Chapter 565: The Scorpion Woman

Of course, Tenger was afraid that he would kill him. After walking northwest for about twenty minutes, he said, "Walk forward, it's Mr. Wu'en's yurt, and there are people patrolling there."

Zhang Haotian had already felt the lights in front of him. Looking from behind a yurt, he suddenly saw an open space in front. A wooden fence of two or three meters high was surrounded by a wooden fence of fifty or sixty meters outside the open space. There were yurts of large and small, and it was impossible to see how many of them were. There were windproof lanterns hanging above the wooden fence, so you could see people patrolling inside from time to time.

Tenger pointed and said, "This is the camp of Master Shatle and his people. In the past, the camps of the nobles were originally built together with the yurts inside, but in recent years it has become like this. Every noble has built a camp with his own civilian fence. Without a notice, he cannot get in."

Among the Mongolian nobles, the people are generally rewarded by the kings of the tribe for their merits or favors. The few are dozens of people, and the most can reach hundreds or even thousands. In order to prevent accidents, the nobles set up other camps in the group, which was understandable, but Tenger said that the nobles suddenly had such a defense in recent years, and there were problems in it.

He waved his palm on the back of Tenger's head and saw a food carriage not far away. The horse was led into the horse shed, but the underbody could cover the wind and snow, so he dragged him in. Although it was difficult to guarantee that the boy would not be frozen to death by the low temperature, for him, he could only do this.

After putting down Tengel, Zhang Haotian went to observe the fence again, but saw someone patrolling back and forth. Of course, the fewer people knew, the better. He must not disturb outsiders. He lay on the ground and crawled forward slowly. Through the fence, the people inside could not see clearly.

After enduring the biting cold, ten minutes later, he arrived at the fence and looked inside through the fence and saw at least hundreds of yurts. It was obvious that Nathale had a great status in Botgeki's tribe, but there were a few sentry patrolling along the fence alternately.

After observing for a while, I realized that there would be a gap of time when these sentry teams crossed, and the gap was very small, only one or two minutes. He had to climb over the fence in one or two minutes and then hide in the yurt inside.

At this time, a group of sentries walked past the fence in front of him, and the next group of sentries came, and it would take a minute or two to come.

Zhang Haotian no longer hesitated and stood up suddenly. However, the moment he stood up, he felt that his hands and feet seemed numb, but at this moment he did not allow him to move his hands and feet. He could only grit his teeth and control his joint muscles, use his hands and feet together, climbed up the fence more than two meters high, and when he jumped down, his knees were so numb that he couldn't bear it, which made him fall to the ground.

At this moment, he had heard a "gazi" sound of snow stepping on the snow. When he knew that the sentry was coming, he hurriedly crawled towards a yurt twenty meters away. Just as his body arrived, he had already seen the sentry appear in front of him. He quickly rolled his body and entered the yurt. After hearing the movements outside, it was obvious that the sentry did not notice him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

After resting for a while with his yurt and trying to be flexible in his limbs, Zhang Haotian continued to walk forward. Although he didn't know where Shatele was, since he set up sentries outside, it was impossible for him to be on duty outside his yurt. Moreover, according to Zhang Haotian's experience, the yurts where the nobles lived were larger than ordinary people's places. Based on these two clues, it was not difficult to find them.

Sure enough, after walking forward for about a hundred meters, he saw a ray of light. He looked forward through a yurt and saw that there was an independent yurt forty or fifty meters away in front of the right. There were windproof lights hanging on all sides. On these four sides, two men carrying carriages and scimitars were guarded, with no dead corners to sneak in at all.

Although these people must be Sha Tele's confidants, Zhang Haotian knew that the fewer things he had met Sha Tele, the better, so he could only wait quietly for the opportunity.

After waiting for an hour, I saw a man guarding the west walking towards a shed on the east side. When Zhang Haotian saw the style of the shed, he knew it was a toilet. In fact, the Mongolians did not like to be clean as the outside world imagined. They had strict management of feces and urine, and they should never scatter randomly. Especially in the tribes by the water, they would be more strict, but they were afraid that they would immerse themselves in the ground and affect the water quality.

Zhang Haotian quietly bypassed the two yurts and headed towards the shed on the east side. After entering, a stench came towards him, but Zhang Haotian didn't care, because he had heard a man was humming and stool, obviously defecating, and it was not smooth, and his defecation was not smooth. It was one of the common problems of Mongolians who ate less vegetables with cattle and sheep as the main food.

At this moment, Zhang Haotian walked over quickly. The man was squatting. When he saw a figure coming in, he thought it was his companion. As soon as he raised his head to say hello, Zhang Haotian slashed behind his head and fell softly to the ground.

After knocking down this person, Zhang Haotian quickly stripped off his leather jacket and hat and quickly put it on his body. Although he felt a little shorter, he would never notice it without looking carefully. He walked out of the shed, lowered his head slightly, and headed towards the west of the Chatele yurt.

The other person on the west side obviously didn't expect that he was not his companion. He didn't even look at him at the beginning. It was not until he was close that he turned his head and said, "Hu and Lu, it's almost time. It's time to ask Qingge and the others to get up and take over us. The weather is so cold."

Of course, Zhang Haotian couldn't answer him, but accelerated his pace and walked towards him.

At this time, the man saw Zhang Haotian's figure clearly, felt something was wrong, his face changed, and he was shouting loudly, but Zhang Haotian had already reached out and grabbed his neck, then quickly flashed behind him, slashed hard on the back of his head, and the man also fell on the snow.

Zhang Haotian pulled the man into it to avoid seeing people from the other two sides. Then he picked up a scimitar, cut the yurt, and got in. The windproof lamp outside shone inside, but he saw about a hundred square meters. There was a floor pavement near the east, and two people were asleep on the floor pavement, so naturally it was Shatle and his woman.

As he approached the ground pave, Zhang Haotian inserted the scimitar into his waist, squatted down, and covered the mouths of the two people at the same time.

The two people in their sleep were covered by someone and immediately woke up and struggled. Zhang Haotian had already seen the man's gray hair and beard clearly. It was Sha Tele. He quickly lowered his voice and said, "Master Sha Tele, don't be afraid. I am the Hardan Batel you have met today. There are very important things to discuss with you. Prince Baoyin of Tumen and Princess Barina seem to not welcome me, so he took the liberty to come to you."

When Shatle listened to his voice, he stopped struggling, but nodded, indicating that he already knew who he was.

Zhang Haotian slowly let go of his mouth. Without waiting for Zhang Haotian to give instructions, Shatele said to the woman beside him: "Saya, don't speak out, this is the King of Tatarot tribe, he has no malice when he comes in."

Seeing that the woman was nodding, Zhang Haotian let go of his other hand.

Shatle sat up at this time, looked at Zhang Haotian, who seemed a little hazy in the darkness and said, "Prince Hadanbatel, if you come in like this, what important things do you have to tell me."

Zhang Haotian was worried that the person who was knocked out of him would be discovered by others and shouted, "Master Xia Tele, it's not the time to speak now. I knocked out your two guards outside. There was also a boy named Tenger who was knocked out by me and hid under the carriage fifty meters southwest corner of the fence. You can do this and don't let others notice it."

Shatle nodded, hurriedly put on his robe, asked the woman to light the light, and then walked out.

After a while, the lights in the tent lit up. Zhang Haotian saw the woman clearly, but saw that it was an elderly woman at least over 60 years old. She had a mediocre appearance but fair skin. She probably should be Sha Tele's eldest wife, so she laughed.

The elderly woman was also looking at him and smiled and said, "Prince Hadanbatel, my name is Gina. When your father came to Botgeqi's tribe for more than thirty years, he went to my yurt to be a passerby, but your appearance is more handsome than your father and more like your mother."

Since Shatle was the person in charge of receiving his father at the time of Botge's department, it was not surprising that his wife had met his father, but when he heard Gina's tone, he actually met his mother. He said in surprise: "Madam Gina, have you ever seen my mother?"

Mrs. Gina said "Hmm" and said, "I've seen it, but not a real person. Prince Hadan Zhaorige has a photo of your mother. I've shown it to me. She is a very beautiful Han woman. Your father makes her the eldest princess desperately. It's really admirable. Are they okay?"

Mrs. Gina was full of kindness to her parents, and Zhang Haotian was moved, but when she thought that she had not seen what her parents looked like, she suddenly felt a little sobbing and said sadly: "They are dead, they were killed by the enemy."

When Mrs. Gina heard this, she was immediately surprised and said, "Being killed by the enemy, your father is King Tatarot, the most noble person in Mongolian status, and the leader of the four major royal families, who dares to harm him?"

Zhang Haotian gritted his teeth and said, "It was Aldun Leng's envoy, Surile and Dariachi as accomplices, and they joined forces to attack our Tatarot tribe. In order to attract the attention of the enemy, my parents were shot and killed on the horse together to attract the attention of the enemy."

Hearing this, Mrs. Gina sighed and said, "It turned out to be them. No wonder these three princes didn't look very intimate when they came to Botgeki's tribe with Prince Hadan Zhaorige last time. It's a pity, it's such a pity."

As he was talking, he saw Shatele coming in again. Before he could ask, Mrs. Gina came forward and told Zhang Haotian's parents about it.

Shatle listened silently, without saying much, but asked Zhang Haotian to sit on the table on the right, and asked Mrs. Gina to pick up milk tea from the warm stove in the middle of the yurt to pour him a cup of milk. Zhang Haotian was only wearing a single dress and was extremely cold. He quickly held it in his hand and took a sip. At this time, Mrs. Gina brought another fox-haired robe and asked him to wear it on her body.

Shatle sat beside Zhang Haotian, stared at him for a while and said, "Prince Hadanbatel, you said in the main account that the Tatarot tribe had suffered a disaster in the afternoon. Is this the case?"

Zhang Haotian nodded and said, "My father passed away thirty years ago. In recent years, the Great Shaman brought the remaining Tatarot tribes to survive in the Shengling Forbidden Area. However, some time ago, we had a bloody battle with the coalition forces of the Boyan tribe and the Ita tribe. There were only a few hundred Tatarot tribes left, and most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled. The Great Shaman mentioned the Botgeki tribe to me. Therefore, I thought that I would borrow soldiers here, not much, two or three thousand."

Shatle fell silent again, and after a long time, she sighed: "Prince Hadanbatel, you may be disappointed. It is good that Botgeki tribe is a branch of the Tatarot tribe, but I believe you have heard of the grudge between Prince Sud and Prince Zhuogetu in the past. Prince Zhuogetu vowed that Botgeki tribe will never return to the Tatarot tribe, and we must obey this."

Zhang Haotian immediately said: "Master Xia Tele, I want to ask you, for the Mongolians, is it important to the Saint Ancestor or the Prince Zhuogetu's words?"

Shatle said without hesitation: "Of course the words of the Holy Ancestor are important."

Zhang Haotian said: "Okay, then you must have heard such a story. When the Saint Ancestor went to war for the last time, he called his four sons, Shu Chi Khan, Chakodee Khan, Ogedee Khan, and Tolei Khan, each of them took a hard arrow and gave them to them in half. The four sons could do it easily. So he took four hard arrows and asked them to break them. This time none of the four sons did it. So the Saint Ancestor told them that only by unity can the Mongolians prosper and the enemy will not take advantage of the situation. If they are divided, the Mongolians will decline from then on."

This story is widely circulated on the grassland. Shatele nodded and said, "Of course I have heard of it, but unfortunately the four major khans broke up and became two sides of opposition. The Boyan tribe and Yitai tribe did not enter the pass, and the Mongolians were empty. In addition, most Mongolian nobles were too cruel to the Han people, so they were forced to withdraw from the Central Plains and return to the outside of the pass."

Zhang Haotian followed and said, "The oath made by Prince Zhuogetu back then violated the teachings of the Holy Ancestors, and our descendants can still correct it."

Shatle sighed again, "To be honest, after your father came, Prince Sachifu refused, but he was a very wise and wise man. He also discussed this issue with the nobles in the tribe. Whether to accept the suggestion, return to the Tatarot tribe to protect the Holy Tomb together, but your father never came again, and this matter was done. And now... Alas, Prince Hadanbatel, you should not stay here for a long time, so you should leave quickly and be careful of being killed."

Zhang Haotian was about to mention this matter, and immediately said: "Prince Baoyin of Tumen seems to be in poor health. At present, Botge's tribe is the master of Princess Barina, right?"

Shatle knew that he could see it and nodded, "Yes, Prince Baoyin of Tumen has handed over all the tribe to Barina to host, and Barina has her own plans and will never return to the Tatarot tribe to obey your orders."

Listening to Shatle calling out "Balina" instead of the eldest princess, Zhang Haotian smiled slightly and said, "Master Shatle, you are being excluded by Barina, are you?"

Shatle did not hide it, saying, "Barina has undermined the prince and has covered the sky in the tribe. I dare to say some things that have done too much. Of course she hates me, but now the people of the Botgeki tribe respect me very much. Gina's younger brother Lakshen is the first warrior of the Botgeki tribe, responsible for hunting. He has the most elite warrior of the Botgeki tribe in his hand, and he dare not touch me."

Zhang Haotian said again: "Today, he stood up in the main account and accused you of taking my father's benefits. The person who spoke for the Tatarot tribe seemed to be called Eridumba. What did he do?"

When Shatle heard the name of "Eritonba", his face suddenly showed anger and contempt. He spat on the carpet hard, and then said, "Eritonba is a little white-faced. He only knows how to please Barina. He is not even aristocrats, and he has not made any contribution to the tribe. Barina actually gave him two thousand people, which is more than other nobles in the tribe. Now he has been sealed as an Etu that can participate in the discussion."

The more angry Shatele was, the more chance he had for Zhang Haotian. He said: "I heard from the great shaman that Prince Sachifu has many sons. Could it be that these princes just watched Barina act as a domineering in the tribe?"

The fire seemed to be about to pop out of Shatele's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly and said, "The old prince has a total of twenty-three princesses and forty children. Tumen Baoyin has seventeen sons, and he has been cowardly since he was a child. He could not be considered as King Botgeqi, but in a family wedding banquet, all the princesses and princes ate poisonous mushrooms and died overnight, including the old prince. All the royal members of Botgeqi's tribe were Tumen Baoyin and Barina, and of course he could only inherit the throne."
Chapter completed!