Could it be that they were asking, what if the Mongolian master came to kill one by one and said such cruel words?
Not great!
However, a bad situation is right in front of us, and a group of slaves are staring at it with red eyes. How should we answer? How should we deal with it?
Batu'er from behind shouted hoarsely: "Let's go quickly! Our horses are fast, they can't catch up!"
Everyone nodded, but Abul and Kunbuha ignored them at all.
Batu'er called out twice more, and Abel shouted impatiently: "Shut up, you can't leave. These people are not ordinary runaway slaves."
Before he finished speaking, the faint roar of horse hooves could be heard behind him, as well as the Mongolian voices shouting and urging the horses. No need to look, it was the cavalry that everyone had been tracking for the past few days.
It is impossible for ordinary escaped slaves to have the courage to fight to the death, to master the tactics of ambush, to come up with crude but extremely useful equipment such as fireballs, leather ropes, and fishing nets, and to dispatch the troops responsible for covering the battlefield.
Mongolian cavalry.
The fact that this group of escaped slaves can do this proves that they have hope and encouragement, the strength at hand, and a backbone.
Where do hope and encouragement come from? Who gives you the strength at hand? Who is your backbone?
While Abul was thinking, Kunbuha said angrily: "It turns out to be Yeliyasi's person..."
"What?" Abel turned and asked.
"The people slowly surrounding us are Yeli Yasi's subordinates. Most of those people are the Tanma Red Army who followed Muhua Li Wanhu. I can recognize their accents at a glance."
"Hey..." Abel was stunned.
After a while, he stooped and seemed to be completely discouraged: "The group of Han slaves in front of me are actually related to Yeli Yasi Qianhu... They are really not ordinary escaped slaves! They are aiming for
The noble people of Han have gathered together!"
Abul is a warrior who has experienced many ups and downs in his life, and Kunbuha is a herdsman who has endured hardship for decades. Both of them have some vision and are not fools. They tracked the noble Han all the way here, and then watched the whole process.
Once you understand this ambush, you will understand it.
It turned out that the group of knights they were following were not chasing the noble Han, but were instead surrounding and covering him.
It turned out that the group of knights they were following were the subordinates of Yeli Yasi Qianhu. This powerful Qianhu Nayan had done a lot of business with Han'er in the Central Plains in the past two years. His relationship with Han'er was closer than outsiders imagined.
.
It turns out that the people in Yasi Qianhu have found the missing Haner nobleman, but they are still publicizing the reward. They are clearly trying to distance themselves from the relationship and cover up something... For example, the identity of the nobleman must be more mysterious than what everyone had guessed before.
important!
Finally, thinking about it, the Han nobleman probably didn't flee to Usha Castle in a panic. Maybe his original goal was in Usha Castle, and he even had the confidence to recruit Han slaves and nearby Mongolian tribes in Usha Castle.
Let's fight!
This, this, this... damn, there has been a lot of chaos on the grassland in the past few years, nothing is right, these things are happening one by one, it is extremely wrong!
After working hard for several days, the fifty horses and one thousand sheep that were probably obtained have flown away, which is inevitably frustrating. But the key at this moment is not the reward. You have to save your own life first. Forget about the reward.
Come on!
Hmm... maybe, maybe, if I make a choice at this time, the benefits will exceed the reward?
"People who are hiding there! Come out! I'm asking you a question!" The person who was asking questions at the edge of the battlefield shouted again.
Abul looked at Kunbuha. He was not as vicious as usual, and he hesitated to speak.
Kunbuha looked at Abul, his face was full of flattery and his eyes were pleading.
After a while, they both stood up together.
For these ordinary Mongolian warriors, life was originally very simple, and they did not need to spend much time thinking. They just herded cattle and sheep when they were free, and killed and looted when they were busy. But these days, many Mongolians have to start using their brains and have to
Start thinking about some issues they have never considered before.
Herding cattle and sheep in leisure time is naturally an ancestral method, but this method can only make people live like livestock. When busy, it is very convenient to kill and plunder. However, with the rise of power in the Central Plains, it is no longer possible to go south to plunder. Many tribes are poor.
Crazy and poor, they returned to their old habits and began to rob the tribesmen who were also in the grassland.
Then here comes the problem.
Who is the enemy? Who is the enemy?
If you want to live a good life, or even want to live a good life, which end should you stand on?
According to the common sense of the Great Mongolia, Abul and Kunbuha are both Mongolian warriors. Seeing a group of fugitive slaves setting up an ambush to massacre the Mongols, they should draw their swords and go up to help the fight and kill all the fugitive slaves. Even if they are surrounded by fugitive slaves, they should
Fighting without hesitation will live up to the reputation of defeating the Mongolian Uluth.
However, the establishment of the Great Mongolia was only about ten years after all. Although Genghis Khan continued to disrupt the ethnic groups, dismantled the original tribes, placed different tribes at intervals, and used the thousand-household system to implement the Khan's decrees, after he left the grassland,
Hundreds and thousands of years of customs have come into play again, and many places are slowly returning to the earlier situation of everyone caring for themselves.
What's more, too many Mongolians have opened their eyes and their minds are not as simple as before?
For example, Kunbuha remembered that in the early years, the thousand households near Wushabao belonged to Tongtian Wu Kuokuochu and were composed of many gangsters who shook the Huota. After Kuokuochu was killed by Genghis Khan, it was Monlik's other son, Laerbi.
Take care of it.
Genghis Khan had been taken care of by Monlik, so after killing Kuokuo, he still treated his subordinates favorably, so he divided the meadows of the Wuxian Urugu Herding Station in the Jin Kingdom for them.
But many people know that Genghis Khan has actually lost trust in Mengli Ke and the gangsters of Huanghuota. Therefore, the Mongols with a slightly higher status have never paid attention to them and simply treated them as if they did not exist.
A place isolated from the world.
That being the case, what does these gangsters have to do with us?
No! Not at all!
It has nothing to do with us if they die; it has nothing to do with us if they are ambushed! We will never jump out to fight, it is better to find a way to escape!
Both Abul and Kunbuha thought so.
So, since we can't escape now, some choices are self-evident.
Abel shouted: "The Mongols are not all enemies! We are here to... uh, uh, help!"
Kunbuha suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth wide, revealing his crooked teeth.
The person shouting at the edge of the battlefield was a Han who was quite familiar with Mongolian, so that was fine. Now Abul shouted back, speaking in Han language, which Kunbuha couldn't understand at all! He drinks every day and gets drunk every day.
Like a dead dog, I haven’t forgotten this move!
This awkward Han language is somewhat like the accent of the original Hebei soldiers in Changzhou, and there are also a few accents like those from Liaodong. I don’t know how this guy learned it, but they are mixed together.
Somewhat funny.
Even though Lu Wusi's body was still bloody, he still wanted to laugh when he heard it.
He controlled the corner of his mouth that was about to glance up, and shouted again: "Come here, let's see what you can do to help! If it's really useful, let's have a drink!"
He still spoke in Mongolian, so Kunbuha understood it.
He followed Abel out of the thorn bush and asked in a low voice: "How can we help? Captain Ten, you can't talk nonsense..."
"Shut up!" Abel said, "Think about how we can help. If you don't think of it, you might die!"
Kunbuha panicked: "Captain Ten, you just said it without thinking about it?"
"If I didn't say anything, something would have happened just now!"
When Abel was walking down the slope, he accidentally stepped on gravel. The gravel rolled in pieces, just like the cold sweat on Abel's forehead.
He said irritably: "Think quickly! Think quickly!"
"But... what the hell can we come up with!" Kunbuha yelled.
The group of people could not linger for long, and soon they arrived in front of Lu Wusi. Not far away, dozens of cavalrymen belonging to Yeli Yasi were watching eagerly as they reached the high point of the slope.
Abel's cold sweat became more and more severe, and his face turned pale. He never thought that he, who was once a fearless man on the battlefield, would become like this one day. Was it the strong alcohol that corroded his spirit, or was it because of his illness?
Did the arm destroy his ambition, or was it for some other reason?
Kunbuha suddenly made up his mind: "Since these people have recruited Han'er slaves, they must be short of food, right? They are also short of horses? Lack of weapons? Lack of tents? Whatever the slaves can have on hand, they must be short of everything! Captain Ten,
I can lead the way and take them to loot the Wu Xian Ulugu Herding Station! There is everything there!
