When the riot subsided, Song Wen guessed right, how could the third son, Yelu Shange, let his brother attack Song Wen? A group of Khitan cavalrymen sat on the ground with blank eyes, watching the dozen or so henchmen of the third prince holding the gold medal of the palace tie up Xiao Teng and more than twenty of the great prince's subordinates with ropes.

The big-eyed girl had already woken up, and she shrank behind Song Wen with some fear and watched the scene that happened in the Khitan camp in the distance.

"Brother Wen, that Xiao Teng is not bad...... Will he be killed?"

Song Wen sighed slightly...... "It should be, the Khitan people still have a violent foundation in their bones...... The little marquis has not yet reached the point of turning his face with his eldest brother, and he will not tolerate the existence of a traitor like Xiao Teng. So Xiao Teng must die...... If the remaining Khitan cavalry hesitates, they may all die! ”

"It's so pitiful......" the big-eyed girl pouted......

Song Wen smiled: "This is all the path they chose by themselves, what's so pitiful?" If they succeed, Xiao Houye's team will be quickly emptied...... We also have to be captured by the second prince of the great world and used as slaves! ”

The little girl was puzzled: "The third prince still treats you as a VIP, why do they look down on you?"

Song Wen clapped his hands, stood up, looked at the newborn sun, and said, "Because they are ignorant, because they are blind!" Because they don't see what a future I Song Wen and my brothers will have in the future......"

An Chun walked over and arched his hand: "Lang Jun, it's ready...... We're ready to go! ”

Song Wen nodded: "Get ready, we will set off as soon as the little marquis's people come over!"

"Yes, Lang Jun!"

After a while, another team of about 300 cavalry galloped in, led by Yelu Daye, the henchman of the little marquis Yelu Shange.

Yelu Daye quickly stabilized the already panicked team, and then came to see Song Wen in person.

"I've seen Song Langjun! A few dissenting traitors in the house rebelled, which frightened Song Langjun......"

"Lord Qianhu is polite, and there is still some self-protection power below...... Now I'm afraid that these subordinates of the little marquis need to be cleaned up, so I'll take my people into the grassland by myself, right? ”

Yelu Daye frowned: "Song Langjun, do you believe that I can't wait?" Now the Northland is too chaotic, and Song Langjun is afraid that he will encounter danger if he leaves us......"

Song Wen shook his head: "Lord Qianhu, I'm afraid that the little marquis has also explained, I don't have any specific purpose for this trip, just travel...... Since the little marquis's subordinates have some troubles to deal with, why bother to go all the way? Qianhu rest assured, if there is danger, we will definitely retreat as soon as possible, and then seek help from the nearest Daliao official army...... After all, the gold medal lent to me by the little marquis is a very noble credential! ”

Yelu Daye sighed: "The little marquis has indeed explained, what Song Langjun did is absolutely unreasonable, it can be inferred that if Lang Jun has to travel to the grassland by himself, let Lang Jun go." But...... The north of the grassland is indeed very chaotic now, Song Langjun still has to think twice! ”

Song Wen arched his hand and smiled: "Thank you for the kindness of Lord Qianhu, let's travel on our own!" After all, there are masters from the grassland around me, and if there is danger, I will avoid it in advance. ”

Yelu Daye frowned...... "You mean, Daruchi?" Well, it's good for Song Langjun to listen to his opinions, then Song Langjun takes care all the way, and the little marquis hopes to see Song Langjun return safely in Nanjing City as soon as possible. ”

Song Wen arched his hand and said: "Lord Qianhu, then I will leave here......"

Song Wen'anchun Daruchi, plus Mingyue and the little girl, as well as six of the best Qingshan camp guards, a total of eleven people and more than twenty horses slowly hit the road...... The big-eyed girl was still looking back, and she didn't know what she was worried about.

Song Wen was just about to urge Daruchi, who was leading the team in front, to hurry up, when suddenly a faint sound of scolding and wailing came from the Khitan camp in the distance behind him, followed by a burst of screams......

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and said nothing.

Song Wen knew that this was the Khitan people cleaning the inner ghosts, and Xiao Teng and more than a dozen of his subordinates were afraid that none of them would survive.

Song Wen sighed and urged the horse to come to the side of the big-eyed girl, and just as he was about to speak, he saw that the big-eyed sister seemed to have forgotten her sadness, and then looked up at Song Wen and asked, "Brother Wen, Xiao Teng looks good at martial arts...... How did you defeat him? I remember that your martial arts were very ordinary, huh? ”

Song Wen coughed, and replied pretending to be profound: "Don't you know that Shibei should be impressed for three days?" Other than that...... I was thinking about how I could get to know a few good men on the sea, so wouldn't it be right to go to the sea with you? Other than that...... I have always pitied the fragrance and cherished the jade and refused to hurt the girl, I don't believe you go to Bianliang and ask, which of the hard-working women in Bianliang doesn't miss me?"

An Chun agreed on the side, Mingyue didn't understand it, and Daruchi, who led the way in front, felt disgusting.

The group made a quick north turn along a valley, then continued westward, stopping at a small birch grove in the evening.

Daruchi rode around the birch forest on horseback, then returned to the small camp and said to Song Wen: "Originally, there were still a few herdsmen here, and I saw their camp...... The ashes are all gone, and I'm afraid it's been a long time. It seems that the Khitan people have been very serious in the past few years, and the life of the steppe people is becoming more and more difficult. ”

Song Wen nodded: "I'm afraid there will be a lot of chaos in the future, and the Mongols can only avoid the conquest of the Khitans and Jurchens by hiding further north...... If the Kereh still occupy the central part of the grassland, they will likely be held hostage by the defeated Khitans, and the position of the overlord of the grassland will be lost. ”

Daruchi frowned and asked, "Are you so unoptimistic about the Great Liao Kingdom of the Khitans?" You must know that Daliao still has more than 300,000 armoured troops! Most of them are cavalry, even if the leather room army is no longer the prestige of the past, but there is still the palace division army of the Liao Emperor, the pro-army of the royal family and nobles should not be underestimated...... No matter how powerful the Jurchens are, they can't come up with an army of 100,000 even if they are full! ”

Song Wen smiled: "If the number of piles can judge the victory or defeat, the Great Song Dynasty would have piled up two million troops to level the entire northern frontier, right?"

Daruchi smiled bitterly...... "Then what do you have to do in the grassland?" It stands to reason...... Since you have long been optimistic that the Jurchens will have the last laugh, why don't you contact them in advance? The current Jurchens are short of both food and weapons, and they have been in a relationship early...... In the future, if the Jurchens gain power, they will also have to give you a knighthood and enjoy the high-ranking officials, right? ”

Song Wen pursed his lips: "Who are you and me?" The people I look down on the most in my life are the people who only know how to burn, kill, loot, and spoil civilization and spoil the people...... Even counting you, if you only know how to kill, set fire and steal things, you are all my Song Wen's enemies! ”

Daruchi was stunned for a long time, and finally looked at Song Wen's back and muttered, "It's righteous...... Isn't it the idea of who dares to fight the Great Song Dynasty, who is your enemy? And ......"

Two black shadows reappeared on the periphery of Song Wen's small camp, but this time they were much more cautious, quietly watching the movement on the other side of the camp from a distance of a full mile.

"Brother, are these people Khitans?"

"No! It's very strange to look at the way we camp, it looks like our Mongols...... Could it be the Han Chinese who are following behind the Khitan cavalry?"

"You mean the master of the Mongol Si man, the businessman of the Song Kingdom? No way? Are the Han people so bold? ”