At first hearing the bad news, Urgon and Tachi's faces changed drastically, and both of them looked at each other in disbelief. After a while, Urgon Sulber stammered, "General, you are not lying to us, are you? ”

Jerodashi shook his head, and waved his hand for his soldiers to bring the messenger to the Urb, and Urgon and Tachi were convinced.

Tachi's eyes were red, and he crumbled the scabbard. And Urgon said fiercely over and over again: "Despicable Xia people. "These two men were like two beasts about to be enraged, and even the guards in the tent put their hands on the hilts of their swords, warning them to go berserk and injure others.

Yelu Dashi still looked at them with sympathy, reached out and patted Urgon on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "The Urbo people are allies of the Khitan, and I will never sit idly by and watch Haidu Khan be killed. He thought about it in his heart, all the people of the Erbo tribe had been captured by the Xia people, and the tribal army hanging alone in the territory of the Liao State had become a tree without roots, and the duckweed on the water was an opportunity to use it for himself.

Urgon raised his head gratefully, and was about to say thanks, but he heard Yelu Dashi say slowly: "Although Haidu Khan was killed by the Xia people, the agreement between me and the Murbo people is still valid. He gave him a slight high-five, and his own soldiers presented the map, and Yelu Dashi pointed to the grassland road in the north of the four prefectures of Yunying Huanshuo, "The Xiaohai area is being ravaged by summer thieves, and when the war in the north is over, this place can be grazed for cattle and sheep for the Murbo people." ”

The two of them were feeling sad in their hearts, and Urgon nodded, choking up, "Thank you, General." ”

Tachi's lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound. Yelu Dashi saw it in his eyes, his face was slightly sluggish, and he said: "This Yunying Huanshuo four prefectures are naturally also from the Murbo people, but the Han people in the city are not very honest, and the Khitan officials can help you manage it first, and when the Murbo people want to govern the Han people, they can also do it." ”

Urgon only wanted revenge, sank his heart, raised his head and said to Yelu Dashi: "The people of the Xia Kingdom killed my father Khan and took away my people, this is different from Dai Tian's hatred, and I also ask the general to uphold justice and help the Murbo people avenge their hatred." Although he is rude, he understands the truth that only with strength can he speak, and the Erbo Division, who was once the leader of the alliance in the northern part of the desert, is no longer there, and he does not dare to mention the matter of the Liao State ceding the land, he just wants to wait for the Khitan situation to stabilize, borrow troops from Yelu Dashi, borrow grain and grass, and take revenge on the Xia people.

Yelu Dashi nodded and said, "This is natural." ”

"Thank you, sir!" Urgon bowed. Tachi's eyes are complicated, and although he is not on good terms with his father, he is still worried about the safety of his family.

"I asked General Yelu Tiege to make some preparations," Yelu Dashi patted Tachi on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "I will swear an oath with the Murbo people today to kill the bull and white horse, and from now on, the people of Xia will be our common enemies of life and death!" "Although Yelu Dashi only calls himself a general, the Khitan warriors here are all focused on him, even outsiders such as Tachi and Urgon know that as long as Yelu Yanxi is defeated and captures Shangjing, Yelu Dashi will become the emperor of Liao. At a time when the Murb tribe was in danger, such a man was willing to surrender to dignity and solemnly allied with the Mlb, and both Tachi and Urgon could not help but be grateful.

In the school yard outside the tent of the Chinese military camp, the north wind blew the battle flags and rattled, Yelu Tiege was already waiting in line with 5,000 Khitan cavalry, and another team of craftsmen was erecting a high altar. The nobles of Murb, who had received the message, came on horseback and stood under the altar. The white horse and the green ox are the common totems of the Khitan and the Murbo people, and the oath to kill the white horse and the green ox is the heaviest oath. Whether it is the Khitan or the Murbo, everyone looks solemn. Han Chinese slaves and maidservants were driven far away.

After a while, the sound of the beard and the beating of the drums sounded, and two green oxen and white horses were brought to the altar and tied up strongly. This green ox and white horse was originally a sacred beast raised for sacrifice, quite spiritual, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. Under the altar, a roaring fire had already been lit. The shamans, dressed in solemn vestments, dance around the altar for three turns, and then begin the sacrifice. First sacrifice to the sky with the head of a green ox and the head of a white horse, and then sacrifice to the god of fire. The blood of cows and horses was poured into the wine bowl. Yelu Dashi and Urgon swore to the heavens respectively, and the Khitan and Murbo tribes were all allies, sharing life and death, and crusading against the Xia Kingdom together.

After the leader told the heavens, all the noble Khitan and Murbo people drank the blood wine together and repeated the oath to the heavens. This symbolizes an alliance between the two clans, not between the chiefs. The shamans once again sang and danced loudly around the roaring fire, and the surrounding Khitan soldiers cheered in unison, at which time the blood of the green ox and white horse gradually flowed out, and the formal sacrificial ceremony ended. After that, a feast was held in the Chinese military tent, and the Mirbo and Khitan celebrated the alliance together.

Jerod stood high on the altar with Urgon overlooking the battlefield. Steep mountains to the north, and the East China Sea to the south.

The narrow corridor between the mountains and the sea is the only way for the northern army to enter and exit Nanjing, and it is also the place where the two Liao armies in the north and south are facing each other today. This battlefield is densely covered with hills, the terrain is undulating, easy to defend and difficult to attack, Yelu Dashi laid down the camp of the Han army camp and the iron wall camp here, and also requisitioned tens of thousands of signed troops, and dragged dozens of iron barrel cannons in Nanjing City here. The terrain in the south of the battlefield is flat, suitable for cavalry galloping, so tens of thousands of Khitan tribal cavalry troops were arranged. The elite cavalry of Yelu Dashi's headquarters, and the cavalry of the northern Mobei tribe, were lined up as a large camp of the Chinese army behind the defense line.

A few miles away, the camp of Yelu Yanxi's army stretched from the North Mountain to the sea. Countless continuous camps in the sky, flags fluttering, a team of bright armor and leather room army, the elite of the palace army galloped in and out of the camp, and the armor of the heavy cavalry of the Tielin Army reflected the sun dazzlingly. However, there was a dejected air in the sky above the camp, and the soldiers at the gate of the camp were weakly holding their spears. The so-called elite soldiers in the leather room, when distributing military meals, rushed up in a mess. According to the detailed report, in order to buy people's hearts, Yelu Yanxi rewarded generals and soldiers many times for no reason, but the rewards were unfair, but they made the army even more dissatisfied.

Yelu Dashi's gaze crossed the camp of the Liao army in the north, and then looked north, "Yelu Yanxi is pouring out, Yelu Zhangnu should also do it in Shangjing." Wait until the rear is cut off from food and grass, and see if you let the army eat horse meat, or retire? A trace of pity flashed in his eyes, in all fairness, Yelu Yanxi did not lose his martial spirit, but he was so mediocre that everyone rebelled and left his relatives and stayed in the throne, which was only a drag from the Khitan people.

On the road from Mobei to Yunzhou, more than 10,000 Murbo people were moving slowly. Similar to ordinary nomadic tribes, they drove carts loaded with dome tents and herds of cattle, sheep, and horses. Unlike ordinary nomadic tribes, these Mlbs were all sturdy men, and although most of them had only rudimentary leather armor and blades, they were a formidable force in the steppes. Hundreds of fully armored horsemen surrounded a somewhat premature man in the middle. Berthauer frowned tightly, as if he was always at ease.

At the back of the team, dust suddenly rose, and the captain of the sentry cavalry, who was on guard of the guard, quickly beat his horse over, and said with a hasty look on his face: "The Xia people attacked the camp of the Great Khan, and only Timur escorted the clansmen to escape. The captain of the sentry cavalry pointed his hand back, and saw a faint line of men and horses on the northern horizon, and two or three horsemen were rushing out of the crowd, speeding up to beat the horses.

"What?" Boshenghuo Mirb lost his voice, and another voice immediately sounded in his head, "The Mulbo tribe is finished!" "In the northern desert tribe, no one knows the Xia army better than Boshenghuo Erbo. He forcibly pressed the pain in his chest, took out a clairvoyant mirror from his bosom that had been reprimanded by Haidu Khan as a child's toy, and looked behind him, only to see that the first rider was his father Khan's most trusted brave general, Timur. He is as loyal to Haidu Khan as a dog, and Haidu Khan will not let him leave his side easily unless he has to. Looking at Timur, who was covered with wind and dust, ragged clothes, and still wounded, getting closer and closer, when he came to the front, the horse jumped off the saddle without stopping, and crawled to the ground in front of Boshenghuo Erboma, kneeling and saying: "Young Master Boshenghuo, the people of Xia have attacked the tribe. Sweat...... Great Khan, let you, you must avenge him! His voice was hoarse, with great pain and hatred.

When Bo Shenghuo Murbo heard this, his body trembled slightly, and he felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost fell off his horse. He forced himself to hold his mind and said in a slow and deep voice: "How did the people of the Xia Kingdom sneak attack the tribe, you tell me in detail. Timur raised his head, and Bosheng saw that the dust and sweat on his face were mixed together, and he was embarrassed, with wounds on his body, and his expression was as sad as a frightened bird, and his heart ached.

"More than a month ago, tens of thousands of Xia troops suddenly attacked us......" Timur coughed a few times in a hoarse voice. Bo Sheng suddenly saw that his lips were dry and had been blistered, and waved his hand to ask his attendant to hand him a pot of water. Timur's subordinates have been fleeing south for the past few days, and there is no extra time to dig wells to get water, and at this moment his throat is already dry and smoking, so he is not polite, and takes the water bladder and drinks it all before continuing. Bo Shenghuo's cronies had already gathered around him to listen to him tell the bad news about what had happened in the tribe. As they listened, they beat their chests and feet.

At this time, the Urb nobles who Timur was guarding also arrived, and several wives and children of the commander of a thousand and a hundred were among them. The other Urb people, whose relatives did not know what had happened to them, were all pale as dirt, and some of them even wailed and wept. More than 10,000 troops could no longer advance, so they could only camp in place, and at night, in addition to silence, the camp was full of crying.

The lights of the tent of Boshenghuo Erbo were lit all night, and in the morning, he gathered all the generals and said in a deep voice: "I have decided not to go to Yunzhou, but to return to Mobei immediately, the Xia people have attacked us, and we will seek revenge from the Xia people." The generals looked at the eldest son of Haidu Khan, who was known for his uselessness, and after a night of thought, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, and he did not look like he was pampered at all.

"Young Master Bo Shenghuo, Yunzhou was promised to us by the Khitans? Really not going? "There was a general who said timidly that the Xia army could sweep away the Murbo camp in one fell swoop, and Haidu Khan was killed in battle. This useless Bo Sheng led 10,000 Erbo people back to fight with the Xia people, undoubtedly self-defeating, I heard that Yunzhou in the south has abundant water and grass, and the climate is warm, I don't know how much better than Mobei. His words resonated with many generals, who echoed them one after another, and looked at Bo Shenghuo with questioning eyes.

Bo Shenghuo Murbo coldly glanced at the generals who advocated going to Yunzhou, so that people did not dare to look at him, and had to lower their heads. He sighed and said in a deep voice, "Will the jackal give up the lamb to the wounded tiger?" Because of the strength of the Erbo tribe, the Khitan are willing to hand over Yunying Huanshuo Prefecture to us, and now they still want to take over the prefectures and grasslands in the south smoothly, isn't this a pipe dream? ”

Several generals still had unconvinced looks on their faces, and before they could speak, Bo Shenghuo said again: "I have made up my mind, go back to Mobei to find the Xia people for revenge." Whoever doesn't want to go with me, go to Urgon and Tachi yourself," he paused, tore open the placket of his chest, looked at the generals below, and said in a deep voice: "Also, from now on, I will be the Great Khan of the Murb tribe!" ”