Chapter 7 The East is not successful, and the West is not enough

Yun Zhao stayed in a tree for three days for Yun Yang's injuries.

On the fourth day, Yun Zhao returned to Duoyan with a large group of people.

According to Qian Shaoshao's instructions, Sulitai found the dead Lakshin and the equally dead Lahoqi.

Until death, the two of them also hugged each other tightly, like two close lovers.

He smeared Laksin's body with ghee, and hired a lama to send people away from the world, and broke up Laksin's body into the smallest pieces, wrapped it in tsampa, and fed it to the vultures in a high place.

Judging from the results of the sky burial, Lakshin was a good man, and his body was eaten clean by the vultures, and there was not even a bit of bone residue left.

Lakshin was a devout follower of the Yellow-clothed Lamaism, and such an aftermath was already the best arrangement for him.

Lahochi, on the other hand, did not believe in Lamaism, but believed in the immortality of the Mongols, so according to Mongol custom, his body should be put into the river to feed the fish.

Unexpectedly, Lakshin's only eleven-year-old daughter was unwilling, and she insisted on putting Rahoch's body in a sheepskin bag and being trampled by a hundred war horses.

She also claimed that only in this way would she be at ease to marry the disguised Bartelmerin of Suridai.

Ever since Yun Zhao took power, the Yun clan has basically taken a disregard for other people's opinions.

Rakshen's daughter's request was agreed to by Yun Zhao.

Rahoch's body was put into a sheepskin pouch as she had hoped, and trampled into a puddle of flesh by a hundred horses.

And Lakshin's daughter completed the marriage ceremony with the masked Suridae in the limelight, and also handed over the authority of the Duoyan Department to Suridae in full view of everyone, and after the wedding, people never saw this skinny little woman again......

Ever since Batellemerin married the daughter of the head of the Duoyan tribe, the armies that had been surrounding Battlemerin were suddenly disbanded.

The envoys of the surrounding tribes even appeared at the wedding ceremony of the Duoyan tribe and sent a lot of gifts.

They were greeting the brave Battelmerin on becoming a new Mongol lord who could continue to rule the land with them.

Just when all the poor shepherds thought that their heroes would henceforth become princes, and their heroes would become high princes, like the Mongol princes whom he had fought against in the first place.

On the third day after Battlemerlin's wedding, the Duoyan tribe began to move westward.

They are leaving the barren pastures of Duoyan and preparing to enter the Kru summer pastures with abundant water and grass.

And through the word of mouth of the herdsmen who came to participate in the "Huli Getai", he called on all herdsmen who did not have pastures to join the Duoyan clan and enjoy this fat spoils together.

Battellmerlin even cut his face in public and swore that he would never ask for a sheep from the herdsmen, a piece of skin from the herdsmen, a mouthful of glutinous rice, and would not occupy the herdsmen's wives and daughters, he only hoped that all the herdsmen who could not live their lives could hug each other tightly, use the existing pastures, and live a good life without taxes and oppression together, and everyone is welcome to be welcomed by the Duoyan Ministry, whether it is a prisoner or a slave, as long as it is a kind and hard-working Mongolian, the Duoyan Department is the hometown of all poor Mongols.

The news that the Duoyan Department does not collect taxes is like the wind on the grassland, blowing all the way from the Duoyan Department to the distance, and the poor herdsmen who heard the news rejoiced, and the wanderers who had no ethnic bonds drove their few cattle and sheep to the Duoyan Department.

Those herdsmen who were oppressed by the tribe and lived an unspeakable life also had the idea of leaving the tribe and joining the Duoyan tribe.

There were even some ambitious young men who wanted to follow Battelmerin in something that would change the fate of all Mongols.

And those princes who have already recognized the Duoyan Department and hope to calm down the people beat their chests one by one, hating themselves for being blind, and looking at this Battlemellin wrongly, thinking that this person is a lowly wolf cub, who does not know how to enjoy his power well, but wants to mix with those poor ghosts, and become enemies of the great Immortal Heaven.

As a result, the newly disbanded crusading army was once again formed, but this time, they did not have the intention to take the initiative to fight.

After all, the main force that made up this army was also the poor shepherds, who also wanted to live a good life of being free from oppression, and being able to keep all the fruits of their labor in their yurts.

Yun Zhao temporarily stopped expanding outward, and the Mongols generally did not start fighting in the early autumn when livestock began to stick to the autumn fat.

Even the most ambitious heroes will not miss the opportunity to give their livestock an autumn fat, and once this opportunity is missed, the cattle and sheep of the tribe will not be able to survive the long winter in the Mongolian steppe.

There are so many mosquitoes on the grassland that it can make people crazy!

Especially if there is a guy next to him who is burned and smeared with badger oil and exudes the luster of barbecue, it will attract mosquitoes even more.

Yun Zhao was afraid that Yun Yang would die from the infection, so he arranged for him to sleep in a tent with him.

Only the sanitary conditions in his tent are barely acceptable.

Fifteen days passed in a hurry.

God forbid.

The maddening-looking burns on Yun Yang's body, the burn marks were gradually covered by black flesh scabs, as if they were covered with a layer of hard armor, and people looked more like monsters than people.

Even with this ghostly appearance, he still likes to wander around, like to wear a mask and wine to check which wounded soldiers, and like to chat with them.

At this time, Yun Yang had already formed his own style of controlling his subordinates.

His heroic deeds in the Battle of Yangma Mountain have earned him the hearts of these Mongols as a matter of course.

As soon as he arrived at a yurt, a loud drinking song would sound in the yurt.

Accidentally being seen under his mask and cloak beneath the thick branches and leaves makes Battle Merlin even more mysterious.

The Mongols are the second most legend-loving people in the world after the Us-Tibetans.

Soon, a legend that made Yun Zhao dumbfounded when he heard it got into Yun Zhao's ears Battle Merlin is a black devil, an immortal person!

Yun Zhao thought about it for a while and understood the origin of this legend, and first, Yun Yang's terrifying appearance of unhealed burns was seen.

Second, there is still a big difference between the appearance of Yun Yang and Sulitai, so people say that the reason why Battlemellin is brave on the battlefield is entirely because he can't kill at all, even if he is injured, his soul will come out of one body and then into another healthy body.

Yun Yang liked it very much after hearing this legend, especially the three words of black devil he liked the most, and he even hoped that Yun Zhao could call the army he commanded the black devil army.

Yun Zhao naturally can't agree to this kind of pure Guanzhonghua request, the army under his command is now a regular army, and it can't be a regular army anymore, how can he take this kind of rogue name?

Yun Yang was unhappy about this boss.

When people come to the grassland, the connection with Guanzhong and even the Central Plains is not so close, and here, the news that Yun Zhao gets is generally lagging behind.

Geography slowed down the message, which was a no-brainer, and he didn't have the strength to build a messaging method like Temujin's Flying Arrow Transmission in the Mongolian steppe.

Therefore, Yun Zhao once again set his sights on Zhangjiakou.

Today's Zhangjiakou, geographically speaking, still belongs to the Ming Dynasty, but the closest Wanjin Dusi to Zhangjiakou has existed in name only.

Even the Great Wall of Zhangjiakou, which is densely covered with beacons, has become dilapidated due to years of disrepair, and in many places it has even completely collapsed, losing the effectiveness of its fortifications.

The Ming people will take a step back, and the Mongols and Jiannu will take a step forward.

As a transit station connecting Datong Mansion and Jingshi, it is detached from the Ming Dynasty under the promotion of people with intentions.

In Yun Zhao's view, the Ming Dynasty's nine-sided defense line is already precarious, and there is no longer the situation of the nine-sided enterprising in the past.

Hong Chengchou on the newspaper is still infinitely glorious and still serves as the governor of the three sides, but with the title of prince and Taibao, the secretary of the military department, the governor of Henan, Shanxi, Shaanxi, Huguang, and Sichuan.

Last year, the troops went out of Tongguan and became a famous general in Xinyang, Henan, preparing to annihilate the rogues in Henan in one fell swoop.