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Volume 4 Leviathan Chapter 33 Detour

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    Xue Ruowang sat on a stone, his beautiful Ili horse hanging its slender neck and licking a pile of hay at his feet.  Xue Ruowang used a dagger to peel a piece of dried meat and threw it into the haystack as horse feed for his beloved horse; while caressing the wet neck of the war horse from time to time.  The war horse raised its head from time to time, looked at its master with its gentle eyes, and snorted a few times.  "Sir!" A thick voice broke the silence between the men and horses. A thin man stood in front of Xue Ruowang and made a military salute: "The pursuers have returned. They have captured more than fifty prisoners in total, and there are  More than forty horses, more than three hundred sheep! " "Yeah!" Xue Ruowang nodded, threw the remaining dried meat into the haystack, clapped his hands, stood up and walked out, followed closely by the man.  One step behind him, if Chen Zaixing saw him here, he would definitely not recognize that the stern officer in front of him was the young officer who was respectful in front of him a dozen days ago.  Xue Ruowang walked to a small mound and saw more than fifty prisoners standing in the open space in front of him. Surrounding the open space were more than two hundred Sauron cavalry who were described as tough and loaded with guns. Most of these cavalrymen followed their instructions.  According to the ancestral custom, the hair on the forehead was shaved off and the rest of the hair was tied into braids.  Most of the prisoners were old people, women and children, and the few young people were also scarred. These prisoners were looking at these sudden enemies with horrified eyes.  "Now let me introduce myself. I am a general under the command of Lord Gaohou of Dashun Yanshan Prefecture. My surname is Xue and my name is Ruowang. Not long ago, Chelin Dorji, the Khan of Tuxie Tube, took advantage of the opportunity of the reincarnation of Living Buddha Jebtsundamba.  A rebellion was launched, and I was ordered to put down the rebellion!" At this point, Xue Ruowang paused and said loudly: "You should know the rules for the death of rebels!" Xue Ruowang's words aroused panic among the prisoners.  People screamed in despair, and women rushed around with their children in their arms, but Sauron's cavalry pushed them back.  At this time, a more prestigious old man raised his hands to Xue Ruowang and begged: "Sir, the rebels should indeed be punished, but we are not from the Tuxie Tu tribe, but from the Chechen tribe. Please be lenient and forgive us."  Let's go!" "Oh! It's from Chechnya!" Xue Ruowang smiled slightly: "But where are your young people?" Xue Ruowang's expression suddenly became ferocious: "It's to Chelin Dorji.  Did your men go to Monan? That¡¯s why you old people and children are the only ones left here, right?¡± ¡°This¡ª¡± the old man stuttered. He wanted to explain something, but looking at Xue Ruowang¡¯s cold eyes, he hesitated.  Nothing can be said.  "Since you are Mongolians, I will treat you according to your Mongolian customs!"  Children with the height of a waist knife will be spared from death, and the rest will be executed!" "You devil!" A young man rushed towards Xue Ruowang on the hillock, but Xue Ruowang regarded it as nothing.  After a few steps, I heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind. Then I felt a pain in my neck, so I fell to the ground, struggled for a few times and then stopped moving.  "Sir!" The thin man just made a false move on the saber in his hand, and a series of blood drops fell from the blade, making the blade even more sharp.  "Let's start! Duolong, since there are people who resist, deal with them all. I'll give you twenty minutes!" Xue Ruowang waved his hand: "After that, except for the needed animals, kill all the rest and burn the tents!  "Yes, sir!" "Yes!"  In the corridor of the Marshal's Mansion in Yanshan Mansion.  "Compared with the high-spirited journey, the journey back is always longer!" As this proverb on the prairie says, the rebels returned much slower, and it took twice as long to cross the desert.  Of course, this does not mean that the morale of the rebel soldiers is low. On the contrary, the huge gains and the pleasure of looting brought to them by this expedition made most people in the ranks feel excited, even  The lowest "Kebuwen" (the name for the lowest level of the Mongolian social class at that time, similar to a slave) was also excitedly showing off his trophies, vowing that as long as the great Chelin Dorji raises the banner, even if he is thousands of miles away,  He would also jump on his horse and rush over.  But just as there are a few dark clouds in the corners of the clear sky, there are still some people in the ranks of the rebels who are not as excited as others, that is, the infantry, which is mainly composed of escaped slaves, regardless of their original social status or  The underground status of infantry in the military tradition of the steppe, these infantrymen?The rebels have the lowest status. When attacking, they get the least spoils. When retreating, they are left at the back and play the dangerous role of blocking the rear.  But what frustrated them most was not these, but Chelindorzi's retreat.  "Going back like this? But we haven't even seen a battle with Shun Gouzi, so we just go back like this! Could it be that we have worked so hard to measure this sandy land step by step with our feet, and even the soles of our feet are a few inches thin?  "For this thing?" complained an infantryman carrying a long brown Bess rifle. His dark face was completely covered by a messy beard, and the turned-out sheepskin hat he wore made him look like  He was a complete barbarian. A copper kettle was tied to his belt and made a rhythmic sound as he walked. This was the only trophy he had on this journey.  "Just be content! Old Walnut, at least you can use this thing to boil water, make tea, and make porridge tonight. This thing can be used in many ways! But what about me!" Another soldier raised one of his feet.  The soles of the shoes he put on had a big hole in them, revealing the dark soles of the feet inside: "I didn't even get a shoe, and soon I would have to walk barefoot." "Me too!" "Damn it.  "At least you have something on both of your feet, but my feet have been bare from the beginning!" The soldier's complaint aroused a chorus of agreement from the surrounding soldiers.  "Enough, most people here don't have shoes! We didn't pick up guns just to have shoes on our feet!" A majestic voice interrupted the complaints. The speaker was a middle-aged man. He and  Most of the soldiers were wearing tattered leather coats with no visible color, a sheepskin hat on their head, a full beard on their face, and bare feet. The only thing that could distinguish him from the other soldiers was his hat.  He has a white feather, which means he is the leader of this infantry team.  He looked at the soldier who complained at the beginning. The exposed skin on his face was full of wrinkles, like a walnut. This was also the reason why he got this nickname. A gentle look appeared on the middle-aged man's face.  "Old Walnut, you picked up the gun for your brother who stayed in the manor; Glass Eyes, you picked up the gun for your brother and father; you picked up the gun for your nephew! -" The middle-aged man said to each soldier, his memory  Very good, no matter these soldiers look exactly the same - at least they are exactly the same dirty and slovenly, he can still call each other's name immediately and what relatives he has. He has not yet been freed. The expression of the soldier whose name is called becomes serious.  He stood up, and after calling a circle of names, the middle-aged man nodded his chest and whispered: "As for me, Yu Zhiheng, like you, I also hope to find my sister and let her be with me.  Just like that, become a free man instead of a slave at the mercy of others! "Boss, you will get your wish soon!" Old Walnut whispered, with a look of emotion and tenderness on his face.  His expression was in sharp contrast to his rough appearance, and instead had a strange charm.  "You too, Old Walnut!" The middle-aged man gently hugged Old Walnut's shoulder. He loosened his arm, turned around and said to the soldiers around him: "We will all get our wish. As long as God bless us, we can open the manor.  , be with our relatives again!" At the end, he imitated the Russian officer who trained them, raised his arms and shouted: "Ula!" The soldiers around him also raised their arms and shouted.  Ying Hedao The cheers of the soldiers attracted the attention of several Russian officers not far away. One of the younger and handsome officers smiled and said: "Constantinovich, I heard a group of Tatars shouting 'Ula'  Don't you think it's strange? " "No, Mikhail!" Sharif called his companion's patronymic name: "There is nothing strange about it. There is a lot of Tatar blood in our veins. They are some  Very good soldiers, brave and strong!" "Very good soldiers?" A sarcastic smile appeared on the young officer's face: "Konstantinovich, I don't think so highly of these Tatars, there are many of them.  The way they hold a rifle is no different from holding a hoe. They have just learned how to line up. If they are good soldiers, then the Semyonov Guards (one of the most elite and noblest Guards teams in Tsarist Russia)  First, it was founded by Peter I himself, and its officers are basically noble nobles. So what are the warriors? " "Dear Mikhail!" Sharif thought about his tone to his noble colleagues:  "I have never denied the bravery of your noble colleagues, but this is not inconsistent with whether these people are very good soldiers. In training, you have seen how patient and brave they are. It is true that their shooting skills are still  Not so skilled, but it is not difficult to learn. The most important thing as a soldier is courage and the patience to obey orders. They will neverLack of food.  You must know that in 1812, many of the great warriors under Kutuzov had just put down their hoes and pitchforks and picked up rifles, but this did not prevent them from blocking Napoleon's army in Borodino!  "
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