My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 87 Xirong Yelang tribe

"Father!"

"father!"

Three different voices came from the bottom of the city. They were the three sons of Qi Baoguo. When they came up, the envoy had already gone down. They saw their father pressing the wall with one hand and the head of the knife with the other, looking at the grassland and official road outside the city gate. .

"Dad..." The youngest son Qi Youhu walked past his elder and second brothers and pointed to the stairs to the lower city, "What did the emperor's envoy say? Did he ask our family to let the barbarians in?"

When his father didn't answer, he turned around and left angrily: "I'll kill him!"

"Tiger cub!"

"Third brother!"

Qi Wei and Qi Xuan shouted to him, and Qi Baoguo just turned his face, frowned and shouted: "Come back!"

Qi Youhu, who had taken a few steps, stood still and let out angrily.

"Dad, how many people in our family died at the hands of the Xirong barbarians? Not to mention the soldiers and people in the city gate. Every family has relatives who were killed by the Xirong barbarians. Now they don't waste a single soldier. Entering our Yantang Pass? What will the folks in Chengguan think of us in the future!"

The young man gritted his teeth and glared fiercely: "Dad, so you agreed?"

Seeing his father's silence, Qi Youhu walked down the tower. Qi Xuan quickly followed him: "Father, I'm going to persuade you."

As the city closed, soldiers patrolled by. Qi Wei was older, he was 22 this year. Compared to his two younger brothers, he was relatively mature.

"Father, what do you think?"

"Alas..." Qi Baoguo looked at the caravan passing through the official road outside the city gate and sighed, "It is hard to disobey the emperor's order. Four generations of the Qi family have guarded Yantang Pass. Your uncle died in the battle six years ago, leaving behind a pair of Orphaned and widowed, Uncle Yi and his son also died that year during the invasion of Xirong, and the second family of the Qi family was completely cut off..."

He gritted his teeth and slapped the wall, "The Qi family has a blood feud with the Xirong barbarians, and I wish I could crush them all, but the Qi family is also a loyal minister of Yan, and has been loyal for generations... If you don't obey the emperor's orders, you will let me What’s it like to be a father?!”

"But once the Xirong are released, let alone what the people and soldiers of Yantang Pass will think. Once these barbarians enter Rongzhou, they will burn, kill and loot inch by inch...can father bear to see it?"

"What do you want me to do as a father? If you don't obey the emperor's orders, will you rebel like the two princes of Rongzhou?!" Qi Baoguo is a traditional Youyan man at heart. Influenced by his father's generation, his loyalty to the Yan country is unparalleled for young people like Qi Wei. No one can compare.He looked at his son and smiled: "That's a traitor. The Qi family has been pure and clean all their lives, but when they become father, they are stained with filth!"

"But let the Xirong people come in, and the Qi family will be covered in filth!"

Qi Wei understood what his father was thinking and didn't want to force him, but once the Xirong were allowed to enter Rongzhou, thousands of people would be killed. Even if it was a place occupied by rebels, why would the people deserve it?

At the moment, he could only think of a compromise and whispered:

"Father, why not do this? Before you let Xirong go in, you send a horse to notify Yunqi County and the people near Ding'an County to let them evacuate. In this way, the Qi family has finally done a good thing and their conscience can be tolerated."

Qi Baoguo pursed his lips tightly, his fists clenched loudly, and he punched hard again, causing cracks to burst out and spread across the wall.

"As a father...a disgrace to the whole family."

He gritted his teeth and whispered.

……

The wind blows through the wilderness, passing through this majestic and ancient pass, and extending along the official road, there is an endless stretch of lush green grass, connecting the end of the world. Among the passing businessmen, you can see the long cries of goshawks soaring in the sky.

There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, and in the distance there are shepherds herding horses on horseback, singing songs that belong only to them. The grass carpet ripples in the breeze, like gentle waves spreading into the distance.

The low-lying cattle and sheep raised their heads and slapped their ears. The sound of horse hooves trampled the ground. One horse, two horses... gradually turned into dozens or hundreds of horses. A group of cavalry wearing fur coats and fur hats made rough noises. The 'hoo-ho' flew by.

The direction they were running towards was a densely packed group of tents. The returning cavalry dismounted in the tribe, and the Xirong women and children in the tents warmly greeted them and caught the food plundered from their hands. Bags of rice grains, as big as a cow's leg, and enemy heads were piled on the ground. The women circled around and danced weirdly.

This is just one of the larger tribes in Xirong. Today, there are a large number of large vehicles parked in the tribe, and many Yan people are busy unloading luxurious and exquisite items. The largest white dome tent in front has a slow glow. Voices came out. "King Yelang, this is just a small gift. After everything is done, there will be more for you."

"You, the emperor of the Yan people, are so cruel to your own people... Since you have come to beg me, I am willing to lead my warriors to run on the land of Yan and hunt prey that belongs to the warriors."

In the large tent, sitting on several perfectly paved sheepskin blankets, was a fat figure with a pair of thick mustaches on his lips and dozens of braids on the thick hair on his head. He was also wearing a leather jacket. , but he wears many different colors of agate and silver rings inlaid with precious stones.

His name is Udanu, the leader of this Xirong tribe. When he was young, he was tall and majestic and could easily bring down the fiercest wild horses with one hand. Thirty years later, he became a mountain of meat.

However, his prestige has never diminished. After 30 years, the small tribe under his leadership has become the most powerful tribe in the southeastern grassland, with many small tribes still relying on it.

Those who were disobedient were killed by him and his tribesmen, and all their cattle, sheep and women were taken away.

Udanu wiped the grease from his mouth and continued to tear a leg of mutton with his hands, signaling to the envoy from the Yan Kingdom opposite. The latter smiled and shook his head, "I have eaten enough, thank you King Yelang for your hospitality."

"You Yan people are too thin, just like you." Udanu put down the leg of lamb, "I know you can't wait for my answer. Now I will answer you. The warriors of the tribe are always ready to hunt."

"That's great. Over at Yantang Pass, my emperor has already greeted the guard. King Yelang's warriors can enter and exit the pass at any time."

Looking at the Yan State envoy who lowered his head slightly to talk to him, Udanu suddenly burst into laughter. He stretched out his hand and asked the maid on the side to help him up.

"Qi Baoguo from Yantang Pass must hate you to death, haha!"

The messenger lowered his head and turned red.

At this time, Udanu walked over to the envoy of the Yan Kingdom on the ground and clapped his hands outside the tent: "Xie Cheya, in two days, gather three thousand warriors from the tribe and lead them into Yantang Pass at night to see Yan. The country’s land and its people!”

The young man who led the cavalry back before had a dark face and a tall and straight figure. He wore a straight-breasted short jacket, crotch-fitting trousers, a wolf velvet collar on his shoulders, a round hat on his head, and two fox tails hanging down as he walked. Shake and shake.

He stopped at the tent, half-knelt down towards Udanu, and covered his shoulder with one hand, "Xie Cheya will come back soon with the warriors of the clan."

Soon, the Yan State envoy was sent out enthusiastically. He sat on the carriage, looked at the goshawks flying over the sky, raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes, "The dignified envoy of the Yan State is as humble as a domestic dog in front of the barbarians!"

The sky he looked at was full of white clouds, and he felt that the big swallow would never come back.

Eight hundred miles to the southeast across Yantang, under the bright sky, [-] Xiliang soldiers had left the mountains at the junction of the two states and stepped into the border of Qingzhou.

Beacon smoke has been set off in several counties in Lingzhou.Before the imperial court's [-]-strong army was defeated, Duan Jin, the Marquis of Chang'an County, sensed the imperial court's weakness and lurked a thousand soldiers and horses in Guqiu City of Yazhou. When news of the [-]-strong army's defeat came, he directly led his troops to attack the city gate and communicated with outside the city. The three thousand soldiers waiting inside and outside cooperated to capture the city, integrated the soldiers and horses in the city, and captured three small counties overnight.

When Su Chen and his troops were about to enter the border of Qizhou, the fourth county was already under his control.

At this time, outside Guqiu City, the two Marquises of Huaizhou and Laizhou had gathered their troops, plus Su Chen and Yunqihou's troops of ten thousand people. For a time, the wilderness outside the city was densely packed with military camps and countless banners. Floating curls.

After setting up camp, Su Chen didn't need to give orders. Dong Zhuo and Li Jue were experienced in this area. However, Li Jue looked at Guqiu City in the distance and couldn't help but sigh: "It would be better if we could send troops to plunder."

On his way here, Dong Zhuo was already restraining him and telling him some things. Although he was a little frightened, Li Jue was still thankful that he could live again.

'Even Mr. Dong can change, why can't I?Anyway, Da Sima has done it before, so it’s nothing unusual. '

He looked at the outline of the city and felt that his former ambitions were just that.

In the afternoon, the sun tilts.

Duan Jin, the Marquis of Changling, rode to the military camp with several guards.

　The situation in Xirong has also been discussed in this chapter. For the rest, we will see Guan Yu and others tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)