Chapter 60 There is a ghost on the ground

There are tribes of all sizes located on the busy grassland, dotted with green fields like stars, pursuing herds in spring and summer, moving south in autumn and winter, reversing and replacing every year.

This year's autumn comes earlier than in previous years and is colder. As soon as August comes, the wind is like a knife, the plants wither, and by September it is snowy and the rivers are dry. Many tribes cannot stand the harsh environment and move to places further south, even reaching the territory of the Song Dynasty.

It seems that there is a will in the dark. The tribal migration on the grassland and the current dispute between the north and the south are echoing each other at this moment. Since the end of the summer, the entire grassland tribe has moved south under the leadership of Khan, hoisting it on the border of Mongolia and Song, like a bloodthirsty scimitar, sturdy on the neck of the Song Dynasty.

The ultimate showdown between heaven and earth is about to begin. Since the Li Tang Dynasty, after five dynasties and ten countries, Liao, Jin, Song and Meng, the war that lasted for hundreds of years has finally evolved into the current Mongolian and Song decisive battle.

Before this, disputes in troubled times, grudges and grudges entangled. After this, success, kings and defeats, the world will be united.

Faced with Qiang Meng's pressing step by step, the Southern Song Dynasty was still full of food and food, and the internal struggle was endless. The shame of Jingkang had already been left behind.

The Zhao family emperor was in a bad state and was afraid that the military generals would imitate him. He then used the yellow robe to add to his body. Therefore, he valued literature over military force and suppressed it blindly, so that the literati were frivolous and gathered to form a party. In times of crisis, he talked about war on paper, and was useless.

Due to the long-term failure of the military general, he became more and more frustrated with the king and treacherous ministers and wrongly killed loyal and kind-hearted. Since Yue Fei was killed, he lost all his morale. Seeing that the Xia general was in decline, no one could turn the tide and save the country and the people from the fire.

Compared to the incompetence of the court, the feelings of family and country are more obvious in the wild world. Before the butcher's butcher's knife fell, countless men were ready to die and faced difficulties, like sharp arrows shooting towards the distant northern grassland, shooting towards the Mongolian tribe covered with blood from the Han people.

The Monger tribe, a small tribe scattered around the periphery of the Central Army, was originally doing nothing, but recently encountered a strange thing.

This place is more than ten days away from the Khan Camp of Qiyan's tribe. It is an inconspicuous turnover station in the north of the grassland, which is specifically responsible for the turnover and transportation of personnel and materials. In order to achieve the final decisive battle in the Mongolian and Song dynasties, the northern grassland was almost drained at this time, and the station also seemed quite monotonous and boring.

Although the Monger tribe was small, there were thousands of tribes at its peak. They were good at fighting and were quite powerful. Unfortunately, they were all heroes on the grassland at that time, and heroes emerged. No matter how brave the tribe was, it could not withstand the impact of the torrent of steel. In the end, they could only become the vassal of the winners, and were broken up and exploited, and the last strong one was eliminated. The remaining old, weak, women and children were arranged to take care of the material road here.

A few days ago, two soldiers who were patrolling in Yì suddenly suffered an accident. Their death was quite strange. They had wide eyes, their faces were frightened, and there was no scar on their bodies, as if they were scared to death.

At first, the clan leader Damansa didn't care, but sent a few people to check it out, and then the matter was finished and the funeral was done.

Just after the clinker was buried, several people who buried the people died immediately. The death was no different from the former, and it was like encountering an evil ghost to seek life.

The clan leader was shocked and quickly sent the clan doctor to check. The doctor took the order and left. After half a day, he returned. When he saw the clan leader, he was about to speak, but suddenly his face turned blue and he smiled strangely, and fell to the ground and died.

As soon as this happened, the Menger tribe was instantly panicked. They all thought that it had caused a plague and quickly sent someone to report to the Khan Central Army and asked the shaman to come and exorcise the evil spirits.

Damansha even strictly ordered everyone to prohibit going out, and a special person would graze and get milk. Before the priest arrived, he had to move around his felt bag and prohibited from interacting with each other.

But one day, the entire tribe was like a pool of stagnant water, and there was almost no living person walking around. Only those silent felt bags stood on the grassland, brewing invisible crises.

Night fell, in the center of the tribe, in the warm and spacious yurt, the clan leader Damansha was like the past. The emergence of the plague did not make him slightly restrained, but instead became more indulgent.

The wine and women plundered from the south made him intoxicated all day long, singing and dancing, not knowing the year and month

After a while, two strong men entered the yurt. One of them was Damansha's second son Mengtuo, and the other was the fourth son Wuba. The father and son gathered together, like three male beasts making a fuss. While eating wine and enjoying themselves, they rode the beautiful female slaves captured from the south, raped them wantonly, and the scene was unsightly.

I don’t know how long it took, but after the three of them vented their animal desires, Damansa pushed his left and right and said to the second son: During the day, it is to confuse outsiders, so it is inconvenient to say more. Tonight, you rushed to see the National Master overnight and asked him to send his disciples to our department...

The two of them didn't understand why, Meng Tuo said: Haven't you already invited the priest? Although the Wushan Sect is strong, it cannot cure the plague.

Wu Ba echoed: Don’t worry, my father, my son is strong and not afraid of the plague!

Stupid! Damansha cursed angrily, summoned his two sons to the front, and whispered: This is not a plague, it is the "Nan Ghost" coming!

When the two heard this, their eyes changed instantly, and their eyes were involuntarily patrolling around, as if they were in a trap full of dangers. At any time, there would be cold arrows and poisonous smoke coming, killing them on the spot.

The word "Southern Ghost" is a nightmare for the tribes of the grassland now. Especially the nobles of the powerful and nobles are even more unable to sleep or eat, and they are always on the verge of dikes, for fear that they will become dead souls under the knife if they are accidentally killed.

These assassins who came from the south were all agile and skilled in martial arts. They were specially lurking in various tribes, waiting for opportunities to assassinate powerful generals, obtain intelligence, and destroy the Mongolian army's dispatch. Their various methods were unpredictable, so they were called Southern Ghosts by various tribes, which were as insidious as ghosts and were as traitorous as ghosts.

So far, several generals have been lost under the swords of these assassins, which is something that the Southern Song Dynasty court has never done on the battlefield.

The emergence of the Southern Ghost caused the tribes to be in a panic and greatly delayed the integration and dispatch on the grassland. Khan had sent commands to various departments several times to improve defense measures and offer rewards to the Southern Ghost. He also ordered the Wushan Sect masters to guard all places and fight openly and secretly with the Southern Ghost, and then gradually controlled the situation.

As the struggle continued, the originally scattered southern ghosts gradually united together to form a force that cannot be ignored, and various means emerged one after another. Sometimes they gathered to attack and sometimes disappeared and disappeared, which was elusive.

Rumor has it that Guo Jing, the Northern Hero, one of the strongest martial arts in the southern martial arts world, has quietly lurked in the grassland and become the leader of the Southern Ghosts. Under his leadership, the Southern Ghosts are well organized and have succeeded repeatedly, becoming a powerful enemy of the Wushan Sect.

There are even rumors that Wushan National Master has fought with Guo Jing several times, but he cannot be captured. The National Master seems to have been injured, so Guo Jing's martial arts are even stronger.

These thrilling battles all occurred among the main forces of the Mongolian army, and revolved around important figures and events. The Mengge tribe was far away from the northern Gobi Desert, far from the central army of Qiyan tribe. Most of them were elderly, weak, women and children, and had no value for assassination. The southern ghost suddenly appeared here, but I don’t know what the purpose was, or maybe it was really just a plague?

My father...will you make a mistake? This is just a plague... Meng Tuo still asked with a fluke mentality

As the son of the patriarch, he is brave and good at fighting on weekdays and has never been timid. However, the Southern Ghost is already a shadow in the hearts of all races. There are countless horror legends. They never face people head-on, but will only quietly harvest their lives in the dark night.

Have you ever seen the plague at this time? Damansa shook his head, looked at the two sons in front of him, and said: Don’t be lucky. How much of their women and wealth we have enjoyed, the Nangui wants to kill us! Now, they are here to seek their lives!

But, we are worthless...

Have you forgotten that the left wing chief general Hermenggen is on the way to the north and will pass here in two days. He is the biggest target of the "Southern Ghost"!

The two of them were speechless when they heard this. When they recalled the strange things that happened in the past two days, they felt solemn in their hearts. It seemed that the Nangui had really come, and it was coming in full force, and they no longer cared about their exposure.

Hela Menggen is the Khan's confidant general and one of the only tens of thousands of households in the Mongolian army. He was born in the northern Ula cadre tribe. He was tall and mighty, lustful and fond of killing. In recent years, he followed the Khan to fight and slaughter many cities, which made the Southern Song court shuddered.

Such a character is naturally also the key target of the Southern Ghost. If Hela Menggen encounters an accident in the Monger tribe, the father and son will naturally be unable to escape the blame. Relying on the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people in their tribe, they will not be able to resist the elusive Nan Ghost.

Damansa stood up, her old body exuded a sharp aura, and she shouted: I am the only two sons left, you can't do anything else, now listen to my orders! Wuba immediately sets off and goes to find the Wushan National Master, worships his Wushan Sect, even if Meng Tuo, as a slave, intercepts the Wanhu Chang team, inform him of the situation here and let him be prepared!

My father, really has reached this point? At worst, I can fight against those "Nan Ghosts". I don't believe that I can't find them! Meng Tuo said angrily

Enough! Damansa glared and revealed an unquestionable look. The "Nan Ghost" is elusive and has strange methods. This action must be extraordinary. I am not afraid of us fighting. Our tribe's headquarters are all old, weak, sick and disabled. We cannot fight against them. We should do as quickly as I said!

Mengtuo, Wuba was unwilling to accept it, but he also knew that it was of great importance. If you were not careful, you would cause death and die. You immediately took the order and left.

Damansa sent the two away and sat alone in the yurt drinking. Looking at the dazzling array of treasures, thinking about the luxury and women I enjoyed over the years, I suddenly felt unreal.

He committed no less sin than anyone else. He burned, killed, looted, and was covered in blood. I don’t know how many people in the Southern Song Dynasty were separated in his hands and their wives and children were separated and their families were destroyed. But he felt that this was the wealth given to him by immortality, and this was his pride

Those damn Nanguis dared to resist. Although they were old, as long as their two sons were still alive, they would sooner or later kill all the Nan people and make them slaves under their feet forever.

Thinking of this, Damansa's heart was full of bloodthirsty desire, and he was about to summon the female slaves of the southerners and do sexual intercourse again.

At this moment, a guard walked out of the felt door and reported: The clan leader has not noticed anything unusual!

That's good, what about other tribesmen?

More than ten more people died suddenly for no reason, and the death was the same as before.

Damansa's eyes twitched, and his face instantly grim. It took him a long time to let the guard retreat, but he decided in his heart that he would kill at least twenty female slaves tonight, including those pregnant, and dig open their stomachs and let Nangui take a good look.

As soon as the guard left, he saw Meng Tuo return to the tent and said anxiously: Oh no, my father, I just received the news that the team of Chief Wanhu will arrive at the headquarters tonight

Damansa was shocked: Tonight? Then you go and greet him in advance, inform him of the current situation, and make him be wary of being more alert, although he was shocked, he quickly ordered things, and arranged for personal guards to prepare wine and food, select beautiful female slaves from the clan, and prepare to present them to Hela Menggen. The name of this family of thousands of households is well known to everyone. Every time they go, they will collect local beauty. If they are not satisfied, they will raise their swords to slaughter the city. No one dares to touch his bad temper.

After Damansa made arrangements, he saw Mengtuo still standing there, looking down at his feet blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, and couldn't help but scold: Why are you standing there? Why don't you go quickly!

Meng Tuo seemed to have not heard it, and continued to look at his feet. After a while, he raised his head stiffly and said slowly: Hela Menggen... is the commander of the left-wing ten thousand men. If he dies here, the Mongolian army will inevitably be greatly affected. Am I right?

Damansa looked suspicious, not knowing that Meng Tuowei said this, and said in a deep voice: He is the commander of the left wing and is in charge of tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. It is naturally very important. If it weren't for the death of the Ulagan clan leader this time, he wouldn't have rushed back at this time. What do you think of this?

Meng Tuo did not answer, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and said: Since that's the case, let's kill him!

Damansa was shocked. He didn't expect his son to say such stupid words. If something happened to Hela Menggen here, no one from the Monger tribe could live. He couldn't help but scold: Could it be crazy! Do you want the entire family to be buried with you?!

Meng Tuo smiled, and it was strange, as if the cold wind blew over the broken dead bones, making people feel chilled

He reached out and touched his stiff neck, opened his mouth and smiled: Of course... Of course, I want it, this is the best, the whole world is quiet...

You...what did you say? Damansa opened his eyes wide, looked at Meng Tuogao in front of him, raising his neck, and laughing wildly as if he hadn't been with him day and night, he could hardly believe that the person in front of him was his son

At this moment, Wu Ba also opened the felt door and walked in, and also opened his mouth and echoed: Yes, yes, everyone is dead, good tonight, if it is too late, you will become a lonely ghost...

The two of them raised their heads and laughed wildly, laughing wildly, and their hoarse laughter seemed to be the cold wind blowing from hell, which made people feel cold all over their bodies, and their bodies were stuck there diagonally like two wooden stakes, extremely stiff.

You...you were captured in the evil deeds of the Southern Ghost!

Such a strange scene made Damansha feel frightened and instinctively thought of all kinds of evil deeds of the Nangui. The two laughing men seemed to hear his words, stretched out their hands to straighten their heads and looked at him straight.

Evil method...? Mengtuo grinned, and the corners of his mouth cracked upwards in an incredible arc until they broke to the ear. He reached out and picked up his head and lifted it up suddenly. With a strange crack, the head broke from his neck, and was held in the air by his hand, and the cracked mouth still laughed: Is it... like this?