Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 24 A scene between brothers and sisters
The winter in Yuledusi Grassland is cold, and the severe cold can easily cause physical discomfort.

"Cough~cough~cough~"

Nomudale's face was pale, and he was coughing violently one after another. It seemed that he would not stop, and he seemed to be coughing up his heart and lungs. This is an old problem. He grew up in a difficult environment. He joined the army at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and then took charge of the horse whip of the Whitt Department. Overwork damaged his health. That year, he went to the Ob grassland to participate in an alliance organized by Dulbert's tribe. When he returned, he was assassinated and a cold arrow shot him in the chest. Although his life was not in danger because he was wearing double armor, he was shot from his horse and injured his lungs.

Over the years, the condition has become more and more serious, but in order to appease the people of the tribe, I can only endure it silently. There was nothing we could do. The children were too young. The eldest son Suletan was only nine years old, and the second son Sumur was only seven years old. To prevent careerists from coveting them, they really didn't dare to say anything.

A pair of small hands suddenly appeared and gently helped him beat his back. It was the eldest son Suletan.

"Why are you here? But what do you want to report?" Nomudale asked, suppressing a cough. He was pleased with this son. Although he was still young, he was extremely smart and could already help him share some government affairs.

"Eqi Ge, uncle Noyan Ubas is back. This expedition suffered heavy losses. Only 500 of the 1,600 warriors are left."

"Hmph, son, do you think I should punish him for the crime of disadvantage in combat and take the opportunity to eliminate this scourge?"

"Eqi Ge, during this expedition, four Taijis, Noyan Ubashi, Buyan Burhan, Orolike, Shuoqi, and Namuzhan, all sent their subordinates to participate in the battle. If the uncle's crime is punished, other Taijis will inevitably be punished. The fox is sad when the lucky rabbit dies. Moreover, people in the tribe know that you are not on good terms with your uncle, and there will inevitably be rumors that you are taking revenge. Therefore, I think that not only cannot he be punished, but he should be welcomed with great fanfare, which can inspire the hearts of the tribe. Second, you can show your selflessness to the people."

Nomudale remained silent, thinking carefully about his son's words, and finally smiled, "Son! You are right. Politicians cannot follow their own temper, they must weigh the pros and cons. You can see this, as a father Very pleased!”

Noyen Ubashi came back after a long journey. The high spirits before the expedition have now turned into depression. Unexpectedly, Na and Tohuite's troops were so brave and skilled in fighting, but the casualties among the men were too great! There are only 500 warriors left out of 1,600. How can I face my people?

He looked at the people in front of him. Buyan Burhan, Ororik, Namuzhan, Aldar, and Erke Dadaiji called almost all the Noyans in the tribe. He didn't know what they wanted.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads. Noyan Ubas was not stupid. He retreated in order to advance and took the initiative to plead guilty. "Brother, the casualties in this expedition were too great. I am guilty!"

"Oh, how can you blame the second brother for this? The Khalkha people are coming fiercely and want to destroy Oirat. In order to defend our homeland, the second brother fought bloody battles. Not only is he not guilty, but he is meritorious! I will reward you and the meritorious soldiers heavily!"

Even though he knew that his elder brother was being hypocritical, Noyan Ubas still had red eyes and murmured: "In this battle, 1,100 warriors rested on the banks of the Irqis River. The losses were too great!"

Nomudale was silent for a while. Although the people who lost were the subordinates of the four major separatist forces in the tribe, they were still Huite's warriors after all. Finally, he spoke: "The Huite people will never forget the warriors who sacrificed their lives for the tribe. According to my order, the soldiers who went out to fight, including those warriors who died in battle, will be rewarded with two sheep each."

"Thank you Dadaiji!"

Noyan Ubas, Buyan Burhan, Ororik, Shuoqi, and Namuzhanqi claimed their thanks. Those who went on this expedition were all their subordinates, and these rewards were considered as compensation for them.

There were rewards for defeating the battle. Even Aledar, Erke and other Taijis who did not participate in the war were full of praise for Nomdale's generosity and kindness.

Nomudale smiled slightly. In the past few years, his headquarters had been recuperating and recuperating. He herded horses, farmed, built cities, developed industry and commerce, and went to the Yarkand people's territory to plunder and plunder. The treasury was still full.

"Second brother, fellow warriors, you have worked hard on the expedition. Come in quickly. I have prepared fine wine and delicacies. Let's raise your glasses and drink!" The bold words dispelled the fatigue, and the warriors who had returned from the expedition came in to eat and drink.

"Come on, let's sing and dance for the brave warriors who have worked hard and merited great achievements!"

Following the auspicious order from Dadaiji, groups of Mongolian young men and women began to sing and dance to add to the fun.

The atmosphere of the banquet reached a climax, and Nomudalei became more interested and sang a pastoral song loudly: "The white clouds are floating in the blue sky, and the snow-white sheep are covered under the white clouds. The snow-white sheep are covered under the white clouds. The flock is like speckled silver.”

Noyan Ubas then sang: "Sprinkled on the grassland, how I love to harm people. Sprinkled on the grassland, how I love to harm people."

This pastoral song was often sung by the brothers when they were children. It was so good then, blood was thicker than water, intimate. When he grew up, he couldn't help but fight openly and secretly and became enemies.

The two brothers smiled knowingly and sang in chorus: "The white clouds are floating in the blue sky, and the snow-white sheep are covered under the white clouds. The snow-white sheep are covered under the white clouds, and the snow-white sheep are covered under the white clouds."

As I sang, I suddenly shed tears. There are no interests at this moment, only brothers, brothers from the same mother!
I don’t know how many bowls of wine he drank, and I don’t know when his tongue started to get bigger. Nomudale suddenly coughed violently, swayed, and almost fell down.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Noyan Ubas exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter, second brother. It's just that I got drunk and had a slight cough. Come on, let's continue drinking." Nomudale cheered up and laughed.

Winter is very cold, and the deep affection between brothers can melt the ice and snow.
There are several large yurts outside Yingsochuan City and by the Dayuledus River. The largest one is lined with stones and painted with various strange symbols, making it full of mystery.

This is the felt tent of Dalengtai, the great shaman of the Huite tribe. The name "Dalengtai" means "seventy". Some Mongolians like to name their children after their grandfather's age. His grandfather lived to be seventy years old, which is considered a long life in this era, so his father gave him this name. .

However, Dalengtai did not name his son according to his father's age. Instead, he named his son "Shao Bu", which means "bird". He hoped that his son could fly freely like a bird.

Originally, shamanism was the largest sect in Oirat, and each tribe had its own shaman. But since the Gelug religion was introduced to Oirat, princes and nobles began to believe in Buddhism, and the influence of shamanism was much weaker. Despite this, there are still many people who believe in shamans devoutly, and many people believe in both Buddhism and shamanism.

In this era, medical conditions were rudimentary, and many great shamans were proficient in medical skills. This is why shamanism still retains a great influence. Dalengtai is not only good at pretending to be a magician, but he is also very skilled in medicine. The princes and nobles in the tribe like to look at him if they have a headache or fever.

It was getting cold, and Dalengtai's family was warming up next to the fire. A lamb was roasting on the fire, steaming out, and the aroma of kumiss permeated the entire felt tent. As the great shaman of the Huite tribe, his life is quite prosperous.

Dozens of uninvited guests broke into his home, and fierce warriors restrained his servants and slaves. The first two were murderous and powerful without being angry.

"You are so bold. You dare to break into my home. This is blasphemy!"

Dalengtai was furious, and suddenly his voice stopped and he recognized these two people. Suddenly his tone turned humble: "It turns out to be Noyen Ubastaiji and Buyan Burhantaiji. Which fragrant wind blew these two distinguished guests into my tent? Welcome, welcome!"

"Haha", Noyan Ubas took out a heavy bag of gold with a smile on his face, "Don't be surprised, great shaman, my two brothers are here to give you a gift."

Give me a gift? When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something. It seems that the person who comes is not kind!

Dalengtai thought to himself and said with a flattering smile: "What are your instructions? It's okay to say it. Why are you so polite?"

"In this case, I will speak. Yesterday at the banquet, my brother Nomudale suddenly coughed violently and almost fainted. You are a great shaman and a good doctor. I want to know how my brother's health is." Noyan Ubash looked concerned.

"This~"

Dalengtai was in trouble. Dadaiji's health was a big secret of the tribe. How could it be leaked so easily? After thinking for a while, he replied in a deep voice: "Dataiji just caught wind and cold occasionally, it's just a minor illness. It's okay."

"You are so rude, how dare you deceive my brother!" Buyan Burhan was furious and pulled out his Mongolian scimitar. The sharp sword light and the cold air made Dalengtai shiver involuntarily.

"Third brother, please don't make mistakes." Noyan Ubas tried to stop him and said with a smile, "We are just concerned about your brother's health. Please tell the truth."

Silence, the elegant birds in the felt tent are silent.

"In recent years, my brother has followed Bagas Khan, Dalai Taishi and others to believe in Gelug Religion. The incense here has become much less popular." Noyan Ubashi began to worry, "I heard that the eldest son of my brother's family, Su When Letan was born, the Gelug master Dongkor Manzhu Xili Hutuktu actually came in person and said what a sage he was. Alas! If this boy succeeded the great Taiji in his year, he would definitely respect Ge even more. Lu Jiao, the incense of shamanism is dangerous!"

This sentence hit Dalengtai's heart, and his face became uncertain.

As soon as Noyan Ubashi saw that there was a way, he immediately promised, "If you are willing to help me, I will be a shaman forever for the rest of my life!"

"Ugh!"

Dalengtai sighed leisurely and said slowly: "Datai Ji is suffering from tuberculosis. If he rests peacefully, his condition can be stable. But he is busy with government affairs and refuses to rest. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for a few years." .

After getting the laugh case he wanted, Noyan Ubas left happily. "I hope you can be my eyes in Dadaiji headquarters," he said solemnly before leaving.

The uninvited guest left and calm returned to the tent.

"Eqi Ge, do you really want to help Noyan Ubashi and Buyan Burhan Taiji deal with Dadaiji and his son?" Shaobu asked his father.

"Alas! If Shaotaiji were older, my father would never want to get involved with these two people. But Dadaiji's body and bones are dying, and Shaotaiji is young. Some things have to be prepared for a rainy day. ah!"

Dalengtai sighed, "Son, have you ever seen anyone gamble? A good gambler will hedge his bets. Let my father make friends with these two Taijis, and you must find ways to become Shao Taiji's friends."

(End of this chapter)