My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 561 Mongolian Iron Cavalry
The cypress leaves turned yellow and separated from the bare treetops. In the bright winter sunshine, they drifted down and landed silently on the pond, creating a circle of ripples.

In Yanjing, in the back garden of the imperial palace, it is already a winter scene. Palace attendants in thick clothes come and go, and guards hold their swords and stand at each important road.

Beside the pond, the cold wind picked up the fallen leaves on the ground and blew them to the feet of the woman in front of the corridor. Fang Xuejun, dressed in a queen's palace dress, stood behind the guardrail with a smile on her lips, looking at the people in the courtyard over there with her senior sister Li Wangqiu. The little man practices martial arts.

In the arms of the senior sister, holding a baby, is her daughter Suru.

"Your Majesty has already received good news. The cannibal barbarians in the west were beheaded by the soldiers, piled on the main road of Tianfengling, and built into the capital."

The news from the west came late last night. As the queen, she knew the outcome of the war immediately.

Early this morning, she told the news to the senior sister who came to amuse the children.

"Those barbarians in the West heard that they grew up tall and rough, so why are they so unbeaten?" Li Wangqiu is three years older than Su Chen, making him thirty this year.

In the past few years, she has been in the palace a lot and rarely traveled around the world. She has been protected from the wind and rain. With some secret recipes in the palace, she still looks young and beautiful. After giving birth to a child, she has added the charm of a mature woman.

"Senior sister, do you still want the barbarians to fight? Wouldn't it be causing more casualties to our Xia soldiers?"

Zhou Yu, dressed in brocade and white robes, greeted him outside the official office. He extended his hand to invite Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhuge Liang to enter the official residence.

She tilted her head slightly, and Su Chen lay over there, resting his chin on the guardrail and smiling at her, "Mother, my child is going to study with Minister Xun."

Minister Xun was none other than Xun Yu, who had just been promoted to Grand Master of the East Palace.

The rain fell on the raincoat, splashing water, and the galloping red horses stopped at Feiyungang, more than 300 miles away from Yanjing.

Most of these stories come from the Han Dynasty. Xun Yu only had to change some places and quote the place names here.

"I heard that the prince has brothers and sisters?"

Su Chen pursed her small mouth, and her handsome little face was indescribably solemn. Her expression was similar to Xun Yu's when he was serious.

Every time a story comes out, Su Chen is fascinated.

When no one is around in private, they may call one or two senior sisters or junior sisters because of their relationship with the sect, but in the palace, they must use the honorific title. This is also what the sect leaders and elders have repeatedly warned when they leave the sect, and they must not have any Any overstep.

The two guards were both her senior brothers from the secular sect outside the palace, and their martial arts skills were a little better than those of the ordinary palace guards. After entering the palace, they were supported by the palace and received more resources, so they naturally excelled.

Su Chen turned a blind eye to this. It was very common for a queen to cultivate her own team in the harem. Moreover, Su Chen often fought abroad, so she could feel more at ease with her protection in the palace.

Misty water vapor enveloped Yanjing, and people were hurrying in the streets and alleys. Li Bai held an oil-paper umbrella and pulled the drunk Guo Jia on the street. Looking at the misty and rainy street scene, he couldn't help but become inspired by poetry. He casually threw the weak scribe to the street to collect water. In the water, looking at the continuous rain, I let out a long sigh, drew my sword and carved a few lines of poetry on the eaves of the shop next to me...

Su Chen sat cross-legged opposite and nodded obediently: "I have a younger sister, and my aunt (Li Wangqiu) also has a younger brother!"

In particular, it also talks about the heroes from the late Han Dynasty to the Wei Dynasty.

Zhang Fei covered his ears and walked impatiently in the hall. Guan Yu closed his eyes and drank tea. Occasionally he spoke, but it was to Lu Meng who was sitting dangerously beside him.

Then he called two tall guards and warned them in a gentle tone.

The sound of patter of winter rain resounded from the eaves, and the solemn and solemn inner garden of the palace was immersed in the misty rain. The carriage leaving the palace was bathed in the rain and dew, and drove into Zhongshu Province, located in the imperial city, with the water vapor.

The reason for calling him 'mentor' instead of 'grand master' or 'mentor' is because Fang Xuejun privately told Su Chen to show respect and closeness.

The little man held his chin and listened to this story called "A Poem in Seven Steps". He was lost in thought and fell into the story.

The two girls were playing and laughing, perhaps loudly, which made the infant Suru cry. Li Wangqiu quickly hugged the baby, shaking it slowly and coaxing her gently.

Haha!

Fang Xuejun tidied up her bun, and was about to step forward to take the child from her senior sister's arms, when a "Mother Queen!" sounded from the other side of the guardrail.

The prince's carriage stopped outside the official residence of Zhongshu Province. Su Chen stepped up the steps with a serious face and walked into the busy official residence. In the middle hall, the prince's grand master Xun Yu was flipping through a book.

Fang Xuejun hugged Suru and looked at the little man being escorted away by the two guards with his senior sister Li Wangqiu, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmm!" , he has several brothers, one of whom is named Cao Zhi..."

After the laughter, Fang Xuejun straightened her expression. In front of her children, she tried her best to set an example for her mother to respect the world.

Zhuge Liang smiled and waved his feather fan, and the two of them walked out of the house. Soon, the soft and moving sound of piano strings rang leisurely in the pavilion.

Soon, Zhang Fei was invited to drink by Lu Su and Gan Ning, and the two people in the hall gradually exchanged a few words.

"In the blink of an eye, this child is almost an adult."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the prince walking into the door. This talented and unsmiling Wang Zuo suddenly smiled and waved the little man over.

"On such a rainy day, Kong Ming would like to play a song?"

"Escort the prince to Zhongshu Province."

She held Suru in her arms and felt the coolness coming from outside the eaves.

That day, the other party sacrificed his life to save Guan Yu, which moved Guan Yu. He was a duplicitous person with a cold face but a warm heart. How could he not be soft-hearted?

"Teacher!"

"That's not what I meant..." Li Wangqiu hurriedly defended. Seeing the teasing smile in the corner of Fang Xuejun's eyes, he suddenly realized and lightly poked Fang Xuejun's waist with his finger, "Being a queen is different. You have to learn how to behave badly. !”

In this regard, Xun Yu saw through it without saying anything, and did not correct him. On the contrary, Su Chen came over to talk to him every day. It was a rare free time in the daily boring life, and the relationship between the big one and the small one was better than what ordinary people saw. Much more intimate.

This time I accompanied Zhuge Liang to visit Zhou Yu and Lu Su, but I still had some vague thoughts: say a few words to Lu Meng to get rid of the embarrassment.

"Don't you think so, Governor?"

Su Chen is also willing to come. The prince and grand master in front of him does not teach him knowledge and government affairs in a strict manner like others. Instead, he tells some short stories and uses the characters in the stories and what he did right and wrong to test the school. Su Chen, let him find out how to distinguish right from wrong, how to be fair, how to be worthy of what is in his heart, etc.

"Yes, Queen!"

On the harbor, Elsa held the sails and waved gestures with the fleet that was about to set sail, telling her brothers in Nanyang to sail carefully!

In Zhenhai Division, Lin County, Central Plains, Qi Jiguang looked at the sea chart, his eyes moved with the fingers of his officials, and listened to the movements of pirates on the sea.

And think about how to protect foreign merchant ships from the Nanyang area entering the East China Sea Islands and establish stable maritime security.

At night, with the candlelight flickering, he sat in front of the window lattice and wrote the articles of association. In his heart, Hongyuan, who had not had time to complete it back then, wanted to stretch out here.

Luyang.

In the dark night, brothers Xiahou Yuan and Xiahou Dun looked at the battle reports from the Western Regions in their hands and let out a long sigh of envy. The Xia Kingdom is now very big, and they can no longer follow him on expeditions like before. They need to guard every place.

It's a pity that this skill is lacking.

Xia Houyuan thought this way.

On the Xirong grassland, which is a Bingzhou away, there is no starry pasture, and there is the sound of horse hooves running wildly in the middle of the night. Teams of grassland people wearing fur coats, as ragged as beggars, whizzing by in the winter night wind .

In the camp where countless tents gathered in the distance, a figure from Mongolia turned over and mounted a war horse. With a gloomy gaze like an eagle, he swept over the group of horses and rushed into the open space of the camp.

The round but bearded figure slowly clenched his fist and raised his arm, while thousands of prairie soldiers slapped their blades on horseback.

Subotai closed his eyes slightly and raised his chin slightly. His face was solemn, not angry but powerful.

woo-

In the distant night, the howling of wolves was like a wave blown by the wind, and the huge banner of Xia State was flying.

At a certain moment, Subotai pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and countless savage roars swept through the dark night.

Within a month, dozens or hundreds of small tribes have come under Subotai's command. He used his own way, or the way from the strongest period of Mongolia, to build these weak prairie people into his own. The desired look.

He took them to every place in the grassland day and night. He went to the northernmost part of the grassland near the sea, where he fished and shot birds, and went to Luoting and Zizhubu to hunt down wolves.

He even deliberately caused friction with two large tribes and fought with each other on horseback. In mid-November, when Su Chen was still finishing the Western Region, Subotai used his tactics to defeat the Zhizhu tribe, and Wanqi The long iron fang became the dead soul under his scimitar.

From the east to the central part, and then to the Luuta tribe approaching the west, the grassland cavalry in Subotai's hands has become the largest force.

dark night.

The grass carpet undulated in the night wind, like gentle waves. Subotai held the scimitar, raised his head, and howled like a wolf howling desolately under the bright moon.

"call!"

"call!"

In the light of the fire, thousands of steppe cavalry waved their scimitars, bows and arrows and shouted respectfully at the bravest Subotai.

The bonfire was swaying, and in the tents with original roofs, the women took off their fur coats and walked into the firelight to reward the warriors in the tribe in the most primitive way.

Subotai pointed out dozens or hundreds of figures, and used his machete to indicate to them that they could enjoy these women as they pleased, so that they could add strong men to the tribe next summer.

The night wind came and blew through this huge tribe. He was on horseback, watching the warriors carrying the women of their choice into the tent. He turned back and looked at the thousands of troops in front of him.

"Xirong will no longer exist. From now on, the grassland people here and even in the future will have only one name: Mongolia!"

His eyes looked to the west with a wolf-like ferocity.

"The only thing left in this grassland is the Luotang tribe in the west. I heard that their commander Wan Qi is a brave man. Let's give him a chance to see who is the real master of this grassland!"

The tip of the knife in his hand swept across the group of cavalry in front of him.

"Now, I'll call the names out of the queue."

One, two...four...ten...hundreds...thousands of war horses carrying the prairie cavalry whose names were called by Subutai slowly came out of the queue and came to the front to line up.

"You are all the fiercest warriors during this period, and you are also the most loyal people I have carefully selected."

Subotai raised his face, and the flickering firelight swept across his face. He urged his horse to approach the cavalry arrayed in front. In the sight of the surrounding prairie cavalry, the gem-encrusted scimitar in his hand passed in front of him. The top of a person's head.

It wasn't until the last person that he finally spoke.

"Qie Xue..." He opened his mouth, and after a long time, he repeated: "Qie Xue Jun!"

……

At a certain moment, the scimitar swung into the air.

"From now on, you will be called Qie Xue Jun, the bodyguard of Genghis Khan, and the sharpest minions in the hands of the Emperor of Xia!"

The blade slashed down, "And the scimitar in your hands will start from the Luoting tribe...unify the grassland!"

Soon after, the iron hooves writhed in the night, rushed out of the huge camp again, and flew across the grassland in the night.

The night turned pale with the eastern sky, and a bloody storm broke out the moment the morning sun reached the western grassland.

Countless war horses galloped through the cold winter wind, and herds of horses came and went in groups. Subotai's orders, the dancing scimitars, and the figures of the Luoting tribe died and escaped under the blades.

The flames burned, and the black smoke rushed into the sky like a long dragon.

Fighting, competition, annexation, and conscription are constantly happening in the western grasslands.

The Xirong grassland cavalry who once fell from the altar was finally reborn from blood at this moment, and had a new name: Mongolian cavalry.

When Tie Fo received the news, he led his troops back to the western grasslands from Tiele City. What greeted him was the Mongolian cavalry who had just experienced fighting again and again.

Subotai was wearing a large cloak and holding a scimitar, pointing forward at the Luoti tribe cavalry and the iron Buddha leading them.

"Surrender, or continue to fight?"

"The Emperor of Xia Kingdom, broke his promise..."

The war horse stepped on its hooves and circled in circles. The Iron Buddha held the reins and looked at the murderous prairie cavalry ahead. He could not see that the Emperor of Xia's personal expedition to the Western Regions this time was not only to take the Western Regions into his hands, but also to He also set his sights on his western grasslands.

"Surrender or kill?"

Subotai did not answer, but simply repeated. After he finished speaking, the newly formed Qixue Army behind him, nearly two thousand people, slowly came out. These were all elite cavalry he carefully selected and crawled out from the corpses.

Not only are each of them skilled in riding and shooting, they can also wield two scimitars on horseback at the same time. At the moment when the horses are lined up, they wear iron helmets, face covered with iron, holding swords and flowers on the horseback, exuding a ferocious look. The murderous aura was enough to make the cavalrymen on the opposite side tremble with fear.

Subotai lowered his eyes, obviously not wanting to wait for the other party's answer, he slowly raised his arm and hooked his fingers in the air twice.

"kill!"

he said softly.

The black mass of Mongolian cavalry behind them was like a tide slowly flowing on the ground, and the densely packed horseshoes set off thunder on the ground.

(End of this chapter)