Chapter Forty-Eight: Turning Heads Between Success and Failure (II)
Char He did not dare to be careless, bowed his head and smiled: "Don't hide from our princesses, these people are all displaced people who fled from Liaodong to our Horqin, and they just happened to be caught by our brothers, it is as simple as that." ”
Da Yu'er was bent on getting the paper fan in his hand. Yang Xiankai was an all-rounder of literature and martial arts, taught himself a lot of Han cultural knowledge, and taught himself some fist and foot kung fu. However, in addition to the cattle and sheep sabre in the Horqin grassland, there are no valuables to give away, and when I saw Char and the folding fan in his hand today, I thought that I would take this fan for myself and send it to Mr. Yang.
She continued, "We Korqin people have always been herders who herd horses and sheep, and even if we shoot hunting, we also shoot some jackals, which shows the bravery of our Horqin people." But what you shoot is not a wild wolf or dog, but you want to catch some wandering Han people to make prey. You are so insulting to the purpose of our nomadic archery. ”
She was angry in her words, but turned her face and asked, "What are you going to do with them?" Char and looking at this group of trembling Han Chinese, they were like criminals who were about to go to the guillotine. Char He listened to Da Yu'er's words, his heart was suffocated, but he couldn't have a seizure, he didn't know what Da Yu'er was going to do, and with a smile on his face, he said, "I will worship them to Tengger." ”
Da Yu'er was silent for a moment, she had long heard her father say that many of the Han people were full of poetry and books, or there were many people of insight who were skilled in one skill, only because of the years of wars in Manchuria, they were displaced, uprooted, and panicked like dogs who had lost their families. Thinking that these people were the same, forced by the war to become displaced people, but there was a kind of compassion in her heart, she decided to save these Han people.
Da Yu'er jumped off his horse, glanced at these Han people whose hands were tied, and said to Char He, "My father lacks a few miscellaneous people in his account, so why don't you transfer these people to me?" Her voice was soft, like a lark on the prairie.
Char and now knew Da Yu'er's little trick, but how could his booty be given to others casually? But if you don't send it, if you offend her, you will not have a peaceful day in the future.
He smiled and said, "Our good character, are you laughing?" Da Yu'er said with a serious face, "I never laugh." They are just a few Han slaves, do I have to lie to you? Char He said, "Zhaisanbele is the wise man and leader of our Korqin, he has always been kind and has never oppressed us, the underlings." He is more clear about public and private, and he will not rob us of our booty. Distributing our booty ourselves has always been our habit in Korqin. ”
Da Yu'er didn't expect Char And to give himself such a faceless face. She hated being used to suppress herself with the legal system of her ancestors and her own father, and she decided to teach this guy a lesson.
Da Yu'er casually handed the horse reins to Yang Xiankai, and his body flew up, bullying himself to Char He, "snapping" a few times, and gave him a few slaps. She has been practicing kung fu with Yang Xiankai since she was a child, and she has also achieved small success and shot quickly.
Char He had not yet seen how she was going to shoot, but there were more than a dozen mouths on her face, and she was immediately stunned. The corners of his mouth were oozing blood, and everyone was stunned, no one thought that Dayu'er would actually have such a skill. No one could have imagined that Da Yu'er would actually beat Up Char He for a few Han Chinese.
More than a dozen soldiers were even more stunned to become wooden people there, and they all knew that Dayu'er's kung fu was learned from the man behind him. Da Yu'er looked back at Yang Xiankai, who did not make a sound, gently stroked the goatee, and just nodded approvingly.
The soldiers all thought that this unassuming man wanted to come to the martial arts definitely several times higher than That of Da Yu'er, and if he was angry, it would be easy to take his own head. Thinking of this, the soldier's face couldn't help but turn pale, and the pestle didn't know where to be good.
Char He knew that Dayu'er was the daughter of Zhai Sang Belle, and Yang Xiankai was a red person around Zhai Sang Belle. At first sight, Da Yu'er had just taken off and knew that he was by no means their opponent, so he did not dare to shout loudly, only to swallow the grievances of his stomach, but when he had time, he had to go to Zhai Sang Belle to complain to them well. But he couldn't guess why Da Yu'er had to have these Han chinese slaves in his hands? But I had just received a few slaps, but I didn't dare to ask.
When Da Yu'er saw Char and the red and swollen face, her heart was also unbearable, but she was afraid that he would go to his father to play some right and wrong. She decided to teach him a good lesson today, her eyes rolled, she counted her heart, and said, "Since you don't want to transfer these Han people to me." How about we take a game? If I lose, these people you take away. If you lose, then obediently give these people to me, how about it? ”
Char and his face was burning with pain, listening to Da Yu'er's words, he knew that she would not give up easily today, on martial arts, his own was not as good as Da Yu'er, but if he tried other things, he would not lose to her. What's more, more than a dozen soldiers behind them are looking at themselves, if they don't dare to fight, how to serve the public?
He sneered and said, "Since that's the case, I'll try it with you." But don't know what we are better than? Da Yu'er touched his chin, looked at Yang Xiankai, and said, "Compared to wrestling, I am definitely not your opponent, and than archery, I will not be your opponent." If you talk about martial arts, let others think that I am bullying you. But we are all Horqin people, we are all Genghis Khan Iron Wood real Mongolian iron horsemen, we have grown up on this grassland since childhood, then we are compared to a race horse, how? ”
Char He looked at the horse under his crotch, he knew that although Da Yu'er was a daughter, he had learned the art of riding and shooting since he was a child, and he would never lose to any man in Korqin, and Da Yu'er was under a rare good horse, and his own horse was better than hers anyway.
But if you don't dare to fight, it is to admit that you have failed, and you will never be able to raise your head in Korqin in the future.
When Da Yu'er saw him hesitate, she deliberately provoked him, saying, "Char He of Tangtang Korqin, actually did not dare to compete with me, a little girl?" If the korqin people knew, wouldn't it become a joke for everyone? I think you'll be kicked out of Korqin when the time comes. ”
Da Yu'er looked at Char and the dozen or so soldiers with spears behind him and laughed, "Do you still want to follow Char and?" He doesn't even have the guts to compete with my big jade, follow him, do you have any future? Da Yu'er's words seemed to have been recognized by everyone, and more than a dozen Mongol soldiers all shouted at Char He, saying, "Fight, fight." ”
The middle-aged man listened to the three words "Big Yu'er" and his heart trembled. She turned out to be the person she was looking for, The Dragon Zi's girlfriend, Dayu'er. He squinted in pain at the young offspring behind him. Young offspring seem to understand something too. But neither of them spoke.
Chalho's face was flushed, his blood was gushing, and the manhood could not frighten a little girl. He looked at the dozen or so soldiers behind him who were shouting, and said angrily but fiercely, "Well, I will accept your challenge." ”
Chalhe continued, "If I, Chalhe, lose, these slaves will belong to you, but what if you lose?" Da Yu'er smiled slightly, "No, but, in order to make you steady, I can also tell you my bet." If I lose, the fast horse under me will be given to you. ”
Char He nodded and looked at the red-maned horse, he knew that it was a birthday gift from Zhaisan Belle to Dayu'er, but it was a purebred good horse, and the whole of Korqin could not find a second horse. He knew that Da Yu'er was determined to win today, but he didn't want to lose too badly.
He looked at Da Yu'er, a girl as beautiful as a heavenly immortal. He frowned, rolled his eyes, counted his thoughts, and suddenly said, "If you lose, I don't want your horse." But..." Da Yu'er didn't think about Chal He's flower heart, and said, "But, but what." You don't want my horse, so what do you want? Just say it. Char He pointed at Da Yu'er and said, "I want you." If you lose, I want you to be my wife, do you dare to fight? ”
In fact, Char He had long coveted the beauty of Dayu'er, but he knew that he was never so lucky. He knew that if Da Yu'er was sure of something, he would definitely try his best to do it, and he didn't want to form any bond with Da Yu'er. When he saw that Dayu'er had to compete with himself on a horse, he used this radical technique to make her retreat.
Da Yu'er's face was crimson, and the problem of the battle was like a leather ball in his arms again. But she looked at these Han people in front of her, and she looked at Yang Xiankai next to her, but she saw Yang Xiankai holding his goatee beard, with a slight smile on his face, a look of confidence, and his heart was like eating a reassuring pill, "Well, I promise you?" ”
A dozen soldiers cheered even more, because they never imagined that the daughter of Sambel of Korqin village would bet on horse racing for a group of Han slaves and Chalhe. And her bet is more about her own marriage. They wonder what the end will look like. If Da Yu'er wins, Char and just throw away a bunch of celestial slaves, that's nothing. Anyway, now that daming manchuria is fiercely fighting, a large number of displaced people will pass through Horqin every day. If Char He wins, whether Da Yu'er will fulfill the contract and marry Char He, that is what they want to see now. If Char He really wins the big yu'er and marries her into the door, it will be the most incredible thing for Korqin.
Yang Xiankai approached Da Yu'er and whispered to her, "Think about the story of tian ji horse racing that I told you." The story can evolve into more playarounds. Da Yu'er remembered that Yang Xiankai had told him a lot of strange things, and had also heard Yang Xiankai talk about the Thirty-Six Plans and Sun Tzu's Art of War.
Overhearing Yang Xiankai talking about Tian Ji horse racing, he seemed to understand something in his heart.
Yang Xiankai continued: "To do anything, you must use your brain to think clearly, and then do it with your heart." Yang Xian opened his ear and gave a few words to Da Yu'er, and everyone could not clearly distinguish what he said. But seeing the smile of victory on Dayu'er's face, she couldn't help but nod her head, as if the victory was already in her hands.
Da Yu'er was full of spring breeze and looked at the group of slaves who were about to arrive. These slaves were of little use to her. All she had in mind was the folding fan.
Da Yu'er pointed to a high ground not far away, where a green meadow was being grazed, where a horse was eating grass with its head down, and a young man in armor was lying on the grass, enjoying the glory of the sunset. He still had a stick of grass in his mouth, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
Da Yu'er said, "Do you see that high ground clearly?" You'll hear me clearly, and we'll see whose horses get to that high ground first and come back here first. Char He didn't think much about it, snorted coldly, and said, "Will I still be afraid of you?" ”
Da Yu'er said to a dozen Mongolian soldiers, "You are now the referee, polish your eyes." ”
She said to a group of stupid Han people: "You can also help me pray." If I win, you will all be free, but if I lose, then you will be used by Charl and to worship Tengri. ”
A group of Han Chinese were all terrified, and their fate was suddenly in the hands of the entire girl in front of them. They all began to pray silently, praying that Da Yu'er would win Char and. But the middle-aged man had a smile on his face. He knew that with Yang Xiankai's help, Dayu'er would definitely be able to win over Char He.
Da Yu'er and Char and riding their own horses stood on the same starting point. Both men looked at the high ground in the distance, as if someone was waving at them, telling them to hurry up and ride over.
A soldier holds a long whip in his hand, and when his long whip falls to the ground, it is the beginning of the real contest between the two people. Whoever loses or wins is a good show for these soldiers. But for these Han slaves, that would be the difference between life and death.
The soldier looked at the confident Charl and the whip raised in his hand was like a trembling snake landing on the ground.
Char and the whip in his hand whipped the horse's ass hard, and the horse hurt like an arrow off the string. Da Yu'er took a deep breath and gently jumped off the horse, everyone didn't know why Da Yu'er jumped off the horse, everyone's eyes looked at her, everyone's forehead was oozing sweat, and their lives were in the hands of Da Yu'er.
Da Yu'er looked at this group of Han slaves, and she seemed to have understood the panic and begging in their eyes. Da Yu'er smiled, like a blooming flower, she patted the horse's head, attached to the horse's ear and whispered a few words, the horse seemed to understand her words, and then galloped up and ran to the distant highlands.
Char and peeked back, his face had changed, the red-maned fast horse had followed, but there was no one on the horse's back. Char and Tightened the reins of the horse, and looking back, Da Yu'er had already talked and laughed with a dozen soldiers, as if he was laughing at himself.
Char He turned the horse's head and galloped back again, looking at Da Yu'er like a crazy lion roaring, "Da Yu'er, what do you mean by this?" Are you playing with me? Da Yu'er deliberately asked in a daze, "What do you mean?" I don't understand your words? Char said, "What does it mean that you let your horse run over and you're waiting here?" Isn't it a joke on me? ”
With a deliberately long "whoosh" sound, Da Yu'er seemed to understand the meaning of Char's words, and said, "What I just said is very clear, and everyone can understand it, we just want to see whose horse arrives at that high ground first." It's just horses, and I didn't say that people have to pass, did they? You have a problem with your ears, but you want to come to me obscure, isn't there something wrong with you? ”
Da Yu'er looked at his own horses on the high ground in the distance, and continued to Char, "Look there, my horse has reached the highland, but your horse is still whirling in place, and you have already lost." Let's see who came back here first, and you haven't forgotten it. I didn't leave, of course I got back here first, am I not wrong? ”
The "buzz" of Char and his head was like thousands of flies flapping their wings together in his ears, making him a mess. Char He knew that he had been deceived, and his angry and corrupt speech had already stuttered, "You, you, you are clearly deceitful? ”
Da Yu'er shook her head, "There are clouds in the art of war, and the soldiers are not tired of deception." Surprised, attacked. You must have heard of it too, right? Do you think that at that time, the ancestor Genghis Khan Iron Wood was really able to lead our Mongol army to conquer everywhere, and really thought that it was because of our iron horse that was fast and fast? That is still necessary to use the art of war. ”
Da Yu'er turned to Yang Xiankai's side, deliberately raised his voice, and said, "Mr. Yang is really powerful, let me win Char He with a little trick." Yang Xian nodded slightly and did not make a sound.
Char He looked at Yang Xiankai with angry eyes, but Yang Xiankai didn't seem to see anything, but a pair of eyes were fixed on the armored young man lying on the ground enjoying the sunset in the distance.
Da Yu'er looked at a dozen soldiers armed with long guns and smiled, "Char Erhe has already lost, don't you let anyone go?" Do you still want me to do it myself? A dozen soldiers looked at each other, none of them knew how to be good, and they all stared at Char and.
With a smile on her face, Da Yu'er looked at Char He, who was already red in the face, and said, "You don't admit defeat? Char He had heard the sound of his teeth fighting, his fists had been clenched, but he could not have a seizure, Dayu'er was the daughter of The Horqin Steppe Village Sambel, and no one could offend her. What's more, there was a person with superb martial arts skills beside her, who had already suffered a loss, so she was determined not to let herself suffer again, and the few slaps she had just been slapped were still faintly painful.
Char He sighed and admitted his defeat, and he waved his hand to signal the release of this group of Han slaves.