The autumn sun shines into the curtains of the car.

Bai Ning sat inside, the silver thread reflected a dizzy inch. He looked at the information sent by the short table along the way recently and analyzed.

The Jurchens had already gone to Yanjing, Empress Dowager Xiao of Liao Kingdom died, and Wuzhou, the Jurchens had the same plan as themselves, cutting in from north to south, blocking the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun.

Wanyan Zonghan, Wanyan Zongbing, Wanyan Yinkeshu and Wanyan Loushi following...

Finally, the gathering is in NSW.

...

Things will continue to change and will continue to be sent over. Bai Ning feels that he is a bit risky in this battle, but he will eventually fight. As for what will happen in the future, he may not know that the Jurchens are too strong now.

After September, in October, the sky is pale.

It took several more days to go to Xinzhou, and two days away from his destination. He lifted the curtain. This was basically the place where the grassland and the forest sea were connected. The autumn sunshine, the originally prosperous and green fields suddenly became mottled. The birch forest shook the brilliant yellow, the larch stretched proudly green, and the wild fruits condensed with intoxicating red.

"Stop the car and let the team rest here." Bai Ning ordered this through the curtain.

Then, the shaft stopped.

He walked out of the carriage, stepped on the thick layer of apricot yellow leaves on the ground, took a deep breath, and finally waved, Gao Muen came forward, "What order does the Lord have?"

"Appoint the fast horse to inform Xin Xingzong to go to the military camp of Liang Yuanchui in Xinzhou to see this governor, and it will not be timely."

Gao Muen wrote down his words and retreated. Over there, Bai Ning walked into the birch forest with his hands in his arms. When the wind came, he stroked his silver hair and slid down from his shoulders. On the top of his head, the leaves swayed gently and floated down.

A leaf was pinched by him and spread out, showing a smile: "The autumn scenery of the north is a different flavor. If such a beautiful river and mountain are given to foreign tribes, it would be heartbreaking."

Cao Shaoqing stood the White Dragon Sword at his feet, and his eyes were filled with fascination, "The Han people's things, even if they are broken copper and iron, are still from us Han people. Unfortunately, Shaoqing is also a castration person..."

"This sentence is correct." Bai Ning let go of his palm and let the dead leaf fall to the ground. "No matter how messy our family is, it's still a matter of his own."

After walking for a while, Gao Muen and a few people found a spacious place, laying white cloth, and putting on a small table, jerky, sweet, and melons and fruits all came up one by one. Because when traveling, except Bai Ning sat alone, the rest had to surround the small table, and use lunch under the scenery of the northern country.

Then someone started to brag...

"It's not me, Gao Muenbiao. When I was still a yamen, I had never seen any scenery before? The most amazing one was the girls from the Western Regions... In the middle of winter, I was still swaying on the street with my belly exposed..."

Jin Jiu knocked down the wine bowl, "Is that the scenery? You didn't even go out to Bianliang back then... If you went out to do something wrong, you would probably have been beaten to death long ago."

"..." Gao Muen stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth, "You all learn from that guy Xiao Chenzi, always argue. Even though you know I'm blowing... you just listen quietly. That's great and boring."

"Don't talk"

Cao Shaoqing raised his arm with the chopsticks, his eyes turned, and there was a sound of speaking from the distance of the birch forest. Bai Ning also put down the chopsticks, leaned against the chair, hooked his fingers, rested around him, and stood up. The Jinyiwei, who was eating dry food, got up and picked up the embroidered sword and became alert.

At the end of the birch forest, the sound of people and horse hooves came over, and it was not rushed.

There were about 300 people wearing rough and simple furs. Each of the people who came here was not very tall, but they were very thick. There was a scimitar on the waist. The man in the head was taller, with a circle of long beards on his chin, a silver ring hanging on his left ear, and his hair had many small braids and hanged in his leather hat.

"Passing?" Jin Jiu took a bite of the venison jerky, stood up and looked over.

On the other side, Gao Duannian leaned against a birch tree and reached out to touch the parting hook inserted behind him. "It looks a bit like... But these people don't have the accent of Liao people or shouting people, nor do they look like Jurchens. Lao Jin, let's do them?"

"Don't act rashly first."

Bai Ning waved his hand, picked up the teacup gracefully and drank it, "Look first and then talk."

After loosening the handle of the parting hook, Gao Duan Nian thought about it: "It may be that now it is autumn, and here is next to the grassland. The tribes there may be coming to the border trade to exchange for some winter food."

While talking here, the 300 grassland people who accidentally entered here were also stunned. After watching someone here, they muttered and sat down cross-legged, picked up some dead wood branches, lit a pile of fire, inserted the dried meat she carried with them on the branches and roasted them, and tied the water bag around their waists and poured something white.

One of the thin black men held these things and bowed slightly on Jinyi TV. He knelt in front of Bai Ning, carefully lifted the wooden bowl and some red-haired hard jerky to his head, and said in a language that Bai Ning had never heard of: "mnhnnmactepэhэx??x?hдэt3oчnд3opnyлcah." (a gift from my host to the distinguished guests)

"Hehe... I, Lao Jin, didn't understand a word about what this person said." Jin Jiu rubbed the stubble, "but he looked quite respectful, as if he was offering something to our Admiral, so that Lao Jin, let me, see what it was."

When he reached out, Cao Shaoqing stopped his wrist. The white dragon sword scabbared, and turned it over in the thin and black Mongolian hand, moved the wooden bowl flat, and presented it to Bai Ning. It didn't leak a drop. This hand made the Mongolian man stunned. At least he had never seen anyone with such a skill in his impression.

Bai Ning picked up the wooden bowl and a milky smell penetrated into his nose. It was not milk... it should be horse milk. He held the wooden bowl containing horse milk and gestured to the tribe leader there. The other party nodded with a simple and rough smile.

When he saw Bai Ning drinking the bowl of horse milk, his smile became even stronger. The man stood up and waved his hand. More than 300 people around him raised their bows and started to hit arrows, shouting incomprehensible short sentences.

Bai Ning curled the corner of his mouth, and an arrow came over with a whoosh. When he raised his arm, the arrow feathers were still trembling with the remaining strength, staying between his fingers. He turned his head and spitted a mouthful of the milk he had drunk on the ground.

With a flick of his hand, the voice spreads: "Kill them."

The arrows between his fingers reflected back and nailed to the forehead of the Mongolian who was offering milk, and the body fell down. Jin Jiu cursed, grabbed the golden gourd sledgehammer and Gao Duannian and rushed over. There were also big and small monks and Jinyiwei, and hundreds of people were accompanied.

"shoot!!" (Shoot!!) The leader stretched out his hand and waved his hand and spoke.

Three hundred people fired bows almost at the same time, and the arrows flew. A hundred steps away, the Jinyiwei and Fanzi who were accompanying each other worked hard on sword techniques and had the ability to resist the flying arrows, especially under such a dense arrow, waving the steel knife in their hands. In the birch forest, only the sound of the arrows hitting the blades was heard.

After Jin Jiuwu used his two hammers to smash the arrows, the figure beside him shook and had already rushed over and stepped forward. He stretched his arms, dragged the iron sky, and the farewell hook was spiraling and intertwined, rushing into the crowd of people. Gao Duannian suddenly grabbed one end of the chain and hung left and right.

A hissing.

Among the crowds opposite, some people were divided into two halves, with blood rays surging. In the splashing waves of blood, Jin Jiu and Jinyiwei broke through the distance of the arrows and slapped the hammer.

The Mongolians in front raised their machetes and slashed forward. The loud bang, and the heavy hammer directly smashed the blade in the other party's hand. The Mongolian man screamed in hoarse pain, and the arm holding the knife was directly smashed away from his shoulder and fell to the ground. The next second, the first dozen Jinyiweisers crashed in, and there was a loud fighting sound. These people might not be able to fight against Jin Jiu and Gao Duannian, but they were as good as Jinyiweisers. It was not because of how clever their moves were, but because these people were very strong and the scimitar was quite troublesome. In this regard, Jinyiwei and Fanzi had little experience.

After a moment of confrontation, some people on both sides fell in a pool of blood, and traces of being cut out were everywhere on the surrounding trees.

"retreat." (Retreat.) On the other side, the man who seemed to be the leader frowned, shouted lightly, immediately turned over to the horse, fiddled with the reins and rode his horse away.

The remaining Mongolians did not stop immediately. After firing a few arrows, they all turned over to the horses and rode their horses to escape. Later, Jin Jiu and others killed a few people, called the horses that were staying on the road and got on the horses and chased them out.

After about a stick of incense, they barely turned around. There were a few heads tied around the horse's neck, and there was no head of that man in the middle.

Jin Jiu dismounted his horse and clasped his fists and said, "Master, the equestrians and bows and arrows are a bit powerful. We chased them out and almost hit their way. These people rode on horseback and could shoot arrows backwards."

"These people on the grassland may have known that the Liao Kingdom had undergone a major change, so they came quietly to pick up the cheap ones. They saw that there were fewer people in the middle, so they planned to make a fortune." Gao Duannian guessed, but in the end, no one was sure of this statement.

Under the birch tree, Bai Ning closed his eyes and frowned, but then he separated again. He had some thoughts in his heart and quickly rejected it, "That person... shouldn't be born yet, I should be worried too much."
Chapter completed!