A group of Mongols of different ages rode to the front of the birch forest, and it was already dark at this time, and a group of Han people stood next to a bonfire, and several bows and crossbows were murderous but not in their hands.

A Mongolian man in his thirties turned over and dismounted, spreading his hands to show that the other party had no malicious intent.

Song Wen bowed his hand to this Mongolian man from afar...... "Welcome to the master of this Mongolian steppe, I am Song Wen...... A merchant from the Central Plains came to meet the most simple and enthusiastic owner in this land and see if we could help each other through the difficulties! ”

The Mongolian man listened carefully to Song Wen's words, the vigilance and doubt on his face dissipated a little, and then he stroked his chest and saluted: "Welcome guests from afar, I am Dahubara, the temporary leader of a group of wandering herdsmen...... I've come here to meet the brother of our hero, the leader of Daura, but I wonder if he's here?"

Dahubala's Chinese dialect is good, and he should also be a person who has walked out of the grassland. Leaving from this steppe to the east, it entered the jurisdiction of the city of Nanjing, the Liao State, where many Han people and the southern officials who managed the Han people lived, and almost all of the Mongols and Bohai people who begged for a living could learn a Chinese language.

Daruchi walked out with a pale face and saluted the man...... "I am Dawura's brother, Daruchi of the Nadahai Dawu family!" How is my family doing now? How the hell did my brother die?"

Dahu Balazai carefully looked at Daruchi's appearance, sighed...... "Immortal Heaven is above, and the family of the leader of Dawura has something to rely on!" If you are really the brother of the leader of Daura, you are exactly the same......"

"My family...... Who is left?"

"A large group of routed bandits wreaked havoc on the north and east shores of the Nada Sea, killing many, many people...... The old man of your family did not escape, and the leader of Dawura took dozens of grassland heroes to the Nada Pass to stop the horse bandits, and all of them were killed...... Along the way, the horse bandits burned felt bags, killed the elderly and children, spoiled women, and robbed everything! Dawura's wife, with her children and your sister, escaped on horseback down the Dead River Valley, and is now starving in the black earth forest with some lonely women and children. ”

"Huh? Mohan Orchid is still alive...... My little sister, Najib is still alive...... I'm going to meet them, take me to them! ”

Daruchi's eyes were red and he roared, and he came over and grabbed the Mongolian man's shoulder and roared, "Take me to meet them!" And also...... Where are the horse bandits who killed the Mongols? ”

Song Wen frowned...... This Chinese-speaking leader of the Mongolian wandering herdsmen, Dahubala, does not seem to be simple, and a few words make Daruchi almost lose his mind, and he does not talk to himself too much. This person is very delicate, huh?

Song Wen walked over, saluted the Mongolian man again, and then waved his hand to let An Chun send two guards from the Qingshan Battalion to follow Daluchi to the black soil forest to pick up his relatives......

The dozens of Mongolian men in the distance seemed to know the origin of Song Wen and the identity of Daruchi, and they all dismounted and sat together to rest, while staring at the movement from a distance.

The two Mongol youths who had been scouting around also came over, and the two of them galloped towards the location of the old black soil forest with the anxious Daru Chida horse.

Song Wenzhi stretched out his hand to the Mongolian Si Han Da Hubala in front of him...... "This friend, can we go to the bonfire and have a good chat?" ”

Dahubala replied with a smile: "The master and friend of our brother Daruchi is the friend of our steppe people!" It's my pleasure......"

Song Wen said with a smile: "I myself came out of the market, so I only have brothers in my life...... There were never any slaves and subordinates, and you will learn from Daruchi later......"

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The black soil forest is very large, and there is almost no grass in it. At night, the howling wind blows between the mud ditches and mountains, making a sound like ghosts crying and howling wolves, and it has always been an ominous place for herdsmen to stay away.

Mohan orchid is actually called orchid, and the Mongolian people do not have a proper surname now, so the name is to express that the girl called Orchid is the daughter of the old Mohan family.

The orchid struggled to nail the rope on the ground, the tent was in tatters and could not stand the wind, and the two children were still shivering in the tent, and there was no food at home.

The sister-in-law has not yet married, but the family has suffered such a disaster...... I'm afraid my father-in-law and mother-in-law have been killed now, those damn horse bandits...... And the damned Daruchi, the yak got up from himself without saying a word and left, following the damned Khitans...... Never came back!

The sister-in-law, Najib, came out weakly, she had a fever, but she only drank a little mare's milk. What little food was left for the little niece and nephew......

"Najib, go back and lie down!"

"Sister-in-law Orchid, shall we still run away to the west?"

"There is no escape, and further west are the felt bags of the grazing slaves of the Kereh tribe, those are as vicious as the horse bandits, they are all brutes, and we cannot fall into their hands."

"But there is no way to put horses here, and there are no cattle and sheep...... We're going to starve. ”

Mohan Lanhua used all her strength to tie the cow hair rope that tied the tent tightly, then sat on the ground and said: "Grit your teeth and wait, I hope those useless Khitans will drive away the horse bandits on the grassland, those are their own useless deserters, they are their own sins...... When the time comes, we will go back to the Nada beach to graze. ”

The two women sat next to each other on the broken felt at the door of the tent, the moon rose, and their stomachs growled...... The children in the tent were asleep, and the two of them would sometimes cry secretly outside to hide from the poor children.

But now neither of them had the strength to cry, just staring at the moonlit beach next door.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Sister-in-law Najib was still a little scared and struggled to hide in the tent. Mohan Orchid quietly grabbed the dagger hidden under her skirt...... It was given to her by her dead husband, Tawra, a silent fellow...... Daruchi's yak also knew to give him a deer antler comb, and he actually gave himself a dagger!

If you don't escape, you can't escape...... If it's those routs, you'll be waiting here! When they pounced on them and lifted their skirts, they stabbed a dog to death...... It can be regarded as revenge for Dawura and his parents-in-law!

Die or die......

Mo Han Lanhua sat on the ground in a daze, watching a horse running in front, followed by a few war horses in the distance, and the group didn't even hit the torches, as if they were looking for someone.

"Orchid...... Mohan Orchid! I'm Daruchi...... Orchid...... Where are you?"

Mohan Orchid shook her head...... Can you starve to death? How do you think of the yak in Daruchi? Did he go to war with the Khitans? Fight the Bohai pirates, fight the Han people...... It's time to go to war with the Jurchens, right? I heard that the Jurchens are very powerful, and the Khitans are not opponents! I don't know if Daruchi's yak will be able to come back alive from the battlefield......

There were also a few tattered tents next to the dirt slope in the distance, and when I heard a cavalry running, there was a panicked sound in the tent, and several young women actually got out of the tent with weapons desperate but fierce preparations to fight the enemy!

The horses rushed into the clearing, and the men on the horses shouted anxiously in Mongolian...... "Mohan Orchid, Najib!" I'm Daruchi...... I'm my brother, I'm back to save you! Where are you? I'm Daruchi! ”

Hearing the familiar Mongolian language, the women around them relaxed slightly...... A figure swooped out of the tent and looked anxiously at the other side.

"Brother Daruchi! Brother...... Is that you? I'm little Najib! Is it my brother? ”