The Golden Family, rising from the Western Regions

Chapter 61 The End of the Barbarian Tribe
Not long after, the Dongdu army broke camp and set off, and Li Xiao also rode out of the camp on horseback.

"The castle lord has come out."

"Castle Lord, are you okay?"

"Brother Dalong, the Khitans didn't do anything to you, did they?"

After seeing Li Xiao, the one hundred Hexi cavalrymen outside the camp surrounded him instantly, protected Li Xiao in the middle, and started asking questions in a flurry.

Li Xiao was somewhat touched by these considerations and laughed, "What can I possibly do?"

"The Khitans dare not do anything to me."

"Let's go and talk about it when we get back."

Soon, Li Xiao led a hundred Hexi cavalrymen and galloped towards Tazhai.

After returning, Li Xiao immediately called Qin Kaishan and others over to convene the highest military meeting of the Seven Forts.

"Xiao Simo is not a simple person. He is scheming, very strong, and extremely ambitious."

"In addition to the 15,000 cavalry from Yinshan and Beihai, Xiao Simo also summoned 5,000 soldiers from the desert, who are also on their way."

Li Xiao briefly introduced Xiao Simo and other information obtained from the big tent.

Hearing this, Qin Kaishan and others' faces became serious.

"Twenty thousand troops?"

"The total number of Han people in Jinzhou is only this many!"

"Is Xiao Simo really going to attack the Naimans?"

"If we go to war with the Naimans, our Jinzhou will be in trouble."

Qin Kaishan and others said this with concern.

Li Xiao shook his head slightly: "This battle is inevitable, and none of us can stop it."

Although there were irreconcilable contradictions between Naiman and Western Liao, there were rarely any direct wars between the two sides in history.

But now, because of the appearance of Li Xiao, the Aslan tribe was eliminated and the situation in Jinzhou was brought under control.

Xiao Simo's Dongdu Army will not be dragged into the quagmire of war in Jinzhou and unable to extricate itself.

He was absolutely sure that he could eliminate the Qarlugs and then lead his army straight towards the Naimans.

This is a war that should not exist in history.

But it's about to happen.

This made Li Xiao doubt that future developments might deviate from the historical trajectory.

For example, will Xiao Simo succeed in his rebellion?

"What should we do?" Luo Ping asked with a frown.

Li Xiao snorted and laughed: "What else can we do? Do we have any choice?"

"Xiao Simo's 20,000-strong army is in Jinzhou. Are we still trying to play it safe, or are we wavering?"

After these words were spoken, everyone sighed helplessly.

In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy or trick is nonsense.

"Get ready, we'll break camp in the afternoon and follow the Eastern Capital Army to fight against the Karluks." Li Xiao said.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded and left.

This time, the Dongdu Army will attack the Moman and Qibi tribes at the same time.

Li Xiao's task was to assist in attacking the Moman tribe in Wuya Village.

But at this time, the Karluk people of the Moman tribe had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter and were still immersed in their yearning for a better life in the future.

"Wuguli, the flock of sheep over there is about to get lost, be careful." An old herdsman waved his whip and shouted loudly to a young Karluk man in the distance.

The young man named Wuguli laughed nonchalantly, turned around on his horse and whipped it.

He directly scolded: "You lowly Han people, you are too slow."

"Go and get those sheep back. If you lose even one, I'll chop off your legs."

The whip made of sheepskin was very tough. It would leave a bloody mark on the person's body the moment it hit him. The two Han people beside him were dressed in rags.

His body was covered with wounds and after being whipped, he gritted his teeth, hid the hatred in his heart, and hurried to chase the flock of sheep.

To prevent them from escaping, the Qarlugs did not allow them to ride horses at all.

"Haha, these Han people run so slowly, not even as fast as my dog."

Looking at the backs of the two Han slaves, the Qarluk man named Wuguli snorted lightly, his face full of disdain.

The old herdsman chuckled and warned, "Don't kill him, or you won't be able to take care of your sheep."

This is the rule of the grassland. Who made these Han people lose the battle and become slaves of the Moman tribe?
The old shepherd didn't care about it and turned around to take care of his flock.

"It would be nice if the days ahead could be like this."

Originally, he was just an ordinary herdsman who relied on a dozen sheep to support a large family, and his life was very difficult.

However, unexpectedly, after defeating the Jinzhou army and capturing Wuya Village, the Moman tribe suddenly became rich.

Even the old herdsmen were given dozens of sheep.

Life suddenly became richer and I was smiling every day.

"Uncle Neerlun, do you think we can win?" A young Qarluk boy came over and asked worriedly.

The old herdsman looked towards the horizon with cloudy eyes and chuckled, "Don't worry, Yehu has already sent people to the Naiman tribe for help."

"Even if the Dongdu Army arrives, we will be fine."

The Naimans were the ones behind the Karluks.

Since the Aslan tribe was destroyed, the offensives of the Moman and Qibi tribes were also successively thwarted.

So the chiefs of the two tribes decided that they might not be able to integrate the Jinzhou Han people on their own and then fight against the Dongdu army.

They can only seek help from their financial backers, the Naimans.

"Don't worry, little Luoga. The Naimans are probably already stationed at the Altai Mountain Pass."

"If the Dongdu army dares to come, we will join the Naimans and teach those Khitans a lesson." Wuguli rode up to the two men and laughed heartily. "If we defeat the Dongdu army, the entire northern border will open its doors to us."

Wuguli was very confident and had high expectations for the Naiman people.

This is mainly because the chief of the Moman tribe, in order to avoid the fear of his people, constantly brainwashed them and promoted the theory that victory in the war is inevitable.

Young people like Wuguli believed it to be true.

"But even if we defeat the Khitans, aren't there still the Naimans?"

"When will we, the Qarlug people, be able to truly rebuild the Khanate?" Little Loga wondered.

After the Khitans left, the Naimans began to oppress them again. Why was the fate of the Karluk people so tragic?
"Don't think too much. These are just tests on the road to rebuilding the Qarluk Khanate. We will definitely succeed." The old herdsman said to little Lodo with a smile.

But in the next second, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his expression began to become a little confused.

I seemed to hear a low roar in my ears. I looked up at the sky and saw it was cloudless and covered with red clouds.

"I'm getting old, and my ears are starting to go deaf."

The old herdsman chuckled and shook his head. He thought he was hallucinating.

But soon, the flock of sheep beside him seemed to sense something and kept howling.

Thousands of cattle and sheep were restless and frightened, fleeing in all directions, and the old herdsmen and their companions were unable to control them at all.

But he didn't have the heart to care about the flock of sheep. At this time, he finally realized that he was not hallucinating, but that something real had happened.

"There are enemies!"

The old herdsman shouted in horror.

He quickly jumped onto the horse, and a pair of black hands as white as tree bark tightly grasped a bow and arrow like pliers.

The Karluk people who grew up on the grassland were all too familiar with this situation. It was the sound of a huge herd of horses galloping.

The surrounding Karluk people quickly moved closer to the old herdsmen.

"Where does this large group of cavalry come from?" Wuguli said in surprise.

Others were also puzzled: "Judging from the sound, there must be more than thousands of people. It's impossible for Jinzhou to have so many cavalry troops."

"Could it be the Dongdu Army?"

The old herdsman's wrinkled face became extremely serious.

Looking at the direction where the sound came from, he said in a deep voice: "We are in trouble."

"Go back quickly."

They didn't dare to delay and didn't even care about the sheep outside. All the Qarlugs couldn't wait to run into Wuya Village.

Moreover, having learned from the lesson of the night attack on Sanhe Fort, all the members of the Moman tribe crowded into Wuya Village.

No one dared to set up tents outside the village anymore.

At this time, all the Karluks in Wuya Village were alarmed. They all picked up their weapons and came behind the trench.

They all had tense and solemn expressions, staring in the direction where the sound came from in the distance.

As the roar grew louder, they finally saw the shadow of the army.

His face was filled with disbelief, and the old herdsman's dry lips finally erupted into a roar: "It's the Khitans, the Dongdu Army is here."

At this moment, the entire Moman tribe fell into panic.

The Naiman reinforcements they were expecting did not arrive, but the Dongdu Army came instead.

The boundless army was like a dark cloud, directly surrounding the small Wuya Village.

Under the powerful military force, the Karluk people of Wuya Village were like a small boat in the wind and rain.

It can collapse at any moment.

"Damn it! I told you long ago that we should leave Jinzhou as soon as possible and join the Naimans."

"You said that long ago. You said the Dongdu Army wouldn't come so soon."

"It's obvious that you can't bear to leave the Han people's cattle, sheep, and women behind, and you want to capture another Han stronghold before leaving."

"Okay, what's the use of talking about this now?"

"Hurry up and send someone to ask the Naimans for help."

"That's right. It won't be that easy for the Khitans to break into the village. We can definitely hold out until the Naimans arrive."

With the arrival of the Dongdu Army, the people of the Moman tribe were in a panic, quarreling, blaming each other, and in chaos.

In fact, when they just discovered the arrival of the Dongdu Army, the people of the Moman tribe still had a chance to escape.

But most people are reluctant to give up their cattle, sheep and wealth.

They also believed that the Naiman people would come to rescue them, so they tacitly did not leave, but chose to defend the village.

On the other side, Xiao Simo, wearing a big coat, stood on a high slope, looking at the outline of Wuya Village from afar.

He shook his head slightly and said, "These Han people are troublesome. When they were in the Central Plains, they loved to build walls. Now, when they came to the grasslands, they also built so many walls and trenches."

A nearby Khitan general laughed upon hearing this and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. The Han people have always been so timid!"

The Khitans ruled the Han people in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun for hundreds of years, and deep down they still felt a great sense of superiority over the Han people.

"My king, let's fight~"

"My lord, let my men go. We will definitely capture this village before dark."

"My king, I'm here~"

The Khitan generals all requested to fight, but Xiao Simo shook his head: "We Khitan warriors are eagles on the grasslands. We should fight without restraint."

"Let's leave this kind of siege and capture of strongholds to others!"

As he spoke, Xiao Simo looked at his personal guards and said, "Pass the order."

"The Jinzhou Han tribe, along with the Wulijian, Khalat, Hechila and other tribes, jointly attacked Wuya Village."

"Before dark, I want to see the leader of the Moman tribe kneeling before me."

(End of this chapter)