Chapter 53: A Different Caravan
The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August. The caravan led by Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info Zhao Hua has been walking for a whole month, and as soon as he left the land of Yan Kingdom, heavy snow fell all over the sky.
It was September, Gucheng had just arrived in the autumn with colorful leaves, and Saibei, thousands of miles away, had already reached the beginning of winter with snow fluttering.
The camel bell rang, Zhao Hua sat on it leisurely, half-squinting and drinking a little wine, sometimes dusting off the snowflakes on his hat, and turning back to ask the previous guide what kind of place this is.
That Lin Hu guide is also very knowledgeable about current affairs, and he looks older than the year of the sixtieth year. His name is Yan Mika, the meaning of sheep in Lin Hu language, he was a slave since he was a child, he dreamed of having his own flock, but until he was captured by the Yan army, there was not even an inch of land on the grassland, and a lamb belonged to him.
Fortunately, this old slave was not lazy when he was in the grassland, and while grazing for the nobles, he learned a lot of Huqu, and learned a little Central Plains dialect from the Chinese captives of the tribe. So when he was in the prisoner of war camp in Yan Kingdom, a small nobleman took a fancy to his talent and asked him to guide his own Linhu dancer songs.
It seems that such bilingual talents, no matter how you say it, you have to prepare a few for the Honglu Temple in charge of diplomacy, but a Tang Dao Yan Mika will be transferred to Zhao Zheng. When he arrived in Gucheng, Zhao Hua only used a bowl of tofu brain to successfully buy his loyalty.
In Yan Mika's words, such noble food as tofu brain, which is a delicacy given by the gods to the nobles, how can a pariah slave like him be qualified to enjoy it, I am afraid that if he smells it, he will be punished by the gods.
This method of self-brainwashing worked very well, and every owner was very happy to see it, and Zhao Hua was even more happy to arrange for him to eat tofu brain for three days, which gradually dispelled his concerns.
Lubricated tofu brains, crispy fritters, the last master enjoyed the food exclusively, but this master was enough, Yan Mika thought that the gods heard his call and sent him a favor.
"Stop the rest meeting, Yanmika, come over and see how far you can get to your tribe."
Carrying the heavy jug on his back, Yan Mika trotted all the way over, and after picking up the snow and smelling the turf, he stood up and said: "I have already smelled the milky smell of the tribal lamb, my tribe used to graze on this land, it will not be too far, at most half a day, we will reach the powerful Tatam tribe."
There are innumerable cattle and sheep, and endless mare's milk wine, and my gracious master, with your kindness and generosity, you will surely be welcomed by the Tatamuk king. β
"Yes, I will be friends with Tatamuk, and you will be richly rewarded by me for my most loyal servant."
Zhao Hua learned Yan Mika's tone and let the old slave lie on the ground and salute him. After more than a month of contact, Zhao Hua has basically understood the ruling mechanism of the grassland tribes, similar to the Zhuxia titles, and the Hu people are also ruled layer by layer, forming a pyramid structure.
The highest Donghu Khan, Zhuxia is called the Wolf King. The second is the noble left and right virtuous kings, who belong to the reserve khan in terms of inheritance, but the advanced has become an honorific title.
There is a watershed below King Xian, and among the three states of the Hu people, only the three counties of Dongping and Liaodong County have really established feudal official positions. The rest of the places are all in accordance with the customs of the grassland, counting by the number of tribal men, 10,000 households are crowned kings, 10,000 households are crowned marquises, and then thousands of households, 100 households, 1000 commanders, 100 commanders, and 10 commanders.
At the root, historians believe that the Hu people and Zhuxia are of the same origin, and they are all descendants of the Yan and Huang Emperors, but they were not satisfied when Xia Yu's family was in the world, fled to the grassland, and gradually integrated into the local area. However, in some languages, the two communities can still feel the commonalities.
History is so magical, no matter how hostile the two sides are, they can always find their common ground, but unfortunately interests always come first, for which real brothers may turn against each other, not to mention the ancient Xia and Hu clans.
Seeing that the snow was falling heavier and heavier, there was no intention of stopping, and the brothers of the caravan also walked for a day. Zhao took out an hourglass, the most accurate timekeeping tool available today, which was reversed every twelve hours, and he kept it in the small box in his arms.
The weather was gloomy, and I didn't know what time it was since I had breakfast, but I took out the hourglass and saw that it was almost time. Beckoning people to bury pots and cook rice, and the caravan will set up camp.
In the vast grassland, the leeward land is more difficult to find than the plain, but fortunately, as early as Yuyang County, Zhao Hua replaced most of the caravan's livestock with camels. At this point, the camel is simply squatted down, and then the camel and the cargo on it, and a low windshield wall is used for rest.
The snow was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger, and Zhao had to get into the semi-underground tent that his men had dug for a long time. This was learned from Yanmika, who used this method to create "walls" because the winds in the fishing seas were more violent.
"Come into the tent, Yanmika, warm up, my faithful servant, and freeze your gods to wrath."
Zhao Slip's tone caused bursts of laughter from the caravan, but Yan Mika still knelt on the ground solemnly, closing his eyes as if sensing something, and after a while, he even lay on the ground, listening carefully to the vibration on the ground.
"Oh no, my merciful master, there are cavalry coming towards us."
Zhao Hua suddenly changed color and asked, "How many people are there?" β
Yan Mika lay down again, as if communicating with the earth, and her fingers kept changing, showing the number of people. After a while, he said, "There are about a thousand men, probably the cavalry of the Tatamuk king." β
Everyone in the caravan surged with murderous intent, silently drew out the Tang knife, and picked up the machine crossbow.
Zhao Hua shouted: "What are you doing, we are here to do business, not to fight, put away the weapons for me, and immediately change into the clothes I bought for you in Raocheng." β
Everyone reluctantly put away their weapons, and turned out those tattered clothes from under their baggage, these were all Hu people's clothes, only a little scout camp was stuffed on the side, sometimes changed, disguised as reconnaissance.
When Zhao Hua was drinking with a centurion when he was out of the fortress, he heard that the Hu people were born nomadically, and the language difference was greater than that of Zhuxia, and some were even difficult to communicate. However, after they saw the unique costumes of the Hu people, they would treat them as friends if they didn't understand the language.
When Zhao Hua, who pursues safety first, heard this, he immediately decided to change all his clothes into Hu clothes, even if those aristocratic Confucians despise Huaxia and enter Yidi, in the face of life and death, it is not important to live.
Sure enough, after a stick of incense, a black line galloped towards Zhao Slip, and in the goose feather snow, only their scimitars and strong bows were seen.
"Grunt, Mosesisi"
Zhao Hua couldn't understand what they were saying, he only listened to the series of words and was very impatient, as if they had encountered some strong enemy.
"Master, they are the cavalry of the Tatamuk king, and the leader of the Masim Baichang said that their tribe has been attacked by the shameful Yelu tribe, and the Tatamuk king's whereabouts are also unknown, and they are looking for them."
The Tatamu tribe has thousands of soldiers and civilians, and they will flee in the wilderness, and the Yelu lone wolf, who was named the king of the forest, actually wants to attack his subordinate tribes. A coup d'Γ©tat is taking place in the steppe, and it is likely to spread to the upper echelons of Donghu.
Zhao Zheng had an effect on the make-up lessons for these henchmen and generals, and Zhao Hua quickly guessed the situation in the overall situation.
"All of them are divided into two teams, one team is stationed in place, and the other team follows me on my horse to help find King Tatamuk."