Chapter 86: Golden Ge Iron Horse Practicing Yan Ran (2)
"Hey, boy who prevents fortune-telling, we come with friendship, not enemies."
Momoxi guessed right. There was a voice coming from the grass there, and the Tatar language was very blunt, as if it was pieced together word by word.
Could it be people from the Mongolian tribes in the north? Momoxi did not put down his bow and arrow and continued to aim there.
"Young man, please believe in our sincerity. If we were enemies, you would have died long ago."
Momoxi believed it.
The enemy could sneak up so close. If he had malicious intentions, he would have been shot over as a target just now while riding a horse and standing so high.
Momoxi put down his bow and arrow, and four people stood up in the grass.
Seeing their costumes, Momoxi realized why he hadn't noticed them.
These guys were wearing very strange clothes. The clothes were light green, with fresh grass hanging above and below them. Even an eagle with the best eyesight would be hard-pressed to spot them when lying down in the grass.
Momoxi saw that they were equipped with steel knives, bows and arrows, and he really felt their goodwill and asked respectfully: "Distinguished guests, where are you from?"
"We are the Song Army's vanguard cavalry team, here to spy on the news."
"Song Army? Which tribe is it?"
Hearing Mo Moxi's question, the four people all laughed. One of them whistled, and two people stood up in the grass to the right of Mo Moxi. They were dressed in the same way and showed friendly smiles.
After a while, two people on horseback, leading more than ten fine war horses, galloped in from a distance.
"We are not from any tribe, we are from the Song Dynasty in the south. My name is Zhe Yanzhi, and his name is Bo Ji Changkong!" The leader said with a smile, showing his white teeth.
"My name is Mo Moxi, and I am the slave of the Jitou family in Dabuli." Seeing the tall and heroic Song general in front of him, Mo Moxi suddenly felt that he was dwarfed by him and felt a little inferior, so he said half-whispered.
"Mo Moxi, which one of you are the fortune tellers?"
"We are the Tatars of Dalanta."
"Tatars?"
"Yes, we all call ourselves Tatars..." Momoxi emphasized the word several times, and the pronunciation was indeed different from that of Zubu people. "Zubu people are the name that the Khitan people call us. They
I didn’t straighten my tongue, my pronunciation was wrong, and I didn’t know how to correct it, so I just screamed randomly.”
Zhe Yanzhi couldn't help but laugh: "So there is this allusion, Bo Ji Changkong, do you know?"
Before Boji Changkong could speak, he shook his head first, his pigtails swinging in the air, which made Mo Moxi feel envious.
On the grasslands, braiding one's hair was a symbol of wealth, and only nobles did it. Because only they had the time and servants to help take care of their hair, so they could keep their hair long.
How can ordinary people and poor people have the time and energy to take care of their hair? In order to avoid getting lice, simply shave most of your hair, leaving only a little hair in the front or back or on the left and right sides to show your masculine style.
"I heard from my father that our various tribes in Mongolia, like the Kelei people, Tatar people and other tribes in the south, are all descended from the Nine-surnamed Tatars. I don't know how many years ago, the Nine-surnamed Tatars lived in the Xianbei Mountains (Daxinganling)
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Western Region. At that time, the Nine-surnamed Tatars and the Nine-surnamed Ogus jointly resisted the Turks. After the decline of the Turks, the Nine-surnamed Ogus moved from Mobei across Jinshan to the west. There is no news anymore, and Mobei became the territory of the Uighurs.
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"After the rise of the Khitans living south of the Xianbei Mountains, they grabbed land everywhere. Our nine-surname Tatar tribe was forced to move westward. Among them, six surnames were separated and attached to the Huihe people. We Mengwushiwei moved to Sanhe
(Mediation
River, Luqu River, Tuwuci River) and the Burhan Mountain, the tribes were divided into the Borjijin, Zhadara, Hongjila and other tribes, which called themselves Mongolian tribes. Over time, they were called Mongolian tribes and divided into Ni tribes.
Luwen Mongolia and Dielie Lijin Mongolia.”
"Later, the Uighurs defeated the Uighurs, and most of the Uighurs moved south. The six surnamed Tatars, who were attached to them, took the opportunity to occupy Mobei. They successively developed into nine Tatar tribes headed by the Kreyiti tribe, and six Tatar tribes.
and the Wanggu tribe known as Yinshan Zubu or White Tatar.”
After finishing speaking, Boji Changkong raised his chin and glanced triumphantly at Momoxi, who was listening intently. The pigtails on his head were swung like a horse's tail that was constantly driving away mosquitoes.
Mo Moxi was discouraged for a while. This guy who is about the same age as me actually knows so many things.
I quickly realized that this guy was from a noble family, and his grandfathers for generations did not have to travel to distant places in wind and snow to deliver messages. Of course, the experience and knowledge accumulated by the older generation can be passed down from generation to generation.
Naturally, you know more than yourself.
"Tatar boy, do you know where the main tent of your Dalandaba tribe is?" Zheyan asked.
"At the foot of Hanghai Ridge, between the sources of the Tabaisi River and the Zhabuhan River. Follow the Tabaici River to the north and ride on horseback for two days, and you'll arrive at sunset."
"Hey, you actually know? Have you been there?" Orihiko asked with a smile.
"We Dabri Jihead people go to the tribe's main tent every year to deliver tributes. When I was fourteen years old, I followed my father's substitute leader to lead the way."
"Oh, then where is the tent of your Dabuli Jihead people?" Zheyan asked again.
"Go north from here, and ride your horse as far as your elbows when the sun has just risen." Momoxi said without hesitation.
He has no sense of loyalty to his enemy in his heart.
In the past, he just hated the greedy, arrogant and cruel leader. After forcing his grandfather to deliver messages to distant places in the snowy weather, Momoxi became extremely vicious in his heart. He hated this leader to death.
Boji Changkong looked at Mo Moxi, his eyes flickering, and his tone was a bit unkind, "Do you hate your leader?"
"I hate it so much!" Momoxi replied angrily, briefly telling what happened to his grandfather and how he bullied his family in daily life.
After talking about it, Mo Moxi's eyes flickered at Zheyan and Boji Changkong's face flashed twice, "Although I don't know your origins, I believe that you certainly didn't treat me as much as you did to the Dabuli Jiheads.
So polite."
"Haha, you kid is quite interesting." Zhe Yanzhi said meaningfully as he looked at Momoxi, who was short, dark and thin but extremely capable.
"Boji Changkong, I will take people to visit the leader's lair. You can take one person to stay here and wait for the advance army."
Zhe Yanzhi first sent someone back to report the news, and he and a few people rode horses to the north, while Bo Ji Changkong and one person stayed here.
The three of them sat in a circle, you stared at me, and I stared at you. They were silent for a long time, and no one spoke. Finally, the third person couldn't stand the silence, so he stood up and said, "I'll go take a look around."
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After that, he mounted his horse and left straight away, circling around.
After another two quarters of an hour, Boji Changkong finally couldn't bear it any longer and spoke first: "My father is from the Borji Jin tribe in Mongolia. He was caught by the Kle tribe during the fight. He stayed there to marry and gave birth to a child.
Sister and I. Later, your Klei tribe..."
"We are not the Kelei tribe, we are the Dalandaba tribe. The Kelei tribe is just the leader of our nine Tatar tribes. The leader of their tribe, King Kelei, is just our Tatar king." Momoxi corrected.
Boji Changkong rarely refuted, but accepted his correction.
"Well, it's your Tatar King. He is preparing to raise troops to attack the Liao Kingdom..."
"The Liao Kingdom? They are the Khitans in the east? They actually beat them. I didn't expect King Kled to be so courageous. He is really a man."
Hearing Mo Moxi's words, Boji Changkong felt a little embarrassed. How could he continue talking about this?
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