"Ahead are the people who answered us." Jian Cheng said in a deep voice, but even the war horse under his crotch snorted uneasily. Zhao Xingde stared at the shadowy front-line enemy cavalry, saw clearly the banner of the Xuande Army in Xijing Road, Liao, and frowned.

"They have a military intelligence department's code." Jian Cheng also had a suspicious look on his face, the internal instruction of the Chengying Army was "everything must be solved by yourself", and he was alone behind the enemy, even if it was the document of the General's Mansion, he could not be gullible.

More than 3,000 horsemen on the opposite side are getting closer and closer, "This is clearly the Liao army." Wang Tongdeng said in a deep voice. Tightening the horse's belly, he took off the lance with his right hand, "Alert! The centurion commanded loudly, and the cavalry raised their lances one after another, controlling their horses to form a neat battle line.

The army on the opposite side continued to march slowly, stopping at a distance of three hundred paces, and three horsemen rushed out of the formation and stood between the two armies. The middle general led the head with a red forehead, without an iron helmet, with bright armor on the front chest, a thick leather belt on the back, and a gray wolf's skin coat on the outside, and a bow and arrow hanging behind the saddle. Two fully armored soldiers surrounded him in the middle, with large guns in their hands, and looked vigilantly at the side of the Chengying Army.

"Is this the Liao Army? It's clearly Song Jun. Jian Cheng was surprised that the Liao and Song people were very easy to distinguish in terms of appearance and temperament. The Liao army's formation was also more sparse.

"No, this is the Han Army." Zhao Xingde said in a deep voice, "The Han army that fought for the Liao State. He kicked the horse in the belly, and the horse ran lightly to the center of the battlefield. It is not surprising that the Military Intelligence Department was able to contact a Han army of the Liao State to make an internal response for them, but it is strange that such a large scale was dispatched.

"This general is Liu Qutong, the envoy of the Xuande Army, I heard that you are going to Yangcheng?" The general, with a short beard on his face and lips, was burly, and he slanted his round eyes at the team of seven hundred people behind Zhao Xingde, with a hint of arrogance.

Yangcheng is the distribution center of Liao's commerce, gold and silver, silk cloth, beeswax and deep mountain medicinal materials from Liaodong, as well as clam beads, green rats, mink rats, glue fish skins, cattle, alpaca horses, and other things from the Liaodong Kingdom are gathered here, and many merchants of Xia and Song also bring a large number of goods from the Central Plains to Yangcheng to trade through smuggling means.

"Exactly, I hope the general will make it convenient." Zhao Xingde arched his hand, and secretly scolded the people of the Military Intelligence Department in his heart, just find a guide, how did he catch such a guy. He looked at the cavalry opposite, and although they were sparse, their demeanor was very fierce and fierce, and the horses were well controlled.

Liu Qutong waved the horsewhip in his hand and said, "Follow us, don't make trouble on the road." The tone was as if he owed him eight hundred pieces of silver, turned the horse's head, his two guards stared at Zhao Xingde fiercely, followed the main general, more than 3,000 horsemen turned to the northeast, Zhao Xingde's team of 700 horsemen mixed in it, but there was no trace.

The horse team walked for about half an hour before coming to a camp, there were a large number of people and grain trucks and other goods in the camp, and only seven or eight hundred people were left in the camp to guard, Liu Qutong pointed to a vacant place for Zhao Xingde to camp down, and his own army was watching on three sides.

"General Zhao, these bastards can't be human trafficking, right?" Jian Cheng went around the camp, he rode alone and drilled around, and Liu Qutong's department didn't take care of it. There is also a general who seems to want to sell his favor, and secretly told Jian Cheng in private that if he wants to vent his anger, let him go to the women's camp and choose whichever he likes. "I see that there are at least two or three thousand women in this camp, and his grandmother's." Jian Cheng said indignantly, he had never encountered such a thing in Xia Land all year round.

"He is capable of taking great risks to coerce us into infiltrating the Liao Realm, what's so strange about trafficking some people?" Wang Tongdeng said disapprerovingly, his voice changed, and he muttered, "I'm just strange, many grassland tribes can't even support their own people, where can they buy so many women." They can't afford to raise idlers. He said as he wiped the knife he had with him.

Centurion Tang Qiyong sighed: "Since this Liu Qu is committed to our court, why didn't the Military Intelligence Department completely recruit him, but instead asked them to do some indiscriminate things." ”

Wang Tongdeng sneered: "Even if I do my best to help, they may not do three indiscriminate things. ”

A few centurions, you and I said a word, and Zhao Xingde and Jin Changtai spread out the map of the march. The current situation, the Military Intelligence Department did not make it clear in advance, if everything was fine, the seventh battalion of Chengying successfully passed Yangcheng, avoided the golden lotus river grassland with abundant water and grass, and marched northeast a short distance into the sparsely populated Daxianbei Mountain. If the situation is not harmonious, then desperately fight north, although this group of Han soldiers is numerous, most of them only have one horse, more than two horses, and carry so many burdens. As long as the Chengying Battalion keeps going north, it is a vast and sparsely populated place, and even enters the sphere of influence of the Anbei Military Division.

In the vast grassland, an old horse that has taken off the reins is hobbling alone. A dozen or so Mlbers followed the old horse from a distance. Their sheepskin jackets were covered with the simplest armour, and each man carried several pack horses with ropes behind his saddle. Except for a small amount of miscellaneous goods and water bladders, the pack horse had only large empty leather sacs hanging from the saddle.

"Timur," asked Migu carefully, "does this work?" He licked his chapped lips, and the Great Khan said that in this way he would find the treasure buried by his ancestors, but it had been four or five days since he had been wandering aimlessly behind the old mare, and the hope of finding the treasure was getting slimmer and slimmer. Although the Great Khan of Bosheng had a small box to show the way, he was still worried about getting lost.

Timur's face changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Immortal Heaven blesses." The method passed down from the ancestors naturally works. He didn't seem to have said anything, but he looked cautiously ahead, and the face of the Great Khan, who was riding alone in front, was as ugly as a dead man. Timur was a confidant who had followed Haidu Khan for more than ten years, and many other generals did not know, and he buried the secrets of the Murb patriarch in his heart, and would rather let him rot in it than tell it.

Gu Gu said in a deep voice: "If we can't find the treasure, we will rob them of the Han people." He pinched the tattered carpet wrapped around the saddle, and inside was the hard scabbard. As he spoke, he was also a little worried in his heart, most of the rich Han families in the south lived in the city, and the slaves outside the city were even poorer than the Erbo, thin and dirty, similar to the livestock that no one raised. If they insisted on attacking a tribe or a city, the Mlb tribe would have to kill and wound many warriors.

Bo Shenghuo's face was gloomy, his eyes staring directly at the old horse in front of him, and his eyes were full of infinite expectations and greed.

There were still tens of thousands of cavalry on the Mlb, and the tribes on the steppe were still full of fear of them, and more tribal leaders who were dissatisfied with the Xia army's shadow household system also reported to the Mlb. However, the greatest threat to Bo Shenghuo did not come from the Xia Kingdom, but from the Khitans, who were regarded as allies by most of the clansmen.

The Khitan Emperor Yelu Dashi actually promised his only princess to Tachi, and after learning that Bo Shenghuo was still in trouble with the Xia people on the grassland, he generously sealed him as a northwest envoy and allowed him to set up a big tent in the mandarin duck in the hinterland of the Liao State. However, the two guys, Tachi and Urgon, have been completely damped by the ecstasy soup of Yelu Dashi and lost their opinions, not only did they not bring the soldiers and horses back to the grassland, but also went to the south and the north for the Great Liao State, and Tachi even wrote to Bo Shenghuo, saying that the Song Kingdom in the south was rich in products and treasures, and that was the place where the warriors of Murbo used their weapons.

"This little white-eyed wolf," Bo Shenghuo muttered in a low voice, "is about to be raised as a dog by that old fox of Yelu Dashi." What kind of place is the Song State, the 800,000 forbidden army, all of them have iron armor, and there are tens of thousands of cavalry alone, and even the powerful Xia State can't swallow them. He paused for a moment, and then muttered, "When did this little wolf cub learn to write, he didn't learn to whip him with a horsewhip before." This Yelu Dashi is really a character. Bo Shenghuo took a deep breath of the fresh air on the grassland, "The people of Murbo were born to herd horses and sheep on the grassland, if they lose even the grassland, what kind of heroes are they called." "What's more, the Murb people are wolves on the steppe, and they can't always cling to the wings of the Liao State like dogs.

He had said these things many times among his generals, but the tens of thousands of Murbs could not keep running around like horse thieves, and the people wanted women and wealth. These people still yearn for Tachi and Urgon's side, and some even privately discuss that it is better to fight for the Khitans than to gnaw sand on the steppe, and women and wealth are all available.

Suddenly, Bo Shenghuo's eyes lit up, and the old horse stopped in a lush meadow, but instead of lowering his head to graze, he wandered and began to look up to the sky and feel compassion. "This is the place," he said, holding back the excitement in his heart, and after a moment of careful observation, he was finally completely sure, and after the relief, a strong sense of shame and uneasiness welled up in his heart.

"Great Khan, is this this the place?" Migu hurriedly hurried up and asked.

"That's right." Bo Shenghuo's face was gloomy, and when he turned his head, he and Timur did not doubt his words in the slightest, and they all rejoiced, removing the shovel and pickaxe, which were not common tools in the steppe, from the back of the pack horse.

"Wait a minute." Bo Shenghuo raised his hand to stop his men's rash moves, and he asked his people to erect eight spears high, then hung the meat of the white horse that had just been slaughtered on the tip of the spear, and then threw grain into the ground. Bo Sheng prostrate in the middle of the spear, three times five bodies to the ground, kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed and chanting words, his voice was very small, and the clansmen behind him could not hear clearly.

"What's going on? Aren't we here to dig up treasures? Migu's face changed slightly, and he asked in a low voice.

"This is the place," said Timur's face, which was cloudy, "where the patriarchs and wealth of the Murb were buried." He stared ahead, and Bo Shenghuo was still kneeling on the ground, his back full of sorrow and determination, and continued to pray for the forgiveness of the immortal heavens and his ancestors.

Author: Today's second update, the first one is sent.