golden scales

Temur led the horse and walked slowly on the increasingly hard road.From the appearance of this hard road, it means that you have stepped into the territory of the Han people.This was his first visit to Zhangjiakou, and he originally wanted to find a few acquaintances to lead the way, but his father said that he was already an adult at the age of 16, and he could not rely on others for everything.

If he only went to Zhangjiakou to sell some sheepskins, Temur believed that he would have no problems, but now he came to Zhangjiakou to join the army.Vote for these Han army, and this Han army has just defeated Horqin, cut off the captive's head, and placed it along the road leading to the grassland for a long time.

Now these heads have been shriveled and deformed, but the braids on the heads can still clearly tell people that these are Mongolians.

Temur didn't know how many years the Han people had fought against the Mongols. Anyway, he heard from his grandfather that he had fought against the Han people since he was very young.And my grandfather also heard from his grandfather that the Mongols and the Han were enemies when I was very young.Of course, it seems to have been better for a while, but generally speaking, they are still enemies.

These legends of heads and enemies made Temur very nervous. When he heard the sound of horseshoes beating on the hard road, he quickly led his old horse to the grass on the side of the hard road.After stepping on the soft and elastic grass, Temur felt much more comfortable, and the hand holding the knife handle no longer trembled.

Soon, five Han Chinese on horseback rushed towards Temur like wind and slowed down.The one in the lead finally reined in his horse, turned his head to look at Temur, and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Startled, Temur stopped in his tracks, but did not answer.

The other four knights circled around Temur, and one of them shouted again in Mongolian, "What are you doing?"

Knowing that he had aroused suspicion from others, Temuer barely suppressed his nervousness and fear, and replied in Chinese: "I heard people say that if you have nothing to eat, you can come here to join the army."

"You can speak Chinese?" The knight in the lead came over: "What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?"

"My name is Temuer." Temuer said, "I'm sixteen this year. I'm from Hohhot."

Hohhot is the city of blue in Mongolian, which is also the Guihua City named after Ming Dynasty.

"Why do you speak Chinese?" the knight asked.

"My family lives in Bansheng." Temuer said honestly, "There are many Han people in the village."

The knight looked at the Mongolian-speaking cavalry in the team, and the cavalry said, "Han and Mongolia live in Bansheng, so it's not surprising that they can speak Chinese."

The leading knight nodded slightly.Said: "Since you are here to join the army, follow me." Then he turned his horse's head and left.Temur quickly got on the horse, skillfully manipulated the rein, and followed.But his old horse couldn't compare with the army horse after all, and soon fell behind by a large distance, and the knight in front could only stop and wait for him.

——The Han people are not all fierce.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the Ming army, Temur felt a sense of warmth in his heart, thinking that he would become such a person in the future, wearing a dazzling iron armor and a majestic iron helmet... It is not bad to join the army.

But he didn't know that the captain of the Ming army's light cavalry scout team suspected that he was a spy.

alone.No goods, can speak Chinese, these three are the characteristics of spies.

If you let him leave, who knows what kind of troubles will happen, why not run by yourself.Hand him over to the conscription office.

Since Zhangjiakou was placed under civil administration, the division headquarters of the cavalry division moved to the barracks outside the city.There are conscription offices inside and outside the city, and those in the city only recruit Han Chinese or Mongols who look like Han Chinese, while those outside the city face Mongolian conscription.

"Thank you!" Temur finally arrived at the place, and waved to thank the Ming cavalry who brought him here.

Except for the Mongolian-speaking cavalryman who raised his hand, the others galloped away without any reaction.Sitting at the conscription office was a middle-aged Mongolian with a braid.He was wearing a fat jacket that was washed white by the Ming army.He glanced at Temuel and made him stand in front of a stake.

Temur stood over nervously, only to see that the lower half of the stake was stained white with chalk.On top of the white is a piece of blood-stained red, and on top of it is black, with a pungent smell.

He didn't know it was called asphalt.

The conscripted Mongolian came over and pushed Temur tightly against the stake.I saw that the top of Temur's head was just at the junction of red and black.He took out a piece of wood and pressed it on Temul's head.The hair that hadn't been washed for more than half a year was pressed down by a full two inches, and the wood chips firmly entered the red part of the logo.

"How old are you?" the man asked in Mongolian.

"Sixteen." Temur said.

"Then you will still grow," Nameng said, "now you can't join the army. You can only serve as an auxiliary soldier, and your body is not tall enough." He explained, and then said: "Can you heal horses?"

Temur shook his head slightly, and said again: "I will let the horse go."

The man curled his lips, disapproving, meaning: even a Mongolian can herd horses.

"We are the Daming Cavalry Division here." The man puffed his chest out: "There are two types of auxiliary soldiers, those who take care of the horses, and those who serve people. Are you willing to do that?"

"Take care of the horse." Temur didn't even think about it.

The man glanced at Temur again, took a stick-like charcoal pencil, daubed it twice on a piece of wood the size of a palm, handed it to Temur, and pointed casually: "Wait in that tent over there." go."

Temur took the piece of wood and looked at it carefully, not sure if it was a "character", but it looked like some kind of mark anyway.It wasn't until he entered the new barracks that he realized that it was called "grass code", which was a symbol used by the Han people to identify numbers.

There were already three people waiting in the tent, one of whom came yesterday.They are all Mongolian herdsmen nearby. Some of them have no family property, and some are envious of the good food in the army.One of them is a tall soldier, and the other two are auxiliary soldiers like Temur.

The Mongolian grasslands are vast and sparsely populated. Many herdsmen walk in the grasslands for ten days and a half months before meeting people. Naturally, they develop a habit of enthusiasm.But Temur grew up in Bansheng. The so-called Bansheng is more like a Han village, but on the territory of the Mongols, it is neither under the management of the Han government nor under the management of the Mongolian princes. transfer station.So Temur just listened to them quietly, occasionally showing some expressions of surprise, envy, and disbelief.

"I heard before that... the Han people are our enemies." Temur whispered, "Why did they recruit us to fight?"

Even in Bansheng, there are often conflicts between Meng and Han.

"Han people can't ride horses." The soldier said proudly: "And they are not used to the hard life on the grassland..."

"It's because the Son of Heaven regards the Mongols as his own people." A Mongolian word with an unusually standard pronunciation interrupted the soldier's speech.

The four of them looked towards the entrance of the tent, and there was a Ming soldier in red clothes, black trousers and long calfskin boots standing in front of them.

This Ming army was obviously an officer, with a bronze star emblem on his shoulder.He wasn't wearing a helmet.But the hair is cut very short, quite like a lama on the prairie.

One of the four was a believer, and immediately knelt down to pay homage to the lama monk.

The officer stepped forward and kicked him: "I'm not a lama." Let him get up.

"I am the chief drill officer of the recruit battalion, the officer in charge of training the recruits." He paced in front of the four of them, "Listen clearly, four of you: it is too late to repent now. Once you enter the barracks, the rules will be stricter. "

No one would rush to serve as a soldier on impulse, especially the one who was thrown here yesterday, if he regretted it, he would have already run away.

"The first rule!" The drill manager suddenly roared: "From now on, there will be no Mongols and Han people, only Ming soldiers! You are born as Ming's people! You die as Ming's dead people! Do you understand!"

Temur couldn't turn the corner for a while. Could it be that once he joined the army, he was not a Mongolian?But this idea just flashed in his mind, and soon disappeared without a trace.And he had unconsciously expressed his understanding along with the other three, and lowered his head heavily.Waiting for orders.

Only then did the drill manager lead the three of them out.There was an extra carriage outside the tent, and four recruits from the city sat on it, all of whom seemed to be Han Chinese.

"My lord, I rode the horse myself," Temur called.

The Baizong stopped at his feet: "Can you send it back?"

"Home is far away..."

"Then raise them in the camp first, and the horse food will be deducted from your military salary." Mr. Bai said: "If you don't want to take a car, just ride a horse and follow."

Temur, of course, chose to take the car.He has always envied the clansmen who have Lele cars at home, and he has long thought about the addiction of riding a car, not to mention that he also pities his old horse, it is always good to make it easier.

The wheels squeaked and turned, and they slowly moved towards the new barracks that had been driven for ten miles.

……

"Look, after killing those Horqin people, many more Han and Mongols came to join the army." Zhou Yuji was quite proud of his wise decision.

Huang Chengming also said: "The Mongols are a tribe that advocates strength. They will submit to whoever has a strong fist. Have you read the historical materials of these Mongolian tribes?"

There is a thick book on the table of the Chinese military tent, with the handwritten title on it: "Mongolia Tribe".

Zhou Yuji curled his lips and said, "Who is patient to watch these things?"

Huang Chengming smiled wryly: "It's also beneficial to have a look. For example, knowing how Chahar (Jia Han) came from, and the relationship between Tatar and Oala, Mobei Mongolia and Monan Mongolia are not the same thing. If we really If you intend to launch a Northern Expedition, the covenants and hatred between these tribes should be able to be used."

"According to me, it's not that complicated," Zhou Yuji said, "Whatever Mongolia is, take away those who are willing to be with us, and kill those who don't."

Huang Chengming laughed dryly.While shaking his head.

Zhou Yuji knew that this was Huang Chengming's disapproval, and said: "You are a scholar, so this kind of strategy is fine. In my opinion, strategies are only useful when you are beyond your power. As long as His Highness agrees to our military expansion plan, we will be able to settle down." Mongolia is simply a trivial matter, and no strategy is as useful as a saber. Do you think this is the truth, trainer?"

"The trainer doesn't like to hear that," Huang Chengming shook his head and said, "Go talk to your chief of staff."

"I forgot for a while, and I still regarded you as the chief of staff." Zhou Yuji laughed.

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