Chapter 63 Beautiful Scenery of the North

Chapter 63 Beautiful Scenery of the North

Chapter 63 Beautiful Scenery of the North

Ten days later, it is the beginning of spring.

In early spring, the grassland revives, the cold wind retreats, and the breeze becomes warm.

But the weather is still cold, and the snow on the ground has melted a little, revealing the mud underneath the snow.

Dewdrops were glistening on the tips of the tender green grass, and as the breeze blew by, the fragrance of the soil that had been covered for so long suddenly wafted out.

However, a sudden sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility of the grassland.
A hundred or so cavalrymen seemed insignificant on the vast grassland.

Just a tiny black dot, but their momentum is still extraordinary.

The war horses were kicking their hooves wildly on the grassland, hitting the ground again and again.

Their figures quickly swept across the grassland, leaving behind a series of deep hoof prints and flying dust.

"We'll soon reach Baiyan Well. Let's take a rest in front."

The team of more than 100 people is clearly organized.

The dozen or so people leading in front were wearing iron armor, had dark complexions, long beards, and looked like grassland people.

As for the eighty or ninety people who followed,
They were wearing leather armor, and although their faces were clean and tidy, they had some dark, cracked marks.

The leader among these people was a young man under 20 years old.
He had a gloomy and arrogant look on his face, and he looked back and forth at the dozen or so people with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Finally, he snorted coldly, his voice arrogant, and shouted:
"Where are you taking us?" The young man held a machete in his hand, his face full of anger.

He stared at the person in front of him, as if he was ready to fight if they disagreed.

The dozen or so cavalrymen looked at each other helplessly, tightened the reins, and stopped little by little.

The leader was a man in his thirties, with a burly build, a rough face and a deep voice.

He put on a smile and looked at the young man:

"Your Highness Arsleng, we are here to take you to the royal court to see the Khan."

The young man didn't care and still drew out his long sword. He stared at the dozen people present with a gloomy face, snorted lightly, and said in a cold voice:
"Aluhan, you are lying, we have been here before!"

When he said this, the soldiers behind him widened their eyes.

He quickly drew out the long knife from his waist, looked around vigilantly, and protected the young man firmly in the center.

The big man named Aluhan froze, with an embarrassed look on his face.

Looking around, he sensed the murderous aura of Ling Lu around him, so he smiled awkwardly and spoke quickly:
"His Highness Arsleng is indeed a young hero.

Yes, we were here an hour ago."

Before he could finish, the young man opposite him suddenly showed a fierce look.

The murderous intent in his eyes was no longer concealed, and he swung the long sword in his hand vigorously:
"Humph, I knew you had evil intentions!!
Our grassland was destroyed by people like you who harbored evil intentions, which gave the Ming people an opportunity to take it down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers behind him rushed out without hesitation, and surrounded the dozen people in an instant! !
A trace of panic flashed across Aluhan's face, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
He had experienced the fighting power of these Naimans.
When they first encountered them, they easily captured more than ten of them.

Feeling the murderous intent gathering around him, Aluhan's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said with a trembling voice:

"Your Highness Arsleng, please listen to my explanation."

"Humph, what else is there to explain? I think you are just like that Ming person, plotting something bad!"

The young man held a long knife in his hand, his face full of arrogance.

A noble aura came towards him, and it made Aluhan's breathing slow.
He had only felt this kind of momentum from the various taijis.

"I will not lie to you, Your Highness. Now the Ming people are eyeing us covetously.
The location of the royal court cannot be easily exposed, and I have no choice but to take His Highness around in circles."

Hearing this, the young man looked disdainful, looked into the distance, and snorted coldly:
"Sweet talk is just a tip-off. Do you think we are blind?"

Aluhan was shocked. He didn't expect that his actions had been discovered long ago.

Cold sweat ran down his forehead, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the long knife in his hand, staring at the people surrounding him cautiously.
"Please be patient, Your Highness. I just feel that my status is too low to welcome Your Highness.

So I sent a message to the tribesmen, asking them to send someone to welcome him."

The young man's face became increasingly gloomy, and his eyes were like an eagle's, staring at Aluhan.

Just when Aluhan thought these people were going to kill him,
The young man suddenly opened his mouth and laughed wildly:
“Hahahahahaha, you guys have also learned to beat around the bush like that Ming man. No wonder you were beaten by them and had to flee everywhere.”

The young man waved his hand lightly and said loudly:

"Put away the knife. Since he has already informed us, we will wait here.

I want to see who is coming to greet me!"

The next moment, the sound of the long sword and the scabbard rubbing against each other was heard.

There was a fat man with a fierce look in the encirclement team.
His face was dark at this moment. Seeing how frightened they were, he sneered:
"Are you spies from the periphery? Is that all you have the guts to do?
There was a very powerful guy among the Ming people, who led his cavalry to rob and kill us wantonly in the border areas of the Ming Dynasty.

But they defeated us because of their superior numbers.
If we had the same horses and soldiers, we would not be defeated."

Hearing this, the veins on the young man's forehead jumped, and he pulled out his long knife and pointed it at the black fat man:
"Black Hawk! Don't talk to him anymore."

Hearing this, Aluhan looked strange and said to himself silently:
"If you lose, you lose. Why are you so proud of yourself?
Among these people, only Arisleng was somewhat smart, the others were all stupid, no wonder more than a thousand people were killed and only less than a hundred were left. "

Although Aluhan was muttering in his heart, he still smiled awkwardly and nodded repeatedly:

"Since Your Highness wants to wait here, then we will not move forward and just wait here quietly."

After saying this, he waved his hand gently and said, "Rest where you are, take out all the remaining food and present it to His Highness."

For a moment, those people from the Northern Yuan Dynasty showed a trace of reluctance on their faces.
But under Aluhan's watchful eye, he still took out the remaining food.
Some dry biscuits and dried meat.

As soon as this thing appeared, they immediately felt that the eyes of the people around them changed.
Like a hungry wolf roaming on the grassland, with a ferocious look on his face.

Seeing their eyes fixed on the food, Aluhan sneered in his heart.
"It looks like he's starving."

At the same time, he relaxed a little.
On the grassland, he had seen too many people starving to death.
Their attitude towards food is exactly the same as that of the Naiman people in front of them.

You can’t fake real hunger.

After the food was handed over, the fat man slowly came over with a piece of dried meat.
He squatted down beside the young man, handed him the dried meat, and said quietly:
"Brother Yun'er, they must be scouts from the outer reaches of the Northern Yuan Dynasty. They don't have much dry food with them.
There were only two pots of water, so Yuan Ting should be nearby.
I even suspect that they started from Yuanting."

Lu Yunyi took the dried meat, twisted his palm to make it soft, and said softly:

"Finally I found him. Two days of starvation were not in vain."

A look of relief also flashed in Liu Heiying's eyes.

After arriving at the heart of Buir Lake, in order to make the fake look real,

The group lost their food and supplies and starved for two days.
The hard meat in Lu Yunyi's hand became a delicacy. Liu Heiying fixed his eyes on the meat, his throat moving.

Lu Yunyi smiled softly, broke off a piece and handed it over: "Want some?"

Liu Heiying quickly shook his head, his eyes rolled around, and he looked back with a look of panic on his face.
But he was met with a series of eyes, and he immediately straightened his neck and said loudly:

"Thank you, Your Highness. I am not hungry. Please eat."

Not far away, Aluhan felt relieved after seeing this scene. Only the people of the grassland could be so loyal!
He glanced around, met those wolf-like eyes, and said with a smile:
"Friends who have come from afar, when we return to the royal court, Aluhan will treat you to the best lamb!"

The next moment, he seemed to hear the sound of saliva dripping, and a happy smile suddenly appeared on his face. He could only take one step at a time.
At this time, the ground in the distance began to tremble, and a black spot gradually expanded and slowly turned into a long earth-yellow dragon.

About a thousand cavalrymen are galloping over!

Aluhan noticed the person coming, his eyes widened, and he ran forward a few steps.
He staggered and fell to his knees with a thud.
The other dozen or so people also knelt on the ground following him, staring at the person coming in front of them in fear.

Lu Yunyi's brows furrowed immediately, and he looked into the distance, seeing the leader approaching.
He looked to be in his twenties, with a sturdy build and a long beard.
His eyes were sharp and his body was full of nobility. At this moment, he was galloping towards us with a sword in his hand.

Who is this person? Lu Yunyi didn't know who this person was, so he asked directly:

"Aluhan, who is that man?"

Aluhan lowered his head tightly, and his voice was trembling and respectful:
"It's Tianbao Nutaiji."

Lu Yunyi was shocked, the Prince of Beiyuan!

Unexpectedly, he attracted this person just by showing the Sun Khan Seal.

It seems that he greatly underestimated the dignity of the Seal of the Sun Khan on the grassland.

In less than a quarter of an hour, more than a thousand cavalrymen approached like a whirlwind, and the sound of horse hooves gradually slowed down.

Lu Yunyi looked up.
The swords they held reflected a cold light under the dark clouds, as if they were made of fine iron.
But in comparison, their armor was far inferior to that of the Ming Dynasty.

Most of the more than a thousand people were half armored.

The armor only protected the chest, skull, arms, elbows and other vital parts.
At this moment, Aluhan shouted: "I meet Tianbao Nu Taiji."

"Are they them?" Tianbao Nu looked arrogant as he looked back and forth at Lu Yunyi and the others.

"Reporting to Your Highness, they claim to be from the Naiman tribe and carry the seal of the Sun Khan.
Previously, they were chased by the Ming army and most of them were killed or injured. This time they came to my Yuan court to report something important." Aluhan shouted loudly.

Tianbaonu did not answer immediately, but looked at them carefully.

When he saw the clean faces on their faces, he snorted coldly:
"A member of the Naiman tribe? Why are they dressed like Ming people? Could it be that the Naiman tribe wants to surrender to the Ming Dynasty?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people present couldn't help but show anger on their faces. They raised their hands slightly and gripped the scimitars at their waists.

Lu Yunyi took a step forward, raised his hand and pressed it gently, a rare warm smile appeared on his face, and he said loudly:

"Arisleng of the Naiman tribe has met Tianbaonu Taiji,
I dare not lie to Your Highness. Most of us were attacked by the Ming army. We had no choice but to disperse our clansmen. We took our trusted followers and disguised ourselves to escape the pursuit."

Is it just based on your one-sided statement?"

Tian Baonu sneered and then ordered:
"Someone, take them down!"

Tianan Baonu looked at Lu Yunyi and sneered.
With a pointed of the long sword in his hand, more than a hundred soldiers rushed out from behind him and surrounded him tightly.

Lu Yunyi took a step back without thinking, his expression suddenly panicked, and he said repeatedly:
"Wait a minute, Your Highness, please listen to me carefully.

While we were fleeing, we encountered more than a thousand elite soldiers of the Tatar tribe, who were also being hunted down by the Ming army.

Their leader, Amin Borshu, gave me a letter and asked me to deliver it here.

He also said that as long as the people in the royal court see this letter, we will definitely be able to escape from danger and be safe and sound!"

As Lu Yunyi spoke, he reached into his arms and took out two things.

A letter and a large bronze seal.

"This is the letter and the seal of my ministry. Your Highness, please take a look."

Tianbaonu frowned slightly, his heart skipping a beat, for he knew what the royal court and the Tatars were planning.

Now that this matter was known to a member of the Naiman tribe, he felt uneasy.

He waved his hand gently, and a soldier rushed over.
He took the letter and the seal and returned, handing them over to Tian Baonu.

Tian Baonu did not open the letter,

Instead, he looked back and forth between Da Yin and Lu Yunyi, his brows furrowed more and more.
From his perspective, this is indeed the seal of the Sun Khan.
After Genghis Khan defeated the Naiman tribe,
Two large seals were recast and kept by two great men from the Naiman tribe.
One of the newly minted seals was controlled by the Northern Yuan Dynasty court.
It is exactly the same as this big seal, with just some minor differences.

Then he put the seal in his arms and opened the letter.

The words that came into his sight made him slightly stunned, but then he showed ecstasy
He looked up at Lu Yunyi impatiently and asked:

"Where are they now?"

Lu Yunyi thought for a moment and said:

"The last time we met was at Leishanpo, north of Daming.
Their leader Amin Borshu told me that they were being hunted by more than 3,000 Ming troops.
I may not be able to escape, so after I revealed my identity,

He gave me this letter and asked me to bring it to the king's court."

After seeing the letter, Tian Baonu believed what they said.
Because the matter with the Tatars was known to only a handful of people in the royal court.

"You are so kind? And the Naiman tribe is more than a thousand miles away from here, why are you here?"

A trace of resentment flashed across Lu Yunyi's face, and he finally gritted his teeth and said viciously:
"To be honest, we want to go to Liaodong to meet Nahachu, hoping to move our tribe there.

But when they arrived in Liaodong, they found that the place was full of Ming troops.
After careful investigation, I found out that Nahachu was defeated last year.
As a last resort, we disguised ourselves and tossed and turned, and finally escaped from there.
But near Gyeongju, they were blocked by a Ming army.
Many of my people died, and I managed to escape with great difficulty, and encountered the Tatars."

Tianbaonu nodded slightly. This reason made sense.

Nahachu's ancestor Mu Huali was the one who led the army to defeat the Naiman, and he also had some friendship with the Naiman tribe.

Seeing their miserable state, Tian Baonu felt empathy for them and his expression softened a bit.
They, the Northern Yuan Dynasty, were beaten and fled everywhere by the Ming army, and the same was true for the Naiman people in front of them.

With a soft sigh, Tian Baonu asked:
“How many people were there when you came?”

Lu Yunyi looked sad and lowered his head gently:
"Reporting to His Highness, there are 1,500 people in the tribe.

Most of them were killed by the Ming army on the way, or got lost and disappeared.
Now I only have about eighty loyal warriors around me."

Tianbao Nu raised his lips slightly, nodded gently, and a warm smile appeared on his face:
"Oh? Only eighty people? That's easy."

His eyes suddenly became as cold as ice, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura. He waved his hand lightly:

"Kill them all!"

(End of this chapter)