To the northwest, there is a pasture with more than a dozen tents, which belongs to the Al Bati tribe and is distributed to more than a dozen herdsmen for grazing. To the west there is a low forest, to the north is a barren land that has begun to desertify, and to the east there is a small river.

A group of men and horses crossed the sandy grassland from the north, and arrived here, twenty or thirty men and horses, dusty and ragged. Even the horses under the seat looked skinny.

These people looked at the camp not far to the south, and they all looked happy, and they saw a small river in the east, and they all kept beating their horses and galloping away.

When they reached the edge of the river, everyone dismounted, and the dismounting action seemed to be falling, and then they galloped a few steps to the river, buried their heads in the water, and drank the water in the river desperately. It looked like I hadn't drunk water in my life.

Naturally, the herdsmen also found such a group of men and horses from the north. In a few moments, forty or fifty horsemen gathered and rushed to this side with swords and soldiers.

The grassland herders have always been hospitable. But before being hospitable, it is also necessary to distinguish whether it is a guest or not. The scattered steppe nomads have never lacked such a thing as law, so the sword soldiers are the only means to ensure their own interests.

Forty or fifty young herdsmen rushed to the river in a moment, looking at these scrawny horses in front of them, their faces were a little grim, it was the season of abundant water and grass, but the horses were like this, obviously these people did not look like guests. Looking at the strangers who are still by the river, I can't help but have a lot of doubts.

A middle-aged herdsman took a few steps forward and asked, "I don't know where you are, what is the matter here?" ”

At this time, a man with white hair by the river stood up, his face covered with water stains in the ravines, grinned a little, and said: "I am a native of Murowei in the north, and I have been chased by horse thieves on the grassland to disturb you. I don't know if I can buy some food in your tribe, we brought the money, fair trade. ”

The middle-aged herdsman was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't answer the matter of buying food, and asked nervously, "The horse thieves on the grassland are chasing you?" How far are they, how many are there? ”

The vast grasslands are full of tribes, and naturally there are those who make a living by looting. These people often roam the fringes of various tribes, raiding scattered pastoralists scattered in marginal pastures. If you do something evil, it's hard to catch it. In addition to the hatred between the tribes, this kind of horse thief is the villain that everyone on the grassland hates.

So when the middle-aged herdsman heard the news, he was nervous.

When the old man who claimed to be from the northern side of Murowei heard this, he replied: "The horse thief should be more than a hundred miles away, one or two hundred men and horses." ”

The middle-aged herdsman was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly turned around and said, "Satuo, you quickly take three fast horses to the south to report to the Khan, and let the Khan send reinforcements over quickly." ”

When a young herdsman heard this, he knew the seriousness of the matter when he turned around and galloped, and the safety of these dozen or so families depended on these reinforcements.

At this time, the men who drank water and washed their faces all stood up and slowly walked towards their horses.

The old man in front of him opened his mouth and asked, "I don't know if you can sell us some food, we bought food and left." ”

The middle-aged herdsman looked at the old man, looked around at the twenty-odd horses, and suddenly found some details. I saw that although the old man looked dusty, the clothes on his body were of excellent texture, and the knife that the old man was carrying at his waist was even decorated with precious stones. Looking at the others, although the clothes are no different from the herdsmen, the blades on everyone's waist are different from those on the grassland, that is, those scabbards do not look like things on the grassland.

"Are you really from Murowei? When did you Murowei people become richer than all of us Dadans? Decorate the scabbard with gemstones? The middle-aged herdsman had already become nervous when he heard about the horse thief just now, and he was already suspicious when he saw these wrong details.

The old man nodded and said, "We are really from Murowei, and we are the descendants of the Murowei Reconciliation Department. ”

The middle-aged herdsman had already tightened a string in his brain at this time, and even found that something was more wrong, and asked again: "I have also seen the people of Murowei, so it is not the accent you speak with." Are you horse thieves? ”

When the middle-aged herdsman said this, he had already pulled out the scimitar at his waist. Then I saw the forty or fifty herdsmen, all of whom had taken out their swords, some of them had drawn their swords, and some of them had already drawn their bows and arrows.

Seeing this, the old man looked back a few times, and hurriedly waved his hand and smiled: "We are not horse thieves, don't get me wrong, we are really not horse thieves." ”

The middle-aged herdsman became more and more suspicious, and asked, "If you are not horse thieves, how can you let your horses look so thin this season?" Isn't it because you are horse thieves that you are hunted down? It's not as good as the truth, if you want to fight, I have more than 40 people, but you are only more than 20 people, don't look for death! ”

The old man's face changed greatly when he heard this, obviously the old man was lying, at this time, it was impossible to fight, and with the scrawny horses sitting down, he couldn't run. I heard the old man say with a sincere face: "We are not horse thieves, we just want to buy some food from you, and leave immediately after buying food, we have money, fair trade, and we will not let you suffer." ”

As he spoke, the old man took out a few small gold ingots from his bosom and handed them forward, indicating that he only wanted to buy food and did not want to go to war.

But the men around the old man had slowly gathered around him, and their faces were all nervous and guarded.

The middle-aged herdsman saw that the old man took out a gold ingot from his arms, and he was even more suspicious, and shouted: "There is never much gold on the grassland, but you have taken out so much casually." Who are you, don't tell the truth, if you lie to me again, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Herdsmen, most of whom are generous, except for being like wolves and tigers on the battlefield, live just to support their families. The threat of horse thieves is too great, and the idea of danger arises, and it is difficult to dispel it.

The old man was helpless at this time, he thought that if he took out the gold, he would be able to dispel the misunderstanding, and he would be able to buy food smoothly and then hurry, but at this time, in the face of the question of the middle-aged herdsman, in the face of the bows and arrows that had been drawn, and if he continued to talk more, he was afraid that it would be really bloody.

"I am a Liao person, a Khitan Liao person. is evading the Jurchens. You are also the people of Liao, so you should help me escape from pursuit. Gold to you, hurry up and prepare food. The old man finally told the truth, but there was still some cover-up.

The middle-aged herdsman was shocked when he asked, stood up directly on the horse, raised his scimitar and shouted: "The Khan has an order, as long as you meet the Khitans, you will be immediately arrested and sent to the Khan, and those who want to escape will be killed." Lay down your weapons quickly, and take them in your hands. ”

The old man was shocked when he heard this, looked back, galloped up, and went straight to his horse, as did the men of more than twenty years. Apparently these people are about to flee.

The herdsman's feathered arrows had already been fired, and several people were immediately knocked down.

The horses' hooves were raging, and the forty or fifty herdsmen chased more than 20 Khitans and galloped wildly.

The old Khitan man is none other than Yelu Yanxi, the Great Liao Emperor. Now the Dadan tribe has been ordered by Zheng Zhi to get Yelu Yanxi's and reward it heavily! Oxen, sheep, horses, iron vessels, salt, tea, silk, and even women.

If anyone let Nayelu Yanxi go, the consequences would be unimaginable. The anger of the Yan King of the Great Song Dynasty was really unbearable for the Dadan people on the grassland.

Therefore, the orders issued by the khans of the various departments of Dadan are also strict with you.

Where can Yelu Yanxi go? It is impossible to go north, although there have been many days without seeing the Jurchen Iron Horse, but Yelu Yanxi has long been a frightened bird, that is, he dreams that the Jurchens are chasing and killing him behind. To the east is a small river, and to the west is a forest. Only to the south.

Where can you run south? It is to go deeper into the territory of the Dadan people.

The men of Albati caught up with the Khitans who fled in front of them in a moment, and these Khitans fled everywhere on the grassland like lost dogs, and they were already the same as the horses under the crotch, they were all at the end of the crossbow, hungry and full, and they were also skinny. At this time, he was already hungry for several meals, and Yelu Yanxi himself was hungry for a few meals, so he was bent on buying some food.

Around Yelu Yanxi, there is no shortage of martial arts masters. But no matter how strong the martial arts are, after a few hungry meals, this martial arts is in vain.

The Al Bati men who caught up kept wielding scimitars to slash and draw their bows to shoot. These Khitan men who had just drunk a belly of water planted their horses one by one.

The end of the hero, the tiger fell in Pingyang. If these Khitan men could have a few full meals, where would they be so killed by some ordinary herdsmen that they had no power to fight back.

Yelu Yanxi kept looking back, and the horses that sat down were also running slower and slower. Yelu Yanxi whipped Ma Ji even harder, escaping his life again and again, and he wanted to escape once this time.

Finally, the thin horse under the seat was still planted on the ground, throwing Yelu Yanxi more than a dozen steps away.

The herdsmen rushed over in an instant, and the middle-aged herdsman raised his long knife high, just waiting to slash it down with a knife when he got closer.

"I am Yelu Yanxi, the emperor of Daliao! You can't kill me! At such a life-and-death juncture, Yelu Yanxi finally shouted out his identity, and there was only one way to survive at this time.

Sure enough, when the middle-aged herdsman heard this, he hurriedly put away the knife and tried his best to pull the reins in his hand.

The horse stopped suddenly, and the middle-aged herdsman turned over and dismounted, ran to Yelu Yanxi's head, and asked, "What did you say?" Do you say it again? ”

"I... I am Yelu Yanxi, the emperor of the Great Liao, Yelu Yanxi... There is a large seal and a gold medal in the horseback bag. Yelu Yanxi's words were trembling, and his body was trembling, that is, he knew that his road to death had come to an end. After the words were spoken, Yelu Yanxi collapsed to the ground, almost fainting.

"Rich, rich... Ha ha... Got rich ... The middle-aged herdsman suddenly burst out laughing, and Yelu Yanxi, who was suddenly paralyzed, turned his head and hurriedly shouted: "Whoever has food on him, quickly bring it to him." ”

Look at this Yelu Yanxi again, full of white hair and vicissitudes of life, if you don't look at the clothes on your body, you are no different from a beggar on the side of the road. Where is there still a little shadow of the former Great Liao Emperor. The country is ruined, and the fate is too cruel.

It was this Emperor of Da Liao, who was supposed to be accompanied by Zhao Ji's father and son in Huanglong Mansion, and became a prisoner of the Jin people together, and died after three years.

Now, it seems to have fallen into the hands of Zheng Zhi.