The Red Chamber: The Rise of the Shuzi

Chapter 305

The massacre caused by Jia Jing and his own soldiers lasted for about a stick of incense.

During the period, there were naturally Tatars who resisted vigorously, but under the sharp blades of the soldiers, those unnecessary resistances were nothing more than rootless duckweeds, which could be easily pierced like paper tigers.

After a stick of incense.

Jia Jing and the guards had already combed through the entire tribe.

This medium-sized tribe with a population of tens of thousands directly lost nearly a quarter of its staff.

After the wars of the previous years, the males, who had never recovered, were almost extinct this time.

A tribal leader sat slumped on the ground, his face full of pain and despair.

"I told you at the beginning that we can't leave that disaster behind, so it's fine if you don't listen, but this time you actually brought him into my tribe, and now you have caused such a big disaster, are you satisfied? ! "

The other leader also looked ugly, "I never expected that this guy would do such a daring thing without thinking, but he brought innocent people in the tribe..."

Under the hatred eyes of those Tatar women, the soldiers turned their horses back one after another, and came to the gate of the tribe again.

Jia Jing rode up to the two leaders.

Looking down at the two of them, he ordered: "Where is the thing? Hand it over!"

Concise and concise, it is directly imperative discourse.

How dare the two leaders hesitate?
He hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "The general doesn't know something, but the treasure is not a dead object, it is a living thing, but it is too inconvenient, so I have to ask the general to move!"

"Is the treasure alive?" Jia Jing asked.

The two nodded in succession.

Then he asked again: "I wonder if the general has read my "Secret History" by Meng Yuan?"

""Secret History of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty"?"

"It's this book!"

Jia Jing nodded, "Naturally, I have heard it a little bit. The first sentence of the opening article is about Bortechina, who was born by the destiny, and his wife Huoaima Lanle, who came across the great lake. They came to Burkhan Khaldun Mountain, the source of the Onan River, and camped there. The son they gave birth to was Bata Chihan...

Therefore, according to legend on the grasslands, the ancestor of the pioneering of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty-Shengwu Emperor Temujin, whose root ancestor was the wolf and the white deer! "

"The general is knowledgeable, I admire him!"

They flattered each other lightly at first, and then the two continued: "Whether or not Emperor Shengwu is the offspring of the pale wolf and the pale deer is a matter of legend, we cannot confirm it.

But one thing is certain, there are giant blue wolves in this world, and they are indeed close to the golden blood of Emperor Shengwu! "

Jia Jing couldn't help being slightly surprised by what the two said.

Immediately ordered two people to say: "Lead the way, go and see!"

……

Afterwards, Jia Jing followed the two of them and went straight to a special yurt in the camp.

Open the curtain at the door.

Jia Jing saw a huge iron cage in the middle of the felt bag at a glance.

In the cage, an old giant wolf was lying on the thick carpet.

Its hair has no luster, and its teeth and claws are very blunt, only a pair of big cloudy eyes, shining with the luster of wisdom.

And this kind of luster, Jia Jing often sees it in the eyes of white tigers or cunning foxes.

The problem is, the light of wisdom in the eyes of this giant wolf is even better than that of the white tiger whose intelligence is like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

Jia Jing looked at the nearly ten-foot-long giant wolf in front of him, frowning.

The huge gray wolf in front of him seemed to die at any moment.

Moreover, can a wolf grow so big?

And the light of wisdom shining in his eye sockets made Jia Jing's heart tense, as if something that she didn't know was happening quietly.

"The gray wolf in front of me seems to be amazing!"

Jia Jing looked at the huge wolf in the cage and asked beside him, "Where did he get it?"

Realizing that the pale gray wolf in front of him had considerable intelligence, Jia Jing replaced "it" with "he" in his words.

As a powerful life with wisdom, Canglang deserves to be treated like this by Jia Jing.

"We are nomads who live by water and grass. We need to wander around frequently. But this spring, when I settled down at the foot of an unknown short mountain and grazed, I accidentally discovered that I was already very old and A giant wolf in a coma."

When the two of them said this, they turned their heads to look at the giant wolf inside the iron cage.

"General, you don't know, when I just rescued this giant wolf, the body of this giant wolf was covered with incomparably dry hair, and the whole body showed a gray, decayed and dead look.

But it didn't take long for the giant wolf to get better day by day.

The fur is slowly changing from gray to pale gray in front of it, and its spirit is getting better and better, but when it looks at us, its eyes are full of coldness.

This made us a little afraid in our hearts, so we built this iron cage to trap it. "

Paused.

Only then did the two continue: "We only remembered the legend of the wolf and the white deer on the grassland after the body of this giant wolf gradually improved and the hair on its body turned completely pale..."

"The body is gradually changing, from the initial one that was about to die of old age, to the one that is in front of you. Is this rejuvenation? Or just the legendary evolution?"

Jia Jing couldn't help but feel a little puzzled in her heart, and turned to look at the giant wolf in the iron cage, her face full of hesitation.

Jia Jing couldn't see through this giant wolf!
After a pause, Jia Jing asked again: "You mentioned before that this giant wolf is closer to the descendants of the golden blood?"

"Yes!"

The two leaders nodded quickly, "The assassin who was cut in half by the general before is the only golden blood in the world that I found among the people. In the whole tribe, he was the only one who could get close to this giant wolf. of!"

"Unbelievable, you actually have a person with a golden blood in your hands!"

Looking at the two leaders in front of him, Jia Jing was amazed, "So, these are your two medium-sized tribes. You would rather be driven here from the north by the Chahar tribe than hand over this giant wolf and submit to it. The reason for being under the command of the Chahar Department?"

With these words, the faces of the two leaders changed again and again.

Jia Jing shook her head lightly, and said with regret on her face: "Golden blood, is the grassland orthodox? You two have an idea, but it's a pity..."

What a pity, Jia Jing didn't say clearly.

But the two leaders knew in their hearts that what Jia Jing said was a pity, it was a pity to meet him.

Not to mention that the only surviving person of the golden blood who was finally found was killed, all the more than ten thousand troops that his two tribes managed to save were all killed by Jia Jing.

Jia Jing is Tian Ke them! !
Now without the golden bloodline and the huge wolf in front of them, the things that the two tribes had been planning for a long time just came to nothing.

The bamboo basket fetches water in vain...

At this time, Jia Jing was also secretly feeling emotional, the two tribes kept hiding in Tibet, and carefully avoided Saijia, going around in a big circle, and finally fell into his own hands.

Different routes lead to the same goal, that's it!

(End of this chapter)