In the second year of Taiwu, August 13th, morning, southwest of Pinggang.
Because of the light rain yesterday, the entire Pinggang was filled with heavy fog today, making it impossible for people and horses to move here.
So, Tadun took four thousand Wuhuan soldiers to linger in the wall of a small dock in Pinggang.
At this moment, in the wall of the dock shrouded in heavy fog, bursts of shrill sounds could be heard from time to time, adding a bit of fear to the place.
This is a Han people's wall. Although they are Han people, they have actually lived outside the Great Wall for hundreds of years and are deeply affected by the Hu style.
In fact, there are not a few Han people like this outside the Great Wall. Some of these people are border residents who were moved here during the pre-Han Dynasty, some are heroes who have committed crimes, or they are simply deserters from the border beacons.
These people struggled carefully in the cracks of the mountains and relied on meager harvests and hunting to survive for generations. In order to survive, they also need to pay tribute to nearby large settlements to gain recognition and protection.
This walled village was dedicated to Wu Yan, the leader of the You Beiping tribe. But now even Wu Yan is being eaten by goshawks, so naturally there is no one to protect them.
At this moment, in the lobby of Bizhai, Tadun was wearing a leather cloak, with his chest open, and he was sitting carefree in the hall, drinking milk.
This kind of milk drink is a unique diet of Wuhuan people. It is cooked with fresh milk mixed with various ingredients in the morning. It is very suitable for strengthening the body.
While drinking milk on Taton, several palace warriors were turning over the roasted mutton by the fire pit.
Originally, there was no firepit in this lobby because the Han people's kitchen was in a side room and would not be placed indoors. After the Wuhuan people occupied this place, they directly carved the hard soil in the lobby into a fire pit.
In this way, after a night of baking, not only did the room feel like spring, but even the mutton on the fire pit exuded the aroma of meat.
Of course, as long as you can ignore the smoke and fire in the hall.
After the meat was roasted, the palace warriors began to share the meat with their companions.
The best meat was brought to Taton's table, and the rest was divided among the others.
In this way, dozens of fierce-looking warriors chewed the pieces of meat in their hands, getting their hands full of grease, and they only wiped two handfuls of them on the wool blanket under their buttocks.
Everyone chewed the meat like this, spitting out the bones all over the floor.
After he was full, Taton saw that there was still another piece on the plate. He looked at the dozen or so people tied together with hemp ropes in the hall and said with a sneer:
"There is another piece of meat here. Whoever is talented among you can come and eat my meat."
As soon as he said these words, a thin Han man immediately ran to the hall, but they were all tied together, and this move only caused him to fall big.
Seeing this person being such a clown, Taton burst out laughing and asked:
"What would you do?"
The thin Han man hurriedly kowtowed and said tremblingly:
"Master, I am a sewing worker in the village. I can make leather and make coats."
Tadun clicked his tongue and smiled at a palace warrior beside him:
"Qi Mi, look at this man. What does he call me? Call me master? Doesn't he know who I am? Can anyone be my slave?"
The palace warrior named Qi Mi was a serious man and one of the companions who traveled with Taton in the Han Dynasty. After listening to Taton's words, the man stood up directly from the leather mat, drew his sword and walked towards the man. A thin Han man.
When the thin man saw this, he screamed and huddled together like a dying shrimp.
There was a flash of disdain in Qi Mi's eyes, and she walked up to the man, looked down at him, and slashed at the man's neck with a knife like a gust of wind.
At this moment, Taton suddenly clapped his hands:
"Keep it. Although we Wuhuan women can also make leather, this Han is the first one to come out. Give him a chance."
As soon as Taton made a sound, Qi Mi had already put away his sword and stood up. When Taton finished speaking, he was already standing aside.
But Taton suddenly smelled a smell of urine, and his eyes immediately became fierce. He saw the wet crotch of the thin man at a glance, and then he stopped looking and waved his hand.
Qi Mi understood, pulled out the knife again, and cut the Han man's neck with one blow.
The man clutched his neck, blood gushing wildly, and then began to shake like a landed fish. Finally, his body froze, and only a pool of blood spread.
The sudden death of their companions shocked the remaining Han people to the point of screaming in terror. They wanted to run, but they were already tied together. They wanted to scream, but they held it back when they saw the ferocious look in Qi Mi's eyes.
Suddenly, an older Han man opened his eyes and begged:
"Chanyu, we are like withered grass on the grassland, insignificant, why are you teasing us?"
Taton was stunned for a moment, and then a palace warrior beside him explained:
"He is the leader of the village here."
Tadun suddenly realized, then he picked up a sheep bone and threw it at the Han village leader:
"Why do you pay tribute to Wuyan? Don't you know that I am the Lord of Wuhuan?"
The village leader was hit by the sheep bone at the corner of his mouth, and his face was completely disfigured. However, he still did not dare to move. He just lowered his head and explained:
"Chanyu, we wanted to pay tribute to Liucheng, but Wuyan stopped us and said that we were not worthy of meeting the Chanyu. So we have been dominated by the Youbeiping tribe."
Tadun sneered, until now Wu Yan is dead, this Han slave has nothing to prove.
But Taton didn't care about this at all. He asked casually:
"Has Mo Zhanli been here?"
The Han village leader was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He obviously knew that Mo Tanli was Wu Yan's son.
Could it be that Mo Zengli ran away?
Just when he was still thinking about it, Taton walked up to him in person.
Feeling the ferocity of Taton, the man didn't think much about it, he lay on the ground and said:
"The villain has never seen the power of Mo Zhan."
Tadun didn't speak, but still looked at this person.
The leader of the Han village panicked and did not want to get into this problem, so he loudly reported again:
"The villain and the whole clan have really never seen Mo Tanli. Our village is just outside Pinggangkou. If Mo Tanli leaves from us, we will definitely find him."
This man's meaning was very clear. He just told Taton that Tanli would probably lead people west to the Xianbei Plateau.
Tadun nodded, noncommittal, looked at the huddled appearance of the Han village leader, and asked:
"Do you have anything else to say? If you don't have anything to say, just kill him!"
After saying that, Taton turned around and left.
But the leader of the Han village didn't want to die. In desperation, he grabbed Taton's ankle and begged: "Spare my life. I have two daughters at home, and they can be given to Shanyu."
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Taton lowered his head and jumped up when he saw two bloody fingerprints on his newly made sheepskin boots.
He took the sheep bone that he had just smashed over and used it to smash the ignorant wall owner to death.
Taton finally threw away the half-broken sheep bones and cursed:
"You Han people are still treacherous, using my things to negotiate terms with me, and always treating us Wuhuan people as fools."
Taton's words aroused the echo of all the palace warriors, and they thought so too. Every time those Han people came to trade, they would exchange some rags for the cattle and sheep they had raised with their lives. It was really treacherous.
After that, Taton stopped wasting time and asked the Han people below:
"You are all selected and have skills. I won't kill you, but you have to be good. After a while, each of you will tell you what you know, and then someone will take you down."
The remaining Han people stood beside the bodies of their two companions and expressed their gratitude to Tadun.
After that, these Han people were taken down, and as soon as Taton returned to sit down cross-legged, he heard a palace warrior next to him ask:
"Chanyu, what do we want these Han slaves to do? They can't mount horses or herd animals. They are all a burden."
Taton shook his head. He was very patient with the warriors he had raised under his tent.
"Since I came to the Han Dynasty, I have often thought about a problem. Our warriors are obviously more brave than the Han people, but it is the Han people who occupy the warm land in the south."
The palace warrior who asked the question shook his shoulders and didn't take it seriously:
"That's because there is no grazing area in the south, so we don't care about going there."
Taton sneered, not wanting to comment on this reckless man's answer.
In fact, what he said just now took care of the face of the people present. In fact, over the past hundreds of years, wasn't it the fathers and ancestors here who made dogs for the Han people, so that they could survive?
Have you forgotten now?
So Taton thought of himself:
"Later I figured it out, because these Han people have craftsmen, they have blacksmiths who can make iron, knife makers who can forge knives, and tanners and armor makers who can make armor. It is because of these that those Han people can be as good as our five. . But is this really because the Han people are better at fighting than us? If we had these craftsmen, would we still have to stay in Liucheng?"
Then Taton pointed to the south, full of ambition:
"To the south is Jicheng, Xiangguo, Yecheng, and Dahe! It is the most suitable place in the world for winter grazing. If one day we can drink from Ma Dahe, then what a great wealth we will leave to our descendants! At that time, will all the boys in the tents freeze to death in the cold winter? ”
In response to Taton's words, the warriors in the palace all breathed heavily for a moment.
Only the palace warrior who first asked the question was unconvinced. He stiffened his neck and asked:
"Everyone understands this, but why do we still accept those who can write Chinese characters? What use do we need these people for? If we give him a mouthful of food, we Wuhuan people will lose a mouthful."
Taton suddenly turned his head, stared at this man expressionlessly, and said coldly:
"Zamba, you should be lucky that you are my brother, otherwise you would have died just now. You are indeed a well-deserved warrior. As far as I know, you alone killed four."
When he said this, the palace warrior named Zamba still held his head high, but when Taton finished the rest of his words, his expression changed drastically.
Just listen to Taton Senhan's voice continue to come:
"But have you forgotten? It was you who fought with Liaodong Dong for the seizure that made Wu Yan's son run away. Only that time, I spared your life, and now you dare to say anything about me? It seems that today I I have to let you understand! The reason why a samurai becomes a samurai is because he has a master, and you have to know who your master is today.”
At this time, Zamba was already trembling all over. He knelt down and surrendered to Taton and said:
"Chanyu, Zamba is wrong. Please forgive Zamba this time for the sake of his ignorance."
Taton clapped his hands and made the final judgment on Zamba:
"Originally, in this battle, your military merit can be divided into ten falls, but now that you have offended me, not only the merit has been canceled, but you have to come out to the palace tent with ten falls. You are convinced by this!"
Zamba didn't expect his brother to be so ruthless, but the situation was so compelling that he could only grit his teeth and accept the result.
He has been like this since he was a child. In public, he only allows himself to be called by his male name, and only in private is he allowed to call him brother.
He either scolds or reprimands himself, but when it comes to using himself, he starts talking about brotherly love.
Zamba, who had long been accustomed to Taton's methods, could only endure it all silently while holding his breath.
Over there, Taton was also satisfied with Zamba's performance, and then asked another palace warrior:
"If we buy together, then the people in eastern Liaoning are still huddled at the mouth of the valley and are not ready to go south?"
Speaking of this, Taton felt his teeth itch with hatred.
They had wiped out the Youbeiping Department two days ago and should have gone south early. But that Su Puyan wanted to rely on his old age and act like an old man, and he insisted on sorting out the spoils of war.
Then it was delayed for two days. It rained lightly yesterday. Su Buyan said that he was too old and weak to be exposed to the rain. When it was foggy again today, it seemed that today would be impossible again.
As expected, the Heqibuyer respectfully replied:
"Yes, Liaodong is still grazing at the mouth of the valley in the south, and there is no sign of going south."
After Taton heard this, he kicked over a piece of lacquerware next to him and became furious:
"This Su Buyan, I have to kill him, but he despises me so much."
After hearing such explosive words, the people present immediately looked at their noses with their eyes, their noses with their hearts, and started making wooden stakes.
After all, if these words reached Su Puyan's ears, something might happen.
But in fact, Tadun just said something indiscriminately when he was angry. Because of course he knew that it was not difficult to kill Su Buyan, but it would be difficult later.
Unlike Wu Yan, who had clearly surrendered to the Han people, Su Buyan still obeyed the western Liaoning on the surface, and even went all the way to participate in the war.
Judging from the morality of the Wuhuan people, this is of course an undoubted manifestation of loyalty.
And now, if he Taton kills people just because they speak disrespectfully, what will the Wuhuan ministers think?
You must know that Wuhuan Chanyu was not a Han emperor and had such great authority.
So this is also the reason why Tadun tolerated Su Buyan in every possible way. Who allows the adults in each department to only have high and low strength, but not superior and inferior!
So Taton also knew that he had made a mistake, so he stopped mentioning the matter and instead said to his younger brother Zamba:
"The wolf cub Mo Zengli was leaked from your hands. According to the rules of the grassland, you need to recover this prey yourself. Later, you should not go south with the army and bring your own warriors with you. I will hunt down Mo Zhanli and bring his head to me!”
Zamba is so busy:
"As ordered, I will cut off the head of Mo Zhenli for Shanyu and offer it to Shanyu to make a wine vessel."
Taton subconsciously retorted:
"If you don't make wine vessels for me, he's not worthy enough!"
Zamba, who was used to Taton's belittling, did not explain, lowered his head and walked out of the tent.
Afterwards, Tadun forgot about the matter of Mo Danli, because although the tribal nobles on the grassland had a chance to make a comeback after the tribe was wiped out, they were still in the minority.
So Taton also knew that the final outcome of Mo Danli would be either to die in the pursuit of his younger brother, or to die in the white disaster on the grassland.
Another hour passed. Just as he was thinking about how to deal with Su Buyan in Taton, he suddenly saw Heqimaiben, who was responsible for monitoring the eastern part of Liaoning Province, coming towards him, and he spoke with an earth-shattering statement:
"Chanyu, the eastern part of Liao was hit by a Han army coming out of the valley and was greatly routed. Now the entire plain is covered with defeated troops from eastern Liao. What should we do?"
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