Chapter 35: Ethnic Groups

In the next half hour, Yelu Zhao was like living in a dream, marking the smoothest road on the map in a daze, agreeing to lead the elite of a battalion specially selected by the Huai'an Army to negotiate with Shi Jiana to buy food, and in a daze he agreed to take someone to collect clothes for the Huai'an army.

In fact, he is more sober than at any time in his life, however, the more sober he is, the more he wishes that he will immediately pass out and become an idiot, the Mengyuan court is an old bear, Huai'an Jun is a milk tiger that has just grown teeth, the old bear and the milk tiger compete, no matter which side the Khitan people stand on as a lone wolf, I am afraid that the end will not be too good.

However, he couldn't muster up the courage to overturn the previous agreement with Zhu Tuhu, as the so-called family knows their own affairs, and has experienced the deliberate weakening of the two successive dynasties of Dajin and Dayuan for hundreds of years, and today's Khitan people are no longer the hot-blooded men who sang on horses and sang in their ancestors.

The vast majority of them have long since become exactly like the Han people in the north, and they don't know how to resist when the knife cuts to the neck, they only know how to kneel on the ground, crying and begging for mercy, and the vast majority of them don't know how to use a knife, don't know how to open a bow and arrows, and play tricks but are extremely proficient, if they can't get the firearms and instructors of the Huai'an army, Yeluzhao believes that even if his family and King Lu join forces to raise troops, they can catch the court off guard, and Timur will send a strong general to conquer at will. can beat everyone to the ground.

After all, in the past two hundred years, the bloody Khitans have been killed by the rulers one after another, and it is difficult to leave their own descendants, and the more servile and subservient the people, the more nourishing they live under the rule of the Jurchens and the Mongols, and the more they can retain their own heritage.

"One-two-one, one-two-one, one-two-one" A group of Huai'an soldiers patrolling the street walked with neat steps, under the command of the captain, and passed by him, Yeluzhao shivered, his eyes quickly fell on the back of the last soldier in the team, and then, quickly took his gaze back, hung his head, continued to move his heavy legs, and staggered towards the storehouse of the firm.

The soldier at the end of the line looked very young, and his movements were far less neat and coordinated than those of his other companions, and it was obvious that this person had not been in the army for a long time, maybe only a month or two, and he had not had time to fully adapt to the overall rhythm of the Huai'an Army, but Yelu Zhao saw the same confidence and pride in this person.

He's trying to adapt to being a human being, not an animal, he's trying to keep up with his own team, trying to keep his head up, maybe someone taught him to do it, maybe it's subtle, but in any case, he's already raised his head, and he's starting to learn to look at himself and the people around him from a level-headed perspective, and once it's a habit for them to walk with their waists straight, it's hard for them to bend their waists again, even if it's death.

The same spirit, in the current Khitan people in Liaodong, Yelu Zhao rarely sees it, including his own family, those companions who have never forgotten the glory of their ancestors, while being fanatical, their eyes are often full of humility, to the patriarch, to the boss, to the seniors, all kinds of things, no matter where they go, they will encounter places that require them to bend their knees, either to the Mongols, or to the Khitans with the same face.

"Shopkeeper Yelu, be careful, there's a puddle in front of you." He couldn't bear to watch Yeluzhao continue to sleepwalk on the street, and Yu Tingyu, the head of the scout group who was ordered to come to assist him in picking up his clothes, reached out and helped him under his armpit, and reminded in a low voice.

"Ah, oh, oh, the grass people look, see, much, thank you Lord Yu." Yeluzhao stumbled again, reaching out to hold on to the willow tree by the roadside.

"Do you want to call you a pair of sliding rods, look at the appearance of the shopkeeper Yelu, it is estimated that he didn't sleep well all night last night." Yu Tingyu helped him stabilize his body, leaned his head over, and asked with concern.

"No, no, it's here, just turn the corner ahead." Yelu Zhao dared to pretend to be an uncle in front of the latter, raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, and responded curtly.

"Then let's hurry up and don't delay the team." Yu Tingyu's arm once again used a little force to "support" Yeluzhao away from the willow tree on the side of the road, although Zhu Chongjiu did not explain it explicitly before leaving, he knew that he must be responsible for "taking care" of Yeluzhao, not only to borrow enough clothes from this person, but also to try to avoid this person's temporary regret.

"It's here, it's here, General Yu, please come down." Feeling the power coming from the big hands under his armpits, Yeluzhao wiped his sweat again, trying to make himself walk faster.

There is definitely no place to buy regret medicine, and now, he can only take one step at a time, but Zhu Butcher is known as the "Buddha", and he never likes to kill opponents who put down their arms.

Thinking about things on the bright side, he regained some strength in his legs, turned his head, looked at Yu Tingyu who was supporting him, and asked with a bit of tentativeness, "General Yu seems to be from the north, listening to the accent of your speech, it is very similar to the hometown of the grass people." ”

"I grew up in Wu'an City, it's not far from Liaodong, besides, don't call me a general, I'm just a light captain, according to the general, but it's a lot worse." Yu Tingyu smiled innocently, and corrected loudly while answering the other party's question.

Unlike Meng Yuan and the other Red Turban Army, where the title of general is flying all over the sky, on the side of the Huai'an Army, there are only a few commanders who can be called generals, like Yu Tingyu, a newly promoted regiment commander, and the commander is only a lieutenant of Yilu, the logo is extremely obvious, and the red copper shoulder pads are smooth and slippery, without any decorations.

"Caomin, Caomin is a layman, he can't understand, he can't understand the military position of your department." Ye Lu Zhao's gaze quickly swept over Yu Tingyu's shoulder, pretending to be confused.

"To be honest, I didn't understand it myself at first, but as I got used to it, I realized what the benefits of this sign were." Yu Tingyu continued to smile innocently, his eyes were full of friendliness, "Many of the things our chief manager does, they are like this, everyone doesn't understand them at first, but as long as you follow along, you can see the benefits slowly." ”

"Oh, of course the Grand Steward is a visionary." Unexpectedly, in Yu Tingyu's eyes, Zhu Chongjiu's status was so high, Yeluzhao was stunned again, and his mouth was perfunctory.

Yu Tingyu smiled, and didn't care about him, he had been a young prince of a hundred promises, and he had been a slave household who had not had any personal freedom for a long time, he had already been sharpened into a reef by fate, and he didn't care about the glitz and noise on the water.

"Then, that Captain Yu, why did you get to Huaiyang again." However, Yelu Zhao didn't want to let go of this opportunity, and continued to test in a low voice, "Don't blame you, grass people, grass people are just curious, grass people, grass people heard Young Master Duotu shout yesterday, shouting what is the name of your son Timur." ”

"What else can I do, I offended the Dayuan royal family and was relegated to Hongze Lake to carry stones." Yu Tingyu had already guessed that there was something in the other party's words, withdrew his hand, and shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "You heard it right, our father and son are Mongolians, not only Mongolians, but also the descendants of the old Khan of the Eight Books, the Yuli Boya Wu clan." ”

"You, you are, you are Wuping, the descendant of the king of Wuping County." He replied plainly, but Yelu Zhao was so frightened that his eyes straightened, he turned around, his fingers trembled, "Marshal of the Wanhu Mansion of the Mongolian Army on the East Road, the descendants of the Don't spend Temur, you, you are still alive and well." ”

"Immortal God blesses, and you don't die by luck." Yu Tingyu shrugged his shoulders again, as if he was very accustomed to the surprise of others, "That's right, below is Xiuyi of the Yuli Boyawu clan, so the marshal of the Wanhu Mansion of the Mongolian Army on Yuandong Road, knows the affairs of the Privy Council, and is the king of Wuping County, the young prince of the Temur family, the shopkeeper of Yelu, if you calculate it carefully, we can be called half a fellow countryman." ”

"You, you" Although he has long known that Yu Tingyu and his son are Mongolians, Yelu Zhao's heart is still thunderous, Wuping County belongs to Liaoyang Province, and the Wanhu Mansion of the Mongolian Army on the East Road is stationed in Wu'an, which is an important force used by the Mengyuan court to suppress the various ethnic groups in the grassland, and the soldiers are all one person and three horses, in case of receiving an order from the court, within five days, they can be killed under the city of Liaoyang.

After a trusted general with a heavy army, he is now "reduced" to the point of being a small lieutenant under the command of Zhu Butcher, and willingly, this Great Yuan Dynasty, if it does not die again, is there still Tianli, this Zhu Butcher, what kind of ability does it have, even the descendants who do not spend iron fungus are willing to be driven by it, and are willing to turn around and eat their own clan.

"Don't be so surprised, it's all about the old generation, you don't ask, Yu himself can't remember it, the glory of his fathers and ancestors, what do I have to do with it, people, you can't live in the past." Yu Tingyu smiled again and added with a bit of persuasion.

"But, but after all, you are the Yuli Boyawu clan after all, after all, it is the Kipchak State" Yelu Zhao didn't dare to agree with the other party's statement anyway, pointing at Yu Tingyu's nose, his body trembling like a lotus leaf in the wind.

Comparing his heart to his heart, Yu Tingyu can not be proud of the past glory of the Yuli Boyawu clan, and there must be many people in the Khitan clan today who have long forgotten about the great Liao, in that case, what is the point of the Yelu family that he has been pursuing for half his life, even if he reluctantly puts up the anti-flag, how many people can still swear to the death.

"That's all in the past." Yu Tingyu has experienced ups and downs in his life, and he is far clearer than Yeluzhao, a businessman, "Because I am a descendant of the Yuli Boya Wu clan, my whole family can't continue to stay on the grassland, and I will be transferred to Jiaozhou to take charge of the unfamiliar navy, and then, because the emperor has not forgotten my Yuli Boya Wu clan, you can be charged with a crime, demote my family to a lowly status, and go to the shore of Hongze Lake to move stones to build the embankment, hehe, my Yuli Boya Wu clan is only a son of the same clan, Has his son only Jin clan taken my Yuli Boya Wu clan as a clan, and now, his son only Jin clan is going to die in the country, what does it have to do with my Yuli Boya Wu clan. ”

After saying a few words, although his voice was low, the words were like thunder, and Ye Luzhao kept swaying, "But you, you are a Mongolian after all, Zhu, although Mr. Zhu treats you with the grace of knowledge, but after all, he is a Han." ”

"Yu is willing to follow Mr. Zhu, but not just because of the grace of his encounter." Listening to the other party's weak question, Yu Tingyu smiled, his eyes were as clear as water, similar questions, he had already thought clearly, and there was no confusion in his heart, "He has never looked at Yu because he is a Mongolian, and he has never regarded Yu as a stranger because Yu is a Mongolian, he has never even cared about Yu's appearance and accent, and after drinking the sinful wine, he hugged Yu and called him brother." ”

Taking a deep breath, this Mongolian man who had tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, there were already tears in his eyes, he knew that Yeluzhao must have the same confusion in his heart as before, he had already thought it through, and he was willing to share it with the other party, "Once Mr. Zhu was drunk, and once said to Yu and all the brothers on the spot, whether it is Mongolians, Semu people or Han people, everyone is actually a child of immortality, and they are born equal. ”

Raising his head suddenly, his voice was heard in Yeluzhao's ears, and it was instantly as big as a Hong Zhong, "The chief manager, the chief manager himself said that each of us is born equal, there should be no high and low, what distinguishes them should only be ability, knowledge and conduct, not whose blood flows, what kind of head and what kind of eyes, if this is the country he will establish in the future, Yu is a Mongol and a Han, what is the difference at that time, if this is what he calls the revolution, even if Yu sells this life to him, There is no regret in dying. ”

Note 1: A few digressions, alcoholics have always believed that the best way for national unity is to treat all ethnic groups equally, rather than artificially creating differences.

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