Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 273 Leshi Wuhuan 3

In the past few days, Jia Cong, with the cooperation of the Jurchen tribes who were familiar with the terrain, divided his troops into three groups and swept across the Horqin grassland. Wherever the soldiers pointed, the Tatars were defeated, leaving behind a large number of old and young women, children, cattle, sheep and horses.

There are more than a dozen small tribes under the Barhu tribe, and most of the men in their prime have been deducted by Lakshen. Now they are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, trembling on the prairie.

Today, two more small tribes were crushed. Jia Cong was full of ambition. He looked around at the large group of people and livestock that had been escorted. While calculating what he had gained in recent days, he sent hundreds of people to escort them back to the guard.

"Father-in-law, is this harvest comparable to what you have worked for for ten years?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

Wanyan Tong smiled from ear to ear, gave a thumbs up, and said: "Brother Cong, you are still smart. You destroyed the Baerhu tribe without much effort and gave us a bad breath."

"Leitai, it's still the old rule, men who are taller than the wheel will be killed!" Jia Cong turned around and said.

"Yes!" This time Lei Tai finally got the chance to go on an expedition and led the trapped camp to be the executioner.

Jia Cong and others showed no mercy in killing these Tatars who liked to massacre cities and annihilate their clans. The so-called old men and children are just former or future Tatars.

Not to mention Wanyan Tong and other Jurchens, according to their plan, the old women should also be killed. They can't fight or have children, so why keep them?

It was Jia Cong who had a kind heart and said, "Old women can still do the work of grazing, washing, feeding horses, and making dry food, and it can be considered half a labor force." Only then did they save their lives.

"Father-in-law, after we killed so many of them, will these women and children cause chaos after being captured?" Jia Cong was always a little worried. This time, the prisoners were not 1,800, but tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.

Wanyan Tong smiled and said: "You can rest assured about this. On the grassland, if someone doesn't kill me or you, I will kill you. How can you hold grudges on the battlefield? According to the rules of the grassland for thousands of years, whoever wins the battle will be the new master. , I have never heard of the revenge of captured women and children.”

Jia Cong felt relieved now. If the soldiers were killed by the Tatar wives issued to them, it would be his own fault.

Wanyangu said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, you are worrying too much. I can live a good life like you Han people. These women and children are grateful to you. How can you have second thoughts? No matter what, Han soldiers are better than rough Tatars?"

"That's true." Jia Cong said with a smile. In terms of living conditions and population quality, the people in Wei Nei are much better than the Tatars in the grassland.

Suddenly I heard an eagle chirping from the sky, and a sea turtle fell from the sky and landed on the arm of a certain Jurchen from Shan'a tribe.

"Your Majesty, the clan leader has sent a letter saying that the Imperial Court has sent an imperial envoy to Liaohaiwei and wants you and His Highness to return immediately."

Jia Cong nodded, thinking it was almost time, so he said, "Brother Chi, how about we go back?"

Sun Chi said lazily: "Go back, I'm not very motivated this time. I haven't even fought a decent battle."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "It's always a bad battle. Wouldn't it be better to fight a lighter battle and kill less people? Father-in-law, the Barhu tribe has almost eaten?"

Wanyan Tong took out a simple map, looked at it, and said with a smile: "A total of 16 small tribes in the Barhu tribe have been cleaned up. Fortunately, we acted quickly. In the future, other Tatar tribes on the grassland will get wind of it and will definitely come. Take advantage of this."

Jia Cong waved his hand: "Come back now!"

Everyone agreed in unison.

Jia Cong walked more than ten feet, suddenly reined in his horse, turned his head and said, "Brother Chi, I always feel that I have forgotten something."

"What's the matter?" Sun Chi asked.

"You said that the ancient generals went on expeditions to the barbarians, won a great victory, and then left without saying a word? How can the historian write about it without saying anything?" Jia Cong pinched his chin and said.

Sun Chi rolled his eyes, pointed at the captives and animals scattered all over the mountains and plains, and said: "You are still shouting at me, but you have already removed the Barhu tribe from the tribe."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about whether there are any procedures that we haven't completed yet? I heard that when the ancients went on an expedition, they would leave something behind after winning a battle, for fear that they would default on their debts. Even Sun Monkey knows that in Tathagata If a Buddha writes on his hand, are we worse than a monkey?"

Sun Chi said: "Are you talking about strangling Shi Yanran and sealing the wolf to Xu?"

Jia Cong said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, how can you do this? I came out at the risk of beheading, so I have to give him a head, otherwise it will be in vain."

Sun Chi curled his lips and said: "This is the highest honor of a military commander. You can do it if you want? You don't have to make anyone laugh."

Jia Cong said anxiously: "Don't we have great achievements? This wave also killed tens of thousands of Tatars and wiped out a large tribe. Who has achieved such results since the founding of the country? Brother Chi, how dare you underestimate His Majesty's martial arts , I will definitely join you."

"Okay, okay, you're awesome. You can do whatever you want." Sun Chi rolled his eyes.

"How to do it? Do you know?" Jia Cong secretly regretted not bringing out a few cultural people.

Lei Tai, Zhang Yuanba, Yan Shuangying and others all shook their heads in confusion. Sun Chi held his forehead in front of a group of straw bags and sighed: "To engrave stone Yanran on the mountain is to mark the merits, to seal the wolf Juxu is to build an altar on the mountain to offer sacrifices to heaven to achieve success."

Jia Cong said: "Well, let's forget about sealing the wolf as Xu. We have to set up a stage and write a memorial. It's troublesome. Just make a stone to mark the merits."

He looked at the mountains in the distance and said, "What kind of mountain is that?"

Wanyan Gu replied: "Wuhuan Mountain."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "It sounds like a famous mountain, so I decided to Leshi Wuhuan."

Sun Chi sneered and said: "You are so shameless. When Cao Mengde went to Wuhuan in the north, he didn't even lay stones on this mountain. How dare you lay stones?"

Jia Cong said proudly: "Only a man can do what others cannot do." After saying this, he ordered someone to carry a stone over.

"Aren't you going to stone Wuhuan? What are you doing with a stone?"

Jia Cong said: "If you carve it here, you can just order people to carry the stone to the mountain."

"You have to be lazy." Sun Chi was stunned.

"This is wisdom." After saying this, Jia Cong took out a dagger from his boot, gestured twice and then stopped.

"What did the ancients carve on Shi Yanran back then?"

"How do I know? You can just engrave a few words and no one will look at you." Sun Chi rolled his eyes.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Would you like me to engrave you on it?"

Sun Chi rolled his eyes, and it sounded good. It was rare in ancient history to record merits from a stone. He was busy and solemn and said: "You and I will live and die together, and we will share weal and woe. Even if we make future generations laugh, I will stay with you till the end. You will always be there for me." stop."

cut! Jia Cong gave him a look of contempt, picked up the dagger and carved two lines of words.

This dagger was a gift from the female bandit Yang Siniang that day. Seeing that it was extremely sharp, Jia Cong often took it with him. When the sharp blade passed by, stone chips fell, leaving deep marks. Afraid that it would not be preserved for a long time, Jia Cong repeated the description several times, thinking that it would be fine to preserve it for hundreds of years.

I saw crooked carvings on the stone:

In the autumn of the ninth year of Xifeng, the tenth prince Chi and Liaohaiwei garrison Cong led their troops to sweep through the Horqin grassland, wipe out the Tatar Barhu tribe, beheaded and captured countless people, and then killed Shi Wuhuan and returned after recording their merits.

The more Sun Chi looked at it, the more wrong he became, and he almost vomited a mouthful of old blood. It turns out that Jia Cong actually wrote several wrong words in these few sentences.

"You bastard! You wrote my name wrong, as well as Wei, Bei, Ta, and Huo. It would be strange if people didn't laugh to death after seeing it." Sun Chi said angrily.

Jia Cong smiled dryly and said, "I'm rusty after not writing for a long time." It turned out that the traditional Chinese characters of these characters were very complicated. Fan Ming and others usually wrote them, so he couldn't remember them.

"Rewrite!"

Jia Cong followed Shan Ruliu and put a big cross next to these two rows of words and engraved: Wrong writing, look at the other side.

"You, you..." Sun Chi's blood rushed to his head and he pointed at him tremblingly, too angry to say a word.

"What are you doing? You can do it. Here, there is room here, lest you blame me for writing typos again." Jia Cong glared at him and put the dagger into Sun Chi's hand.

"You want to die for a stone?"

"There are so many stones on the grassland. Let's make do with it. Hurry up and stop the ink marks. The imperial envoy at home is still waiting."

Sun Chi held back his anger and ran to the other side to carve it again, cursing: "I was killed by you, and future generations may make fun of me when they see it."

Jia Cong put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile: "A man controls the world, takes everything he wants, why should he be afraid of people laughing?"

Sun Chi smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking at this "outstanding" merit-recording stone, he shed tears and returned.

(End of this chapter)