The Golden Family, rising from the Western Regions

Chapter 50 Zhelan Cavalry
"By the way, how is your brother?"

Li Xiao thought again of the girl’s brother, the seriously injured teenager who was rescued from the cellar.

He is about the same age as me, just a little thinner.

If he hadn't seen this girl, Li Xiao would have almost forgotten about him, mainly because he had too many things going on in the past few days.

“Not so good~”

Erya shook her head slightly, her face full of worry when she thought of her brother who was still unconscious and had a high fever.

"My elders have treated my brother's injuries, but he still faints from time to time." Erya said sadly.

Apart from her sister who married far away, her brother is her only relative left.

She doesn't want to lose her brother.
But the boy's injuries were too serious!
"Take me to see him!" Li Xiao said.

Because of the frequent battles in the northern border, herders are often injured, so they are no strangers in dealing with external injuries!

Li Xiao believed that the elders of the Wei family could treat the wound of the girl’s brother.

But the problem is that we can’t deal with the infection!
"My home is over there~" The girl nodded slightly and pointed to a tent in the distance.

That's where she and her brother live now.

There are not enough houses in Hexi Fort, so the people from Sanhe Fort and Houzhai can only live in tents temporarily.

After entering, Li Xiao found that it was really simple inside. Apart from some daily necessities brought back from Sanhe Fort, there was a bed covered with a sheepskin mattress.

A young boy was lying on it.

He was about the same age as Li Xiao, thin and haggard, obviously suffering from severe injuries.

Li Xiao walked up and touched his forehead, it was still very hot!

Although the dead flesh in the wound has been cleaned, the inflammation in the body has not disappeared.

"What's his name?"

Li Xiao lifted the boy's clothes on his chest and observed his wound again.

"My brother's name is Wei Xuan~" Erya said.

Li Xiao suddenly found it interesting and looked at the girl with a funny look: "Your brother's name is quite elegant~"

Although he was praising his brother on the surface, the girl felt that this guy was actually making fun of her.

Saying your own name is rustic!

Okay~
She herself admitted that the name Erya was indeed not very elegant.

After all, the Han people in the northern border are all a bunch of rough people, and there are basically no literati and scholars.

The name Wei Xuan was given to her by her grandfather when he went to Xixia on business and hired a local teacher who spent a lot of money to give her the name.

Girls naturally don't receive this kind of treatment.

Facing Li Xiao's half-smile, the girl's eyes slowly widened. She stared at Li Xiao and said angrily, "Don't laugh!"

"Why can't I laugh?" Li Xiao asked with a chuckle.

"You~you, you are not allowed to laugh anyway!"

The girl said this in an angry manner, which was very cute.

Only then did she realize how bad this guy was.
Li Xiao shook his head gently: "Okay, I won't laugh anymore~"

"However, if you want to choose a nicer name, I can help you."

"Li Xiao, I named it myself!"

Listening to Li Xiao's words, Erya pursed her lips and muttered, "I don't want it!"

"Let's go check on your brother first~ He's seriously injured~"

Li Xiao smiled lightly and stopped teasing the girl. Instead, he looked at the boy on the sheepskin.

There are not many Han people in Western Liao. For Li Xiao, every Han person is a help, let alone a teenager.

"The wound was treated well. It seems that this is done by an experienced doctor." Li Xiao said softly.

Erya nodded gently: "Yes, it was my fifth grandfather who treated him. In our Sanhe Fort, anyone who suffered an external injury would seek treatment from him."

"But your fifth grandfather can only deal with the rotten flesh outside the wound, but he can't clean out the inside of the wound." Li Xiao said.

"This is also the reason why your brother has a high fever."

"What should I do?"

When Erya heard what Li Xiao said, she immediately panicked.

Thinking that my brother might die, all my thoughts suddenly disappeared, leaving only grief and anxiety.

He looked at Li Xiao with hazy and moist eyes.

"It's hard to say, but he may not die~" Li Xiao shook his head slightly.

Second Uncle's injury was more serious than Wei Xuan's and lasted longer.

But in the past two days, after swallowing large amounts of allicin, the situation seems to have improved.

He was already awake this morning and talked for a while before falling asleep again.

This proves that the allicin produced by Li Xiao is successful and has certain bactericidal and anti-inflammatory effects.

Li Xiao planned to give Wei Xuan allicin as well.

"Really? You can really cure my brother?"

After hearing what Li Xiao said, the girl's face was suddenly filled with hope and the tears in her eyes stopped abruptly.

"Try it~"

"But we need to prepare some things first!" Li Xiao said softly, without saying too much.

In the evening, Li Xiao came over again with a small cloth bag in his hand!

"Go boil a bowl of warm water." Li Xiao said to Erya.

Soon, half of the yellow powder was poured out from the cloth bag, added into warm water, and given to Wei Xuan to take.

Then he handed the bag to Erya and said, "After an hour, feed him this half bag as well."

Although she didn't know what this thing was, Erya subconsciously chose to believe Li Xiao.

After all, he was the one who rescued the people from Sanhe Fort, so there was no reason for him to harm them. "Okay~"

Erya held the cloth bag tightly in her hand, followed Li Xiao out of the tent, and watched him mount his horse.

"I'll come again tomorrow!" After saying that, Li Xiao turned around and left.

The girl stood outside the tent, her eyes fixed on Li Xiao. She watched Li Xiao's back disappear before slowly turning around.

In the next few days, Hexi Fort was calm!

The news that the Four Forts coalition had wiped out the Aslan tribe quickly spread throughout Jinzhou.

When the many Han strongholds heard the news, they were all excited.

No one expected that the Aslan tribe, one of the three powerful Jinzhou Karluk tribes, would be completely wiped out in this way.

Just unbelievable.

Not only the Han people in Jiubao and Shibazhai, but also the Qarluk tribes and other nomadic tribes in Jinzhou were all shocked by the news.

It was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly making those who were originally a little shaken become determined in their hearts.

It turns out that the Karluk people were not as powerful as imagined.

The Battle of Beishan might just be a coincidence~
As a result, the resistance of the Jinzhou fortresses and nomadic tribes suddenly became stubborn, and no one mentioned surrendering to the Karluk people anymore.

Over the next few days, the Karluk offensive made no progress.

After all, even the Qarlugs themselves were in doubt. Could they still win this uprising?

It can be said that the destruction of the Aslan tribe had a huge impact on the entire war situation.

For the next period of time, the situation in Golden State fell into a strange balance, and no news came out.

Until this day, a group of nomadic cavalry suddenly appeared in the southwest of Tazhai.

"Master, we have arrived in Jinzhou~"

"There's a Han Chinese tribe ahead!"

On a high slope, a group of nomadic men were standing there looking into the distance.

Two scouts quickly rushed up to them and respectfully reported the results of their investigation to the scarred man in the middle.

"A Han tribe?"

The scarred man chuckled and shook his head.

It seems as if he looks down on the Han people.

"It's indeed the Han style. They even built a circle of earth wall to surround themselves." A young man next to him laughed.

Then, a strong man's voice rang out: "That only shows that the Han people are as timid as mice. When they encounter the enemy, they will only hide and dare not rush forward to draw their swords and fight."

"That's right, the Han people are just a bunch of rats on the grassland!"

"Hahaha~"

"If the Han people dared to fight the Karluks, there would be no need for the governor to send our Zhelan tribe all the way here to suppress the rebellion~"

A group of people ridiculed the Han people unscrupulously and did not take them seriously at all.

After all, the Han people are famous for their tolerance, and peace is the most important thing in everything!

But among the nomadic people who believe in the law of the jungle, the so-called harmony is nothing but a synonym for weakness!

"This Han tribe looks quite wealthy, with so many cattle and sheep." A strong man from the Zhelan tribe suddenly said.

Then he turned to look at the scarred man, who was the chief of the Zhelan tribe, Nierdu!

"Chief, the Khitans recruited us to fight the Qarluk people, but gave us nothing. We had to rely on ourselves for supplies."

"During the journey, the brothers have only eaten dried meat. They all want to eat some fresh mutton."

This time, the Zhelan tribe was required to travel light and their supplies could only rely on the dried meat, grains and mare's milk they brought with them.

I originally wanted to rob the cattle and sheep of the Karluk people, but now I see that the cattle and sheep of the Han people are the same.

"We robbed the Karluk people's sheep, and we robbed the Han people's sheep, too. There's no difference!"

"Clan leader, do it!"

"Brothers want to eat sheep!"

"It would be best if we could conquer this Han tribe, snatch all the women from it, enjoy ourselves for a few days, and then go and fight the Karluks."

"That's right. We came to help the Han people fight the Karluks. Let them bleed a little, and it's only right that we be rewarded."

The cavalrymen of the Zhelan tribe discussed the idea excitedly and felt that it was a good idea.

Let’s rob this Han tribe first!
However, Chief Neil did not act blindly, but looked at his slave, who was going to explore the way, and asked.

"How many people are there in this Han tribe?"

The slave thought for a moment and replied, "Including women and children, there are probably more than 800 people."

Eight hundred people, no more, no less, is the size of an ordinary nomadic tribe.

However, the Zhelan tribe was a large tribe under the Yinshan Military Governor's Office.

For this expedition alone, five hundred cavalrymen were dispatched!

"Xierda~"

Nerdu turned to look at his son.

As he grew older, he felt increasingly incapable and began to prepare to train his son to take over.

And Xierda is the most outstanding one among all his sons!
"Are you confident in taking down this Han tribe?"

Upon hearing his father's words, the young Xierda's face immediately showed excitement.

"Yes~"

"Father, please give me two hundred men. I must take down this Han tribe before sunset."

Looking at his son who was as young as a tiger, Neil nodded with satisfaction.

"Go!"

(End of this chapter)