Xiao Ding is fourteen years old this year, a descendant of the Bali clan of the Great Liao Hou clan.

If reincarnation is a technical job, then Xiao Ding can be proud of most of his peers in this land: he was born in a mansion with a beautiful garden and imitation of the Song people's pavilions everywhere. When the moon was full, his parents proudly hugged him, as if they were holding auspicious clouds from heaven, to the amazement of the visiting relatives and monks. And like a proud god and Buddha who ignores mortals, he grabbed the Buddha beads carved from white jade Haidongqing and incense sandalwood, and then threw away these ordinary toys without much pity. At that time, people looked at Bai Yuhai Dongqing, who fell to the ground and broke his wings, and did not blame him for being ignorant, but rejoiced in the health and liveliness of the child.

By the time he could walk, Xiao Ding was already accustomed to the knives decorated with gold and flint bags decorated with precious stones on his belt, but he still did not hesitate to take off a few embroidered bags of gems and filigree as a reward from his master to his subordinates.

Winters in Yanjing are always so dry and cold, and young men wrapped in sable furs can sit in the conservatory and sip ginseng tea, while carefully selected beautiful slave girls are responsible for extinguishing the fire of the young master and teaching him how to find new pleasures in life.

If in the years when the Khitan state was flourishing, this young man would be a legitimate member of the national uncle's account, and the elders of the family would choose a suitable wife for him when he landed, and it was likely to be the daughter of the Yelu family. At his age, he will be selected into the palace division army and become the guard next to Emperor Liao.

But deciding a person's fate is not only the shadow of his father and ancestors and his personal struggle, but also depends on the course of history.

Although he ascended the throne and changed the yuan in the same year as Zhao Ji, compared to the peer who played the art of imperial balance, Tianzuo Emperor Yelu Yanxi is a standard faint monarch. Just after ascending the throne, he set off a big prison, and from then on, the court was from a big prison to a political dispute, and from a political dispute to a big prison.

The clan, the descendants, the generals, the family, whether it is the Khitan or the Han, I don't know how many wealthy families have fallen, how many upstarts have made their careers, and even when there is a Jurchen invasion, such a broken thing has not been broken.

Xiao Ding's family also gradually fell in such political disputes, although their lives were safe, but those famous horses as strong as dragons, carved bows decorated with gold and silver, luxurious and dazzling pearls and jades, and gardens with pavilions and water pavilions gradually became firewood and rice for the whole family to live.

Because it was difficult to accept the fate of falling from the clouds, Xiao Ding's parents soon died of poverty and illness. And Xiao Ding is like the kind of broken children who will appear at the end of every dynasty, and has become a little splash in Yanjing City.

But in the land of Yanyun with war clouds, the splashers can't live the happy days of mixing rivers and lakes like their counterparts in Bianliang City, and as a descendant of the clan, Xiao Ding has also studied for a few years, practiced bows for a few years, and even practiced horseback riding. So when Yelu Dashi was reorganizing his army for war, he became a remote horse after the expansion.

Unlike the elite of the Liao army that had fought with the Jurchen elite in the northern battlefield, the current Yuanzhu Zima is a new army reorganized by Yelu Dashi with the only remaining embers of the Liao army.

People who are old in the military know that as long as an army is not completely dispersed, and there are still some veterans who have been in the war for a long time as the foundation, then these elites after a hundred battles will be able to pull the team back up, and the recruits will soon become elite soldiers who do not panic on the battlefield under the leadership of veterans.

Of course, sometimes, this kind of military training method of veterans leading new recruits can also bring out a group of veterans who are mixed with military salaries, especially in Zhao Song, which implemented the mercenary system, this kind of problem is particularly prominent.

But the Khitan established the country, relying on the bow horse, Yelu Dashi used these veterans who stopped the horses, although they were defeated, there was barely a little bit of Yu Yong who did not grind clean.

At least Xiao Ding's team of far away horses is positive, and when he takes them out to investigate, he is still very disciplined.

Horses were loaded with armor bags, and in addition to bows, knives, guns and arrows, each of them carried a gourd of spirits. Of course, this wine is not for the horses to drink with their bellies open, and in the cold winter, a few sips of strong wine cannot be said to be a life-saving elixir. Whoever dares to drink secretly, the team leading the team will be able to whip a full face!

Now that the Liao State is about to be exhausted, the only people who can be selected as the distant horses are the Khitan and Xi people. In this small team, five are surnamed Yelu and three are surnamed Xiao. Although they are not the children of the clan and the descendants, they can be said to be related to the prospect of the demise of the Liao State.

At the same time, there is also a little bit of the false fire of the Liao-Song confrontation for a hundred years

When the Southern Dynasty was first established, the Zhao Guanjia used all his more than 300,000 elites to sweep up the heroes to invade Liao, but they were not wiped out on the banks of the Gaoliang River and could only flee by donkey carts? In those years, the Empress Dowager Chengtian and Emperor Shengzong Xiaoxuan led the Khitan heroes and even killed all the way to the heart of the Southern Dynasty!

The Jurchens don't want to die when they fight, and we Khitan men can't get them, but you Southern Dynasties, these weak military horses who can only pick up cheap, what should you do!

Compared to the flames that burned in the hearts of these recruits, the veteran of the Yelu family who led the team just took out the bag of dry food with body temperature from his arms, grabbed a handful of mixed grain fried noodles mixed with salt, and sent it to the mouth of the war horse.

The war horse unceremoniously stretched out his tongue and rolled it in the palm of the veteran's hand, and rolled all the multigrain fried noodles into his mouth. The veteran didn't care about the saliva of the war horse on his hands, but just threw away the reins, looked around the ground, and finally walked to the scattered horseshoe prints on the snow.

At night, the sentry did not dare to fire, and the veteran of the Yelu family only looked back and forth with a little vague outline before nodding: "The horseshoe prints are deep and chaotic, and this hoof prints look like the Song people and horse army with sparse and soft equestrian skills!"

This veteran didn't know that his evaluation of "loose and soft equestrian skills" could not fall on the head of the genuine Zhao Song Liao Horse Army, but could only be a certain unscrupulous former navy that went ashore and was ready to become a horse thief.

After scolding, the veteran immediately turned over and got on his horse: "Let's go, go and touch the color of this Song people's army, cut a few more heads, and go back to make a contribution to the big stone forest tooth!"

However, as soon as he got on the horse, there was a line of fire, and in an instant, it cut an incompatible scorching red in the cold night!

And the end of that line of fire was the old soldier's chest on the back of the war horse that was knocked away by the momentum!