Guo Ning and Tuo Lei came to Jinshan one after another. Considering the fact that Jin and Mongolia have been fighting for many years, it was certainly a big event. However, the Han slaves who were being resettled in Jinshan City did not notice.
The numbness caused by years of torture has almost deprived many of them of the ability to pay attention to the outside world.
A moment ago, someone muttered: "The Mongols in the back all knelt down, it seems like another big shot has arrived..."
But no one responded, no one cared about this situation. After all, the slaves were already the lowest class on the grassland. Compared with them, everyone was a big shot. No matter Marshal Guo or any other marshal, no one came here, everyone was just kneeling down and kowtow.
Big, what else can I do?
They still moved slowly to the planned camp in the city, walking fifteen miles for nearly an hour. In the afternoon, they were divided into groups of twenty or thirty people and were led to the front of a newly built shack somewhere.
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The shacks are very rough, just a few large logs scattered on a shelf, and covered with withered grass. There is a large shared pit behind several shacks, which should be a place for defecation.
It can be seen that when allocating people to the shacks, the navy is a bit particular. There are more old, weak, women and children in the east of the camp; most of the strong men are in the west of the camp. After being kidnapped to the grassland, the old, weak, women and children live in the east of the camp.
Before long, most of the people who could come back from the grassland were strong men. Occasionally, women and children would cry, saying that they were separated from their families. After a while, soldiers would take them out to look for them, but whether they were found or not, others did not care.
Lu Wusi felt that his legs were about to break, his ankles and knees hurt, and his chest and head hurt where Mr. Mongolian had hit him. Others gathered in the same shack with him were also exhausted, including the man with dark circles under his eyes.
Inside, everyone was paralyzed.
Ding Haijun seemed to treat people more leniently. On the grassland, if the slaves dared to rest, they would have been beaten down with big sticks or horse whips. Now everyone rested until sunset, and no one came to care.
On the contrary, the Han slaves slowly crawled out of the shack, flexing their stiff limbs and trying to tear open the straw sandals or foot wraps that were embedded in the flesh of their feet and stained with blood.
Everyone worked for a while, then suddenly sniffed and smelled the aroma of food.
It's not the same as the food that everyone often smells, but it's enough to make people salivate. Someone whispered: "It's rice balls."
After a while, soldiers from the Ding Navy passed by between the shacks and threw rice balls and skin bags to everyone: "Marshal Guo has an order, give one more to each person! After eating, choose someone to come out, take the skin bag and go to the outside of the city to collect it."
water!"
The rice balls were packed in bamboo baskets, and the moment they landed in the shack, there was a rush of looting. Lu Wusi was thin and lacked the courage. When he rushed up, he only saw people crowding in the front row. When everyone dispersed, what was in the bamboo basket?
They were all gone. There were a few scattered rice grains left on the ground. Lu Wusi hesitated and wanted to take a few bites to fill his stomach. A yellow-faced boy next to him rushed over and swept them away with both hands.
Inside the shack, everyone was chewing heavily, and there was a sound of smacking around Lu Wusi.
The rice balls are not big, about half a fist at most. The rice used is not good, but even if the slaves are on the grassland, they have no chance to eat mutton. Those wild wheats are not as delicious as the rice balls. So everyone is grinning after eating.
, even if the rice bran choked my throat, I still tried to swallow it.
They finished their rice balls in three or five mouthfuls, and then looked at others, hoping that there would be leftovers.
Lu Wusi covered his face and started crying.
Although the captives were numb, they had been forced to travel long distances in the past few days, which was hard and full of doubts. They were also worried about how their life would continue after the accustomed environment was changed. His cry immediately caused a stir in several shacks.
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The Khitan people who were patrolling not far away, and the "Mongolian Master" who was eagerly waiting for the Khitan people's orders, noticed the restlessness. Several people came towards the shack where Lu Wusi was.
"Damn! Why are you crying, a coward!"
The man with dark circles cursed a few words impatiently. Although he was tough-mouthed, he was actually a little scared when he saw the Mongolian approaching menacingly. He quickly dug into his arms and took out a rice ball.
He looked at it distressedly, broke the rice ball in half, and threw half of it to Lu Wusi: "Eat, eat, and shut up when you're done!"
Lu Wusi thought to himself, you are the one who stole my rice ball, but he didn't dare to argue with it. He swallowed his cry tightly into his stomach and started to devour it. The rice ball was very fragrant, but also salty and bitter.
It doesn't smell like Lu Wusi's tears, but rather like it has been soaked in salt brine.
The Khitan and Mongolian guards did not go any further. After Lu Wu 44 finished eating in two or three mouthfuls, his stomach was just full.
"Send someone from every shack to draw water! Hurry!" a cavalry officer rode back and forth shouting.
The man with dark circles thrust the leather bag into Lu Wusi's hand: "It's you, go quickly!"
Lu Wusi came out in a daze and stood in front of the shack with his head dazed. When he finally joined the queue that was leaving the city to collect water, he was hit twice on the head with a stick by the Mongolian guard.
When the general arrived at the city gate, the sound of rumbling iron hoofs on the ground behind him was loud. The same group of knights in armor were still opening the way, and along the way they ordered everyone to retreat and kneel on both sides of the road.
After he knelt down, someone yelled and yelled: "What are you looking at! Lower your head!"
Lu Wusi and others immediately leaned over and put their foreheads on the ground.
He heard dozens of knights rushing out of the city gate, the dust kicked up by their iron hooves choking.
When he heard the general named Zhao Xuan reining in his horse in front of the city gate, he said with some confusion: "I thought that the marshal would talk to Tuo Lei for a longer time, but I also asked people to kill two sheep to act like a host.
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"We eat the sheep ourselves! It's so cheap for the Mongolians!"
The person who answered him was the Marshal Guo who had arrived at Jinshan City earlier. Listening to his words, he seemed to be in a good mood. Lu Wusi felt that since Marshal Guo was giving extra meals to everyone, he must be a good man.
Guo Ning was indeed in a good mood, so he laughed and made a joke.
But when everyone laughed and agreed, he fell silent again.
So his subordinates stopped talking again and surrounded him solemnly.
Guo Ning stood in front of the city gate and looked out. It was dark at the turn of summer and autumn. The sun had set for a while, but the sky was still bright. Therefore, the backs of Tuo Lei and his entourage could be seen clearly.
When their group was about to submerge behind the forest, Tuo Lei actually reined in his horse and turned around, waving his hand in the direction of Jinshan City.
This is the second time Guo Ning has dealt with Tuo Lei. The last time he was in Laizhou Haicang Town, Tuo Lei was a prisoner, but his attitude was very arrogant. Guo Ning had to fight with fists and kicks before letting him go.
Figure out where your home is. This time, Tuo Lei is very different from before.
The young fourth prince became much calmer and smarter. He even learned Chinese and could talk to Guo Ning without the need for an interpreter. Moreover, he very sincerely regarded Ding Haijun as an equal opponent.
This is not an easy thing to do.
Since the third year of Da'an, the Mongolian army has achieved too many victories in battles with the Jin Kingdom. If every city that changed hands and every field battle involving hundreds of cavalry were counted, the battles between the two sides would have been at least
There were more than 300 times, of which the Mongols were able to win 290 times.
Too many victories made the Mongols consciously have a psychological advantage when facing anyone in the Jin Kingdom, and did not take the other party seriously. This psychological advantage has been deeply ingrained, and even commanders like Genghis Khan would face Guo Guo because of this.
When I was calm, I made the wrong choice, thinking I could kill him with one blow.
But Torei is really smart.
He was very polite and even a little humble in the talks just now. He was not at all embarrassed by his past victories, nor did he shy away from his own failures.
Such a person and attitude made Guo Ning very wary. Because the only thing more terrifying than the ferocious wolves is the ferocious and cunning wolves. If Guo Ning had enough troops and sufficient logistical support, he would rather start an army immediately
, kill all the depths of the grassland in one breath, and use a plow to sweep the holes to avoid future troubles forever.
It's a pity that Guo Ning didn't, because Ding Haijun's expansion has indeed reached its limit. The Mongolian tribes scattered in the grasslands have no capital or central area for the distribution of supplies, which is worthy of Ding Haijun's attack.
Of course, it is impossible for the Mongols to overwhelm the Ding Navy in a field battle, but if the Ding Navy rushes deep into the grasslands, under the endless harassment and hunting by the Mongolian army, the result will definitely be a tragic defeat.
Guo Ning knew this very well. According to Tuo Lei, Genghis Khan also knew it very well.
At present, the two families have nothing to do with each other. Both of them are in urgent need of replenishing or restoring their own strength in order to win the next war. Before the next war comes, any conflict between the two sides will be of no practical significance and will only slow down their respective progress.
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Therefore, a mutually tacit agreement became inevitable.
This agreement does not need to be written down or pledged, because neither Guo Ning nor Genghis Khan will be restricted by words or pledges.
This agreement not only represents a short-term peace, but also represents a more tragic and terrifying decisive battle that will come sooner or later.
Guo Ning continued to look until dusk enveloped the surrounding areas. The fields and wetlands around Jinshan City gradually became unclear, and the sparse forests and meadows in the distance were undulating in the wind. Farther away, the mountains stood silently, blocking the passage.
Steps towards thousands of miles of grassland.
"By the end of this year, you will push the control area back to Yehuling. The Mongolian ministries will not make any big moves, but you must be prepared for contingency and not slack off. I will fully step up the construction of all parts of the territory."
All the generals said in unison: "Yes!"
Guo Ning turned his horse back. After taking two steps, he noticed that a large number of Han slaves had been kneeling for a long time.
"Let them all stand up. So many people are kneeling down at every turn. I feel uncomfortable watching them!"