This is the first time that Song Wen has reached the real grassland, the desert grassland of this era has not been seriously desertified, it seems to be close to the later generation of the Bashang grassland, the tall pasture grass grows densely, and some trees are sparsely grown on the low hills, and the scenery in the evening is very beautiful.

The procession was headed for three Mongol tribes 500 miles away, and the Mongol herders were supposed to camp on both sides of the Yinhua River for grazing, and in the winter they would migrate west to several valleys upstream for the winter.

Taking advantage of the afterglow of the evening, the Khitans began to camp and rest. Song Wen noticed that they had sent out at least six or seven scouts...... No one set up a tent, they all gathered around the fire to rest.

Song Wen and Xiao Teng Centurion got together to talk, and Xiao Teng said softly, "The Tatars are wild and untamable, and those tribes that have been wiped out a lot because of disobedience over the years have either gone north to join those gold-blooded families...... Or just get together and be a horse bandit! It was very difficult to exterminate, and the king had a headache for it. ”

Song Wen was curious: "How many of them are there?" Dare to attack the cavalry of the Liao State? ”

"Not necessarily, there are people who gather and rob passers-by, and there are also people who gather three or five hundred people to attack the military fortress under the head, but there are very few. There is no harm in being careful, in the past few years, Da Liao and the Jurchens have been fighting non-stop, and these Mongolian horse bandits are also a little restless. ”

Mingyue followed the big-eyed girl to the back of the sand dune to learn to ride a horse, several Khitans were still laughing at them, and Daruchi leaned against a dead tree and quietly looked at the grassland that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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Deep in the steppe, a large cart rumbled to the bottom of the muddy valley, and two Mongolian women dressed in Tatar costumes desperately carried the huge wheel, trying to pull out the broken axle and replace it......

"Driving...... Ha...... Drive...... Shh......h

An old Mongolian man with a rickety back rode an old horse from behind, and the old man glanced at the overturned carriage and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't do it, just throw it here!" Immortality is heavenly, and living is the most important ......"

"Abba...... Eji is still sick and can't ride a horse! ”

A red-faced seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl hurriedly said.

The old herdsman shook his head with a cold face...... "I can't take care of it, let your sister-in-law ride a horse with little Erji, you take little Batuk and dry food, dried meat and the rest of the horses, and you two flee south!" ”

A woman who looked to be less than thirty years old wiped a handful of mud from her face and hissed...... "No, I'm going to wait for my husband Dawura to go with me!" ”

The old man's face turned gray in an instant, his godless eyes looked at the sky, and he whispered, "Dawura has already left, and he has returned to the embrace of the Immortal Heaven...... Of the more than 30 young people, not a single horse came back alive from the Nada Haizi Pass! ”

A mournful sobbing came from inside the broken felt carport...... Immediately afterwards, an extremely weak old woman poked her head out tremblingly, and the old woman said to the two young women, "Listen to your Abaji, go quickly!" Those defeated Khitan horse bandits were all scum with their heads under the army...... They are greedier than the most vicious tax collectors, and we can't rush to the northern steppes in search of the Golden Bloodlords for refuge...... Flee south. The farther you run, the better...... Take Da Da Wura's doll well! ”

The old woman pulled out two dolls from behind, one was four or five years old, and the other looked like he was only two or three years old, and the two boys were crying and holding their grandmother's hand and didn't want to leave.

The old man on the horse scolded: "You are the sons of Daura, and you are the warriors of the Nadahai tribe! Don't cry, live well...... Protect your aunt and Eji, and learn to ride a horse-drawn bow early...... Eternal Heaven will bless you. ”

The two women carried a doll behind their backs, and drove the only seven or eight horses left in the family to flee south along the river valley, and the girl looked back to see that her father had climbed down the old horse that had lost his teeth, and sat in a tattered carriage and took the hand of his seriously ill wife, and looked at them from afar.

The big-eyed girl has a new novelty, a sheepskin sleeping bag.

Several Khitans also came to see the excitement, and the nomadic people who started fishing and hunting are always enthusiastic about these good things that can be used in the wild!

The little girl crossed her waist and said proudly: "How is it?" Pretty good, right? It's both a cushion and a quilt, so it's warm to get into! The outside is oilcloth and the inside is sheepskin, and it is not afraid of moisture! Plus a tent is home......"

Several Khitans watched curiously and then praised, and Centurion Xiao Teng, who accompanied Song Wen back, also looked at it carefully, and finally sighed...... "It's a pity that it can't be used in the army, this thing is very tightly sealed, and it can really warm the body...... But once someone sneaks up on someone while camping, I am afraid that in the panic, I will delay the big event, and finally lose my life in vain! ”

An old Khitan army leader next to him nodded...... "What my lord said is that I have fought a lot of battles with the king's pro-army, and when I march in the army, I have to keep my armor and sword in my hand, and I have to sleep with one eye open!" Otherwise, you will be the first to lose your life......"

Song Wen originally wanted to popularize this sleeping bag in his army, but listening to the experience of these two Khitan veterans, he couldn't help but nod secretly...... I sometimes take it for granted, how can the demand for people's comfort be so high in this era? The biggest and most simple requirement of all people is to live and live well.

Xiao Teng chatted for a while and left, An Chun arranged the guards for the vigil and then took the rest of the people to faintly surround Song Wen and the little girl...... He had already been driven to the manger by everyone.

Mingyue didn't care, he smiled and washed his beloved strange horse...... With a weight of more than 200 and close to 300, it is really difficult to find a war horse that can charge and run on it is really harder than climbing to the sky.

The two saddles were placed on the blanket, and the little girl curiously got into the sheepskin sleeping bag and writhed around like a caterpillar, and finally fell asleep next to Song Wen.

Song Wen took a cloak to cover the little girl's sleeping bag, and silently thought about his thoughts.

After a while, Song Wen raised his head, Daruchi quietly walked over, added a few pieces of dry firewood to the firewood pile, and then looked back at Song Wen and said softly: "Master, do you really want me to go back to my tribe?"

Song Wen nodded: "Just call me Brother Wen in the future, I have already said that as long as you Daluchi step on the prairie, you will be free!"

"And what do you need me to do?"

Song Wen shook his head: "It's up to you, this is just one of my intentions and thoughts, the first step is to sell the salt, tea and medicinal materials that the Mongolian people urgently need......"

Daluchi shook his head: "The Khitans have a special place for us to trade, and we can't go to other places to buy and sell privately...... If you catch it, you'll be dragged to death by a horse! In addition, the Mongols have no gold or silver, so they can't afford our wine and good things. ”

Song Wen's eyes lit up...... "But you have war horses, cattle and sheep, and your most valuable treasures...... Cavalry warriors! ”