Chapter 448 Raid
Mo Rigen rushed into the tent. When he came out again, he had a long bow in his hand, a quiver on his back, and a scimitar in his waist. He stepped over to Next to the war horse, he got on his horse. Several children who were having fun in the distance were also trying their best to drive back. However, except for Jida, the remaining four were riding young horses and could not run away at all. Not fast.
Mo Rigen rode up to meet him.
Since they are scouts, there should not be too many.
Go and pester him for a while so that Dolma and the children can escape.
Looking back at Dolma, she, who is experienced, has lit a pile of cow dung and covered it with a lot of grass. Thick smoke is rising. In such weather, even ten miles away, it is impossible to Can clearly see such warning signs.
Mo Rigen is not panicked, he is not alone. There are at least dozens of herdsmen in the surrounding area. Unlike his family, which is still a cub, those families can take money from every tent. There were several warriors.
When the smoke comes together, it is the news of war, and everyone will quickly gather here.
In a very short period of time, they were able to gather more than a hundred powerful warriors on horseback.
"Ah Da, run quickly, Ah Da, run quickly, there are so many people!" Jida whipped the horse crazily, he even passed several younger brothers and sisters, Mo Zhigen saw it from his face A look of extreme panic.
This made Mo Rigen very angry.
You are the eldest son in your family. You should be the role model and protector of your younger brothers and sisters, instead of running faster than them when something happens.
The child is still too young and needs training.
Mo Rigen decided to forgive Jida this time.
The war horses of Jeddah and Morigen passed by each other.
The next moment, Mo Rigen fiercely tightened the reins of the war horse, and the man stood up amidst the long neigh of the war horse.
Mo Rigen finally knew why Jeddah was so panicked.
Where is the reason for so many scouts?
On the small ridge just now, at least a hundred cavalry appeared at the same time, and when they rushed down on their horses, more cavalry kept emerging behind them.
Despair occupied all of Mo Rigen's thoughts in an instant.
Subconsciously, he had already reined in his horse and turned around.
"Ah Da!" The children's frightened calls came from behind, and further away, Dolma screamed in despair.
Mo Rigen turned around.
His four underage children on ponies were overwhelmed by the torrent of cavalry.
"Ah!" Mo Rigen roared angrily. At that moment, blood surged to the top of his head. He forgot what fear was and was no longer afraid of death.
He turned the horse's head again and rushed forward against the torrent.
Bend the bow and nock an arrow.
Mo Rigen, the best archer in the tribe, shot three arrows, then he pulled out the scimitar from his waist and swam upstream alone.
Jeddah is still at large.
He did not dare to look back.
He recognized those people.
They are barbarians.
A few years ago, these barbarians robbed wantonly around Yandu when the three kings were fighting for the throne. Their ferocity made the people around Yandu frightened. Now, they are back again.
He heard his father's roar, and he saw his mother standing there blankly like a sculpture. There were obviously horses around him, but his mother did not get on the horse and run away.
Jida shouted, and Dolma finally had some expression on her face,
It's like crying, but also like laughing.
"Run!" Zhuoma's voice vaguely reached his ears. Jida violently whipped the horse under his crotch. This was carefully selected by his father and was known as the best war horse within a hundred miles. But now, it had become a vehicle for his escape.
Jeda burst into tears.
For the Yuan Kingdom, these past few years have been the gloomiest years since the founding of the country, because they were divided from a unified country into three, and the three were still fighting each other endlessly.
But for the Rendo family, these few years have been the best years.
Their power and wealth have reached new heights in the past few years.
In order to defeat Tie Le, Akedun used the three-king political discussion to gain the support of the Renduo clan and the Xifeng clan. Although he eventually became the emperor, the price he paid was power.
Now he is roughly a third emperor.
This is very different from what he had imagined before.
For Ren Duozhong, the current layout of the court is the best layout. As for whether they are unified or not, he really doesn't care.
More than a hundred years ago, there was no Yuan Dynasty and no country. Everyone was a tribal alliance. Wasn't it good at that time?
At least the Rendo family does not need to salute the emperor. There are not so many bad rules. Everyone believes in the simplest truth: whoever has the biggest fist is the boss.
Akedun’s power now does not leave Yandu City. Xifeng Keqin suffered a serious illness last year and is still lying on the bed dying. The Renduo family’s power has gone through a new round of expansion, and its current strength , is already the head of the three kings. Even the Beiting Protectorate has now begun to focus its contacts on itself instead of Akedun.
If the Beiting Protectorate can support itself in swallowing Akedun and Xifeng Keqin, then it is not impossible even if it costs more.
In previous contacts, the Beiting Protectorate was not too proactive.
They seem to like Akotun more.
Of course, as an enemy, Akodon, a loser, would be more liked by his opponent than himself.
However, the Beiting Protectorate did not completely refuse, at least they still offered a price.
Although my appetite is too big, I can't agree to it.
But as long as the price is made, it means there is some negotiation.
The asking price is so high, just pay it back on the spot!
Politics, in the final analysis, is just a business.
The Renduo family has lived on this land for hundreds or thousands of years, relying on being able to recognize current affairs, seize opportunities, give in when it is time to give in, and make huge profits when it is time to make money.
For more than a hundred years ago, the Yingzhuo family was so powerful that the Ren family had no choice but to retreat. This concession was more than a hundred years of groveling. Now, it is the Ren family's turn to stretch themselves. ambition.
He bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and the arrows shot out like lightning. More than a hundred steps away, a copper coin tied to a willow tree jingled and flew into the air.
Nine arrows in a row, there were nine crisp sounds, and nine copper coins flew to the master. Ren Duozhong laughed and threw the bow to the side of the guard.
Even if he is sixty-five, he can still eat three liters of food, guard several women at night, wield a sword and carry a bow, and still fight bravely in the three armies.
The Rendo family is conducting the annual Balutu spring selection.
Balutu is the title of a warrior.
No matter what your previous status was, whether you were a prisoner, a slave or a civilian, you can sign up to participate in this selection. Once you win, your status will immediately change dramatically. It can be said that you have embarked on a prosperous road.
And this title of Barutu only counts a hundred people every year.
The army composed of Balutu is the core direct line force of the Rendo family and the foundation for their survival.
“Let’s begin!” Ren Duozhong sat cross-legged on the carpet on the high platform, holding up the wine glass with one hand and waving it casually with the other.
(End of this chapter)