Mohan Orchid was in a daze...and watched helplessly as her sister-in-law Naji rushed out of the tent like crazy, crying and running towards the running figure!
The voice was a little familiar, but familiar yet a little different... Daruch, who was Daruch? He was the first Mongolian man I liked... a young yakniu, but he married his brother!
My father could no longer support the family, and he was afraid that he and his brother would have conflicts because of him... so he collected salt and grain and gave him to the Khitan nobles as a guard!
The story that happened in the reed swamp that afternoon suddenly echoed in Mohan Orchid's heart... That rude yak! He just left the Nadahai grassland and never came back...
Daruch grabbed the little girl he hadn't seen in more than ten years. Her round face was red and her eyebrows could be recognized... It was his little sister, Naji!
"Brother, why did you come back... My eldest brother is dead, and my father and Eji are also dead... My sister-in-law and I are the only ones left. We have nothing to eat and nothing! There are no cattle and sheep, and there is no Lele cart.
The baby only ate a little in one day. My sister-in-law and I couldn't hold it any longer..."
Daruch wiped away her tears and asked: "Eldest brother has left any children? How many?"
"Two, a boy and a girl! The boy's name is Batuk, the girl's name is Elgi..."
Daruch whispered... "I came back with the nobles from the Song Kingdom. I won't leave... I will stay in the Nadahai Grassland in the future. They will leave us food, gold, silver, weapons and medicinal materials. We will have
Have a good life!”
Mohan Lanhua stared blankly at the man walking over with his sister-in-law Najib. Najib said something to her...but she couldn't hear a word. Only the guilty and distressed man in front of her squatted.
He stood in front of himself, reaching out his hand as if he wanted to hug himself...
"Well……"
Mohan Lanhua suddenly pulled out the dagger and stabbed it. The man raised his hand and grasped the blade. Blood trickled down... The man's tears flowed down and he hugged himself.
The huge pressure, fear and despair were released instantly. Mohan Lanhua hugged the majestic man and howled silently... Dawu stabbed him to death without even leaving a body! His father-in-law and mother-in-law were dead. According to the child,
Batu Le... My Lele cart and the old man on it were burnt to char by horse bandits and eaten by crows and wild wolves.
This yakniu is actually back, why didn’t he come back earlier!
The wailing of Mohan Orchid echoed in the black soil forest...but there seemed to be a trace of relief in this sad wailing.
Najib woke up the two children, tore open a bag of dry food and dried meat and stuffed it into the children's mouths...
"Eat quickly...eat quickly! You are lucky, your uncle Daruch is back, and you don't have to go hungry anymore..."
As soon as the two children saw the food, they pounced on it like wolves and chewed it desperately. Little Batuk looked at the man outside the tent who was holding his mother and crying, and asked: "Is it Uncle Daruch? Nadahai is the best in martial arts.
The hunter, the famous eagle on the grassland?"
"Yes, not only do we want to live well, we also want to take revenge on those damn rebels and bandits!"
Bartuk bit into the beef jerky and nodded...
~~~~~~
At noon the next day, Daobala led a group of young Han men and women on horseback to the Black Earth Forest, which was the most secluded hiding place for the fleeing herdsmen for hundreds of miles nearby. Everyone crawled out of the tattered forest with hope.
He stood in the tent and stared blankly at Daubala and these strangers.
The news of Daruch's return had long spread throughout the Black Earth Forest. Dozens of nearby elderly, weak, women, and children all moved silently around Mohan Lanhua's tent. These people did not dare to disturb Daruch, but just watched silently, from a distance.
watching.
Daruch gave them several bags of dry food on his horse and told them... He had brought Han nobles who would respect the prairie people and trade fairly with them!
This man will help the Mongols in Nadahai survive this most difficult moment.
Fifty or sixty old, weak, women and children, plus more than thirty Mongolian men led by Daobala, are the only herdsmen left in the Nadahai grassland.
Song Wen sighed...a bit miserable.
Daubala brought back some food, and Song Wen also brought out half of the dry food to support the herdsmen. The little girl bit her lip and helped distribute the food. Daruch came over and knelt down on one knee to Song Wen...
"Mr. Lang, Daruchi begs you to save the Mongols in Nadahai... Our people can't come over. I beg you, Mr. Lang, to ask the young marquis to send troops to sweep away the rebel horse bandits of the Khitan and Semu people!"
Song Wen pulled up Daruch and sighed... "We brothers don't need to be like this, I will try my best to help you... However, Brother Daobala and I both believe that these defeated troops and horse bandits might be the Khitan people's intention."
They were put on the grassland. The battle between the Khitans and the Jurchens is now fierce... They don't care about monitoring and suppressing the Mongols and all the Tatars, so the grassland is divided and even endlessly harassed by horse bandits. It is very likely that the Khitans
The results people want to see..."
Daru's eyes were red and he cursed: "None of these damn Khitan Jurchens...takes the life of the Mongols as human life!"
Sure enough, the Mongols' hatred for the Jin and Liao people was a long-established curse. Once the grassland peoples seize the opportunity to rise, these hatreds will turn into mountains of corpses and seas of blood, bringing disaster to the Jurchen dynasty.
…
The Mongols' methods of overthrowing the Jin Dynasty were extremely ruthless, with massacres and destruction everywhere, until they drove the remaining Jurchens back to the northeast and further north into the dense forests of the White Mountains and Black Waters to become savages.
There is no trace of Jurchens left in the entire northern part of the Central Plains!
As for the Xiliao established by the escaped Khitans, it was crushed to pieces...even the remaining Khitans were driven to the north of West Asia, and finally disappeared completely.
Liao and Jin, the two life-and-death enemies of the Song Dynasty, plus the Xixia Kingdom that rebelled against the Song Dynasty... were all killed by the Mongols in the end, and then the split steppe cavalry went south and destroyed the Central Plains Dynasty in the South China Sea.
coast!
There is no need to think about the pain of the whole process, but the devastating blow to the entire Central Plains civilization is extremely terrifying...
This process may take many years, but Song Wen doesn't want to see this happen again!
In the evening, dozens more herdsmen arrived one after another on horseback and in vehicles to camp in the black soil forest. After gaining a little hope, the unity and tenacity of the grassland people began to show.
A somewhat decent camp was built, but the food and supplies brought by Song Wen were rapidly decreasing.
Asking for help from the Little Marquis's cavalry... seems to be imminent, but Song Wen, Daruch and Daubala all know that once the Little Marquis's Khitan cavalry sweeps the Nada Sea, these Mongols will probably have to
I am willing to be the slave of the young marquis.
Song Wen was thinking about whether to join these Mongolian men and directly fight against the horse bandits who were roaming the Nada Sea?
How many are these horse bandits? How are their weapons and equipment? Is there anyone secretly supporting them?
Late at night, Daruch returned to his family's tent and brought food and dried meat to the two children.
Naji and his two nieces and nephews were wiping Daruchi's leather armor, while Mohan Lanhua was in the small tent at the back collecting the beaten otters and dug wild vegetables...
"My sister-in-law hasn't spoken for a day. Brother... why don't you go and see her?"
Daruch was stunned for a moment and nodded silently.
The back tent was very small, filled with the smell of blood... Several otters had their fur plucked out and hung on wooden shelves. Mohan Orchid picked up a pile of hay and wiped the blood on her hands.
Daruch opened the broken door curtain and walked in. He looked at the woman and said, "Don't work too hard... I will feed you from now on. Tomorrow we will go out to look for traces of those damn horse bandits! The animals that were taken away by them must be snatched back."
, those guys must die... We have to take revenge ourselves! Don't let the Khitans come over and fight with Xini..."
Mohan Lanhua was stunned for a moment, and her mind seemed to picture the scene where her husband Dawu La and a group of Nadahai men died in battle at the mountain pass...
"Are we going to fight again? Are you going to die?"
Mohan Lanhua asked tremblingly.
Daruch was stunned for a moment and shook his head... "I don't know, but I will try my best to survive... the days to come will be better and better!"