Chapter 213: The heroes of the world

The huge convoy led by the envoy of the Song State continued to march on the grassland. This time, he did not encounter any grazing tribes on the road. He slowly advanced on the flat grassland and gradually saw the appearance of a camp ahead.

On a slightly raised hillside on the grassland, there are a large number of domes standing there. Some herders are in and out of the domes. When they see this convoy from afar, they look at this side in surprise.

Zhao Liangchen led the convoy to the camp, and felt a little excited. He wondered if he could see the legendary bold and arrogant strong man who slaughtered 50,000 Liao soldiers overnight.

The sound of majestic horns sounded in the camp on the hillside, and the sound of horse hooves came. The herdsmen hurriedly made way to both sides, leaned down on the ground, and respectfully offered respect to their masters.

Hundreds of war horses lined up in neat rows and ran out from the center of the camp. The horses and cavalry were all strong and strong, and their stern aura emanated from this powerful cavalry.

It was a fierce momentum cultivated by countless tragic fights, which made Zhao Liangchen and his followers' guards frightened.

In front of the cavalry, a tall man sat upright on a tall horse, with a strong and strong figure, wearing a solemn and luxurious robe of King Shubhan. When the horse galloped, the robe was blown by the wind, and a heroic spirit rushed towards him.

Zhao Liangchen looked from a distance and saw the tall man's graceful demeanor and his magnificent aura of riding a horse among the army, and his magnificent aura were like dragons and phoenixes among people, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

What came ahead was obviously the master of this powerful grassland tribe. The extraordinary hero who was dominating the grassland made Zhao Liangchen slightly suffocated for a moment.

After he lost his mind, he hurriedly sorted out his clothes and led a large number of followers to greet him. His heart couldn't help but be beating slightly. Suddenly, he was very excited about seeing such a hero.

The two teams met on the grassland. Zhao Liangchen tried hard to suppress the turmoil in his heart, got off the horse smoothly, went forward to salute, and tried to say hello to the Khan of the Hualie tribe in a peaceful voice.

Luo Dacheng also got off the horse, bowed to him, exchanged a few greetings, and asked about his sufferings along the way.

Although he was deeply respectful to Luo Dacheng, Zhao Liangchen would never forget his mission, so he took out the imperial edict given by Emperor Song and prepared to read it to Luo Dacheng.

Now on the territory of Hualie's tribe, there were a group of foreigners who were not convinced by the laws of the Song Dynasty. Zhao Liangchen did not dare to let Luo Dacheng kneel down and just said, "Please ask Mr. Luo to accept the order." Seeing that Luo Dacheng was just bowing and had no intention of kneeling down, he had to do so, unfold the imperial edict and read it to Luo Dacheng standing in front of him.

Luo Dacheng listened quietly, and the general meaning of the imperial edict was to commend Hua Lie tribe for defeating the Liao army, specially granted him the title of Bei'an Marquis, and rewarded him with a large number of spices, silk, tea, ivory, lacquerware, porcelain and other valuable items. However, he did not mention a single word about his crime of hostage to the empress dowager and insulting the emperor.

"Bei'an, do you think I want to settle in the north and not move south anymore?" Luo Dacheng thought in his heart, and a faint sneer appeared on his lips.

Since the Emperor of Song Dynasty intended to be forgotten, Luo Dacheng was naturally happy to pretend to be confused. After listening to him, he bowed to Zhao Liangchen for his long journey to pass the imperial edict, but he did not mention the matter of accepting the title of Marquis of Bei'an.

Seeing that his face was light, Zhao Liangchen was neither happy for receiving the thick reward nor mentioned the newly won title of marquis. He sighed in his heart, knowing that the lord of the grassland tribe had lofty ambitions, and with these small profits alone, he must not be able to impress him.

But now the Hualie tribe has formed a deep hatred with the Liao Kingdom. If he proposed an alliance, he would like to echo the Hualie tribe from afar and jointly control the Liao Kingdom, the Hualie tribe should also agree, right?

Now that he has just arrived at the camp of Hualie's troops, he is not in a hurry to raise this matter. After a few days, he will see the situation and slowly plague his words to see if he has the intention of alliance. If he can get his approval and be willing to become a vassal of the Song Dynasty, just like the King of Xiping in Xingzhou, then he will be able to achieve his mission.

While thinking, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance, and more than ten war horses rushed towards him. When he came closer, the knight immediately jumped off his horse and ran to Luo Dacheng. He knelt on one knee, bowed up, and shouted: "Report to Khan, those more than 10,000 Liao troops have decided to surrender!"

Luo Dacheng smiled and nodded, "Good job, Brother Su! Immediately call for troops and horses, and we will go and receive surrender!"

What they said was in Chinese, which made Zhao Liangchen, who was standing by, stunned.

I had known that more than 10,000 Liao soldiers were trapped on the grassland and could not escape. At that time, I thought that using the Hualie troops to eliminate the 50,000 Liao troops overnight, it would not be difficult to destroy more than 10,000 Liao troops. It was just that it was not easy to force them to surrender.

Now that he heard that the always fierce Liao army was going to surrender to the grassland tribe, it was like being wiped out 50,000 Liao troops overnight. It was an unprecedented event, and Zhao Liangchen couldn't help but be surprised.

Luo Dacheng looked back at him, smiled calmly, and invited the envoy Song to watch the surrender ceremony. Zhao Liangchen was surprised, so naturally he was willing to follow him and rode northeastward.

Behind them, a large number of brave cavalry followed closely, faithfully protecting their beloved Khan, and they kept rushing across the grassland and heading towards the direction where the Liao camp was.

Zhao Liangchen's entourage also turned over the horse and followed them into the distance using their inexperienced horsemanship.

Only some officials and guards were left behind, looking at the many vehicles and the valuable gifts loaded on them, and watching their companions go with eager eyes.

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In front of the Liao camp, more than 14,000 Liao soldiers were lined up in neat rows, standing quietly on the grassland.

In front of them, thousands of cavalry from Hualie tribes were galloping back and forth on the grassland, looking at them from afar, and whispers of ridicule from time to time, dripping from a distance with the wind.

Many Liao soldiers were filled with humiliation. They lowered their heads and said nothing, but they all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, secretly glad that their lives could finally be preserved.

The originally brave Liao generals stood in front of each queue, looking at the enemy cavalry in the distance, and gritting their teeth secretly.

They were originally unwilling to surrender, but after being trapped for so long, their food and supplies were cut off. Anyone could see that this battle would be defeated, and they would probably be wiped out, and few would survive.

The news from Liao was completely cut off and no new orders were received, which made the rumors secretly spread among the Liao army, saying that the Liao army had given up on them and they were just dead in this battle!

Under such circumstances, the order issued by Xiao Diei did not receive too strong opposition. Especially when Xiao Diei said that Hualie's tribe had promised to keep the Liao generals and wait for their relatives to pay a sum of money to allow them to redeem them, the Liao generals were depressed and reluctantly accepted this fact.

Perhaps, after all, it is a good thing after the war. It can be redeemed by relatives in a while. The Liao generals were thinking this in their hearts, looking at Xiao Die in front of the team, hoping that he did not deceive himself with lies.

Xiao Fei rode his horse and stood silently at the forefront of the more than 10,000 Liao army troops, allowing the cold wind on the grassland to blow through his body, and his heart trembled gently in the wind.

In the end, I have to surrender, so that my life and relatives can be saved. But from then on, I have to leave my hometown and live in this remote wasteland. I don’t know when I can return to my hometown.

He didn't dare to think about the fate of his subordinates. But no matter what, their lives were saved. As for how long they could be saved, it was no longer something that Xiao could decide.

The rapid sound of horse hooves from the front interrupted his thoughts. When he raised his head, Xiao Di clearly saw that smoke and dust rose in front of him, as if a large group of people came.

Soon, he saw the thousands of Hualie cavalry in front of him forming an orderly formation, raising the weapons in his hands, and cheering: "Hua Liehan! Hua Liehan!"

Amid their cheers, a large army appeared on the grassland and rushed towards this side.

This army is composed of cavalry, with a large number of people, with tens of thousands of cavalry. Everyone on horseback is brave and uniform, allowing the entire army to move forward like a person under the will of the commander. The cold momentum emitted by the entire army is shocking.

In front of the army, Luo Dacheng was wearing the luxurious robe of King Khan and galloped on his horse. His heroic aura was daunting under the crowd of thousands of troops.

Looking at the army silently, Xiao Die bit his lips tightly.

It is not surprising that the nomadic tribes on the grassland have a large number of cavalry, and it is normal for everyone to ride and shoot. However, the grassland tribe with such strict discipline is something he has never seen before. The discipline of this beyond the regular troops of the Liao army alone is enough to turn a bunch of tribal private soldiers into a one-man steel army, and they are naturally invincible across the grassland.

In this way, the 90,000 troops he was in were not unfairly defeated. Thinking of this, Xiao Fei sighed in his heart, rode his horse forward, and greeted the galloping army.
Chapter completed!