"There are the ones who are supporting us in front of us." Jian Cheng said in a deep voice, but even the war horse under his crotch sniffled uneasily. Zhao Xingde stared at the shadowy front line of enemy cavalry, saw the flag of the Xuande Army of Xijing Road of Liao Kingdom, and frowned.

"They have the secret code of the Military Information Department." Jian Cheng also had a look of skepticism on his face. The internal order of Chengying Army was "Everything must be solved by yourself." He was left alone behind the enemy, and even the documents from the General's Mansion could not be trusted easily.

More than 3,000 cavalry on the opposite side were getting closer and closer, "This is clearly the Liao army." Wang Tongdeng said in a deep voice, clamping the horse's belly tightly, and took off the long spear with his right hand, "Beware!" The centurions ordered loudly, and the cavalry raised their long spears one after another, controlling the horses to form a neat front line.

The army on the opposite side was still moving slowly, stopping three hundred steps away like oppression. The three cavalry ran out of the formation and stood between the two armies. A middle general led the head to tie his forehead with red plasters without an iron helmet, bright light armor on his chest, thick leather belt on his back, and a gray wolf-skin cloak with bows and arrows hanging behind the saddle. Two personal soldiers in full armor surrounded him in the middle, holding large guns in their hands, and looked at the Chengying Army vigilantly.

"Is this the Liao army? It is clearly the Song army." Jian Cheng said in surprise. It is easy to distinguish between the Liao people and the Song people in terms of appearance and temperament. The Liao army's formation is also more sparse.

"No, this is the Han army." Zhao Xingde said in a deep voice, "The Han army fighting for the Liao Kingdom." He kicked the horse's belly, and the war horse ran gently to the center of the battlefield. It was not surprising that the Military Information Department could contact a Han army from the Liao Kingdom to serve as an internal support for them. What was strange was that it had deployed such a large scale.

"I am Liu Qutong, the governor of Xuande Army. I heard you are going to Yangcheng?" The general had a short beard on his face and a burly figure. He looked at the team of 700 people behind Zhao Xingde with round eyes, with a hint of arrogance.

Yangcheng is the distribution center of Liao's trade. Gold, silver, silk cloth, beeswax and deep yam medicinal materials from Liaodong, as well as clam beads, green rats, marten rats, gelatinous fish skins, cattle, alpaca, horse, and beefs from Liaodong. Many merchants from Xia and Song also brought a large number of goods from the Central Plains to Yangcheng for trading through smuggling.

"That's right, I hope the general will be able to move for convenience." Zhao Xingde bowed, cursing the people from the Military Information Department in his heart, just find a guide, why did he get into such a guy? He looked at the cavalry opposite. Although it was sparse, his behavior was very fierce and fierce, and the horses were also well controlled.

Liu Qutong waved his whip and said, "Follow us, don't cause trouble on the road." But his tone seemed to have owed him 800 jin of silver. He turned his head. His two guards stared at Zhao Xingde fiercely and followed the commander. More than 3,000 cavalry turned northeast. Zhao Xingde's team of seven hundred cavalry mixed in, and there was no trace.

The horse team walked for about half an hour before they arrived at a camp. There were a large number of people, grain trucks and other goods in the camp. Only seven or eight hundred people were left to guard the camp. Liu Qutong pointed to a free place and asked Zhao Xingde to camp in the camp. His own army was monitored on all sides.

"General Zhao, can these bastards be selling humans, right?" Jian Cheng walked around the camp. He rode alone everywhere, and Liu Qutong's troops didn't care much. There was another general who seemed to want to sell personal favors and secretly told Jian Cheng privately that if he wanted to vent his anger, he would let him go to the women's camp to choose whatever he wanted, and he would like to take a fancy to any of them. "I think there are at least two or three thousand women carrying in this camp, his grandmother's." Jian Cheng said angrily. He has never encountered such a thing in mainland Xia for many years.

"What's so strange about him being able to take big risks to force us into the Liao territory and sell some people?" Wang Tongdeng said disapprovingly, and then changed his words and pondered, "I'm just wondering, many grassland tribes can't even support their own people, so how can they buy so many women? They can't afford to raise idle people." He said, wiping the horizontal knife with him.

Centurion Tang Qiyong sighed: "Since Liu Qutong is sincere to our court, why didn't the Military Information Department completely recruit them, but instead forced them to do some despicable things."

Wang Tongdeng sneered coldly: "Even if I help all my strength, they may not do despicable things."

Several centurions said and said something, Zhao Xingde and Jin Changtai spread out the map of the march. The current situation was not clear in advance. If everything was fine, the 7th Battalion of Chengying successfully passed Yangcheng, avoided the Jinlianchuan grassland with abundant water and grass, and marched northeast to the northeast and entered the sparsely populated Daxianbei Mountain. If things were not in line, they would fight to the north. Although this group of Han soldiers was large, most of them were only one horse, and the most were only two horses, and they carried so many baggage burdens. As long as Chengying Camp kept walking north, it would be a place with a vast land and sparse population, and even entered the sphere of influence of the Anbei Military Office.

On the vast grassland, an old horse with a reins staggered and alone. A dozen Meerbos followed the old horse from a distance. Their short sheepskin jackets were covered with the simplest armor, and each of them held several pack horses with ropes behind their saddles. In addition to a small amount of debris and water bags, only empty big leather bags were hung behind the saddles of the pack horses.

"Temur," asked Meigu carefully, "Is this method effective?" He licked his cracked lips, and Dahan said that he could find the treasure buried by his ancestors in this way, but he had been following the old mare aimlessly for four or five days, and the expectation of finding the treasure was getting slim. Although Bo Shenghuo Dahan had a small box indicating the direction, Migu was still worried about getting lost.

Timur's face changed slightly and he whispered, "The blessing of the heaven of immortality. The method passed down by our ancestors will naturally work." He seemed to have not said anything, but looked carefully at the front. Dahan, who was riding alone in front, looked as ugly as if dead. Timur was his confidant who had been with Haidu Khan for more than ten years. Many other generals did not know about it. He buried the secrets of the Mairebo clan leader, and would rather let him rot in it than say it.

Migu said in a deep voice: "If you can't find the treasure, we will steal the Han people." He pinched the broken felt blanket wrapped in the back of the saddle, and there were hard scabbards inside. As he spoke, Migu felt a little worried. Most of the wealthy Han people in the south lived in cities, and the slaves outside the city were even poorer than the Meerbo people, thin and dirty, and similar to livestock that no one raised. If he insisted on attacking a tribe or city, the Meerbo tribe would have many soldiers killed and injured.

Bo Shenghuo had a gloomy face, his eyes staring straight at the old horse in front of him, with endless expectations and greed placed in his eyes.

The Meerbo people still had tens of thousands of cavalry, and the tribes on the grassland were still full of fear of them. More tribal leaders who were dissatisfied with the Xia army system also informed the Meerbo people. However, the biggest threat to Bo Shenghuo was not from the Xia country, but the Khitans who were regarded as ally by most tribe members.

The Khitan Emperor Yelu Dashi actually gave his only princess to Tachi. After learning that Bo Shenghuo was still in a difficult situation with the people of Xia on the grassland, he generously granted him the Northwest Recruitment Envoy and allowed him to set up a large tent in Yuanyangpo, the hinterland of the Liao Kingdom. However, Tachi and Urgon had been completely filled with the ecstasy of Yelu Dashi and lost their opinion. Not only did they not bring the troops back to the grassland, they also wanted to fight for the Liao Kingdom in the south. Tachi even wrote to Bo Shenghuo, saying that the Song Kingdom in the south was rich in resources and treasures everywhere, and that was where the Merber warriors used their weapons.

"This little ungrateful wolf," Bo Shenghuo murmured in a low voice, "It will be raised by the old fox of Yelu Dashi. Where is the Song State? 800,000 imperial guards, each with iron armor, and tens of thousands of cavalry alone. Even the powerful Xia State could not swallow them." He paused and murmured, "When did this little wolf cub learn to write? He used to whip him with a horse whip. This Yelu Dashi is really a figure." Bo Shenghuo took a deep breath of the fresh air on the grassland, "The Meerbo people were born to herd horses and sheep on the grassland. If they even lost the grassland, they would be called a hero." More importantly, the Meerbo people are wolves on the grassland and cannot always rely on the wings of the Liao Kingdom like dogs.

He has said these words many times among his generals, but tens of thousands of Meerbo people cannot keep running around like horse thieves. The tribes want women and wealth. These people still yearn for Tachi and Urgon, and some even discuss in private that instead of gnawing sand on the grassland, it is better to fight for the Khitans, and there are all kinds of women and wealth.

Suddenly, Bo Shenghuo's eyes lit up, and the old horse stopped on a lush grassland, but did not lower his head to eat grass, but wandered around and began to feel compassion. "It's this place," he suppressed the excitement in his heart, observed it carefully for a moment, and finally he was completely sure. After the relief, a strong sense of shame and anxiety surged in his heart.

"Da Khan, is this place?" Migu hurriedly rushed over and asked.

"That's right." Bo Shenghuo's face turned gloomy and turned his head to look. Migu, Timuer and others did not doubt his words at all. They were all excited and removed shovels and picks from the backs of pack horses, which were unusual tools on the grassland.

"Wait a minute." Bo Shenghuo raised his hand to stop his subordinates from acting rashly. He asked his tribe members to raise eight high spears, then hung the white horse meat that had just been slaughtered on the tip of the spear, and then threw grains into the ground. Bo Shenghuo crawled in the middle of the spear, prostrated himself three times, kneeling on the ground and closing his eyes and muttering something. His voice was very small, and all the tribe members behind could not hear clearly.

"What's going on? Aren't we here to dig for treasure?" Migu asked in a low voice.

"This is," Timur's face was gloomy and clear, "a place where the patriarchs and wealth of the Meerbo people of all generations were buried." He stared ahead, and Bo Shenghuo was still kneeling on the ground, his back was filled with sorrow and determination, and he continued to pray for the forgiveness of his ancestors.

Author: Today's second update, the first update is given.
Chapter completed!