Chapter 1182 Conference
Chapter 1182 Conference
A streak of pale light seeped through the folds of the Eastern Mountains, and the grassland gradually woke up.
The dewdrops swayed in the center of the grass leaves and slowly adorned the serrated edges of the leaves.
The squirrel climbed around in the tree, sniffing everywhere, as if it was the owner of the forest.
The skylark landed lightly on a branch and carefully preened its feathers.
The mist has not yet dissipated, covering the grasslands, mountains, and forests, making it seem like a dream, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland, extremely peaceful.
"Swish!" The sharp sound of arrows whistled not far away.
The woman who was milking saw this and subconsciously looked up.
The golden arrow pierced the sky and rose into the sky.
The wind suddenly picked up, and the pine forest rustled.
The golden eagle flapped its wings and soared into the sky.
Under the sharp eagle eyes, the rivers and lakes were sparkling, and the sea of grass was undulating like waves, rolling and surging from west to east, changing from dark green to golden green.
A majestic white horse was galloping happily with its head held high and chest puffed out.
It ran across the grass, and a cloud of dust rose up.
It crossed the stream, splashing water everywhere.
It ran towards the white tent and greeted a burly man in a red robe.
Behind the white horse, a large group of horses followed closely, hundreds of white, black, yellow, and brown horses, with flying manes, dancing grass debris, and smoke and dust rising into the sky, like an army on a charge.
The auxiliary soldiers who were herding the horses were scattered around in groups of three or four, slowly gathering the horses and making them stop slowly by the stream outside the camp, allowing them to drink water.
Three young men appeared behind the man in red robe, looked at their father bathed in the golden sunlight, then looked at the herd of horses not far away, and remained silent for a long time.
When they climbed to a high place and looked far into the distance, they saw war horses everywhere, but their father told them that there were only a few hundred of them.
If a few hundred horses could produce such a strong impact, how amazing would it be if there were tens of thousands of them? People who had never seen it would probably be terrified and subconsciously want to run away.
Shao Xun directly mounted the light horse, squeezed his legs together, the horse neighed, and galloped away.
The imperial guards had also mounted their horses and lined up in several rows in front of the camp.
The horses were snorting, shaking their heads, or even paddling the ground with their hooves.
The knight on his back gently soothed him with his hand, as if to say that you are a military horse from Guangcheng Garden, and you should not be as undisciplined as those rough grassland counterparts.
The horse calmed down a little, blinking its eyes and looking forward.
After the red-robed man rushed out, the knights seemed to have received a signal, and they all raised their lances at an angle and rode their horses to follow.
After the cavalry ran away, they slowly dispersed, like a gray line, sweeping across the entire battlefield.
The man in red robe slowed down his horse.
The white horse was psychic and soon stopped.
The man in red robe leaned down and patted the horse's neck. The white horse rubbed him affectionately, looking very happy.
Military flags appeared all over the mountains ahead.
Amid the fluttering wolf-head banner, the magnificent chariot was looming.
The knights of the imperial guards closely guarded the surroundings, trotting along on their horses.
The cavalry with lances slowly gathered together, split into two, passed by the red-robed man, and ran several hundred steps to the front before slowly stopping.
Following the officers' commands, the cavalrymen began to align themselves left and right. Suddenly, there were shouts and neighs from the horses, and smoke and dust rose up.
A moment later, two cavalry phalanxes appeared on the open grassland.
A one-eyed general stood on his horse with his sword drawn in front of the formation, guarding the pass alone.
All the cavalrymen dropped their spears to the ground and looked forward.
The horse stood quietly, only turning its head occasionally.
The smoke and dust slowly settled, and the rustling of grass leaves in the wind could be heard clearly.
The wolf-head banner also stopped moving.
The imperial guards seemed to have received an order or were frightened, and they all stopped their horses.
A hundred steps behind the chariot, countless horses were galloping.
The tribal leaders, some with shaved heads, some with braided hair, and some with short hair, quickly moved forward, surrounded by their followers. After seeing the neat formation of cavalry, they subconsciously reined in their horses and slowed down their pace.
There was a dull vibration from the east where the sun rises.
Each blow was like a heavy hammer hitting one's heart, or like a heavy carriage pressing down on the ground.
The golden eagle circled down and landed on the leather sheath on the red-robed man's right hand, pecking at the bright red flesh with its sharp beak.
Behind the man, a golden light shone, and a knight in silver helmet and armor walked slowly forward.
Both the men and the horses were wearing heavy armor, and they were like mountains, crushing the endless grassland.
The grass waves cheered and shouted under the horses' hooves, then gradually lowered their heads.
They didn't walk fast, but the pressure was so overwhelming that it made people breathless.
The tribal leaders reined in their horses and stared ahead.
Armored cavalry! The Youzhou Tuqi Du, who has gained a great reputation in Pingcheng in the past year!
The drumsticks started beating again.
This time it was real drum beats, dense and coming from all directions, shaking the entire area.
The sound of rustling footsteps was heard.
Countless infantrymen filed out of the gate and lined up on the grassland.
They walked out of different doors, their steps hurried and their movements extremely fast, but busy but not chaotic, as if they had rehearsed it countless times, and they moved around in dazzling postures.
Team after team, building after building, slowly they formed a battalion.
Soon, a jungle of spears seemed to "grow" on the grass, sparkling in the sun.
"Hua La La!" As the last two rows of swordsmen and shieldmen quickly moved to the front row, the jungle stopped growing and then slowly crawled forward.
The drums rumbled and clanged incessantly. Twelve thousand soldiers from the Silver Spear Right Camp and the Black Spear Middle Camp came forward like a wall, advancing without hesitation, and finally stopped behind the man in the red robe.
A cloud of dust rose up from behind the camp again.
The knight in deerskin armor glides lightly into the distance; the bow in the saddle sheath, the iron sword, and a weapon called an iron halberd are clearly visible.
They were not arranged in a military formation, but instead spread out across the grassland like mercury pouring out.
The strong rider carried a large flag, which fluttered in the wind.
The recognition flag on the officer's back rustled, and the beasts painted on it were baring their fangs and claws, as if they were ready to devour someone.
There were waves of horse-beating and horn-blasting, and a pattern emerged amid the chaos.
The tribal leaders dismounted one after another, and their followers also dismounted one after another, with different expressions on their faces.
The chariot moved again and passed through the gap between the cavalry formations of the royal army.
Everyone's eyes are fixed here.
Chang Long stepped forward, stopped him, checked him and let him go again.
The carriage stopped a few steps in front of the man in red robe.
The golden eagle soared into the sky. The man stepped forward, climbed onto the carriage, and lifted the curtain.
The wind suddenly grew stronger, and the green waves rolled endlessly, just like the uneasy mood of the nobles of Dai State and the leaders of the tribe.
Suddenly, the man got out of the car.
He was holding the hand of a woman in gorgeous attire and facing the ruler and his ministers of the Dai State.
The eagle's cry cuts through the sky.
The king, his ministers, and chieftains of Dai State looked at the man in red robe from a distance and lowered their heads.
The wind blew her hair, and Wang Yinling looked at the man nervously, with emotions surging in her heart that she couldn't even explain.
"Madam, you have a beautiful face, especially today." Shao Xun said with a smile.
Wang pursed her lips and smiled, as if all her worries had disappeared.
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The wind is strong and the flag is flying.
Tuoba Kefu, the former general of the Dai Kingdom, took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Fifty soldiers were lined up on both sides, holding their spears crosswise.
Tuoba Kefu walked slowly until he passed through the two rows of awe-inspiring "corridors" and the view ahead suddenly opened up.
The clerk of the Honglu Temple sang loudly: "Master Ke Fu of the Tuoba tribe presented twenty fine horses, ten tiger and leopard skins, and ten sable skins..."
"Greetings to the Emperor of Daliang." Tuoba Kefu bowed to the ground and said loudly.
"Rise." The Tongshi Sheren sang.
Tuoba Kefu stood up and left under the guidance of others.
Before leaving, he took a sneak peek and saw Emperor Liang and Khatun sitting side by side, occasionally looking at each other, like a married couple.
Dai Gong Shiyijian sat at the lower end, facing the Chanyu Grand Protector Wang Que'er.
Tuoba Kefu did not dare to look any longer and left quickly. He could still hear the high-pitched voice of the Tongshi Sheren from afar: "Master Daxi, congratulations to you for presenting fifty fine horses, thirty camels, and twenty jars of beeswax..."
He chuckled.
There is a reason for who comes first and who comes later.
In terms of hard power, the Tuoba tribe was severely damaged, having been attacked and even purged many times, and had suffered heavy losses in previous wars. The number of its people and livestock had rapidly declined from a level that others could not even match, and now it is unable to widen the gap with the other nine clans, and is even slightly inferior.
If it weren't for the status of the Tuoba tribe, the first person to meet the emperor would never be him, but Daxi Heruo, also one of the ten Tuoba clans. His strength has grown by leaps and bounds in recent years and he is implicitly superior to the Tuoba clan.
The clerk from the Honglu Temple led Tuoba Kefu to a camp, served him tea and cakes, and then left.
This was a newly established camp with a large circle of tents. Next to it was the camp of soldiers with yellow scarves wrapped around their heads - probably for surveillance purposes.
Tuoba Kefu smiled again.
Although he is a member of the Tuoba clan, to be honest, he has no feelings for the Tuoba family, otherwise he would not have been chosen by Lady Wang to become the head of the Tuoba tribe.
He had been to Luoyang twice and had talked with the remaining soldiers in the imperial guards - this group currently accounted for about half of the total.
He knew the strength of the Central Plains too well, and often rebuked those who had ulterior motives in the Tuoba tribe, and was even assassinated once for this. As for insults and sarcasm, there were even more.
But he doesn't care.
Moreover, he could see that if the Tuoba tribe was temporarily dormant eight years ago, then eight years later, it was seriously divided. From his daily observations, a considerable number of people were willing to join the Liang Kingdom instead of the descendants of the Tuoba clan.
Some of these people are really scared and don't want to resist.
Some of them made money by doing business with the Liang people.
Some of them learned the new agricultural farming methods brought by the Liang people and gained real benefits, which changed their views.
Others, after getting along with the guards and comrades in the imperial army, had heard too much about things happening in the Central Plains. Not only were they unwilling to protect Tuoba Shiyijian, they even didn't want to protect Madam Wang. They wanted to move their families to the Central Plains to live, but the possibility was not great.
It was no longer possible for the Tuoba tribe to resist as a whole; the tribesmen were ready to fight among themselves.
While he was daydreaming, General Da Xi Heruo of Zhenbei came to the camp. When he saw Tuoba Kefu, they smiled at each other.
Tuoba Kefu knew this person and had been stationed in Dongmugen Mountain for many years. The Daxi tribe was also one of the tribes that the Tuoba Ten Clans had surrendered to as a whole, but Daxi Heruo seemed to have surrendered to Emperor Shao Xun of Liang, not Madam Wang.
He was summoned by Emperor Liang many times and rewarded generously, so his determination to surrender must have been very firm.
Not long after, General Qiu Dunju arrived.
Tuoba Kefu stepped forward to greet him.
These were his colleagues in the imperial guards, and their tribe was located in the Kujiesha area west of the Yellow River.
This person is different from Da Xi Heruo. Although he has taken refuge with Lady Wang, he is more speculative in nature.
Their tribe is located in Hexi, and there is a little gap between them and Pingcheng. They can rebel at any time, depending entirely on the personal will of their leader. The Qiudun tribe is also one of the ten Tuoba clans.
Then came the leader of the Hedouling tribe, the assistant minister Dou Qin, the leader of the Qifuyuan tribe Duan Wenyang, the leader of the Pu tribe (one of the ten surnames of Tuoba) Pugulu, the leader of the Yiluo tribe (one of the ten surnames of Tuoba) Yiluofu, the leader of the Uluolan tribe...
There are still some people who haven't come, and quite a few! Tuoba Kefu looked at them one by one and sighed.
(End of this chapter)