Chapter 94: The Sword Covering Lingbei's Great Wind Song (2)
Herrick only found sadly that this group of Song people who had recently invaded the Mobei grasslands did not take the powerful Kle tribe horse Husi Khan into their hearts at all. His legacy and young son, let alone
Not taken seriously.
At the beginning, Herrick only dressed up, and asked Suhubutai, who was dressed in formal clothes, to sit next to him. He sat solemnly on the top of his felt bag, like a Ketun who was about to receive his subjects.
But more than an hour passed, and the outside of the felt bag gradually became quiet. It must be that the battle was over, but no one came to see them.
Herrick could only ask his maid to find the leader of the Song people and take the initiative to ask for an audience. Unfortunately, he was driven back viciously by the guarding cavalry after he had just gone out a few steps.
As dusk approached, Herrick, her son, and the maids were so hungry that their stomachs growled. Finally, someone brought a pot of hot mutton soup and a dozen fragrant and crispy pancakes.
Suhubutai is still a teenager at heart, and is very interested in noodles that he has rarely eaten. After taking a bite, it is crunchy, and then a burnt aroma of flour and sesame seeds bursts out from his mouth and penetrates into his nose.
Unforgettable.
Regardless of how hot the pancakes were, he puffed up and ate five of them until he couldn't hold them anymore. Then he couldn't help the greed in his eyes, so he poured another bowl with spices, which was extra fragrant.
Mutton soup.
So Suhu Butai was so bloated that he lay on the wool blanket, stroking his swollen belly, humming softly like a little pig.
At night, Zhuang Bao suddenly broke in with a few people. Without saying a word, he drove Herrick, his mother, his son, and the maids into two carriages, and then, escorted by more than a dozen cavalry, headed east.
The moon was in the sky, illuminating the grassland extremely brightly.
You can see countless cavalry galloping back and forth, as if people from the Song Dynasty have come to take over various pastures, and at the same time, other people from the Song Dynasty are gathering somewhere. The Klie tribe is like a flock of sheep enclosed in a sheepfold, quiet.
Meek and quietly waiting for your destiny.
The Hala and Lin Rivers continued to flow, sparkling in the moonlight.
Herrick was suddenly surprised to find that there was a bridge on the Halahelin River. It looked very simple, but it was enough for carriages and cavalry to move forward.
After identifying the direction and looking at the surrounding environment, Herrick only knew that the place where they were should be the main ranch of the Kled tribe.
It was just that the carriage was shaking, which made the overly stuffed Suhubu Tai feel nauseous. Then he lay on the window and kept vomiting. After vomiting up all the food he had just eaten, he lay down weakly.
In Herrick's arms.
After walking for who knows how long, Herrick only noticed a dark city standing in front of her through the car window. She swore that she had never seen it when she passed by here a few days ago.
Are the people of Song Dynasty gods? They built a city so quickly?
But when I got closer, I realized that this was a city surrounded by countless carriages, connected end to end.
This trick has been used by many people on the grassland, and she has used it before. It's just that the high-wheel wooden carriage of the Song Dynasty's carriage seems to be specially customized. After being connected together, not only will the holes be sealed by wooden boards, but soldiers can also stand on it.
Walking and patrolling.
Soon, the carriage drove in through a gate. The interior was vast and vast, with a different world. It was really another world.
The tents were neatly arranged in rows, as if they were drawn with a ruler using lime. Various materials were piled together, packed into large boxes, and then tightly wrapped in linoleum cloth.
You can see that there are wooden poles standing at regular intervals, with air-death lamps hanging on them, one horizontal row and one vertical row, forming a road.
From time to time, I see heavily armed sergeants, lined up in teams, walking and patrolling the roads.
The carriage followed the directions of the street lights and soon arrived in front of a large tent. Someone came up and chatted with the escorting cavalry, then turned and entered the tent.
After a while, two men came out of the big tent, carried lanterns and walked to the carriage. They opened the door curtain, raised the lanterns, and looked at Herrick and her son several times.
Herrick just tried his best to stay calm and hugged his son Suhubutai tightly.
"Are you the Kodun Herik of Ma'erhusi Khan?" the very dignified man asked, and the man next to him translated it in fluent Tatar.
"Yes, I request..." Herrick was interrupted by the man just as he started to speak.
"I am Sun Moli, the secretary of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty and the provincial minister. I will arrange for you, mother and son, to stay here. When it is convenient, our majesty will receive you."
After the general officer finished translating, Changsun Moli noticed something was wrong with Suhubutai's expression, so he held up a lantern and took a closer look.
"He is the son of you and Ma'erhusi Khan? What's wrong?"
"He ate too much and couldn't hold himself up. He was bumped by a carriage on the road and vomited all over."
"That's it. After settling it, find a medical officer to take a look at this kid."
"yes."
After the arrangements were made, Changsun Moli turned around and left without hesitation. He was busy with a lot of things, so he was able to take the time to meet Herrick and his son and have a few words. He was already very proud of the anti-Liaoning hero Ma Husihan's spirit in the sky.
face.
Herrick, mother and son were placed in a large tent, and the maids were not separated and were arranged to live in a smaller tent next to them.
After a while, the interpreter came over with a middle-aged man and said he wanted to see a doctor in Suhubutai.
Herrick only asked the general officer while the medical officer was taking Suhubutai's pulse.
"Are you a Tatar?"
"I am the son of the leader of the Dalandaba tribe, Bohuyetai, and my Chinese name is Bolutai."
"Dalantaba tribe, sounds familiar?"
"Yes, they are attached to the Albati tribe and graze their cattle on the banks of the Baidala River to the west of Hanghai Ridge."
"You surrendered?"
"My father dedicated his troops to His Majesty the Supreme Emperor of the Song Dynasty. He was granted the title of Guanglu Doctor and acquired thousands of fertile fields. He has taken his family south and is preparing to settle in the prosperous city of Xi'an. My brother and I stayed behind.
My brother became a member of the Hundred Households. I learned Chinese from the merchants of the Song Dynasty and became an attendant, specializing in interpreting."
Herrick could only hear the pride that could not be hidden in Brutaire's words.
The medical officer visited Suhubutai and left several boxes of Xingjun powder and Zhengchang pills. He asked Bulutai to convey his instructions to take the medicine twice a day, each time with one packet of powder and two pills.
Get a good rest at night and you'll be fine tomorrow.
Herrick only had a thorough understanding of his opponent's strength.
Fifty or sixty thousand people, all young and strong cavalry, are enough to challenge any tribe on the grassland. Even if Ma Husi Khan is still alive, it will be difficult to defeat them if all the soldiers and horses of the Kelie tribe are assembled.
Because Herrick had only seen with his own eyes how these cavalrymen wearing red shirts and capes fought. They were a well-equipped and well-trained force.
Moreover, she also guessed that her mother and son were still valuable to the people of Song Dynasty, so she gave up half her heart and waited quietly in the tent.
On the third day, Herrick only heard cheers from everywhere, it must be that the Song people had won another battle.
Who did they defeat this time? Huerza Husi who came back to support?
Impossible, even if the escaped person ran to get the Hun poster letter, it would still take two sunrises and sunsets to get there quickly.
The troops and horses were immediately organized to return to the reinforcements, and it would take three sunrises and sunsets to get there. This was only the third day, so it couldn't be so fast. Who is it?
While Herrick was just thinking wildly, Brutaire came and said that His Majesty the Emperor wanted to receive her mother and son.
"Bohu Yetai, who did the Song Dynasty defeat?"
Brutaire glanced at Herrick and felt that this matter was well known to everyone and there was no need to hide it, so he said directly: "The night before yesterday, after our Suzaku Army occupied the headquarters of Kled, we set out overnight and attacked Albati and Tu.
The two Bewuti tribes. The good news has just come that the pastures and tribes of the Albati and Tubewuti tribes are already under the control of the Suzaku Army."
Herrick's mind was buzzing.
How did the Emperor of the Song Dynasty know the details of the Kelie Tribe? Oh, there were a large number of people like the leader of the Dalandaba Tribe who offered him good deals. What kind of information did he not know?
However, he was so ruthless that he defeated the main Kled tribe, as well as the Albati and Tubewud tribes he was close to in one strike.
Herrick suddenly thought that maybe the Song cavalry was lying in ambush somewhere, waiting for the anxious Hu'er Zahusi.
She tried to calm herself down, then arranged her clothes, took her son Suhubutai, and followed Bohubutai towards the center of the city.
Arriving in front of an extremely huge tent, ten times larger than the largest felt bag in the Kled tribe, Herrick only heard someone talking loudly.
"Are you all selected herdsmen from the Kelei tribe who are both old and young, and who know the way well? Well, don't be afraid, I just asked you to report to the leaders of the three tribes Zhu Lijin, Dong Eyite, and Saheyi.
A message."
"Just say that I, the son of Changshengtian, His Majesty the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, have heard that the Mobei grassland has been unable to control for a long time. The tribes are fighting each other, their lives are in ruins, and the people are miserable. Adhering to the virtue of God's good life, I led 60,000 tribes to come to Mobei.
North, reestablish order and restore tranquility."
"Now that the source of the trouble has been eradicated by me, I set up a banquet on the banks of the Hala and Lin Rivers, and invited Zhu Lijin, Dong Eyite, and the leaders of the three Saheyi tribes to come as guests to discuss the restoration of order on the grassland.
Please make sure...well, how far are these three movies?"
At this time, someone replied: "It is the Saheyi tribe. It is between the Xueliangge River and Dingli Mountain. It takes three sunrises and two sunsets."
"Okay," the loud voice sounded again, "Tell the three leaders to arrive at my camp on the banks of the Halakhorin River before the seventh sunset. Otherwise, he will be the source of trouble on the grassland.
, I will send an army to eradicate him!"
Then a slightly childish voice, Balabala, translated in Tatar. His voice was clear and loud, like the sound of a whip exploding in the air when driving horses in the early morning.
Herrick didn't understand the previous words, but she understood the translated words.
After listening, she couldn't help but tremble all over, and held her son Suhubutai's hand tightly. This chapter has been completed!
