My Red Mansion Career

Chapter 249 Surrender or die

"The golden scimitar... is the golden scimitar!"

"Prime Minister Zuo actually brought a golden scimitar. Is this the golden scimitar of Genghis Khan?"

Such a striking golden scimitar naturally attracted countless people to watch, but there were dozens of cavalry surrounding Qinggetai, and the surrounding herdsmen only dared to watch from a short distance away. Those with eyes will move to the side to observe carefully.

Unlike the ordinary melon-eating herdsmen, the leaders of the tribes sitting on the high platform with Namuzhong looked a little ugly.

This Qinggeltai not only made a golden scimitar privately, but also dared to wear it openly on such a grand occasion. This was clearly telling everyone that I had secured the position of the Great Khan today.

Except for those die-hard supporters of Qing Geer Tai, other people who were originally neutral couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied when they saw this scene.

We all know that you have been spying on the Great Khan's position for a long time, but there is no need to show it so impatiently, do you think we are dead people?

Qinggeltai was indeed a little restless today. After arriving at the venue, he did not rush to the high platform. Instead, he rode a horse around the venue, accepted the cheers of the herdsmen, and then walked up slowly. On the high platform.

In the eyes of everyone who were either unkind or flattering, Qinggeltai walked up to Namu Zhong, put his right hand on his left chest, bent down slightly, and said respectfully: "Dear Namu Zhong Ketun, I'm late. Sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

Originally, he didn't want to force Qing Gertai to do so, but today he saw Qing Gertai openly wearing a golden scimitar when traveling. He couldn't help it, so he questioned him, but he didn't expect this bastard to tell lies with his eyes open. .

Qinggeltai sneered: "Bamut, who told you that I built this privately?

This is the will of Changshengtian, which means that Changshengtian cannot bear to see our Chahar tribe sink like this, so Changshengtian gave me the important task of reorganizing the Chahar tribe and asked me to lead the Chahar tribe to rise again. , towards greater glory.

Seeing Namuzhong's silence, Qinggertai became even more proud and said loudly to Namzhong: "Dear Ketun, I...Qinggertai, the left prime minister of the Chahar tribe, met by chance a few days ago. Then he got this golden scimitar left by the great Genghis Khan.

Qinggeltai laughed loudly, took off the golden scimitar from his waist, raised it high and said loudly: "The great Khan Tuotuo Buhua has passed away, and there is no one to inherit the throne left behind, and I... ...Qinggeltai... is the best candidate to inherit the throne of Khan.

"I……"

She had a cold look on her face: "The will of Changshengtian? Qinggeltai, as the widow of Tuotuo Buhua Khan, I have never heard of the will of Changshengtian. Do you want to openly usurp the throne?"

This machete was seized from a group of thieves some time ago. It belongs to me as a trophy. Is there anything wrong with wearing my own trophy? "

It's just that although he and Qinggertai are both prime ministers, because his strength is much smaller than that of Qinggertai, and his men and horses are far inferior to Qinggertai, so he exists in the Chahar tribe, which respects strength. The feeling is not high.

Namuzhong's heart tightened, and her hands holding the baby tightened. Although she was very reluctant to openly confront Qing Geertai, the knife was put to her neck. It would be really bad if she didn't resist. It's over.

This middle-aged man named Bamut is none other than the right prime minister of the Chahar tribe.

Qinggertai straightened up, walked to the left side of Namuzhong and sat down in a swaggering manner.

Na Muzhong hugged the baby and said calmly: "Prime Minister Zuo, since you are here, please sit down."

But as soon as he sat down, a middle-aged man sitting on the right side of Namu Zhong said: "Qing Geertai, don't you want to explain to us?"

Helpless, he had no choice but to look at Namu Zhong, hoping that the widow of the Khan would speak out to support him.

"Xie Kedon."

I wonder if you follow the will of Changshengtian? "

"Explain why you came now and why you are wearing a golden scimitar. Don't you know that making a golden scimitar privately is contempt for the great Genghis Khan?" The middle-aged man's tone became serious.

"No...this is not called usurping the throne, but following the will of Changshengtian."

"Explain what?" Qinggertai smiled brightly, looking nonchalant.

It's just that Namuzhong didn't seem to notice his gaze, and just lowered her head to feed the infant milk.

Now, everyone tell me...are you willing to support me as the new Great Khan of the Chahar tribe? "

There was silence on the high platform, and everyone's eyes were focused on the man who held the golden scimitar high and had an unruly look on his face.

At this moment, I heard a desolate horn sound coming from the side, and groups of cavalry began to appear outside the venue, and soon the venue was surrounded.

The cavalrymen began to shout his name loudly.

"Qinggeltai!"

"Qinggeltai!"

Many herdsmen participating in the event also shouted loudly, and Qingertai's name was heard everywhere in the venue.

The timid Xue troops who were still maintaining order saw such a scene, and many of them turned pale. If it weren't for Sukhbalu with many captains, centurions and other officers on the side to suppress them, they wouldn't have been able to suppress it. I'm afraid a few people will defect.

"see it?"

Qinggertai turned around, his sharp eyes swept around the people on the high platform, and finally landed on Namuzhong.

“Namu Zhongketun...this is the voice of all the herdsmen in Chahar.

The Chahar tribe needs a khan who can lead them to glory, not a baby who is still sucking milk.

As long as you are willing to surrender to me and respect me as the Great Khan, I am willing to designate you as the new Ketun and govern the Chahar tribe with me.

If you insist on disobeying me, don't blame me for being rude to you.

Now please tell me your choice...surrender...or die..."

As Qinggeltai finished speaking, all the eyes that were looking at him turned to Namu Zhong, the widow of the former Khan.

For the nomadic people, the death of a father and a son, and the death of a brother and a brother are not a matter at all, let alone such a trivial matter as remarriage. In the eyes of most people, Namuzhong will definitely go with the flow. Agree.

After all, after her husband died, it was completely normal for her to remarry the next Khan. Only a few tribal leaders had expressions of disdain on their faces. In their view, Qingertai secretly forged a golden scimitar and took advantage of the Ancestor Worship Festival to force the former Ke Dun to remarry. This in itself was a very impolite performance, but Due to Qinggeltai's strength, they could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

Facing the looks from everyone, Namuzhong took a deep breath and stood up. She looked around at the people around her, with a sad look on her face, and finally looked directly at Qinggertai, looking at him with longing eyes. Under his gaze he slowly said:

"Under the watchful eye of Changshengtian, I solemnly tell you as the widow of Tuotuobuhua Khan that I, Namu Zhong, do not recognize Chahar's position as the new Khan.

The position of the Great Khan of Tuotuo Buhua was given by the Changsheng Heaven. Even if he returns to the embrace of the Changsheng Heaven, the position of the Great Khan should be inherited by my son Barter, not you... Qing Geer Tai! "

Having said that, Namuzhong slowly walked to the edge of the high platform, then turned back to all the small tribe leaders and the right prime minister Bamut who were watching: "I know that many of you have secretly defected to Qinggeer. Thai.

I don’t know what benefits he promised you, but what I want to tell you is that you can support Qinggeertai as the new Great Khan, but you cannot force me to remarry this despicable usurper, even if Blood splattered on the spot.

God of Immortality, under your gaze today, let me express my anger with the blood of myself and my children! "

"Do not……"

Qinggertai yelled, and then rushed towards Namuzhong to grab her.

He knew very well that if Namu Zhong was forced to jump from the high platform on an occasion like today, causing the death of both mother and son, the impact on his reputation would be irreparable.

The herdsmen can tolerate a leader who is ruthless and even murderous, but they will never like an ungrateful Khan who repays kindness with revenge, because this also means that he can kill those who follow him without hesitation.

It's just that Qinggeltai is at least ten meters away from Namu Zhong, and he will definitely not be able to rush past it in just a few seconds.

While talking, Namuzhong walked quickly to the edge of the high platform with the child in his arms. Just when he was about to jump down and end his life, another wave of desolate and rapid horn sounds came from the distance.
The sudden sound of the horn shocked everyone, and even Namu Zhong paused, but she could clearly hear it. It was the sound of a sentry warning that there was an incoming enemy.

But today is the Ancestor Worship Festival. According to Mongolian tradition, no matter how much hatred each tribe has, they must put it down on this day and cannot start a war under any circumstances. Otherwise, they will be spurned and hunted by all Mongolians. .

Just when everyone was confused, in the southwest, a group of cavalry was galloping towards the venue from a distance. Judging from the yellow cloth strips tied on their arms and helmets, this should be A group of Qie Xue troops patrolling the perimeter.

The cowardly Xue Jun at the head raised his head and blew the horn desperately while galloping. With the sound of the horn getting clearer and clearer, everyone in the venue could hear it clearly.

The originally lively venue suddenly fell silent. While many people fell into panic, more people became angry.

In such a festival, even the enemies of life and death would not attack the enemy. Now someone actually breaks this promotion, which no one can tolerate.

In the venue, the herdsmen either jumped on their horses or drew their machetes, and some were looking around for their family members, ready to run away at any time.

Just when the venue fell into chaos, the cowardly Xue army had already rushed to the foot of the high platform. He threw down the horn in his hand and shouted: "It's not good...the Han army is coming...that group of spraying soldiers is coming..." The army of fire is coming!”

"Wow..."

As the timid Xue Jun's voice fell, there was an uproar on the high platform.

"This is impossible!"

Qinggertai was the first to jump up. He ignored Namu Zhong who was standing by the high platform in a daze. He rushed down the high platform and came to the timid Xue Jun and grabbed his lapel. He yelled angrily: "The Han people are thousands of miles away from us. How could they come to Ulaanbaatar quietly? Do you know that lying about military information will result in being quartered?"

The timid Xue Jun was also anxious, pointed in the distance and loudly said: "I swear in the name of Changshengtian that if I lie, I will die badly. If you don't believe it, you can see for yourself!"

"Woooooooo..."

While he was talking, another group of patrolling cavalry galloped toward the venue from a distance, and the rapid sound of horns resounded in the sky.

"Enemy attack... enemy attack..."

"The Han army is coming...the fire-breathing red and white devil army is coming!"

After hearing this, no one doubted the words of the sentry before.

A group of patrol posts might be mistaken, but if one after another patrol posts collectively issued a warning, it would be certain.

Qinggertai didn't have time to curse, so he quickly got off the high platform, jumped on the horse that followed him, and hurriedly gave the order, "Quickly... blow the horn... gather... prepare to face the enemy!"

"Woooooooo..."

The desolate horn sounded again, and teams began to gather outside the venue. The cavalrymen got on their horses and checked their armor, bows, arrows, scimitars and other equipment. The officers began to order the soldiers to tidy up. formation.

On the edge of the high platform, Na Mu Zhong, who was originally holding her child and planning to die, was also stunned.

"Could it be that... Suzina brought my lover and army to rescue me?"

Just when Namuzhong was about to look into the distance again, another group of Qixue soldiers rushed under the high platform. The leader was none other than Sukhbalu, the leader of the Qixue soldiers.

He jumped off the horse, knelt on one knee in front of the high platform, and said loudly to Namu Zhong: "Ketun... The Han army is coming. It is not safe here. I will escort you out of here immediately."

"Leave... no..." Namuzhong shook her head. After a flash of light flashed in her eyes, she said firmly: "Why are you leaving? The ones here are our allies who have signed an alliance with us."

"ally?"

Sukhbalu was anxious, "Ketun, the Han people have betrayed our alliance and they are no longer allies."

"That's not certain."

Namuzhong didn't wait for him to speak, and then ordered: "Sukhbalu... If you still recognize me as Ketun and are willing to obey my orders, you can summon all the Qixue troops here immediately. Protect the entire high platform and no one is allowed to come near it without my order, can you do that?"

"This……"

Although Sukhbalu didn't understand what medicine he was selling in his Ketun gourd, he still followed Namu Zhong's instructions and began to summon all the Qixue troops to protect Namu Zhong and Gaotai...

(End of this chapter)