In the morning, dewdrops were still shaking on the leaves of grass. If it were usual, the sound of the horse-riding hooves of the Meerbo Shepherd riding horse would have been rolling like the thunder in the sky. Today is different. Women who started to pound cheese before dawn had a little sadness in their singing, and most of the people who were grazing were underage children. The busy figures of men were rarely seen, and the huge camp seemed a little empty and deserted.

After more than 20,000 soldiers went to war, Haidu Khan Toul Melbour was particularly cautious. He reminded his confidant subordinates: "Be careful, and you won't be too much if you are careless. One time is enough." He distributed the tea cloth and other supplies brought by Yelu Bijie to the warriors who went to war. The remaining men gathered together and spread far away to patrol around the tribe.

Fortunately, with the power of the Khitan, the nearby allied tribes forced all the men from the tribe to go to war. Otherwise, it would be difficult for these ungrateful wolves to take advantage of the situation. Tuoer Melbo narrowed his eyes and looked down, and his eldest son Bo Shenghuo looked worried.

"Yelu Dashi said that as long as you follow him to fight, the wealth of the plunder will be distributed to the warriors," Haiduhan was illiterate. Boshenghuo sat cross-legged on his lower head, reciting the secret letter brought back by Tachi, "No need to hand it over to the tribe, and no matter whether it is from a noble or low family, you can be promoted as long as you make a contribution." He paused and looked up and said, "Father Khan, Yelu Dashi is going to dig the foundation of our tribe."

Tuoer Meerbo knew in his heart that it would be strange if Yelu Dashi didn't make any decisions when he handed over these 30,000 warriors. Although his eldest son looked foolish, he was no less sensible than others, but he was a little cowardly and afraid of trouble. Haiduhan shook his head and smiled: "Don't worry, the Meerbo tribe can be stronger than other tribes because of treating heroes well. The wives and children of the tribe are all staying in the tribe and will not betray them easily." He sighed, "Compared with ordinary soldiers, the higher the generals, the more likely they are to be bribed and betray the tribe. If Yelu Dashi turns around and seduces them, be careful."

Haiduhan picked up the silver tea bowl, grabbed the Xia Kingdom powdered sugar powder, stirred it with two fingers, and drank the tea in one go. He felt the heat emitted from every pore, and his mind was clearer. He pondered the nature of each thousand-man commander and said in a deep voice: "Tell Tachi and Urgon that the commanders above the thousand-man commander should not contact the Khitans privately. After defeating Yelu Yanxi, no matter what Yelu Dashi said, he would bring my warriors back to the grassland." This time, the generals sent out to lead troops to fight were mostly heroes who were the same as the tribe's center, except for their sons and grandsons.

"Yes, father Khan." Boshenghuo Meierbo agreed.

"Yelu Da agreed. As soon as the warriors of the Meerbo people set out to fight, we will give us the four states of Yunying Huanshuo. Give you ten thousand warriors and go south to Yunzhou immediately. The Kelly tribe has been grazing there for several years and can be your support." Haiduhan's eyes shone with excitement. The Khitans are a living example. From a powerful tribe to the overlord of the barbarians in the northern country, it has a great relationship with the continuous supply of food and supplies in the sixteen states of Youyun. "As soon as you get to the heels there, I will send someone to send a message, and I will arrange for the tribe to migrate south." He felt a little happy in his heart, "I have obtained the support of Yunzhou City, and the grasslands in the south of the desert are also from our Meerbo tribe."

"But, send these ten thousand warriors out," said Boshenghuo Melbo worriedly, "the tribe has only more than ten thousand men who can fight, and it is even more empty."

"Five thousand Meerbo people can deal with those mice with ulterior motives." A cold light appeared in Tuoer Meerbo's eyes. The great reputation of Haidu Khan was accumulated on countless tribes. He sighed and said, "The only thing that can be worried is that the Xia people will attack. We will find out the news early and avoid it from afar. The Xia people are just to prevent us from harassing the Yinhu's autumn harvest crops and grass."

During the Great Khitan period, the Xia Kingdom sent Duhan Army and his fellow eunuchs to the vicinity of Xiaohai to recruit families, build cities to settle and grazle. The grassland in Mobei has been in trouble since then, and it has been more than 120 years since then. There have been countless wars between the Xia people, the Khitans and the nomadic tribes. Because the land of Mobei is vast and sparse, it is difficult for the Anbei Military Office to take care of both, and there are always nomadic tribes who take risks to plunder the settled farms and pastures. The Anbei Military Office has never stopped luring the herdsmen of the tribe to surrender.

For decades, the Xia Guoan North Army Office has made every effort to consolidate the sphere of influence west of Xiaohai. Not only has the grassland divided into countless pastures, but it has also migrated some Han farmers to settle in Duhancheng and Hengzhaibao. The autumn is high and the horses are fertile. Whether it is growing grain or planting grass, it is the harvest season. It is also the most tense time for the Xia cavalry, and it is also the main prevention of the tribes in the northern desert. After winter, the livestock of the nomadic tribes cannot survive the cold winter and can only hide from the wind and snow in a few winter nest grasslands. Tribes are difficult to migrate at will like in spring, summer and autumn. This is the time when the Xia cavalry launched an attack and retaliation against the grassland tribes. Over the past few decades, this set of back and forth has become a regular. The vast grassland is also more fertile and attractive due to the blood of countless warriors.

The transportation of grain supplies from Guanzhong to Mobei was a huge expense, and one ten arrived. This was also the concern that the military government could not launch an offensive battle in the autumn. At this time, there was an excitement in the camp of Duhan Army. "It's time to do a big deal." The captain mysteriously conveyed the military government's order to the soldiers. Although the detailed plan was still confidential, the logistics department had been transported to Cangcheng one after another because of the delay in the autumn harvest. Before the war began, the soldiers would be divided into the names of each Yinhu according to the cavalry list. The gap between the soldiers and Yinhu in Mobei was less than that in other places. Before the war, there was a first entry. Everyone was happy. If this trip made more meritorious contributions, the titles and salaries would rise again next year. In Duhan City, there were fires, blacksmiths sweated heavily, and the sounds of iron sharpening knives were everywhere.

At this moment, outside Shulezhou, the north Tianshan Road, there was another scene. The soldiers of Chengying Camp who had just arrived looked strangely at the city's cheers. It was already late, but the city gates were not closed yet. Many farmers living nearby drove their carriages to the city. The wide carriage carried laughter and joyful family. Adults changed into rare silk robes, while children wore hats with dead grass, waving small bows and wooden knives in their hands. Pedestrians on the road were floating in sleeves, carrying lanterns, and their faces looked particularly festive, and they rushed to the city in a steady stream.

"My question, man," Zhao Xingde grabbed a middle-aged man with a festive face. His robe was embroidered with a sign of a magistrate's identity, as if he was a retired sergeant. "What festival is being celebrated in the city?"

The middle-aged man was stopped by Zhao Xingde, and his wife and children also turned around to look at the group of soldiers riding horses. The middle-aged man saw Zhao Xingde's military robe embroidered with the signs of centurion and the chief of the common people embroidered on his military robe. Wang Tongdeng was also a common leader. Other soldiers were not under the titles of the other officials. Most of the ranks of the soldiers of the Xia Kingdom were made of military merits. The middle-aged man suddenly felt awe-inspiring and greeted his wife and children first to avoid being squeezed away by the crowd. Then he bowed and smiled: "This lord, this is celebrating the victory. General Xu Wenhu of Anxi led his army to attack the capital of Ross and captured all the royal family of Ross. General Lu Qingzong of Anxi fought a decisive battle with King Musti of Ross. He killed more than 20,000 and captured the king. Thirty thousand Ross troops surrendered. The city of Zhou was released. On the three days of Daqing, the Chamber of Commerce and the Military Mansion paid for the wine and food. We were all going to have fun."

"What?" Zhao Xingde was shocked. He had not seen the latest military newspaper in the past few days after crossing the Palacio Mountains. Such a big thing happened. It is conceivable that defeating Ross would immediately make the Western pattern different for Xia Kingdom, and Lu Mei had to rely more on Xia Kingdom's aid.

"The news spread so quickly?" Wang Tongdeng said with a frown.

"The military newspaper of the military government has not been released yet, and the Kangju Chamber of Commerce first used carrier pigeons to spread the news," the middle-aged man said with excitement, "There are already a group of caravans. They can't wait to celebrate the victory, so they took the goods to climb the Pamir Mountains first. The big business banks also want to transport the goods as much as possible before the snow covers the mountain and go to Ross to open a semicolon." Many Shule people are taking the Pamir Road together. No matter how the court recovers, all the tea and porcelain stockpiled in Shule Prefecture have been raised on the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Wang Tongdeng felt quite heartbroken. He recalled what General Xu Wenhu, the Anxi General, said in the first place. "If I had known this, I would have been transferred to the Anxi Military Office." He looked up and saw Zhao Xingde looking at him with a smile, and couldn't help but call his soldiers under his command, "Take two steps quickly and go to the post station to read the military newspaper."

Although everyone was enthusiastic about fame and title, they were not as anxious as Wang Tongdeng. There were many pedestrians on the way. When they arrived at the post station, another stick of incense was passed. Wang Tongdeng was anxious to submit his waist card documents, and took out the military newspapers that passers-by officials could read, and even beat his chest and stamped his feet. "There is a ban! There is a title of eight founding marquis at once! I haven't been released for many years." The faces of the soldiers also changed. It is more and more difficult to get promoted to the Xia State. The founding Duke and Marquis are hereditary titles with fiefs. Not only does it require the emperor's imperial title, but also the five prefectures agree. It is rare to see it for more than ten years. After this battle, Emperor Chen Xuan actually conferred eight founding marquis at once.

Zhao Xingde frowned and thought. As he knew before, the Xia court was extremely cautious in awarding hereditary titles, and he didn't know why he was so generous this time. He took the military newspaper from Wang Tongdeng and looked carefully. When he saw General Anxi Xu Wenhu attacking the city of Ross, he first rescued more than a dozen brothers who were forbidden by King Ross. These dozens of nobles and confidants were extremely grateful to the Xia army, and even wanted to take their personal Xia army to attack King Ross behind the scenes. Only then did he realize it.

"It is not easy for these eight marquises," he handed the newspaper to Du Chujiao, sighing, "This is the nail that I have entered the territory of Ross. This fief may have to be bloodied for generations."

"That's also a fief!" Wang Tongdeng still looked heartbroken. The Xia State strictly enforced the land system, and those who privately granted land acres were assigned to the small navy's former servants. The family property was not an official, those who knew about it and those who did not report it were sentenced to death, and those who bribed officials were executed. There was only one way to obtain a large area of ​​land, which was to be named the founding Duke of the State. Not only did they have a noble status, but they also obtained a large area of ​​fiefs that could attract refugees to farm.
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