An Chun didn't want to be a light bulb and ran away long ago, but Daruchi didn't have the eyesight and walked over with a sullen expression.
Ever since Song Wen unconditionally helped the Nadahai herdsmen to resist the horse bandits, Daruch's respect for Song Wen has grown day by day, and after meeting him, he always first performs the Mongolian breast-stroking ceremony.
"Mr. Lang!"
"Lao Da, what's the matter? But the wounded man is not well?"
"No, I drank some strong wine and fell asleep talking nonsense... Lang Jun, more than a hundred scattered herdsmen came to gather. Now there are more than 500 people in the camp... So many people need to survive and eat.
It has become a problem! But we only have more than 120 men who can ride horses and wield swords to fight... If this continues, I am afraid that we will starve to death before the horse bandits come over!"
"Any news about the person who brought the salt and kelp to the Kled tribe to negotiate a deal?"
"The nearest Kelebu pasture is seven to eight hundred miles away... A round trip takes at least half a month! But we only have enough cattle, sheep and food for less than ten days..."
Song Wen thought about it and finally said helplessly: "Since you don't want to ask the Khitan people for help to lure the wolf into the house, there is only one way!"
Daruchi looked at Song Wen firmly: "I obey Lang Jun's instructions!"
"Gather a group of war horses and ask my people to take Little Marquis's gold medal to the Khitan military camp to exchange for food. Then I will find a way to bypass the Khitan checkpoints and send a caravan over to directly support the Nadahai grassland!"
"No, the war horses have to be kept for our knights to protect the grassland. The Khitans can't count on them! The extra war horses have to be brought back to the Song Dynasty for Lang Jun to train the cavalry... We can't take advantage of the Khitans!"
Song Wen felt warm in his heart... If he treats each other sincerely, Daruch and these Mongolian herdsmen will naturally also like him. This step is considered the right one for him!
The two of them checked it out again. Song Wen didn't even know when the little girl left, and she even got a robe on herself.
Daruchi smiled... "Lang Jun, the eldest lady is a good girl! Although she is not the delicate lady of the Song Dynasty, she still has a kind heart and a good character! This is the grassland, Lang Jun does not need to be rigid.
Those bird rituals..."
Song Wen looked at Daruch sideways... "I don't stick to etiquette, am I the same as you?"
Daruch suddenly turned red...
Whether to stabilize this new tribe first or to fight a decisive battle with several groups of horse bandits first, Song Wen chose to stabilize the tribe first and strengthen his team.
After all, the news has been spread throughout the prairie... Daubala is now willing to recommend Daruch as the tribal leader. After all, Daruch's brother Dawuala is to protect the Nadahai grassland and the large group of horse bandits.
Heroes who died in battle.
The most important thing is that Daruch is well-informed and highly skilled in martial arts, and behind him is Song Wen, an old master with great supernatural powers, benevolence, justice and mercy who can rely on him. The grassland people are not stupid either. The Khitan people only want to suppress and exploit their herdsmen...
But this is different for the rich and capable Song people. After all, they can't come to occupy territory on the grassland, can they?
An Chun set out reluctantly with two guards. He had no choice... Those who go to see the Khitan commander must have some identity and status, and they must be calm. After all, this is something that is taboo...
...Now the Mongols are considered vassals of the Liao Kingdom. Do they need you, a Song person, to worry about their own vassal subjects?
So An Chun's task is actually quite arduous. It depends on whether the commander-in-chief Yelu Daye will give Song Wen face. I guess with Brother Yelushan's scheming methods, he may have been prepared for this kind of thing.
Let’s see how Brother Yelushan and Xiaohou Ye set the price.
The Modong grassland in summer is very beautiful, and there are not many mosquitoes. The sky has darkened slightly. Song Wen sat on a hillside next to the camp and watched the busy herders in the camp wrapping felt and repairing fences, carefully tending to them.
Not many cattle, sheep and horses.
The little girl led a group of half-grown girls to dig wild vegetables, and then happily ran to the small sea to clean them.
There were also a few young men galloping back from a distance on their horses triumphantly, with hunted hares and lassoed otters hanging beside their saddles.
There are many wild wolves, eagles and vultures on the grasslands now, so the otter is not as overpopulated as it was in the past. The round otter has thick fat on its body, which can be used to make a good ointment for burns and scalds.
The roasted sizzling and oily otter meat is also very delicious, at least Song Wen thinks it is much fatter than the skinny wild rabbit meat.
Looking at this camp that had suffered heavy losses but was already full of vitality, Song Wen felt a little relieved... It was too difficult for him alone to resist the general trend of the entire north with his own strength. The Khitans of the Liao Kingdom had already left.
The end is near, and the rise of the Dajin Jurchens has become unstoppable... What I have to do is to tenaciously lead these brothers to survive in this war hell, and then look for opportunities to break the situation!
Winning over all those who have a common goal, and taking advantage of the opportunity to participate in this great war... Maybe I really have a chance to save the Chinese people in the northern part of the Song Dynasty, and maybe I can really avoid the fate that destroyed a nation when the Southern Song Dynasty collapsed.
The ultimate disaster. Now that you are here, why not try to change this ending?
A few shy teenagers caressed Song Wen's chest from a distance and saluted, and then gave the few otters they had beaten to the Qingshan Camp soldiers who were guarding Song Wen from a distance. This was the expression of these simple teenagers to Song Wen.
of respect.
They respected this Han gentleman who selflessly helped them, the Mongolian herdsmen, and respected these Han friends who were willing to fight bloody horse bandits for them!
The sky was getting dark, and he and Daruch arranged the camp sentries and scouts. Song Wen came to the center of the camp and prepared to eat with everyone.
A roasted and fragrant otter was brought over by Mohan Orchid. The little girl had already chewed it until her mouth was full of oil... Song Wen smiled, tore off the thigh of an otter and bit it in his mouth, and then put the rest into his mouth.
I tore up the roasted otter and gave it to several little kids.
The few horse breasts were left for the injured and sick shepherds, and most of the remaining people drank vegetable porridge made of sheep bone soup mixed with corn and wild vegetables from wooden bowls.
Daobala took a big sip of vegetable porridge with salt and kelp, and said to Song Wen apologetically: "I have wronged you... When our Nadahai tribe recovers, we will treat you to the fattest lamb."
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Song Wen also took a big sip from the wooden bowl... and said with a smile: "It will be alright. The Golden Blood Family in Mobei is also a real hero! If the Khitan people let the horse bandit rebels continue to destroy the grassland, it is estimated that the Golden Blood Family will gather together
The prairie cavalry went south to protect the prairie."
Daruch frowned and shook his head... "The Klei tribe is still watching the fun. The Golden Blood family has had serious internal strife over the years, and it is impossible to choose a real Mongolian Khan... I am afraid it will be difficult to reconcile with the Khitan people.
bargain."
Song Wen nodded: "I'm afraid that the Khitans can ignore it for the time being, but I'm afraid that the Jurchens are coming... These people, who are more barbaric and greedy than the Khitans, once they replace the Khitans and dominate the north, the life of the grassland people is afraid."