A group of Mongolian men of various ages rode horses to the front of the birch forest. It was already dark at this time. A group of Han men stood next to a bonfire. Several crossbows were filled with murderous intent, but they were not held by these people.
A Mongolian man in his thirties got off his horse and spread his hands to show the other party that he meant no harm.
Song Wen bowed his hand to the Mongolian man from a distance... "Welcome the owner of this Mongolian grassland to visit. I am Song Wen... a businessman from the Central Plains, here to get to know the most simple and enthusiastic owner of this land.
Let’s see if we can help each other get through this!”
The Mongolian man listened carefully to Song Wen's words, and some of the alertness and doubts on his face dissipated. Then he stroked his chest and saluted: "Welcome guests from far away. I am Daobala, the temporary leader of a group of wandering herdsmen..."
I came here to meet the brother of our hero, the leader of Dawura, I wonder if he is here?"
Daubala spoke Chinese well, and he must have been out of the grassland. Leaving this grassland to the east, you enter the jurisdiction of Nanjing City of the Liao Kingdom. Many Han people and the southern officials who manage the Han people live here.
Almost all the Mongolians and the Bohai people who are struggling to make a living can learn to speak Chinese.
Daruch walked out with a pale face and saluted the man... "I am Dawura's brother, Daruch of the Dawu family in Nadahai! How is my family doing now? My brother
How did you die?"
Daubala looked at Daruch's appearance carefully and sighed... "Immortality in the sky, the family of leader Dawulan can rely on! You are really the brother of leader Dawula, yours
The appearance is exactly the same..."
"My family...who is left?"
"A large group of routed soldiers and horse bandits were raging on the north and east coasts of the Nada Sea, killing many, many people... Your old man did not escape. The leader of Dawu La led dozens of prairie heroes to the Nada Pass to stop the horse bandits.
Bandits, all of them were killed... The horse bandits burned felt bags, killed old people and children, raped women, and stole everything along the way! Dawura's wife took her children and your sister and escaped along the Dead Valley on horseback. Now they are with
Some helpless women and children hide in the black soil forest and suffer from hunger."
"Ah? Mohan Orchid is still alive...my little sister, Najib is still alive...I want to see them, take me to see them!"
Daruch roared with red eyes, walked over, grabbed the Mongolian man's shoulders and roared: "Take me to see them! And... where are the group of horse bandits who killed the Mongolians?"
Song Wen frowned... Daobala, the leader of the wandering Mongolian herdsmen who can speak Chinese, seems to be not simple. He can make Daruch almost lose his mind with just a few words without talking to him too much. This man is very thoughtful.
Delicate?
Song Wen came over, greeted the Mongolian man again, and then waved to An Chun to send two guards from the Qingshan Camp to follow Daruch to the black soil forest to pick up his relatives...
The dozens of Mongolian men in the distance seemed to understand the origin of Song Wen and the identity of Daruch. They all dismounted and sat together to rest while staring at the movement here from a distance.
The two Mongolian youths who were specially scouting around also came over, and the two of them galloped towards the location of the old black earth forest with the anxious Daruchi horses.
Song Wenzheng stretched out his hand to Daubala, the Mongolian man in front of him... "My friend, can we go to the campfire and have a good chat?"
Daubala smiled and replied: "The master and friend of our brother Daruch is the friend of our grassland people! This is my honor..."
Song Wen laughed and said: "I came from the market, so I only have brothers in my life... I have never had any slaves or servants. You will learn about it from Daruch in the future..."
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The black soil forest is huge, with almost no grass growing in it. At night, the howling wind blows through the crisscrossing ditches and mountains, making sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling. It has always been an ominous place that shepherds have stayed away from.
Mohan Orchid is actually called Lanhua. Mongolians don’t have serious surnames now. The name is meant to express that the girl named Lanhua is the daughter of the old Mohan family.
Orchid struggled to nail the rope to the ground. The tent was in tatters and could no longer withstand the strong wind. The two children were still shivering in the tent, and there was no food left at home.
My sister-in-law is not yet married, but her family has suffered such a disaster... My father-in-law and mother-in-law are probably killed now. Those damn horse bandits... and damn Daruch.
He got up and left, following those damn Khitans... and never came back again!
Sister-in-law Najib walked out weakly. She had a fever, but she only drank a little bit of mare's milk. The little food she had was left to her niece and nephew...
"Najib, go back and lie down!"
"Sister-in-law Lanhua, should we still escape to the west?"
"There is no way to escape. Further to the west is the felt bag where the Klei tribe herds slaves. Those people are as vicious as the horse bandits. They are all animals. We cannot fall into their hands."
"But we can't herd horses here, and we can't get cattle and sheep... We will starve to death."
Mohan Lanhua tried his best to tie the cow hair rope that tied the tent tightly, then sat on the ground and said: "Bite your teeth and wait. I hope those useless Khitans will drive away the horse bandits on the grassland. Those are things they have no control over."
The deserters they used are the sins they left behind... When the time comes, we will go back to the Nada Sea to graze."
Two women were sitting next to each other on the tattered felt at the entrance of the tent. The moon was rising, and their stomachs were growling... The children in the tent were sleeping soundly, and sometimes the two of them would secretly cry outside.
Don't let the poor kids see it.
But now neither of them had the strength to cry, they just stared at the beach next door illuminated by the moonlight.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance.
Sister-in-law Naji was still a little scared and struggled to hide in the tent. Mohan Orchid quietly grabbed the dagger hidden under her skirt... It was given to her by her dead husband Dawu La, a dull and taciturn guy... Da
The yak Lu Chi even knew how to give him an antlers and comb, but he actually gave him a dagger!
I can't escape, I can't escape... If it's those bandits, I will wait here! When they pounce on me and lift my skirt, I will stab a dog to death... It can also be regarded as a stabbing for Dawugou.
Father-in-law and mother-in-law took revenge!
Just die...
Mohan Lanhua sat on the ground blankly, looking straight at a horse running at the front, followed by several war horses far behind. The group of people didn't even use torches, they were in a hurry as if they were looking for something.
people.
"Orchid...Mohan Orchid! I am Daruchi...Lanhua...where are you?"
Mohan Lanhua shook his head... Did he starve to death? Why did he think of Daruch's yak? Did he go to war with the Khitan people? Fight the Bohai pirates, fight the Han people... Now he should go to fight with the Jurchens Is there a war? I heard that the Jurchens are very powerful, and the Khitans are no match! I don’t know if Daruchi’s yak can come back alive from the battlefield...
There were several tattered tents next to the slope in the distance. When I heard cavalry running towards me, there was a panic sound coming from the tents. Several young women actually got out of the tents with weapons in hand, desperately but fiercely preparing to fight. The enemy is desperate!
The war horses rushed into the open space, and the man on the horse shouted anxiously in Mongolian... "Mohan Lanhua, Naji! I am Daruch... I am your brother, and I am back to save you! Where are you? I am Daruch!"
Hearing the familiar Mongolian language, the women around them felt relieved a little... A figure rushed out of the tent and looked across anxiously.
"Brother Daruch! Brother... is that you? I'm little Najib! Is that brother?"