[I have something to do in the morning, so I'll make it up now.] There is a shift before 12 o'clock. 】

Half a day ago, the camp had been filled with tents like mushrooms after the rain, and now all that was left was an empty white field.

Cao Bo packed up his belongings, lined up with his brothers in the same team, obeyed the orders of the commander, and rushed out of the camp and embarked on the road out of the camp.

In the past few days, with the departure of the commanders of the forbidden army one by one, the camp that was originally filled with soldiers and horses has gradually become empty. Today it was finally Cao Bo's turn to be the commander of the infantry army belonging to the Xuanyi Army.

From Mengzhou all the way to Xinkou Village, I haven't fought once. But in a few days, when we arrived at the front, we would really see blood. Cao Bo, who is only seventeen or eighteen years old, has a little fear of the unknown in his heart, but more of a desire for meritorious service. He eagerly hoped to be able to make great contributions in this war. Even if you can't be an official, you can get back a large amount of reward.

As the first commander to be sent to the front line today, the commander of this Xuanyi Army followed the military flag and walked in the middle of the avenue. On either side of the road were a group of tartars dressed in obvious alien attire.

When the army leaves the camp, those who enter the camp must quickly get out of the way, and they must not delay the time for the camp to leave the camp. But in the past, when I went out of the camp, it was only the officials, soldiers and people who avoided the road, but I had never seen a foreign race.

"It's a diviner." Cao Bo's companions looked at it wisely and spit out a mouthful of phlegm, "After being defeated by the Linfu army, I took refuge in the northern Tartars." ”

Diviner? Cao Bo looked curiously at the crowd on the side of the road.

It's not as weird as the legend says, and apart from the costume, it's not much different from the Han people.

One of the diviners caught Cao Bo's attention, not because of himself, but because of the horses behind him. The horse was half a head taller than the surrounding horses, and it looked extremely powerful.

There are good horses with high status, and bad horses with low status, which is the same even in the horse army of the Great Song Dynasty. Cao Bo looked at the tall horse, and estimated in his heart that the owner of this horse should be a famous person in the Divination Department.

However, no matter how big the characters are, they are all Tartars, and the only thing Cao Bo cares about is the horse with red coat. What he wants most is to be a rider in a horse racing league, win first place in the first division, and take home more money than he can count. If you can ride a horse like that, you should be able to participate in a horse racing league.

Unconsciously, Cao Bo, who was watching the good horse with his eyes, left the queue and stopped.

There was a snap. A big hand swiped heavily from behind, almost slapping Cao Bo into a rolling gourd. Cao Bo staggered two steps, shrank his head and looked back, and he was glaring at him viciously.

"What's the daze? Let's go! The loud-voiced general Yu Hou stood outside the queue and yelled at the young Cao Bo.

Cao Bo panicked back into the queue, and didn't take two steps yet.

Another shout exploded in my ears, "Go straight." Don't be ashamed, let those Tartars take a good look at the majesty of the official army! ”

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Daleng passed by the Song army who went out of the city.

It was neat or dirty, but the materials of the military robes that crossed his eyes seemed to be thick cotton cloth whose price was worth two or three silk silks, and the hurried Song army pawn was obviously not of high status, but the clothes and belts on his body turned out to be silk products.

The Song Kingdom was really rich. Daleng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Rumors alone would never have been so shocking when you saw it with your own eyes.

But if it's just wealth, of course, it's just a fat sheep to be eaten. But Song Guo is not only rich, under the tarpaulin of the carts, the iron armor that shines with silver light, although it is no longer as terrifying as when he was in Shenwu County, but it can't help but make his eyes linger. And the huge saber that was also placed on the cart, how many arrows could be made. And a cart full of arrows had already hit the road one step earlier, and it fell into Daleng's eyes early.

With the help of the Song State, it would not be a dream to drive out the Khitans.

Daleng was not a member of the Western Divination who took refuge in the Song people this time, but belonged to the Northern Divination. He belongs to the leader of the tribes of Divination, and is under the jurisdiction of the chief of the tribe of Hindu.

When the news of the battle between Song and Liao reached the ears of the patriarchs of the tribes, Daleng, the only one of Mogus's cronies who could speak Chinese, was sent to the southwest to the west to block the divination. Take a look at the wind and see if there's a chance.

If the Liao army has the upper hand, they will follow the fire and rob it, and this advantage will not be taken advantage of. But if the Liao people suffered a loss and were pressed and beaten by the Song people, many of them would not mind changing their masters again. And Daleng knows better that in the heart of his master, there is still the idea of using the power of the Song people to drive the Khitans away and become the masters of the grassland.

It's not just the Zubu family here. The grassland tribes other than the Da Huang Murwei and Mei Li Kui have sent people to explore the wind here. These days, Daleng has gone around and around the Divination Camp in Shenwu County, and found many old faces that he had seen in Linhuang Mansion.

It is impossible for the deaf and blind to survive on the grassland, and even if they show a little decay, they will be eaten up immediately.

When the Mongols and the people of Kereh came, they really lived together. The Mongol and Kereh tribes were located further north than the tribes of Divination, and Daleng could only be seen when they paid tribute. But Daleng believed that if the Mongols and Kereh heard about the defeat of the Liao army, they would definitely send people overnight to see the situation.

The Khitans have been bullying the grassland tribes all year round, and they have spared no effort to loot them. Under the compulsion of the Khitans, they blocked the tribes from paying tribute to 20,000 horses. Even though the tribes were as numerous as the stars, on average, the number of horses assigned to one of the tribes was still a large number.

Tribute must be paid every year, and it must not be inferior horses, and the best horses must be selected from the tribe and sent over. One year, two years, ten years, eight years, and now it has been a hundred years. This is equivalent to a person's wound is always losing blood, and there is no possibility of healing.

If the Song people came, it would never be worse. After all, the Khitans are grazing, and a lot of pastures in Shanghao Lu have been robbed. The Han people in the south are farming and will not compete with them for pasture.

It is impossible for the Divination Tribes to take refuge in the Song State now, and Daleng has no way to replace his master. But as long as he can hook up with the Song people this time, it will definitely be of indescribable benefit to him in blocking the divination tribes. Daleng didn't believe it, and Song didn't want to support an ally behind his sworn enemy. But after Daleng revealed his identity and expressed that he wanted to meet the boss of the Song people, the response he got was a refusal with no room for recovery.

"The Privy Council will not see you!"

The one who came to inform Daleng of this rejection was a military attache of the Song State in his early thirties who was very heroic. The common name outside the tent is the folding pavilion gate, and the one who guards outside respectfully calls the general. Although he is not very old, and Daleng doesn't know what kind of official the Dao Pavilion is, since his surname is folded and he is also called a general, his status is definitely not low.

It's just that this news made Da Leng shocked and angry, and forgot to speculate on the identity of this general, "What are you doing?!" ”

"The privy counsellor said that he did not believe in people with only one mouth." In the face of the vulgar and unwritten Hindu Tartar, he didn't drag the text anymore, and directly expressed Han Gang's intentions. The words are too literary, and these barbarians can't understand them, "Empty words, who knows if you are true or false?" ”

Daleng was furious and shouted: "On the grassland, no one dares to pretend to be the messenger of Mogus!" ”

There was a loud noise, and the guards guarding outside the tent heard the sound, rushed in in a panic, and pointed a gun at Dalen. Zhe Keda waved his hand impatiently to let them go, and turned back to Dalen and said, "How does Mogus compare to Yelu Yisin?" What about the obstruction compared to the Great Liao? Even if the envoy of the Liao State who served Yelu Yixin arrived in our Great Song Dynasty, he must also have a national letter, a script, a relevant defense, a seal, a signature, an accompanying person, and a precursor sent in advance, so that our country can open the door of the country and let them in to meet the Son of Heaven and the prime minister. Why do you just have a mouth to convince us of your identity?! ”

Zhe Ke glanced at Da Leng, who was stunned, a barbarian is a barbarian.

But Daleng quickly held his head high: "The patriarchs of the various clans here don't know me Daleng!" ”

Zhe Ke snorted: "The living are the guarantor, it is better to the dead as the guarantor." Nor are the patriarchs qualified to vouch for anyone. The privy counsellor said, go and get the heads of twenty thieves as evidence. Then the Privy will believe in you, and you will naturally be able to see the Privy. ”

"Twenty?!"

"That's right, not one." The tall Zhe Ke bent over and looked down at Dalen, "No matter what method you use, as long as you can get twenty Liao thief heads, the privy councillor will see you." ”

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"Isn't twenty a little too much?"

Zhe Keda was instructed by Han Gang to send the envoy of the patriarch of the tribe. Huang Shang, who had just gotten the news, was surprised by Han Gang's order, which was an unnecessary humiliation. Whether it is true or not, whether it is seen or not, there is no need for this messenger, who may be the link between the Great Song Dynasty and the Divination, to die for no reason.

Han Gang laughed, "If his identity can really speak in front of Mogus, twenty heads should be easy to get their hands on. There is no need for him to go into battle himself. ”

“…… Borrowing the head from the ministries? Huang Shang reacted immediately.

"It's just a thousand."

The reward for the head of the Liao army issued by the envoy is fifty guan, and twenty is only one thousand. Of course, Han Gang can look down on this little money, but for the Divination Ministry, it is a huge amount of money. Huang Shang had a hard time believing that the cronies of Moguth could really get these heads.

Han Gang's tough attitude could no longer surprise Huang Shang. It was difficult for him to understand Han Gang's attitude towards the envoy. Han Gang lacked a staff member who had a full understanding of the grassland tribes, and the arrival of Daleng was like a rain from heaven for Han Gang and the envoys.

Although there are many tribes on the grassland, at this stage, in the matter of dragging the Liao people back, what can really come in handy is to obstruct the tribes - if you look at it historically, the Jurchen tribes will definitely be more useful, but it is a pity that the Tokyo road is blocked in the middle, the land route cannot be bypassed, the waterway has not yet been developed, and there is a lack of sufficient hydrological data, of course, it is even more unfeasible, and recently the Jurchen tribes seem to have completely taken refuge in Yelu Yixin.

The style of speculation is all over the steppe. In other words, it is impossible for a tribe that will not learn to see the wind fall to survive on the grassland for too long. It's just learned, and it's still hard to live. The grasslands have a deep-rooted reverence for the Liao people who exploit tribute from them every year, but the anger that has accumulated over the years can make them forget this awe as long as it erupts.

In such a situation, why bother to confess for no reason, it is very likely that he will become the messenger of the helping Mogus.

Seeing the doubts in Huang Shang's heart, Han Gang smiled and said, "Mian Zhong, you have to remember one thing. We want to restore the homeland of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and we can do it on our own, but sooner or later. And the Divination Department wants to get rid of the control of the Khitan, but they can't do it on their own, and without external help, it will always be an illusion. It is not us who asks him, but he who asks us. Do you understand? We don't want allies, but obedient vassals. There is no need to wronged yourself, and there is no need to indulge them too much. This generation is afraid of power but not virtue, let them see that the Great Song Dynasty has the strength to break Liao, kick him and kick him, they will still rush to him, if not, no matter how kind they are, they will raise a wolf. ”

Han Gang didn't pay much attention to the Northern Divination, and what he valued now was the newly surrendered Western Divination.

With the southward movement of the Divination Blockers, although it is said that there are thousands more mouths with men and horses, the amount of supplies to Shenwu County in the north has decreased even more, and the accumulation of reserves in the camp has increased a little faster. At the same time, there were two more light cavalry on hand, which also gave Han Gang more tactical options.

Although it is not possible to equip these diviners with armor or divine arms and bows, it is equally inconvenient to issue sophisticated weapons. But some of the weapons taken from the Liao people were not very troublesome for them.

The Han people who call themselves China have always regarded the Khitan as barbarians, and they are afraid of it from their bones, but they also look down on it from their bones - people are afraid of tigers, it does not mean that people have to be on an equal footing with tigers, just beasts - in the same way, the Khitan people have never looked down on this group of dirty monkeys, but they will only look at it when they want to pay tribute to the horses.

stabbed the monkey who had never looked down on him in the back, this humiliation, Han Gang wanted the Liao army to have a good taste.

Although Xiao Shisan must have taken precautions, no matter whether this knife can be stabbed or not, it is not a bad thing for Da Song. Vote for the name, either with the enemy's blood certificate, or with your own blood certificate.