The first thing that appeared in front of Mo Moxi was the prairie that he had seen countless times. The green grassland was as green as if it had been washed with water.
The Badara River flowing from north to south is still flowing there quietly, disappearing into the vast sky and earth.
On this familiar grassland, Momoxi saw three long rivers that were even more majestic than the Badala River. They were dozens of miles apart, winding like rivers, and contained endless power in their silence.
When they got close to a certain distance, Momoxi saw it more clearly and felt that he had seen it wrong. The people who came were wearing red coats. They were like countless sparks, gathering together to form three fire dragons, slowly moving toward
Come this way.
As they got closer, the distance between the three teams seemed to become farther. From time to time, red dots were seen running back and forth between the three fire dragons, like wild flowers swaying on the grassland in spring.
The blue sky and white clouds, the grassland and the river, everything has not changed, it seems that they have been like this for thousands of years. And the only thing in the world that is changing is these three fire dragons.
They seem to be moving very slowly, but they are moving forward all the time, and nothing can stop their firm steps.
Mo Moxi was riding a horse, watching all this from a distance. He inexplicably felt a huge pressure, a coercion that enveloped you from a long distance, making you feel an irresistible feeling deep in your heart.
of fear.
Is it because there are so many people? No, that year I followed my father as a guide to the leader and went to pay tribute to the tribal leader. I happened to encounter a gathering of several major tribes, with tens of thousands of people, no less than what I saw.
Huge momentum? That's not right. At the tribal gathering, tens of thousands of people gathered at the foot of Hanghai Ridge. The noisy sound even covered the tall Hanghai Ridge. That didn't make me so afraid.
Understood, it was order and silence. Momoxi suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
In an orderly manner, the sun has moved from the left shoulder to the right shoulder since the appearance of the three human-flowing fire dragons, but the distance between the three teams has not changed much.
Although the distance between the three teams is getting farther and farther from far to near, no matter how it changes, the distance between the three teams is the same. It is difficult to see the distance between the two teams with the naked eye.
Closer, the distance between the other two teams is farther, as if the distance between the three teams has been fixed from the beginning.
Mo Moxi has very good eyesight. He can see that the three teams have been moving forward hand in hand from the beginning. No one is moving faster and the other is moving slower.
Thousands of cavalrymen were divided into three groups, more than twenty miles apart, but they moved so neatly and orderly. Momoxi knew that this was a well-trained cavalry group.
Silence, tens of thousands of cavalry gathered together, shouting and neighing, the noise was endless, and the sound had already been heard from afar. But these three teams were almost approaching, except for the clatter that could not be dissipated.
The sound of horse hooves is still as quiet as the Baidala River next to it.
Momoxi remembered that his grandfather told him that there are two kinds of most terrifying wolves on the grassland. One is calm and can sneak up to your nose silently. The second one is orderly and well-trained.
.
The cavalry team we met today seems to be comparable to both of these.
After waiting for a while, Momoxi heard from Boji Changkong that maybe an hour had passed. The three teams finally arrived.
The leftmost branch is on the other side of the Badara River.
The river is not deep, probably only reaching the thighs of ordinary people, so it poses no obstacle to the communication between the teams.
The one on the far right was in the distance, about twenty miles away as Momoxi expected. The one that met them was the middle route army.
Several cavalrymen came over first, chatted with Boji Changkong for a few words, and then told them to wait for the main force behind to come up.
The large group of troops in the middle continued their advance. At this time, Momoxi heard laughter, and someone shouted: "After walking for so long, let's sing a song."
Many people clamored: "Yes, Zhang Lushiguan, come and start a paragraph!"
A man riding a horse in the team smiled and replied: "Okay, I will sing a song, a song I learned from you a few days ago."
"Qilian Mountains...snow lotus, I want to take it to the grassland, let it and I become a legend on the grassland..."
Boji Changkong translated the song sung by the man into Tatar and told it to Momoxi.
He was silent for a while and said: "I also want to become a legend on the grassland, just like the legends my grandfather used to sing."
Boji Changkong patted Momoxi hard on the shoulder and said confidently: "We will do it."
When the sun dropped to the elbow, the main force of the Song Army arrived. At a glance, there were endless bullock carts, teams of pack oxen and camels, and endless flocks of sheep. Momoxi had a feeling that all the Tatars were in their khan.
Under his leadership, the whole family moved somewhere.
This way of fighting is far different from the stories Momoxi heard from his grandfather before. But the smart Momoxi realizes that this way of fighting is the most terrifying, because he can fight you to the end.
Until one party completely fails.
Mo Moxi finally met the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, the official of the Suzaku Banner, whom Bo Ji Changkong had been talking about.
He is tall and tall, and he rides very steadily on the saddle. His body rises and falls slightly with the pace of the horse, making him look very relaxed and natural.
He wore an ordinary leather armor and a red coat, with two long knives on his left waist, and a spare knife on the right side of the saddle. A bow was slung behind him, and two arrow kettles were hung on the saddle.
Left and right, they were tied tightly.
If it weren't for the heartfelt reverence of Bo Ji Changkong and everyone around him, Mo Moxi would have thought that Zhao Si was just an ordinary little cavalry leader.
"Ha-ha, you are the first member of the Kled tribe to voluntarily surrender to the army. Momoxi, what do you mean by the small stones by the river?"
Mo Moxi felt that Zhao Xi's laughter was very hearty, like the sunshine in spring, so warm that it could melt all the ice and snow covering the grassland.
"This is just your nickname. If you join the army and become a member of our Xuanwu Banner, you must have a famous name. Otherwise, how will you evaluate your military merits and receive salary and rewards... Well, I will help you pick one."
Zhao Si said with a smile.
"Ahead is Hanghailing, which is what we often call Yanran Mountain in the Central Plains. You were born and raised at the foot of Yanran Mountain, so your surname is Yan. Yan Wanshi! Your nickname is Little Stone by the River. Although Little Stone is inconspicuous,
But thousands of small stones gathered together form Yanran Mountain."
Mo Moxi listened to Bo Ji Changkong's translation, especially when he heard the last sentence: "Thousands of small stones gathered together are Yanran Mountain."
He understood that the Emperor of the Song Dynasty in front of him was an extremely wise man, perhaps only comparable to the legendary hero sung by his grandfather.
"Thank you, Emperor!" Mo Moxi tried hard to imitate Bo Ji Changkong's words and stammered, "My name is Yan Wanshi now."
The two soon joined Zhao Si's retinue.
Boji Changkong clicked his tongue and praised: "The officials personally got your name. In the past, I was the only one who had my brother-in-law. It seems that you are also the one favored by God."
After speaking, he raised his chin slightly and said, "Yan Wanshi, don't be proud, my name was also changed by the officials."
"Changed?"
"Yes, my previous name was Boji Jin Changkong. The officials said it was too long, so they changed it to Boji Changkong, which is the same as Fighting Changkong. Do you know what Fighting Changkong is? It's Goshawk...
"
Yan Wanshi listened quietly to Boji Changkong's words.
When he arrived at the main account of the Dabuli Jihead people, he lay down on the roadside early and waited.
Zhao Si rode on the horse, pointed at him with a riding crop and said: "I was hunting in Mobei and passed by your house, so I disturbed you. I'm holding a banquet tonight, and I'm going to invite the leader to honor him. Firstly, it's to calm the leader, and secondly, it's to show his favor.
Everyone deserves a favor. Yan Wanshi!"
Zhao Si shouted loudly.
Boji Changkong quickly pulled Yan Wanshi and ran to the front.
Zhao Si pointed at Yan Wanshi and said: "Yan Wanshi, Mo Moxi, your horse slave, responded to my call and volunteered to join the army to serve me. Now he is going out with the army and will come back soon.
As long as he goes out to kill the enemy for me, no matter whether he has done meritorious service or not, whether he lives or dies, I will redeem him and his family with cattle and sheep."
Having said this, Zhao pointed his riding whip at the Dabri Jitou man, "Please take good care of Yan Wanshi's family, don't be rude, we will be back soon. If anything happens to his family, I will
He's easy to talk to, but Yan Wanshi's tens of thousands of colleagues are not so easy to talk to!"
After listening to what the translator said, the Dabli Jiheads almost dropped their heads to the ground and agreed with fear.
"Okay, it's getting late, let's set up camp here!" Zhao Si ordered.
As the horn blew leisurely, nearly ten thousand high-wheel carriages were put together, connected end to end, and actually formed a city wall.
Outside the city wall, tens of thousands of pack cattle formed a circle, and hundreds of thousands of sheep were enclosed in it. There were 60,000 soldiers and horses, two to three horses per person, and 150,000 war horses, divided into three groups on the left and right of the forward army, and three groups on the center guard.
, the rearguard troops were circled together in separate areas.
Hundreds of dining cars began to light fires. They mainly cooked mutton soup. Hot soup and dry biscuits were dinner for all officers and soldiers.
Even Zhao Si is the same, except that tonight he is hosting a banquet for the Dabri Jitou people and has added an extra plate of barbecue mutton.
The tents were set up according to each military division. The supplies from the carriages and pack oxen were unloaded, and together with the tents of Zhao Si and his staff, they were placed in a temporary walled city surrounded by carriages.
Yan Wanshi followed Bo Ji Changkong and went about his business as a retinue. Then he also got the same mutton soup and dry biscuits, and sat next to them, eating together with hundreds of guards and retinues.
"Is your official family always like this?" Yan Wanshi asked quietly.
"Yes." Boji Changkong replied while eating.
"Wear armor and ride horses like everyone else, live in the same tents, and eat the same meals?"
"That's right, our official family has always been like this. I heard from my brother-in-law that he even went into battle with the official family back then."
"I just saw that when an official dismounts, unlike our leader, the slave needs to bend forward and use his back to make a step?" Yan Wanshi asked another question.
Bo Ji Changkong stopped eating and told his story to Yan Wanshi, "The official told me at the time that we were his warriors and upright men, and no one could step on our backs.
He can't do it with his back either."
Yan Wanshi didn't know what to say. After a while, he said leisurely: "Your Majesty is so ordinary. His majesty is probably not comparable to that of the leader of the Dalandaba tribe."
"It is precisely because His Majesty shares the joys and sorrows and has clear rewards and punishments that we respect him so much and are willing to go through life and death for him. His superficial majesty may not even be comparable to that of the leader of the Dharantaba tribe. But when that leader came in front of our officials, he only
He would tremble like a frightened rabbit."
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