Huang Taiji did not dare to leave the hiding place until the night completely covered the valley, and he came to a high place alone. Surveying the Uighur camp 100 meters away with a telescope.

They were completely unguarded, not even basic guards. Huang Taiji was confident that if he was given a hundred Daliao Guards cavalry, he would be able to kill one in and seven out in this camp. Let them know that elite Imperial sergeants have a completely different concept from ordinary nomads.

Once upon a time, there were 5,000 young tribes on the steppe, and 10,000 nomads dared to try to storm the transit fortresses on the Silk Road. If there are 20,000 to 30,000 people who dare to fight, then they can basically become the overlord of the grassland. However, with the introduction of firearms into the grasslands by the Tangut people and the large-scale formation of modern cavalry by the Liao people, the good days of the nomads have come to an end.

The Seljuk Turks were considered the last glory of the nomads, while the Mongol cavalry introduced by the Liao Empire during its westward expedition was semi-modern (grassroots officers were trained from military academies, and soldiers were trained in rotation for more than two years of compulsory military service). Anyone who thinks that gathering a few Uighur tribes can recreate the glory of the Tang Empire is a twitch in the head.

Wake up, it's been 800 years since the Anshi Rebellion!

But Huang Taiji doesn't have a single soldier in his hand now, and he also thinks that he doesn't have Zhao Zilong's ability to kill seven in and seven out, if he really fights alone, it is estimated that a few herdsmen will be able to put themselves down.

The camp on the flat ground spread out a large area, and the camp was lit with bonfires everywhere, and the smell of barbecued mutton and cumin made people's stomachs gurgle, and Brother Huang Taiji had to tighten the belt several times so as not to be too embarrassed.

Watching others eat dinner on the hill, Huang Taiji finally waited for the new program, in which the herdsmen gathered in the camp and lit torches, as if there was some grand gathering.

Huang Taiji found a position on the hill where he could get as close as he could, and took out his monoculars, only to see that in the center of the camp, the Uighurs were solemnly gathered in a circle, and in the center of the circle was a blazing bonfire, and a platform was set up on one side of the bonfire, on which stood three tall black-robed men.

They raised their hands and said something in their mouths, as if they were praying for something. After a while, they all knelt down again and bowed down in the direction of the southwest.

Huang Taiji put away the binoculars, sat down leisurely on the ground, but unceremoniously accepted the worship of these 10,000 people, and gestured twice into the air from time to time: "All the ministers are exempt from courtesy, and they are ...... flat."

After taking advantage of more than 10,000 people leisurely, Huang Taiji suddenly felt a little anxious, so he stood up, unbuckled his belt and let out a flood down the hillside.

"It's so comfortable." Brother Huang Taiji proudly re-tied his trouser belt, only to notice that something seemed to be going on in the camp again.

There was a commotion in the Uighur crowd, and several young men pressed out some old men and women who had been beaten badly, although they were all dying, but they were still trying to shout something to their own tribesmen, but unfortunately the distance between the two sides was too far, and Huang Taiji did not know any Uighur language at all, so he could only guess that they were probably begging for mercy, or they were angrily scolding the black-robed people who were going to lead the entire Uighur tribe to the abyss.

After the black-robed man had spoken a few words aloud to the Uighurs present, he ordered the old men to be escorted together, their hands tied behind their backs. Then there was a scene that made Huang Taiji tremble—the Uighurs present, the young men, who picked up stones and clods of earth, and threw them at the old people with great anger, until they were stoned to death, and everyone was smashed to a blur of flesh and blood, and even after the old men had died, the Uighurs did not spare their corpses, and even cut off their heads and hung them high, as if to warn potential people.

After all this drama, Huang Taiji also felt that it was too dangerous to stay with these Uighurs, and he was afraid that it would be dangerous to go again in the morning, so he returned to the canyon where he had hidden his horses, and prepared to slip away.

Although it was almost midnight, the moon phase was already close to the full moon. Huang Taiji stumbled all the way back to the canyon, and was about to take the horse and leave, when suddenly the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the direction he came, and when he looked back, there were still dotted torches coming. Suddenly, Huang Taiji's hair stood on end, and his heart said that it was not good - could it be that someone noticed the trace? Do I love the son of Nurhachi, the son of the Golden Family, who loves Sinjueluo, to be buried here?

Without further ado, he hurriedly turned over and got on his horse. Holding the reins in one hand, holding the short gun in the other, holding the horse's belly between his legs, he said in his heart: "Success or failure, here is one move!" ”

Just as he was about to gallop his horse, several figures stumbled on the hillside, followed by chasing soldiers shouting and killing. The pursuers held torches and shouted a mixture of Chinese and Uighur languages. Huang Taiji pricked up his ears and only listened: "Chase the traitor!" Kill the traitor! "A few words.

"Looks like they're going to do it to their own people again." Huang Taiji said with some regret: "These Uighurs are not good at fighting, but they are good at killing each other. Otherwise, when the Western Xia army was marching westward, how could 5,000 men and horses break the 100,000 army of the Eastern Qarakhanid Kingdom, the largest country in the Western Regions. ”

Although he said that, Huang Taiji was a rugged uncle with a girl's heart after all, and he still turned his horse's head, holding a short gun in each hand, leaning towards the mountain, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he looked at the people on the hillside. I saw that it seemed to be a family of three, an old couple with a young girl was running wildly, suddenly the old lady seemed to have tripped over something, one stumbled and fell to the ground, the old man and the girl wanted to turn back to help her up, but just like that, the torches of the pursuers had followed up the hillside.

When the pursuers saw them, they were overjoyed, and they cried out in the Uighur dialect, and the old couple seemed to have lost their strength and no strength to flee any longer, so they knelt down before the pursuers and pleaded.

The pursuer kicked the old man over, grabbed the girl's wrist with one hand, and yelled as if to pull her back to be the lady of the village.

When Huang Taiji saw this scene, he was immediately heroic, his left hand shook, and the short gun in his hand "snapped", only to see the chaser figure stunned, subconsciously covered his heart, and collapsed to the ground.

"Hey, let's shoot." Huang Taiji clamped the horse's belly, crossed the river with water, and rushed up the hill, facing the pursuers who were just rushing up the mountain, opened the bow left and right, and the bullets were not missing, and the two short firearms with five consecutive rounds knocked down the pursuers who rushed to the front like thunderbolts, and the rest of the pursuers did not know what to do, so frightened that they turned around and fled. Looking at Huang Taiji again, he inserted the short gun into the pouch on the horse's back, grabbed the carbine, hung the line with one eye, held his breath, put down one with one shot, fired three shots in a row, and put down all the three guys who ran the slowest at the end, laughed, put down the carbine, and replaced it with a new magazine.

At this time, three "traitors" who had fled from the Uighur camp supported each other and came to him tremblingly: "Engong, Engong! ”

Huang Taiji was not in a hurry to dismount and return the salute, and then asked the girl to make a personal promise - he first changed all the bullets of the short gun in a hurry, and then said: "This is not the place to talk, let's go away first." ”

The three fleeing Uighurs were grateful and crossed the river with him, and the maiden dug out a hidden baggage in a hole in the stream by the stream—apparently prepared for the escape.

Huang Taiji rode a horse and escorted three unarmed Uighurs to the northwest—he did not mean to respect the old and love the young, and as a Jurchen, his conscience was very limited—if he gave the horse to the old man to walk on his own, Huang Taiji felt that even if the maiden made a promise, then he would have to have his life to absorb this blessing.

Fortunately, they moved quickly, and no one caught up after walking out for a long time. Huang Taiji felt a little relieved in his heart—if it was really the other party's hundred horsemen chasing him, he might have to slap the horse and slip away—after walking more than ten miles, Huang Taiji asked in Chinese: "Are you Uighurs?" Why are they chasing you? ”

The girl replied: "My name is Qulandam, and this is my parents, and we are both Uighurs." Those are our people...... They want to arrest us back, and if we don't save us, we will definitely die. ”

Huang Taiji felt pity in his heart, and asked again: "What mistake did you make?" Will your people put you to death? ”

Qulandam replied, "We don't want to change the faith of those black-robed missionaries. And they will put all the heathen to death. Today they have publicly executed some old people, and if we don't escape, sooner or later we will end up like them. ”

Huang Taiji said: "You ran out like this, and you didn't even have a horse." It's no different from seeking death by yourself. ”

Gulandam's mother said, "Benefactor, we also want to be foolproof, but they want to force my daughter to be my wife, and I will never agree." Our family can run out one by one, even if we can't run out, dying together is better than living in a nest. ”

Huang Taiji still agrees with such a hard air, and he cocks a thumbs up: "Good job...... Do you know where they're going? ”

"Keno City." Gulandam said, "They're going to Keno City. The youths of our tribe say that it is the land promised to us by the true God, and now it is occupied by evil infidels, and that they will purify the city with blood and fire. ”

Huang Taiji took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and then looked at the moon in the sky. "It's four o'clock in the morning, and we're still more than a hundred miles away from Keno City. If we had moved faster, we would have been able to arrive shortly after sunrise. ”

He still had a word to say—it wasn't too difficult for him to travel a hundred miles on horseback, and it didn't mean much to take a little girl with him. But I had to walk a hundred miles with two old people. That's it......

Fortunately, the two old Uighurs also saw through life and death. Gulandam's father immediately said, "Please take our daughter with you, we can walk by ourselves." ”

Gu Landam only hesitated for a moment, and then shook Huang Taiji's outstretched hand: "Abba, Grandma, when we get to Keno City, we will bring someone back to find you." Find your own place to hide. Don't let them find out! ”

Huang Taiji secretly gave a thumbs up to this girl in his heart, he had seen many old men who were mothers-in-law, and in the end, he not only killed himself but also made his teammates miserable. To meet such a decisive girl, he felt that he seemed to have a great chance of winning this time.