Chapter 41 This is a greeting from the steppe After the solemnity, he suddenly laughed, which made the solemn atmosphere disappear immediately!
Su Shi opened his mouth to say something, but everyone couldn't hear it clearly, the really violent hail came, and the cowhide tent was deafening.
Seven or eight people walked in the armor-clad warriors of the Fragrance Valley, carrying another tent in their hands.
Soon, there was an extra layer of tent inside the cowhide tent.
No one wants to talk when God is in power......
Therefore, several people in the tent closed their mouths and reached for the brazier in unison.
The hailstones outside the tent had changed from the size of a pea to the size of a pigeon's egg, falling to the ground and bouncing wildly, and finally piling up together and soon covering the ground.
The icy air swept through the tent with damp vapor, and even the flames inside the brazier seemed to suffocate before re-igniting.
A particularly large hailstone smashed through the two cowhide tents in one go, and fell on the shield held high by the warrior of the Qingxiang Valley and shattered, and the flying ice foam penetrated into Tie Xinyuan's neck, and he continued to reach out and roast the fire as if he was unconscious.
Another hailstone leaked through the gap in the round shield and smashed on the grass at Ouyang Xiu's feet, bouncing twice to dissipate all kinetic energy.
Ouyang Xiu reached out and picked up the hailstone, opened his mouth wide and swallowed it, the ice entered his stomach, which made him extremely painful.
Finally, he howled in pain and hammered his chest twice, and it seemed to become more comfortable.
Hail is a natural disaster that is destined to not last, and after half a pillar of incense, there is no more hail in the sky, and even the rain seems to have stopped.
The cloud, which had just contained the hail, seemed to wring all the water out and drifted away along the top of the mountain, and then the sun appeared again in the clear blue sky.
"The grass-headed tartars must have succumbed, right?"
Ouyang Xiu asked lightly.
Tie Xinyuan nodded and said: "You should give in, in such weather, if you continue to stay in the swamp, I am afraid that you will be worried about extermination." ” "You think they have a way to deal with it?"
"It was a heavy rain, and no one expected that there would be a hail the size of an egg at the end......"
Ouyang Xiu groaned in pain and said: "The conquest of the army is naturally the responsibility of the monarch, and it is the responsibility of me, the head of the civil officials, to appease the people, does the king think so?"
” Tie Xinyuan said with a smile: "After disarming the grass-headed Tatars, they will naturally be arranged by Mr. ” "Okay, please leave a thousand soldiers for the old man, a strong general, and you can go back to Hami immediately."
In such a delicate situation, it is not advisable for the king to be outside. “ Tie Xinyuan stood up and saluted: "Everything has Mr.
Lao!"
” After saying that, he walked away.
Su Shi trembled and pointed to Tie Xinyuan's distant back and said to Mr.: "Such a butcher who treats human life like a mustard, why shouldn't Mr. blame him to his face?"
” Ouyang Xiu smiled: "How to accuse?
Accuse what?
When the news of the victory of the Southern Expedition of the Great Song Dynasty came, the old man remembered that you seemed to be drunk, and you wrote several poems for the soldiers who were about to triumph.
Why are you so indignant when it's your turn to be in Hami Qingxiangguo?
” "Master Wang......"
After Su Shi spit out two words, he stopped abruptly, because he found that his king here could only be Hami Qingxiang Kingdom.
The ground was covered with hail, and Tie Xinyuan naturally needed to put on a thick fur again.
Standing in the harsh sunlight reflected by the hail, he saw a long procession slowly coming out of the depths of the swamp in the swamp.
Tie Xinyuan's own team also became extremely embarrassed, and more than three hundred cattle and sheep were injured by the hail, and this was still under the condition that six thousand people were trying to protect them, and more than a dozen of them were blinded by the hail, and they were screaming violently.
Although the sheep are larger than the cattle, they are not very badly damaged, and the dwarf sheep have an advantage over the herd when it comes to avoiding hail, and they only need a low, steep cliff to keep themselves safe.
As for the war horses, there is no need to worry about any losses received, and when the heavy rain comes, the knights have already led the war horses into their tents.
When the last huge hailstones smashed through the cowhide tents, the warriors used their shields to help their mounts survive.
The soldiers from the Great Song Dynasty were naturally very unaccustomed to such things, and the mercenaries from Qingtang did not have these problems, and they were repairing their tents one by one, and by the way, they looked at the grass-headed Tatars who came out of the depths of the meadow.
"Then Rinpoche, you take your headquarters to accept the surrender of the grass-headed Tatars, remember, everything is according to the rules!"
A tall and thin Qingtang warrior nodded and shouted, and the Qingtang warriors who were mending the tent cheered.
The first army to accept the prisoners received twice as much money as the later ones, and not only that, but they also had the power to loot the rich and noble in that army first.
Meng Yuanzhi said to Tie Xinyuan with some dissatisfaction: "Such an opportunity should be given to those who are their own talents." ” Tie Xinyuan shook his head and said, "They are not used to it, and they don't know how to accept the enemy who was forced to surrender by the environment. ” "I can tell them!"
"No, it's much better for the Qingtang people to tell them than you told them."
"Didn't you leave it all to Ouyang Xiu?"
"That is after the enemy has succumbed, now, it is not the time, Meng Yuanzhi, inform Mr.
Ouyang that they will see with their own eyes how to accept the surrender of prisoners!"
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Meng Yuanzhi smiled bitterly and shook his head, then rode down the hill to inform Ouyang Xiu to lead all the Song officials to come and kill people.
Wangshan ran a dead horse.
The hail stopped at noon, and the grass-headed Tatars walked for half a day before wading out of the swamp in muddy water.
A stout grass-headed Tatar stood at the front, beating his chest and shouting at Tie Xinyuan on the hillside: "For the sake of the Immortal Heaven, give us a way to live!"
” Tie Xinyuan said coldly in Turkic dialect: "My messenger has informed you to surrender, it is you who are unwilling to surrender, since you do not give in, then, killing is inevitable!"
” The stout grass-headed Tatar leader said indignantly: "I have never seen your messenger, never!"
” Yu Chiwen shouted in his broken gong voice, which was still in the diacritic stage: "The first corpse on the edge of the Daoliu River, the first wisp of bloody gas wafting on the Daochuan River, and the vultures gathered in the sky above the Daoliu River are all the messengers of my king!"
” The leader of the grass-headed Tatars wanted to say a few more words, but the Rinpoche standing beside him had already stabbed his long knife through his waist, and when the leader of the grass-headed Tatars fell to his knees weakly, his head covered with mud and water had been cut off by Rinpoche's own hands.
"The king has an order, and those who are taller than the wheels will be killed!
Women except for pregnant ones redistributed!
” Na Rinpoche was very familiar with the rules of the steppe, and he was very contemptuous of the unruly behavior of the leader of the grass-headed Tatars, and after cutting off his head, he immediately announced the fate of the grass-headed Tatars......
Heads were rolling and crying on the edge of the swamp, and the women howled bitterly to protect their son, who had just risen above the wheels.
Their efforts were in vain, and the fierce Qingtang easily killed her son in their arms, then threw their children's corpses into the swamp and dragged the woman to the other side, where they would be spoils of war waiting for the victor's distribution.
Ouyang Xiu's eyes widened with effort, tears gushing out of his eyes, landing on his long beard, and then falling to the ground.
Meng Yuanzhi said embarrassedly: "The king was not like this before......"
Ouyang Xiu choked up and said: "He is showing the old man the real war in the Western Regions, even if he is currently the object of the old man's allegiance, the old man still has to scold—brute!"
” "You can scold him as much as you want, but ah, please don't disobey his orders now."
"You're a brute too!"
“……” The Song people, who had originally robbed the Qingtang people of their opportunity to make a fortune, saw a killing happening right under their noses, and the noisy scene suddenly quieted down.
He didn't know anything about the grass roots in Liu Man's mouth falling from his mouth, his mouth habitually squirmed, and it took a while before he said to Hong Laoqi: "His grandmother's, what Lao Tzu did in Tiannan is not a matter at all." ” Hong Laoqi gasped and said: "I'm only worried about our future days, such a big scene seems to be an ordinary thing, if anyone still thinks about surrendering to the enemy and begging for his life in the future, he must be the fastest to die." ” Liu Man rubbed his big face fiercely with both hands, spit and said, "I will learn from it next!"
” "Smart, Lao Tzu thinks the same way, what song to sing anywhere, only by learning from those Tibetan barbarians, can we make money here, and finally go back to the Great Song Dynasty alive to buy land and marry a mother-in-law......"
Su Shi vomited darkly, his chubby body fell into the muddy water, tears flowed, his hands slapped the cold rain, and his mouth cursed intermittently for Tie Xinyuan, who was standing on the hillside.
He didn't faint immediately, which had already surprised Tie Xinyuan, and his sensitive heart was also as tough as a steel wire!
No matter how intense the pain is, he can't escape by fainting.
There were many Song officials who also fell into the muddy water with him, and some of them had collapsed, looking at the killing at the foot of the mountain like mud figures, and the feces and urine flowed together.
Only Ouyang Xiu stood up when he found out that those Qingtang people were about to start the second killing, and sent Gaga to stop the Qingtang people from continuing to kill.
"There are a lot of boys who are taller than the wheels, and they must kill them, and besides, my wheels are much bigger than the wheels of these grass-headed Tatars." ” "Go!"
Ouyang Xiu roared unprecedentedly.
Seeing that the old man was completely angry, Gaga reluctantly walked down the hill and demanded that Rinpoche stop killing.
Na Rinpoche was very obedient, Tie Xinyuan told him to kill people, he killed people, and if he asked him to stop, he stopped.
He knew Gaga and knew that this guy was Tie Xinyuan's attendant, and when he saw him coming, he thought it was Tie Xinyuan's order, so he stopped killing and took his own people to pick up his spoils of war happily.
Tie Xinyuan left when the killing just began, and he couldn't watch such a scene without watching it, even if it was an order from himself.
The killing rules that have been passed down from the grasslands for thousands of years have been proven by time to be effective, even the only effective way to fuse......
It's just that I don't know what Ouyang Xiu will think when they receive this greeting from the grassland.