The status of a thousand households in the great Mongolian country can be seen from the weapons they use. For example, the elite warriors under Genghis Khan all wear uniform specifications of armor, swords, guns, bows and arrows. Many of them are used by the Mongols.
The captured items in the war were gathered together in one place, and the Han'er craftsmen who had been taken captive to the grasslands re-refined the result.
And these centurions who belong to thousands of households in Lakshen are all surrounded by weapons of various types. So in the huge yurt, long knives and short knives flew together, iron axes and iron rods danced together, and lights and shadows shook, and flesh and blood were violent.
Splashes, screams, groans and roars came one after another.
The chaos in the tent was quickly discovered by the outside world. The Mongolians belonging to different households were at a loss for a while. Some people rushed into the tent, while others slashed the tarpaulin, felt and cowhide with knives, trying to enter the tent from other sides.
Hundreds of people stepped forward, snapping and breaking several supports of the yurt. As a result, the circular canopy on top lost its balance, tilted suddenly, and fell in one direction.
Ge Qingshu put the dagger in his hand back into its scabbard, while Shi Mo wiped the blood from his hands first, put his hands in his sleeves, and the two of them moved out with innocent expressions on their faces.
At the same time, the dark yurt suddenly came into contact with the light of day, and the frantic and angry people suddenly stopped.
Thirty or forty people were fighting each other within the confines of a yurt, and no one was wearing armor. They were all fighting with their own arms, stomachs, and chests. It was really bloody and deadly. The battle broke out extremely quickly.
, the result was also extremely tragic. Less than half of the Mongolians were standing at this moment, most of the centurions were dead, and almost all of them had their heads disfigured.
Mahamu's reputation as a warrior was not an exaggeration. He killed several people in a short fight, but his own arm was cut off, leaving him with only his last breath.
He was lying on his back next to his uncle, with blood pouring out from his elbows and lower abdomen. Layers of bright red color covered the solidified black blood of Lakshen Qianhu. In addition to the slight rise and fall of his chest and the slight twitching of his muscles,
, it is difficult to distinguish him from the corpse.
This situation made Mahamu's subordinates furious. They drew their swords one by one and wanted to rush over and chop the remaining centurions into pieces. However, the surviving centurions were certainly weak.
, after all, he had his own party members. In an instant, hundreds of people were at war with each other around the big tent, and more people came running from a distance.
Seeing that the situation was about to get completely out of control, the remaining centurions shouted wildly: "Slow down! Slow down! It's not what you think!"
Someone suddenly saw the look on Ge Qingshu's face that had nothing to do with me, and rushed over on the ground, hugging Ge Qingshu's legs and shouting: "General Ge Du! You must be a witness, this...
…This…I don’t know why it became like this!”
The other centurions all said: "Yes, General Ge, please tell everyone, we really... we don't know anything!"
Ge Qingshu stood surrounded by several centurions and pondered for a long time.
He suddenly yelled: "Idiot! Haven't you seen it yet?"
This roar was so loud that even the Mongolians in the outer circle looked over. For ordinary Mongolians at the bottom, no matter what the commanders and centurions above them planned, they only knew that the entire tribe
The reason for going south this time is to rely on the power of Ding Haijun here in Jinshan. And this general named Ge is the envoy of Ding Haijun. In order to welcome him last night, Lakshen Qianhu personally toasted him with wine and cut the mutton and served it.
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Such a big man suddenly yelled, and there must be a purpose. So although many people outside looked angry, they still stopped rushing to the big tent, or rushed to the hundreds of hostile households. They all stared at Ge Qingshu, looking at him
What can I say?
"It's Sono who's doing this!"
Ge Qingshu stood in front of the crowd and shouted loudly: "Badur Sono, the most trusted figure of Qianhu in Lakshen, assassinated Qianhu last night and was killed by Mahamu Baihu, Hamaruddin Baihu and Ermu this morning.
When Bu Baihu was interrogating him, he told lies again and incited several Baihu to fight each other! This is what we all see!"
incite?
Was it Sono's instigation?
What did Sono say to incite everyone?
Didn’t he get beaten to death by Mahamu without even saying a word?
How could he become the murderer of Qianhu again?
The remaining hundreds of households were not big figures in the tribe. Their vision and talents were limited, and their reactions were slow. Therefore, they had no idea what Ge Qingshu was talking about, and they were confused for a while.
But now it was really the eve that the entire tribe was about to fall into a fire and conflagration. Everyone in the entire tribe, including the old, weak, women and children, had to fight each other, resulting in a lot of casualties. Finally, one of them reacted a little faster.
Nonsense, at this moment, who is the right person to say that there is a problem?
Anyway, those powerful hundred households who might have gone to kill the Lakshen Thousand Households are all dead. At this time, it is most appropriate to frame the dead people. But after all, the hundreds of households still have their own gang members, so it is inevitable to pour dirty water on them.
Cause subsequent conflicts, so...
Among the deceased, who else is the most suitable to top the tank besides Sono?
He is Batu'er of Lakshen Thousand Households, and he is the person responsible for guarding the big account. If something happens to Lakshen Thousand Households, he deserves to die!
The envoy from Ding Haijun is very wise!
The hundred households jumped up suddenly and shouted loudly: "General Gedu is right! It is this Sono who is doing bad things! It is he who harmed the Lakshen thousand households and provoked Mahamu hundred households, Hamaruddin hundred households and Ermu
Hundreds of households are fighting each other! We all see it, it’s true!”
Now that he shouted this, the rest of the people quickly agreed. The Mongolian people's frightened and angry emotions suddenly found a way to vent their anger.
Many people rushed into the tent without hesitation, dragged Sono's body out, and trampled it on horseback. During the process, people came and went, which was inevitably chaotic. The Mahamu tree was still alive, but it was trampled violently.
After a few kicks, he was finally dead.
The chaos came out of nowhere, but fortunately the situation did not get completely out of control. A number of thousands and hundreds of households died, but the Mongolians regard all things as spiritual, and they have always been open-minded about death. They just invited shamans to arrange sacrificial rituals.
As for crying loudly and killing horses for burial, these are inevitable procedures.
After all, the entire tribe is still there, and the ordinary people below are living their lives as usual. It's just that a Khitan man named Shi Moyexian was left behind by Ding Haijun to put order in order and arrange everyone's lives on behalf of the Lakshen Thousand Households.
I heard that this Shi Mo was the right-hand man of Muhua Li Wanhu in the past, and was familiar with all the tribes in Wutou. Now he is leading the tribes, and his status is quite similar.
Ge Qingshu led his other subordinates back that day.
Shi Moye stayed here alone. It was a bit unsafe after all. After Ge Qingshu returned, he had to immediately report to Zhao Xuan and send over Shi Moye's group of Khitan and tamed Mongolian prisoners.
When Shi Mo also first suggested Ge Qingshu to kill Ermubu, Ge Qingshu understood what he meant.
If several powerful centurions die, Jinshan will not specifically select candidates from the remaining centurions to control the tribe. This is because it will just create another leader, which will not be beneficial to the navy.
Discipleship will lead to future troubles.
Therefore, someone must stay in this Mongolian tribe to control it on behalf of Jinshan. And Shi Moye, a Khitan man, is the best candidate.
This is also a shortcut for Shi Moye to get rid of his status as a prisoner and become a useful member of the Ding Navy.
Ge Qingshu had no objection to this. Although he had not known Shi Mo for a long time, he also knew that this Khitan man was indeed talented. Since he was talented and willing to serve the Ding Navy, it would be like a trap in his pocket. Sooner or later, he would meet
There is no need for Ge Qingshu to be the villain blocking the way.
Of course, Shi Mo was not the only one to take the lead on this trip.
Ge Qingshu rode on the horse, looked back at Lu Wusi, who was sitting cross-legged and swaying on the cart, and asked: "How are you doing? Does your face hurt?"
Lu Wusi's face was first scratched by Lakshen with a deep wound, and then Ge Qingshu whipped him with a riding crop. Now, not only were the skin and flesh torn, but both cheeks were swollen, so much so that his facial features were almost displaced.
Ge Qingshu had whipped Lu Wusi several times in front of the Mongols in order to prevent anyone from discovering the flesh and blood on Lakshen's fingernails and using it as a clue to search for the murderer. Unexpectedly, the Mongolians were so lax and careless.
To this extent, until several powerful people died, no one mentioned this matter. From this point of view, Lu Wusi suffered twice in vain.
Hearing Ge Qingshu's question, Lu Wusi said dullly: "It's okay."
After a while, he asked again: "Felt robe...will you really give me a new one?"