After the military discussion, the moon was in the middle of the sky. The grassland at night was particularly quiet. In the distance, faint clouds were like light smoke covering the full moon. The moonlight flew down like a waterfall. The whistling wind sounded from time to time, and the whole grassland seemed peaceful and peaceful. But it was this grassland, every inch of land was soaked in blood and tears. One violent nation after another was brutal, and the chaotic iron hoof storm set out from here.

After patrolling the post, Zhao Xingde took a deep breath of coldness in the middle of the night, leaned against the pillow with a horizontal knife and closed his eyes to ponder. Since he led his army to war, he had a rare time to sit down and think quietly. "The soldiers cannot go out to find women alone, but others can see that something is wrong." Zhao Xingde smiled bitterly. If he wanted to go, he would probably have to line up the entire battalion, which was in line with the habit of the Xia army. The military camp could not allow everyone to do whatever he wanted. Even as a centurion like Wang Tongdeng, who could not help but have meat and vegetables all day long, would have to be upset in his heart if he had no military orders to act alone. The Xia soldiers' ownership and dependence on the battalion were not something that the Liao people and Song people could imagine.

In the camp of the Xuande Army Jiedu governor, Liu Qutong was as calm as during the day. "The horses did not do anything out of line, right?" He stared at several officers in the tent who were sent to test.

Wu Yirou stood at the lower head and said respectfully: "Nothing, the second head of Jin also revealed to the last general that they wanted to attract peace." He paused, suppressed his strange mood, and pondered in his heart, "I don't know if it's true or not?" He felt a little sad. The Jiedushi wanted to tie Xuande's army together, so he would die together. The extraordinary person named Zhao kept talking and whispering haha, and refused to put a clear word. Perhaps it was also to see this section. "What are they going to Yangcheng? Is Xia Guoan's Northern Army Division going south?" Wu Yirou thought to herself, but her expression on her face became more and more respectful. Liu Qutong's temper was definitely not good.

"Recruiting the funeral?" Liu Qutong felt funny and said inwardly: "I still want to follow the dragon. But can you keep the power and place of the Xuande army for me?" Liu Qutong had no choice but to take over the matter of bringing this team of Xia people to Yangcheng with unknown background. The Khitans were so unrighteous and were cowardly in the Southern Dynasty, so they had to leave a way out. Liu Qutong looked closely at his power like a rich man guarding the cashier. For him, the Xia people were just like a thorn in the Xuande army for the time being. He was always worried that the Xia people would be betrayed and persuade his subordinates to betray him. He was also worried that the Khitans would get conclusive evidence of secretly connecting with the Xia people. Once such signs appeared, they would cut the mess with a quick knife.

The butter candle burned, which made Liu Qutong's face unstable. His thoughts were a little dazed. The Han Chang Rebellion decades ago could have been a combination of north and south to attack Shangjing, but most of the Han generals on Nanjing Road stood on the side of the Liao court. "When the Han family was there, the Han generals could be on par with the Khitans, and even overwhelmed them. Now they have fallen into such a field, alas!" Liu Qutong shook his head, and he had become so full of complaints at that time.

Xuande Army and Chengying Camp had their own ambitions, and the march was still smooth. Zhao Xingde couldn't help but secretly thank the Xuande Army for this cover. Otherwise, it would have been a lot of thought to avoid the investigation between the tribe and the Liao Kingdom. Although the grasslands in the north of Xijing Road were vast and sparsely populated, they were under the throne of the Liao court. Many of the tribes here were driven from the northwest by the Anbei Army Division, and many of them were hostile to the Xia Kingdom. The Chengying Camp team was 700 people, carrying more than 2,000 horses, and it was impossible for them to march along the main road. Now, under the name of Xuande Army, they can buy food and supplies from the places they pass by with great fanfare, and even replenish some pack horses.

After more than ten days of night trip, the terrain along the way gradually became taller, with steep mountains, narrow and long roads, high grass and dense forests, and difficult roads. Those who asked Xuande Army often told dangerous places such as Langwogou, Yehuling, and Heifengkou.

"Damn, what kind of bird place is really poor, mountains and rivers!" Wang Tongdeng murmured. For the cavalry, the terrain that the most disliked was this kind of terrain. The officers of Chengying Camp secretly stepped up their guards. Zhao Xingde secretly observed the sky in the camp every day and found that Xuande's army was actually moving towards Yanzi City. This area was built in Huaihuang Town during the Northern Wei Dynasty, which was one of the six towns. Yanzi City controlled the tunnels that strangled the northern grasslands of the Moyan area and came out of Youyan. It was the most important thing, but it was also the place where the Liao people defended heavily and the palace for the emperors of the Liao Kingdom to hunt swans in spring.

Sure enough, after passing through the valley, the water plants gradually flourished, there were many birds and beasts, and large groups of cattle and sheep passed by from time to time in the wilderness, and the population gradually flourished. Some farmers even ploughed on the fields and dense fruit trees were distributed on the gentle slopes. Most of these fields and orchards belonged to the nobles or temples of the Liao Kingdom, only a few were official fields, while those who plowed the fields were slaves without exception. Soon, the famous Swallow City appeared on the horizon, but the Xuande army passed by the city and walked for another half a day to reach a water siege north of Swallow City.

Compared with the bustling and lively Swallow City, everything here seems simple and rough. Apart from the fence and tent, a clearly newly built altar is the only building here. More than three thousand cavalry had run out of the camp. The cavalry on the horse held bows, arrows, spears and other weapons, and were eyeing the approaching Xuande army. After informing the purpose of his identity, soon after, Boshenghuo Meerbo brought his generals to welcome him.

"Welcome to my most honorable guest, Liu Jiedushi." Bo Shenghuo's figure became fatter and fatter. He smiled with a smile on his face, spreading his arms to Liu Qutong and hugged him tightly. Liu Qutong also changed his usual dead face, smiling as if he had seen his long-lost brother. The two of them held hands and walked into the tent, and their trusted officers followed them, while Zhao Xingde and others were outside with other Xuande soldiers.

The scene just now fell into the eyes of the officers of Chengying Camp. Wang Tongdeng spitted on the ground and cursed: "It's so fucking disgusting." Soon after, the secretary Wu Yirou rushed out of the Hu people's tent and loudly explained to the officers of the Xuande Army. Soon the big carts loaded with iron and cloth were driven to the other camp. Behind the carts were more than 3,000 female slaves and craftsmen with unkempt and ragged clothes.

Along the way, these people were treated not much the same as those of livestock. I really don’t know whether it would be a relief for them to reach this destination or the beginning of a new suffering. Several Hu people stood at the gate of the camp, constantly pinching and patting like checking animals, and then spreading their mouths to check their teeth. A group of herders in the camp opposite waving their poles to drive the war horses and slowly coming out towards the Xuande Army. The Xuande Army officers laughed and scolded the Hu people for wearing broken shoes, but they couldn’t understand, and the buyers and sellers had a satisfied smile on their faces.

Zhao Xingde usually stayed in the army and had never seen these trafficked Han people. They were already like walking corpses. Even if they were only a little angry, they were full of fear. They were powerless to do something for these miserable people. At this moment, Zhao Xingde felt ashamed, as if his heart was suddenly thrown into the bitter salt water.

He turned around to look at the soldiers of the Chengying Army around him. Everyone, including Wang Tongdeng, who is usually joking, looked at this scene with a complicated expression. "Remember this scene," Zhao Xingde whispered, "The weak have no hope to save themselves, nor have the chance to save others." Jin Changtai looked at him in surprise and nodded thoughtfully. It was almost dusk, and the bright sunshine was filled with colorful halos, as if a layer of gold edges were inlaid with the general's gray cloak.

In addition to war horses, the Meerbo people also paid a lot of gold and jewelry to compensate for the missing part of the goods, which made Liu Qutong very satisfied. He also specially introduced large merchants from Hedong, Fan Mancang, Wang Peiyu, Jin Yulan, Wang Tangfa and others from Hedong. These merchants originally smuggled arms and grain from Hedong to Liu Qutong. It was these people who smelled the business opportunity and took the initiative to advance a lot of money, which led to the transaction between Liu Qutong and Meerbo people.

The grassland tribes have always lacked supplies and attach great importance to merchants. Bo Shenghuo admired the culture of the Central Plains, so he gave them great courtesy and made full promise that as long as he recruited envoys in the northwest, these caravans would be unobstructed in Mobei. They also asked these merchants to traffic more iron tools and craftsmen to come to Mobei.

"Did you see my warrior?" Bo Shenghuo said happily to the merchants.

"The warriors of the Khan are strong and powerful, and they are better than those of the Central Plains!" Fan Mancang praised without any worries. It is best for the barbarians on the grassland to be generous by nature and to act generously.

"As long as my warriors have enough armor and weapons," Bo Sheng touched his beard and slapped the table. "No matter how many gold and jewelry I have, I will give it to you here!" He stood up and shouted, "Come on, I will take you to see a place!" After that, he walked out of the tent.

The merchants looked at each other, and the Hu people invited him to the scene. They had to follow the knight and went straight to the ground under the dirt altar that was more than two meters high. Bo Shenghuo pointed at Fan Mancang with a proud look on his face, and said in a deep voice: "You, come up and take a look."

Fan Mancang did not dare to refuse and hurriedly said, "Sure the order." He bent down and followed Bo Shenghuo, followed the stairs of the earthen trunk, and came to the top of the altar. He saw a spacious house, which was pitch black and could not see anything. Fan Mancang was puzzled and a little scared, but he did not dare to show it at all, but Bo Shenghuo shouted: "Get the torch!"

The lit torch was handed over, and Bo Sheng took it over and stretched it into the room without hesitation. Suddenly, Fan Mancang felt that his eyes were lit up, and the golden light was dazzling. He didn't believe it, so he rubbed his eyes and looked at it again. He almost screamed in shock. The room was filled with gold, silver and jewelry, and under the illumination of the torch, it was mouth-watering.

Bo Shenghuo paid attention to Fan Mancang's expression, thought to himself, and said in a deep voice: "Go in and take a look?"

"Yes, yes," Fan Mancang nodded, forgot to give in, and stepped into the house full of gold and silver bricks in one step. Bo Shenghuo smiled slightly, followed him in, and used a torch to illuminate the four walls. Except where the two stood, there were treasures, gold Buddhas, gold nuggets, and silver cups on all sides piled up in a mess. Large strings of east beads leaked out from the gaps in the gold and silver boxes, and agate and gems were almost scattered all over the ground.

Fan Mancang's heart was almost filled with the wealth in front of him that could rival the country, and his mind could hardly think. If someone asked him at this time, he would answer without hesitation: "Yes!" At this time, the tempting voice of Meerbo Khan sounded in his ears again.
Chapter completed!