Han Ningshuang hurriedly explained to Wang Xuansu, and Wanyan Meini chattered beside her: "I'm really envious, I really want to lead soldiers and horses to kill the enemy, but my father listened to the nonsense of outsiders, saying that women's families can't fight." I just don't accept it, starting from the Nine Heavenly Girl, the women of the tribe for generations can kill the enemy, and my aunt also has her own Meng'an. ”

Wanyan Meini came alone, but Han Ningshuang brought twenty horsemen, which made her even more envious, and kept saying that she wanted to ask her father for fierce peace along the way, Han Ningshuang was noncommittal, and the two of them came to the side of a circle of tents without saying a word. The tent in the center is slightly larger than the adjacent Jurchen tabernacle, and the freshly peeled birch bark exudes a familiar scent. Han Ningshuang only felt that the end of her nose was sour, she held back her tears, asked the guards to wait outside, and she and Wanyan Meini bent down and got into the tent.

The tent was quiet and bright, with sunlight streaming in through the skylight at the top of the tent. A woman in her fifties sat on a piece of elk skin, and in front of her a polished deerskin was spread out needles and threads, fish skins, iron rings, knives, pearls, etc. She looked up, her hair was as black as black silk, but now it was a little gray, but the braid was still tied with jade-colored seashells, and her face was full of deep and fine wrinkles, and her eyes were sunken even more, and her eyes, which used to shine like stars in the sky, were now cloudy. She used to shine as silver as the crescent moon, and she was the most beautiful woman in the tribe, the only sister of Wanyan Aguta, and the aunt of Wanyan Meini, Wu Yaren.

"Minnie, my good daughter." Wu Yaren put down what he was holding and stood up, tears streaming down his eyes. Han Ningshuang and Wanyan Meini hurriedly walked over to support her, Wanyan Meini saw that she was sad, and deliberately pouted: "Auntie, which Meini are you talking about?" Han Ningshuang's eyes were slightly red, and she choked up: "Mother Meini." ”

When she was hidden in the Wanyan tribe, Han Ningshuang and Wanyan Meini used the same name, and outsiders always confused these two little girls. This is the remnants of the Han clan following the wisdom of Cheng Ying, a guest of the Zhao family, in order to prevent the Liao court from discovering Han Ningshuang's whereabouts. In the original tribe, except after giving birth, women were no different from men, and all tribes were unwilling to marry women for nothing, nor could they marry people with the same surname, so there were some women in the tribe who carried children alone. Wanyan Wuyaren has been shooting arrows and fighting with her brothers since she was a little girl, and she has neither married nor had children. After Han Ningshuang's mother was gone, Han Ningshuang and Wanyan Meini, who were fostered in the Wanyan tribe, were like her two children, and the tribesmen called Wanyan Wuyaren "Minni's mother".

"Minnie, I'm making clothes for you." Wanyan Wuyaren pointed to the half-made clothes in front of him. It was a long dress with a tight waist, a few precious round colored pearls had been sewn on the neckline and cuffs, and the back of the robe was embroidered with the phoenix and moire patterns that the Han people liked. Wanyan Meini said angrily: "Auntie, I am Meini." Looking at those rare pearls, her eyes sparkled, and she shook Wu Yaren's hand and said, "I am, I am." After seeing that Yan Wuyaren only looked at Han Ningshuang's hand, and seemed to ignore her completely, Wanyan Meini changed her words again: "I won't rob Ningshuang, you can also make me a dress, good aunt, auntie." ”

Wanyan Wuyaren glanced at her helplessly, then looked at Ning Shuang, and said, "What is there to fight for." Wushu is going to propose marriage to Minnie, and I will make her a beautiful dress so that she can marry. A hint of joy flashed in Wanyan Meini's eyes, and she smiled: "Really, is Ning Shuang going to be my sister-in-law?" She shook her head and wondered, "But she is a sister of the clan, how can she marry the fourth brother." "Ning Shuang's surname is Han, right?" Wanyan Wuya couldn't help but smile in her eyes, bent two fingers and knocked Wanyan Meini's forehead and said, "Let your fourth brother hear it, he has to marry you to the wild Jurchen tribe in the north of the Tongjiang River." ”

Wanyan Meini twisted her eyebrows, and said: "If he dares to do this, I will fight with him with a knife." She grabbed Han Ningshuang's shoulders with both hands and said with a smile: "Ningshuang, the vultures are the worst, don't promise him, at least ......" She frowned and thought for a while, "Let him take five hundred horses and five hundred cattle in exchange." ”

Han Ningshuang pushed her and said angrily: "You just changed cattle for horses, I won't agree to Wushu, are you satisfied, Minnie?" After speaking, she glanced at Wu Yaren, but her eyes were extremely serious. Wanyan Wuya sighed in her heart, didn't persuade her anymore, lowered her head and picked up the needle and thread, while humming the old songs that have been passed down from generation to generation, while continuing to sew the fishskin dress in her hand. With the trade between the Jurchen tribe and the south, many nobles were accustomed to wearing cloth and silk, while poor families often did not have such exquisite sewing methods and materials, and such handmade and delicate fishskin long skirts became more and more rare, so Wanyan Meini would covet the good dress made by Aunt Wuya Ren for Han Ningshuang.

The two girls laughed for a while, lowered their heads and picked up their things, humming along while helping Yan Wuya to help. It's just that both of them are absent-minded, and this unique sewing skill of the Wanyan tribe is afraid that it will be lost in the future.

"Mother Minnie, in a few days, I will leave here, and I will fight with the Khitans for my people."

"My Minnie has grown up......" "Good aunt, I'm Minnie." The sound of the song came out, and the soldiers belonging to Wanyan Wu Yaren carefully guarded the outside of the tent. In addition to the camp tents of more than 100 cavalry soldiers around here, Wu Yaren's Meng'an stayed in Ningjiang Prefecture and guarded the large warehouse for the tribe to store grain and grass.

In the emperor's village not far from here, Wanyan Zongbi said with indignation on his face: "Why can't you leave Ningshuang behind, she is the leader of the Han army, as long as she stays, the Han army will either obey our orders, or the dragons will be leaderless, father, I am not just for myself." ”

Seeing his son spread his hands and look open-minded, Wan Yan smiled and said, "Ning Shuang is a good girl, I have already asked your aunt to persuade her." A complicated look flashed in his eyes, and his tone changed, and he said, "But if she doesn't want to, we can't forcibly keep her, not in the past, and not in the future." His tone was extraordinarily affirmative.

Wanyan Zongbi's chest rushed to the top of his head, and he asked loudly, "Why not?" ”

"Because you have to keep your word." Wanyan Aguda's face was slightly gloomy, and he said in a deep voice.

"But our alliance with the Han army has not yet been signed." Wanyan Zongbi said in a deep voice, "Leaving the condensation frost behind is not our dishonesty." She is the leader of the Han people, and if she is in our hands, the Han people in Liaodong will submit to us. ”

"It's not the same thing." Wanyan Agu's voice was a little low, "If Ning Shuang is the leader of the Han people, she will also keep her word, and Ning Shuang will not be our enemy." Our common enemy is the Khitans. Because of his advanced age, he closed his eyes a little tiredly, apparently unwilling to discuss the matter again. The stubbornness of the father and his strategy are equally well-known in the Wanyan tribe, and although Wanyan Zongbi has an ugly face, he still has to turn around and retreat.

In Zhao Xingde's tent, Du Blowing Jiaobing said: "General Zhao, Miss Han sent someone to inform you that everyone is ready to pack up, maybe the alliance between the Han army and the Jin State will be negotiated in the next few days, and they will return to the cottage." ”

"Got it." Zhao Xingde said in a deep voice, he looked at the map absentmindedly. Han Ningshuang and the Han army who regard her as the leader of the alliance are really not fuel-efficient lamps. Originally, the Protectorate planned to aid the Han army and lay a nail that really belonged to the Xia State in Liaodong. Now it seems that the Phoenix Mountain where the Xia army was arranged happened to be in the middle of the Han army's territory, a slightly northerly position, that is to say, once Han Ningshuang concentrated most of the Han army in the south of Taibai Mountain, the area on the Yalu River, the Xia army will have Han troops stationed in the east, west, and south, and if you want to develop your power, you can only fight with the Jurchens or Liao people to the north, or contact with the Goryeo army. To the south, you need to get supplies and reinforcements from the sea, and you have to pass through the other Han defenses.

"Without depth, even if the artillery arrives, it will be difficult to make a difference." Zhao Xingde said to himself, "Unexpectedly, I offered a plan to coerce the people, and the Han army coerced our army in." "If the Xia army doesn't want to challenge the Liao army or the Jin army alone, it can only fight in coordination with the Han army. It's okay to shrink into Tuntian in Sanyin Village, so what do you want Chengying to do in Liaodong? Hostage? Zhao Xingde took a deep breath of stuffiness in his chest, unfolded a blank piece of paper, and began to write a frontier observation military report on the Han army as part of the military affairs of the Chengying Battalion.

In the past ten days, although there are elements of the Han army deliberately showing its strength, Zhao Xingde really feels that both the Protectorate and the Military Intelligence Department have underestimated the strength of the Han army and the ambitions of the other party. Han Ningshuang said that there were no more than 10,000 combatable soldiers in the Han army, and the others were all strong men selected among the people, but who knows? The Han army was able to forcibly move the stragglers all over Liaodong to reorganize the village, at least not the rabble that was originally imagined. Zhao Xingde had already seen the previous battles, these Han troops were at least less afraid of death than the Song army, and if they had better armor and blades than they were now, and proper training, they would show surprising potential in war. "But for whom exactly will they fight?"

Zhao Xingde rolled up the map, walked out of the tent with a deep groan, and squinted his eyes to observe the Han army around him. Most of the Han soldiers knew this General Zhao from the Xia Kingdom, and the high-ranking officials bowed to him, and the low-ranking officials also showed considerable respect. Judging from the appearance alone, most of the Han people in Liaodong are very different from the Hu people, and those like the soldiers of the Xia State who meticulously retain the Central Plains hair bun and crown are a minority of the few. Not far away, two Han soldiers were wrestling, and because of boredom, many people gathered in a circle and placed bets for them. "His grandmother's, wealth is in danger!" Someone scolded and scolded.

Zhao Xingde was in a daze, and suddenly Han Ningshuang's voice came from behind him: "General Zhao, don't you press a bet?" ”