Bai Yintaiji and Batutaiji looked at each other and saw each other's helplessness. Chinese Δnet.

Xi Lingse has given up resisting, and everything depends on the vague will of heaven.

"I always have to guard Xiaoheihekou and Banshengcheng." Bai Yintaiji volunteered: "I'll go guard Banshengcheng."

Xi Lingse glanced at Bai Yintaiji with a expressionless face.

As people can see, Xi Lingse has completely crossed.

If the offensive in spring and Yusheng was like the rain in spring, drizzling constantly, but moistening things silently and being cautious in gentleness, Xi Lingse did not have much pressure at that time.

People are always like this. When things are not good or some things are more difficult, they will use various reasons to excuse themselves and find excuses to do easy things.

Xi Lingse didn't know that what people with his identity should do was not easy. After you finish every difficult thing, the easier part would be.

If you give up because of difficulties at the beginning, you will face the current dilemma of Xi Lingse.

Now he is like a prisoner waiting for execution, and has been taken to the execution ground. When the prison officer throws the token, the executioner will fall down with one sword and ask him to pieces.

The only hope is that Zhang Han can take the initiative to let him go. Xi Lingse suddenly said, "Can we ask for peace again?"

Several Taiji looked at each other, and no one answered him. There was even a hint of pity in the eyes of Taiji, because everyone knew that asking for peace was useless at this time. Last year might be useful, but it was not necessarily true. In this situation, He Yusheng's spear lances have been moving around the periphery of Bansheng for a long time, and they can even see Qingcheng. Who would agree to the asking for peace at this time?

"Jinong, you'd better go to the Buddhist temple to find a living Buddha to pray." A Taiji said in a cold voice: "This is much easier than begging for He Yusheng."

Although Xi Lingse had crossed the line, he could still hear Taiji's disrespectfulness. However, he could only look at it with a hatred. At this time, each division was indifferent. Xi Lingse could really grasp a few of the original right-sweepers. His strength was weak and he could not do anything to anyone.

...

A day later, the five places in Muer Taiji learned about the news from Qingcheng, and all Taiji sighed.

"When will Genghis Khan's descendants only sigh and beg for mercy when a strong enemy comes?" Battel Old Taiji stood up and swept his sharp eyes at the juniors.

The younger generations of Taiji bowed their heads one after another, not daring to look at the old man.

He is over 60 years old and is definitely a long life on the grassland. He is from Siberia, has an uncertain migratory lifestyle, and does not care about hygiene habits... Battel's beards and eyebrows are all white, his face is still the standard round face of the Mongolian. His skin is still black and red, and he looks rosy and healthy. However, his head is all white, his legs are much stronger than those of the young and middle-aged, and his waist and back are a little hunched. However, compared to the Han and old people in the mainland, he is a nobleman, with sufficient supply of beef and mutton, and various dairy products, and is not lacking in calcium.

"Follow me to guard the mouth of Xiaohei River." Bater sighed and said, "I walked through the deserts and mountains, and also through the forests and rivers. Of course, I grew up on the grassland in my life. The grassland is the root of our Mongolians. Now the Han people are here to kill. This time is different from the past. Therefore, in the past, the Han people also had strong kills on the grassland. However, everyone knows that the Han people will leave sooner or later. Who do you think Zhang Han will leave this time?"

Everyone's expressions were extremely ugly. Old Bater said it was right, and it was absolutely impossible to count on Zhang Han to leave.

"Oh..." Old Bater continued: "Now I know that there are many people complaining. He Yusheng sent tea bricks and clothing, as well as medicinal materials and food. The Mongolians could trade with them without fighting. How good is everyone living a peaceful life. But they didn't know that over time, we became a group of herd slaves who raised horses and sheep for the Han people. The Han people were getting better and better, and we would only be poor forever, because trade was not equal, and we had to ask for others, so we could only let others knead... No matter how wrong Xi Lingse was, he was still right in fighting with He Yusheng. The mouth of Xiaohei River is the south of Bansheng City, and on the west side is the Naihua Fort built by He Yusheng, and on the south side is the Xiaohei River Fort. We must guard the mouth of the river, so that He Yusheng's brigade of infantry could not cross the river easily."

Everyone was convinced by the old man. Although his heart was as heavy as it was, all Taiji stood up. Since they did not agree much with the war with Heyusheng last year, the five ministries preserved their strength here are relatively intact, and it is certainly not enough to start a full war, but guarding an estuary... Taiji's still wandered their eyes and were not so confident.

"Everyone take out all the things in the bottom of the box," Bartel smiled bitterly and said, "God of Changsheng blesses. If we can win, we will get extremely generous returns. If we lose... we don't need to retain any strength. With Yusheng, we are all a group of ants."

Xiang Zhizi thought he was a nobleman's blood and the noble people with distinct hierarchies on the grassland had very ugly expressions, but they had to admit that what Old Batel said was the fact.

Everyone discussed it all over the place. Everyone had a lot of strong male herdsmen in each Taiji family, but they had to bargain for how many good things they were hidden.

No Taiji is willing to go to war with his own bankruptcy. His opponent who is usually secretly disagrees is hidden. At that time, he will be at the end of his life, but his opponent will show off his power.

Soon, there were quarrels in the big tent. For the number of armor, the Taiji people were red in their faces.

Old Bater shook his head... These guys, each of whom hundreds or thousands of herders, had only raised more than 20,000 troops. Now they are quarreling over some armor, weapons and excellent bows and arrows. Is this worthy of Genghis Khan's descendants?

"I wonder if there is any knowledge in Muer Taijiquan. Will you regret agreeing to introduce Zhang Han?" His ears were filled with noises, and Bartel had a faint smile on his face, but his heart was full of fatigue and helplessness.

...

"Go away quickly, don't be too slow."

An auxiliary soldier officer pushed Zhao Wen behind him. Zhao Wen turned his head and stared at him, "I'm not walking, why are you doing something by touching me?"

In less than two months, Zhao Wen had gone from a young man with fair skin and thin temperament to a man with calluses and a farmer who was used to cursing.

Of course, he was a famous scholar among the prisoners who were farming. Among the prisoners, his family stayed in Bansheng Land or Qingcheng. In addition to asking him to write letters with Yusheng's soldiers, most of them asked Zhao Wen to write. Zhao Wen was not polite. The food he gave was enough to make people eat enough, but people wanted to eat something good. Those who asked Zhao Wen to write had to give him the essence of his food, either a sheep's hoof or a rare white flour steamed bun. Zhao Wen helped people with benefits, but fortunately, they didn't ask for much, and the letter was written, so people didn't resent him.

In this era, people who know and master knowledge were still very respected. Later, people felt that He Yusheng's auxiliary soldiers would also write letters, all of whom could read, and help others not pay. Zhao Wen's business came to an end. However, under the nourishment of two months of work and big appetite, Zhao Wen's figure was much taller and stronger than before, with a black beard growing on his chin. Now he looks like a burly man, completely different from his previous image.

The fierce-faced man Li Shanxin stood beside Zhao Wen. Seeing Zhao Wen glaring at the auxiliary soldier, Li Shanxin grinned.

The middle-aged man Tang Shangde smoothed out and said, "This Jun Ye is also a reminder. Zhao Wen, just leave quickly."

The auxiliary soldier is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, younger than Zhao Wen. When Zhao Wen glared at him, he was not angry, but instead was a little nervous. Zhao Wen muttered: "We have been planting for two months, and Mr. Kong has been talking to us in a friendly manner. This guy is still so fierce. Take us as a prisoner."

"You weren't hired to farm, are you?" The eunuch said with a lip service.

"Okay, they are all my own people." Tang Shangde said unhappily: "At most ten months, we will only farm, maybe we can be an auxiliary soldier. Jun Ye, don't be too much. Maybe we can still face each other in the future, and it will be ugly at that time."

The baggage soldiers stopped talking.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from behind the crowd in the brigade, for a very fierce knight, with a slanted scar on his face, his robe looked a little worn, and there was a very conspicuous silver star on his shoulders.

This man rode a yellow horse with black mane. The horse was not very tall and had a long tail. It hung low to the grass, and its ponytail rose from time to time.

The knight's body was a little hunched, and there were a large number of cavalry around him, running on the grassland in a fan shape. People suddenly realized that this was a famous lancer. This man with a scar on his face was obviously Zhou Yao, the commander of the lancer.

The captives held their breath all at once, and a proud smile appeared on the face of the auxiliary soldier who had just been defeated by words.

The prisoners here have all seen the terrible aspects of the lancers. They are a group of reckless men who kill without blinking. Zhou Yao is the legendary demon. These people are well-known on the grassland, and their terrible image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Many shepherds are even afraid of Zhou Yao, far beyond Zhang Han.

Zhou Yao seemed to be too tired, and the lances also showed similar expressions.

Many people had blood on their bodies, armor, cloaks, and robes. It was obvious that these lancers had just experienced a tough battle not long ago.

The cavalry quickly passed like a whirlwind, and behind them a large group of auxiliary soldiers from the transport brigade who were driving large chariots came. The prisoners did not dare to speak. The auxiliary soldiers sat on the shaft and chatted in a slight manner. Their expressions were very happy, and their eyebrows were filled with relaxed colors. The current battle that determined the belonging of half the grassland was more like a pleasant outing for them.
Chapter completed!