Han Ningshuang hurriedly explained to Wang Xuansu, and Wanyan Minnie chattered beside her: "I really envious. I want to lead troops to kill the enemy, but my father heard the nonsense of outsiders saying that women cannot fight in their families. I just don't accept it. Starting from the Nine Heavens Girls, women in the tribe can kill the enemy for generations, and my aunt also has her own beauty."

Wanyan Minnie came alone, but Han Ningshuang brought twenty cavalry guards, which made her even more envious. She kept saying that she wanted to ask her father for a strong peace along the way. Han Ningshuang didn't argue. The two of them were just saying a word, and then they came to the next circle of tents. The tent in the center was slightly larger than the Jurchen tent next to them, and the newly peeled birch bark exuded a familiar fragrance. Han Ningshuang only felt the soreness on her nose. She held back her tears and let the guards wait outside. She and Wanyan Minnie bent down and crawled into the tent.

The tent seemed quiet and bright, and the sun shone in from the skylight on the top of the tent. A woman in her fifties sat on a piece of elk skin, with needles, fish skin, iron rings, knifes, pearls and other objects spread out on a piece of polished deer skin. She raised her head and saw that her hair was as black as black as silk, but now it was a bit white, but her braids were still tied with jade-colored seashells, and her face was full of deep and fine wrinkles, which made her eyes sink deep. Her eyes, which used to be as bright as stars in the sky, are now turbid. She used to be as silver as a crescent moon, was the most beautiful woman in the tribe, Wanyan Aguda's only sister, Wanyan Minni's aunt Wu Yaren.

"Mini, my good daughter." Uya Ninn put down the things in her hand, stood up, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes. Han Ningshuang and Wanyan Minni hurriedly walked over and supported her. Wanyan Minni saw her sadness, deliberately pouted, "Aunt, which Minni are you talking about?" Han Ningshuang's eyes were slightly red and she choked and said, "Mini's mother."

When hiding in the Wanyan tribe, Han Ningshuang and Wanyan Minni used the same name, and outsiders always confused these two little girls. This is the old wisdom of the remaining Han family's disciple Cheng Ying, who deliberately did it to prevent the Liao court from finding out the whereabouts of Han Ningshuang. In the original tribe, except for having children, women were no different from men. All tribes were unwilling to marry women for nothing, nor could they marry people of the same surname, so there were some women in the tribe who had children alone. Wanyan Wuyaren had been shooting arrows and fighting with his brothers since the beginning of the girl, and he had neither got married nor had children. After Han Ningshuang's mother was gone, Han Ningshuang and Wanyan Minni, who were fostered in the Wanyan tribe, were like her two children. The tribesmen called Wanyan Wuyaren "Mini Mother".

"Mini, I'm making clothes for you." Wanyan Wuyaren pointed to the clothes that were half made in front of him. This was a long skirt tightly tied around his waist. Several precious round colored pearls had been sewn on the collar and cuffs. The back of the robe was embroidered with phoenix and cloud patterns that Han people liked. Wanyan Minni said angrily: "Aunt, I am Minni." Looking at the rare pearls, her eyes shining, and she shook Wuyaren's hands and said: "I am, I am." Seeing Wanyan Wuyaren only took Han Ningshuang's hand and seemed to ignore her at all, Wanyan Minni changed her mouth and said: "I won't snatch it from Ningshuang, so you can make me some clothes too, good aunt, aunt."

Wanyan Wuyaren looked at her helplessly, then looked at Ningshuang, and said, "What's there to argue? Wushu is going to propose marriage to Mini. I'll make her a beautiful dress for her to get married." A hint of joy flashed in Wanyan Minni's eyes, and she smiled and said, "Really, is Ningshuang going to be my sister-in-law?" She shook her head and asked in confusion: "But she is a sister of the tribe, how can she marry the fourth brother?" "Ningshuang is from Han, right?" Wanyan Wuyaren smiled with a smile, raised her fingers and tapped Wanyan Minni's forehead and said, "I told you that the fourth brother has heard that he must marry you to the Wild Jurchen tribe in the north of the Yangtze River."

Wanyan Minnie frowned and said without hesitation: "He wants to dare to do this, I will fight him with a knife." She grabbed Han Ningshuang's shoulder with both hands and smiled: "Ningshuang, Wushu is the worst, don't agree to him, at least..." She frowned and thought for a while, "Let him get five hundred horses and five hundred cows to exchange."

Han Ningshuang pushed her and said angrily: "You have just changed the cow and horse. I won't agree to Wushu. Are you satisfied, Minni?" After saying that, she glanced at Wuyaren, but her eyes were extremely serious. Wanyan Wuyaren sighed in her heart, and did not persuade her anymore. She lowered her head to pick up the needle and thread. While humming old songs passed down from generation to generation, she continued to sew the fish-skin long skirt in her hand. As the Jurchen tribe and the south were engaged in trade, many nobles were accustomed to wearing cloth and silk, and poor families often did not have such exquisite sewing methods and materials. Such handmade and exquisite fish-skin long skirts are becoming less and less common, so Wanyan Minni became jealous of the good dresses made by Wuyaren for Han Ningshuang.

The two girls laughed for a while, lowered their heads and picked up the things, hummed songs and helped Wanyan Wuyaren to fight. However, both of them were absent-minded. The unique sewing skills of Wanyan tribe are probably lost in the future.

"Mini's mother, I'm leaving here in a few days. I'm going to fight the Khitans for my tribe."

"My Minnie has grown up..." "Good aunt, I am Minnie." A leisurely singing came out, and the personal soldiers affiliated to Wanyan Wuyaren guarded carefully outside the tent. In addition to the tents of more than a hundred Jin soldiers around, Wuyaren's Meng'an stayed in Ningjiang Prefecture, guarding the large warehouse for the tribe that stored grain and grass.

In the imperial village not far from here, Wanyan Zongbing said with anger: "Why can't Ningshuang be left behind? She is the leader of the Han army. As long as she stays, the Han army will either obey us or have no leader. Father, I am not just for myself."

Seeing his son spread his hands and looking open-minded, Wanyan Agu smiled and said, "Ningshuang is a good girl. I have asked your aunt to persuade her." A complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he turned his tone and said, "But if she doesn't want to, we can't force her to keep her. It won't work in the past, nor in the future." His tone was particularly affirmative.

Wanyan Zongbi burst into his head with anger in his chest and asked loudly: "Why can't it?"

"Because you have to keep your promise." Wanyan Aguda's face turned slightly dark and he said in a deep voice.

"But our alliance with the Han army has not been signed yet." Wanyan Zongbi said in a deep voice, "It is not our fault for keeping Ningshuang. She is the leader of the Han people. If she is in our hands, the Han people in Liaodong will surrender to us."

"This is not the same thing." Wanyan Aguda's voice was a little low, "If Ningshuang was the leader of the Han people, she would also keep her trustworthy. Ningshuang would not be an enemy of us. Our common enemy is the Khitans." Because he was old, he closed his eyes a little tired, obviously unwilling to discuss this matter again. His father's stubbornness and his strategy were equally well-known in the Wanyan tribe. Although Wanyan Zongbi looked ugly, he still had to turn around and retreat.

In Zhao Xingde's tent, Du Chujiao Bing said: "General Zhao, Miss Han sent someone to inform you that everyone is ready to pack up. Maybe the alliance between the Han army and the Jin Kingdom has been negotiated in the past few days and they will return to the parcel."

"I know." Zhao Xingde said in a deep voice. He looked at the map absent-mindedly. Han Ningshuang and the Han army, who regarded her as the leader, were really a fuel-efficient lamp. The original idea of ​​the Guardian Mansion was to help the Han army and to lay a nail that truly belonged to the Xia Kingdom in Liaodong. Now it seems that the Phoenix Mountain arranged by the Xia army happened to be in the middle of the Han army's territory, slightly northward. In other words, once Han Ningshuang concentrated most of the Han army to the south of Taibai Mountain and the Yalu River, the Han army would be stationed in the east, west and south of the Xia army. If we wanted to develop our power, we could only fight to the north with the Jurchens or the Liao people, or contact the Goryeo army. To the south, we had to get supplies and reinforcements from the sea, and we also had to pass through the defense areas of other Han troops.

"If there is no depth, even if the artillery is transported, it will be difficult to achieve success." Zhao Xingde said to himself, "I didn't expect that I would give up the people and the Han army brought our army in again." If the Xia army did not want to challenge the Liao army or the Jin army alone, they could only fight with the Han army. It would be okay to huddle in Sanyinzhai to farm. What would Chengying Camp do when he came to Liaodong? Be a hostage? Zhao Xingde deeply exhaled a deep breath in his chest, unfolded a piece of white paper, and as part of the Chengying Camp's military affairs, he began to write a front-line observation military newspaper for the Han army.

Although the Han army deliberately showed its strength over the past ten days, Zhao Xingde truly felt that the Guguo Mansion and the Military Information Department underestimated the strength of the Han army and underestimated the other's ambitions. Han Ningshuang said that the Han army had only more than 10,000 soldiers to fight, and the others were all strong men who were chosen by the people. But who knows? The Han army was able to forcefully reorganize the scattered soldiers You Yong, who spread all over Liaodong, was at least not the kind of mob as I imagined. Zhao Xingde had already seen the battle in the front. These Han troops were at least less afraid of death than the Song army. If they had better armor and weapons than now, and appropriate training, they would show surprising potential in the war. "But, who will they fight for?"

Zhao Xingde rolled the map, walked out of the tent with pondering, squinting his eyes to observe the Han army around him. Most of the Han army knew General Zhao from Xia. The higher ranks bowed to him and those with lower ranks also showed considerable respect. From the outside, most of the Han people in Liaodong were very different from the Hu people. Those who meticulously retained their hair and clothes in the Central Plains as soldiers in Xia were among the few. Not far away, the two Han soldiers were falling. Because of boredom, many people formed a circle and placed bets for them. "His grandma's, wealth and honor are in danger!" Someone cursed.

Zhao Xingde was stunned when suddenly a voice from Han Ningshuang came from behind: "General Zhao, don't you suppress the previous bet?"
Chapter completed!