, it would be good for Mr. Song to listen to his opinion more. Then Mr. Song, take care of yourself all the way. The young marquis hopes to see Song in Nanjing as soon as possible.
Lang Jun returns safely."
Song Wen cupped his hands and said, "Master Qianhu, I'll take my leave now..."
Song Wen'an, Chunda Luchi, plus Mingyue and the little girl, and six of the most skilled Qingshan Camp guards, a total of eleven people and more than twenty horses slowly set out on the road... The big-eyed girl was still going on.
Looking back, she didn't know what she was worried about.
Just when Song Wen was about to urge Daruch, who was leading the team in front, to hurry up, suddenly there was a faint sound of scolding and wailing from the Khitan camp far behind him, followed immediately by a burst of screams...
The little girl was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and remained silent.
Song Wen knew that this was the Khitan people purging the evil spirits, and Xiao Teng and a dozen of his subordinates were afraid that none of them would survive.
Song Wen sighed and urged his horse to come to the side of the big-eyed girl. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that the big-eyed girl seemed to have forgotten her sadness. Then she looked up at Song Wen and asked: "Brother Wen, Xiao Teng looks like he is good at martial arts... you
How did you defeat him? I remember that your martial arts skills were very average back then?"
Song Wen coughed and pretended to be profound and replied: "Don't you know that we will treat each other with admiration after three days of separation? In addition... I was thinking about how to get to know a few heroes at sea and go for a walk on the sea with you.
Isn't it just right? Besides...I have always cared for women and refused to hurt girls. If you don't believe me, go to Bianliang and ask, which of the poor women in Bianliang doesn't miss me?"
An Chun agreed on the side, Mingyue couldn't understand, and Daruch, who was leading the way, felt disgusted.
The group of people quickly turned north along a valley, and then continued walking west until they stopped to rest next to a small birch forest in the evening.
Daruch rode his horse around the birch forest, then returned to the small camp and said to Song Wen: "There were originally several families of herdsmen here, and I saw their camp...the ashes were all wiped away.
I'm afraid they've been gone for a long time. It seems that the Khitan people have raided them very seriously in the past few years, and the grassland people's life is probably becoming more and more difficult."
Song Wen nodded: "I'm afraid there will be chaos in the future. The Mongols can only avoid the Khitans and Jurchens by hiding further north... If the Kled people still occupy the central part of the grassland, it is very likely that they will
They will be trapped by the defeated Khitans, and their status as the overlord of the grassland will be lost."
Daruch frowned and asked: "Are you so unfavorable to the Khitan Kingdom of Daliao? You must know that Daliao still has an armored army of more than 300,000 people! Most of them are cavalry, even if the Pishi army is not what it used to be.
Although they are famous, they also have the Liao Emperor's palace branch army, and the personal troops of the royal family and nobles should not be underestimated... No matter how powerful the Jurchens are, they can't raise an army of 100,000 even if they are fully prepared!"
Song Wen smiled: "If the number of people can determine the outcome, the Song Dynasty would have already sent out two million troops to flatten the entire northern Xinjiang, right?"
Daruch smiled bitterly... "Then why do you have to come to the grassland? It stands to reason... Since you have long been optimistic that the Jurchens will have the last laugh, why don't you contact them in advance? Nowadays, the Jurchens are both lacking
We are short of food, weapons, weapons and food, so we should build relationships early... When the Jurchens gain power, the superiors will also grant you a title and enjoy high official status and generous salaries, right?"
Song Wen curled his lips and said, "Who do you think I am? What I despise the most in my life is a person who only knows how to burn, kill, loot, destroy civilization and ruin the people... Even you are included, if you only know how to kill, arson, and steal things.
, they are all enemies of me, Song Wen!"
Daruch was stunned for a long time, and finally looked at Song Wen's back and muttered: "Speaking of justice... Isn't it just that whoever dares to take the idea of Song Dynasty will be your enemy? And..."
Two black figures once again appeared outside Song Wen's small camp, but this time they were much more cautious, quietly watching the activities on the other side of the camp from a distance of a full mile.
"Brother, are these people Khitan people?"
"No! It's very strange. The way they set up camp looks like we Mongolians...could it be the Han people following the Khitan cavalry?"
"You mean the owner of the Mongolian man, the businessman from the Song Dynasty? No way? Are the Han people so courageous?"