Hunting (1)

The cold wind whistled across the northern land, gradually blowing away the smoke of gunpowder. On the battlefield, which had been fighting for several days, the corpses of the soldiers were lying all over the place. Mongols, Han Chinese, Jurchens, Khitans, black hair, yellow faces, face to face, shoulder to shoulder, unable to distinguish who is which ethnicity. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the sky where the smoke had cleared, and the soil under the body had absorbed enough blood, and wisps of white smoke actually rose under the sunlight, as if lingering on the cold body of the soul that could not be loved.

Layers of blood spread across the gray earth, and it was frozen into black ice before it was too cold. The fresh blood behind it refused to stop, and continued to spread along the ice into the distance, layer upon layer, radiating brilliant colors in the winter sun.

Occasionally, there was a bleak spot, a crater left by a shell. Swords, spears, severed arms, and stumps fell in pieces beside the crater. Some of the craters with unextinguished embers emitted faint smoke and black bloodstains, as if the devil had suddenly poked his head out from under the ground, gasping for breath with his life-devouring mouth.

The wind swept by, and the snowflakes rolled into the air with blood foam, and they fluttered one after another, sprinkling a different kind of red.

Not far away, several warhorses that had lost their owners screamed and dragged their reins back and forth in the snow. They try to find their home, but the wilderness in the sun is gone. All the markings were blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, and they could not tell where the homestead was and where the owner was.

Several old horses bent down and lay down beside their owners, who were already covered in blood. Trying to hang that cold body on his back. But their efforts were in vain, and their former owners could no longer gallop with them in the wilderness, or sing to the rising sun.

"Your Majesty, be careful, it's icy and snowy!" A human voice came from afar, and the ownerless old horse raised his head vigilantly and saw a wool rod slowly approaching from a distance. As if human, several warhorses that had lost their owners jumped up at the same time, spread their hooves and ran into the distance.

They recognized the wool pole as the owner of the pole, and turned the whole grassland into hell.

"Be careful, I am the Great Yuan Son of Heaven, blessed by the gods!" Kublai Khan replied dissatisfiedly. Covering the sunlight with one hand, he looked into the distance, pointed at the war horses that were fleeing into the distance with his horsewhip and ordered: "Catch all the lost war horses, who is responsible for cleaning up the battlefield, so hasty!" ”

"Long live, it's General Li Ting. The north wind was too strong last night, and Naiyan withdrew overnight, so General Li didn't have time to gather the war horses! One of the personal guards replied with a bow.

Three days ago, this tough battle was too fierce, the Mongol army, the Tanma Red army and the Han army took turns to attack, fought for two days and two nights, and finally relied on people to fill in, and only then did Naiyan's defense line be crushed. Afterwards, all the armies were unable to fight again, so they had to give up the fat difference of cleaning the battlefield to the Han army. However, the Han army was poorly equipped and lacked warm clothing, so Li Ting presumably did not want the soldiers to lose too much due to the severe cold, so he hurriedly collected the troops.

"Useless stuff!" Kublai Khan scolded stupidly. Among the Mongolian horses, the Liaodong horse has always been the best product. Even if these war horses can no longer go to the battlefield, they will be worth 100 copper coins when they are sold to the Central Plains. Li Ting let go of a war horse, just letting hundreds of dollars and dozens of stones and meters run away. Dayuan is currently financially tight, isn't it obvious that he is destroying heaven by doing this!

Ye Li, Zhao Mengfu (Zhao Kuangyin's eleventh grandson), Hu Mengkui, Wan Yiyi and several other Han Chen, who accompanied the army, heard it, and their faces couldn't help but be a little embarrassed. Li Ting was the marshal of the Han army who succeeded Zhang Hongfan, although he himself was a hybrid of Han and Jurchen, but he served as the marshal of the Han army, so he should naturally be classified as a Hanchen. Kublai Khan scolded Li Ting in front of everyone, and everyone felt disgraced when they followed.

Seeing the appearance of the Hanchens, he took a few steps forward on his horse, approached Kublai Khan's side and bowed his head and said, "Long live the minister, the Han people are not good at riding horses." It was windy last night, and presumably, General Li had the heart to chase after him, but he couldn't catch these ownerless horses. And as soon as the battlefield was quiet, these horses were attached to their old masters, and naturally ran back! ”

"Well, what a sentence of nostalgia for the old master!" Kublai Khan nodded, thoughtful.

Zhao Mengfu, Ye Li and the others changed their faces when they brushed the ground, and their eyes glared at Ye Li, eager to kick him off the horse. The war in Liaodong is progressing unfavorably, and the counterinsurgency mission, which was originally planned to end in a few months, has been fought for nearly a year. At this moment, Kublai Khan's anger was full of nowhere to vent, and the generals of the Mongol army and the Han army were also full of contradictions due to their unfavorable cooperation with each other. At this time, Ye Li didn't open his eyes and said something nonsense about his attachment to the old master, wasn't he in a hurry to find death?

Ye Li shrugged disdainfully, and from his partner's gaze, he could see what everyone was thinking. But how can these philistines guess their own thoughts? Looking at Kublai Khan's face, he said again: "So the minister thinks that it is better for the Mongol army to clean up the battlefield in the future." The Han army regards His Majesty as the Lord, and they are brave in battle, and they should accumulate their strength! ”

"Oh?" Kublai Khan raised his head in surprise and glanced at Ye Li. Several Mongolian ministers who followed Kublai Khan let out a burst of "sneering" laughter, secretly scolding Ye Li in their hearts for not being able to do anything, and at this time they were still thinking about standing up for the Han officials and competing for glory and favor with the Mongols.

On the question of who is the main force of the Mongol army and the Han army, there has been controversy since they went north. Among the 500,000 troops, the Han army accounted for more than eighty percent, and every time they fought with Naiyan, they were the decisive force for victory. However, the physical strength, equipment, and marching speed of the Han army were not comparable to those of the Mongol army. So Kublai Khan has always been very hesitant in his heart, on the one hand, he is afraid that the Han army will have too much merit and it will be difficult to bond in the future. On the other hand, he was dissatisfied with the Mongolian army's always showing mercy to Naiyan, and even refused to kill the killer at critical moments several times.

"Your Majesty, please look!" Ye Li jumped off the war horse, turned over the body of a soldier who was frozen hard, padded it with the sleeve of his robe, pulled out a silver tailless short crossbow from the leather armor, and held it high above the top.

"Hmm!" Kublai Khan's face darkened, and he snorted muttered, without making any comments.

Hututmur glared at Ye Li fiercely, angry that he didn't have long eyes at this time. This half-foot-long short crossbow is Naiyan's killer weapon, coated with poison and fired without warning. The light cavalry under Naiyan's command used the power of this short crossbow to the fullest, and they often attacked at a very close distance, and then drew their swords and rushed forward. Even if the soldiers of the Yuan army escaped the sneak attack of crossbow arrows, they also lost their first hand in the following hand-to-hand combat. (Please support the drunkards to 17k)

In addition, there are long-range weapons such as bed crossbows and ten thousand fire sets in the Naiyan army to help in the war, and in terms of the sophistication of armaments, the Yuan army has little advantage. Especially in the last few battles, Naiyan actually dispatched artillery to fight against Dayuan's artillery division, which was even more unexpected by Kublai Khan's ministers. (Wanhuoji was a high-tech weapon in the Tang and Song dynasties.) Dozens of rockets are concentrated on the iron frame and pushed out with gunpowder to deal with the cavalry, which can have the effect of intensive strikes. ）

These cavalry crossbows, ten thousand fire sets, and artillery pieces must have been sold by Wen Tianxiang to Nai Yan. For Kublai Khan's courtiers, it was no secret that Naiyan had colluded with the remnants of the Song Dynasty in the south. But Kublai Khan didn't want to see Naiyan and Wen Tianxiang collude to such an extent that the remnants of the Song Dynasty were willing to sell him life-saving artillery. In Kublai Khan's heart, Nayan should be killed again, he is also a descendant of the Golden Family, and he has the noble blood of the Mongols in his bones. And Wen Tianxiang's remnant Song is a Han Chinese, the lowest southerner among the Han people! Why did the Golden Family and the Golden Family fight each other, while the Southerners stand aside and watch the excitement!

For this reason, Kublai Khan was reluctant to give the Hanchen around him a good look for a long time. Deep down, I vaguely felt that since the Mongols had colluded with the southerners, Hanchen's loyalty was even less credible. But after thinking about it occasionally, he felt that only Hanchen was credible around him. Just like Ye Li and others, they have betrayed their homeland, and there is indeed no better way out except to follow them behind them with all their hearts. (Please support the drunkards to 17k)

Kublai Khan's ambivalence was seen by many people. Therefore, the ministers of Mongolia, Han, and Semu openly and secretly began a new round of power struggle. Although Hututmur, the left prime minister, suppressed it, everyone failed to make too much trouble, but it also added a lot of unnecessary trouble to the decision-making.

"Your Majesty, don't you think that the Crusaders' artillery fire has become more and more dense recently, and the use of crossbows has also become more and more used." Ye Li was not discouraged, opened another corpse, and pulled out four short crossbows one after another from the gap in the Linggen armor. (Naiyan believes in Christianity and flies cross flags in the army, so Ye Li calls him a crusader)

Kublai Khan paused for a moment, and his gaze fell on Ye Li's churning corpse. The armor of this corpse has not been recovered by the soldiers who inspect the battlefield, and from the fineness of the armor leaves, it can be seen that the deceased should have had a position that was not too low during his lifetime.

Linggen armor is a high-quality armor that is covered with slender steel strips on the outside of leather armor, which is expensive and cannot be consumed by non-noble people. Several clever guards jumped off their horses and wiped the blood from the corpse's face with their sleeves, and a young and handsome face appeared in front of everyone. "It's Chaganbala (White Tiger), the son of Arslen (Lion)!" Someone screamed in surprise. Arslen was once Kublai Khan's bodyguard, and was killed in the battle between Kublai Khan and Ali Buge. Because of his father's exploits, Chaganbala was promoted to the Cowardly Xue Army and became a promising junior officer. The Cowardly Xue Army is the direct subordinate army of the Great Khan of the past dynasties, and the officers of the Mongolian armies above 1,000 households are from the Cowardly Xue Army. Even the current officials of the imperial court have many people who were born in the cowardly Xue army. Therefore, a Mongol important minister like Hututmur, out of various considerations, knew everything that could be made by the cowardly Xue army. Everyone knew that Chaganbala had a bright future, but they didn't expect that in the fierce battle last night, he had already been martyred.

"In the first battle after our army came out of the fortress, only one percent of the dead died from the short crossbow. Now, the ten most ** soldiers who have died in battle ......" Ye Li didn't consider everyone's mood at all, and said to himself.

"Enough!" Kublai Khan let out a loud shout and interrupted Ye Li's words. He knew what Ye Li wanted to express, but he was too confused in his heart to listen to this person's trouble.

Ye Li shrugged his shoulders and flashed to the side. Kublai Khan jumped off his horse and, despite the cold, straightened the armor on Chaganbala's body with his own hands. This set of Linggen armor was given to Chaganbala by himself, and the dense striped armor leaves could block the feathered arrows fired by the horned bow at about a hundred paces. The galloping skills of the Mongols are mostly attacked from this distance. Escaping the scattered firing of feathered arrows, Kublai Khan believed that with Chaganbala's martial arts, he would be able to save his life in the battle between the two armies.

But now that the tactics on the steppe had changed, Kublai Khan closed his eyes and had in his mind the scene of two Mongol light cavalry under different banners facing each other.

The two armies first greeted each other at a distance with feathered arrows, then rode their horses against each other, and drew their scimitars designed by Genghis Khan himself at very close range, at which point the crusaders under the command of Naiyan pulled out their pre-wound crossbows from their bosoms.......

"Great Khan...," Chaganbala, who was already stiff, suddenly moved, muttering.

Even the heroic Kublai Khan was frightened by this call from hell and took a few steps back, his right hand holding the hilt of his sword tightly. Several of the imperial guards jumped over and guarded Kublai Khan closely. More soldiers rushed over and set up a forest of knives around Chaganbala.

"Help, save me!" Chaganbala writhed his body and prayed in Mongolian. A low-ranking general, dressed in a thousand-length uniform, crouched down, peeled off Chaganbala's neck armor, and placed his index and middle fingers on his arteries.

"Help, save me, I don't want to die, I still have ...... at home," Chaganbala muttered in prayer, reaching out to grab something, but unable to close his frozen fingers.

The commander stood up and shook his head gently at Kublai Khan.

After the crowd, Kublai Khan nodded in response.

"Save, save," Chaganbala cried nervously, his cry abruptly stopped. The centurion pulled the dagger out of his boot and ** his throat.

All the soldiers turned around sadly. Kublai Khan slowly walked towards his mount, his lame body staggering more and more. (Please come to support the drunkards)

"Great Khan ......," Hututmur cried out sadly. There is nothing more remorse than killing one's own people with one's own hands. Both on the battlefield and off the battlefield.

"Bury him, and tell his family that he died to protect me. If he has a son, give him a knighthood! Kublai Khan turned back and commanded. I wanted to step on the horse, but accidentally stepped on the air. The war horse was squeezed by the chew, roared, and jumped to the side.

"Great Khan!" Several of the guards quickly fell to their knees and stretched their backs at Kublai Khan's feet.

Kublai Khan jumped on his horse on a human cushion, untied his leather whip from the side of the saddle bridge, and whipped his mount several times. The beaten Da Wanliang horse soared into the air with four hooves and galloped forward quickly.

"Great Khan!" Hututmur, Ye Li and other Mongolian and Khan ministers were all shocked, jumped on horseback, and desperately chased after Kublai Khan.

"Let Ye Li transfer 20,000 Han troops, and within three days, all the temples with cross flags within a radius of 100 miles will be demolished. Chop down all the natives, whether Mongol, Han, or Jurchen, who are taller than the wheels. Sell those who are not taller than the wheels to the Central Plains and be slaved for generations! "Kublai Khan's roar came from afar, stabbing them in the faces, colder than the north wind.

"Think twice!" Hututmur was startled and shouted as he rode his horse in hot pursuit.

Judging from Nayan's calm demeanor during the battle, Hututmur knew that there should be several tribes nearby that supported Nayan. This kind of tribe that lives by water and grass will definitely not be inhabited by Han people. Kublai Khan's knife was cut down, and in the future, the Mongols in Liaodong would never become one with the Mongols in the Central Plains.

"Respect the order of my emperor!" Ye Li grabbed the war horse, clasped his hands into fists, and shouted in the direction where Kublai Khan disappeared.

Zhao Mengfu turned his horse's head and looked at Ye Li in disbelief. Suddenly, he found that this Qingliu character, who risked his life several times to expose Jia Rudao's crimes of misleading the country, did not have a trace of pity on his face, on the contrary, with a kind of pride that was deeply valued.

"Ye Shangshu, Zhao congratulates Shangshu for this. Three days later, Ye Shangshu's official robe will definitely change color! Zhao Mengfu spat at the ground and said coldly.

He didn't understand why Ye Li's character had changed so quickly. Zhao Mengfu did not dare to despise this Southern Song Dynasty "celebrity" when he heard the call of Kublai Khan, bowed to the north, and said, 'Shi has to do what he says, this minister is also long-cherished, and dares not to obey the edict!' And all sorts of scandals. After all, Confucianism emphasizes choosing the master and serving, and the Zhao family had too many negative leaves and plums back then. When the emperor was too mediocre, Ye Li's behavior of abandoning the south and north could not be regarded as fault in the eyes of Confucianism. Even after defecting to the north, Ye Li repeatedly made good plans to deal with the remnants of the Song Dynasty in front of Kublai Khan, which was also his due responsibility.

But instigating the emperor to kill people is an evil that no Confucian school can tolerate. The reason why Kublai Khan moved to kill today was all because Ye Li was beside him. His seemingly outspoken words of advice have caused tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of innocent people to die. (Please come to support the drunkards)

"Ye is also for my Great Yuan Heavenly Dynasty!" Ye Li smiled and explained in a low voice. He was very proud to be able to make Kublai Khan accept his insights at the last moment, people, that is, to cultivate oneself, to work together, to govern the country, and to level the world. If you don't have a certain position, how can you display your ambitions. I came from a humble background, and when I came to the Northern Dynasty, my initial official position was only five grades, but now I am already a scholar, and if I am promoted one more level, I guess I should have the opportunity to be promoted to a positive first grade, right?

"Isn't Lord Ye afraid that tens of thousands of unjust souls outside the fortress will disturb you day and night?" Zhao Mengfu couldn't bear it anymore and reprimanded.

"Wronged souls, since they are thieves, what are they wronged? Besides, if Your Majesty refuses to give up the distinction between Mongolia and Han in his heart, how can he become the co-master of the world. Lord Zhao saw that Ye was ruthless, why didn't he see that from now on, His Majesty would be the Majesty of the people of the world, not just the Majesty of the Mongols! Ye Li Zhengse retorted, as if he had done a very good deed, but he was not understood by the world.

"Your Majesty?" Zhao Mengfu asked in surprise. In an instant, he understood what Ye Li meant. From the perspective of Hanchen's interests, Ye Li has indeed done a remarkable job. After a massacre, the most trustworthy force in the hands of Kublai Khan was definitely no longer the Mongol armies.

We betrayed the Han Chinese, Your Majesty abandoned the Mongols, and this Great Yuan world turned out to be a paradise for traitors and executioners! Looking at Ye Li's triumphant back, Zhao Mengfu thought sadly.

In the sunlight, his shadow stumbled among the corpses, lonely.

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