So Duan Ling was pulled out of the tent again, and when he entered the main army tent, there were four thousand commanders in the tent, plus Batu standing, and there was a supervisor in the center. The four commanders were arguing fiercely, and Batu frowned, obviously very tired of this group of people, and didn't bother to talk to them.
"I'll give you a thousand soldiers." The supervisor sneered, "What did you bring back? A Han Chinese? You're going to war! Bo'erchijin!"
Batu replied, "A Han man is also my captive. What was that man's name just now?"
"Hua Pu'er is angry!" Another thousand commander rushed over, fiercely facing Batu, and roared, "It's my warrior!"
"He wanted to snatch my prisoner." Batu said, "He wanted to drag the army to reward me, and even attacked me, so he had to kill him."
"Bu'er is red gold." The supervisor said, "Stop talking nonsense, when will you be able to take Yecheng?"
When the supervisor mentioned this, Batu had to swallow his anger and said, "Give me another ten days, originally Hejian was about to be taken down."
Another commander said: "Let's go home and drink milk. Torre is short of a horse to lead, Boer Chijin, can you play? Can't you just have a fight?"
"Unless you want to hit both the Liao and the Han," Batu said, "otherwise you'll have to wait!"
"The Liao people won't come so quickly," said an eagle-nosed commander.
"This prisoner can understand our words." Batu said coldly, "What you say now is at your own risk."
Duan Ling is analyzing the military strength of the Yuan people. There are five thousand commanders here. That is to say, there are only five thousand troops in the Nanchen area. Is there a large army? What did the hook nose just say mean? When he was thinking, he never expected Batu to say this, and everyone turned their attention to Duan Ling, and the supervisor pulled out the knife and threw it on the ground.
"Kill him now." The supervisor said, "I said so."
"It can't be killed," Batu said. "It's still useful for me to keep him."
"What is the identity of this prisoner?" the supervisor said.
Batu said, "He, he knows something about the Han people. Anyway, I need him, so I can't kill him."
After speaking, Badu picked up the knife on the ground, played with the knife, and slammed it into the table in front of the supervisor, saying: "After ten days, if you can't take Yecheng, you can take him away soon. gone."
Batu turned around, pulled the rope on Duan Ling's hand in front of everyone's eyes, looped it loosely around Duan Ling's neck a few times, put one hand on his shoulder, pushed him out of the military tent, and then half coerced, half hugged, Just like in the hall of fame back then, drag him back.
"I'm going to see how many of my personal soldiers have been killed by you." Batu said again, "I'll be back with you at night, and you should have dinner first."
"You're really busy." Duan Ling said sarcastically.
"There's no way." Batu said, "You're too agile, like a fierce horse. You should wear this dress yourself, it's invulnerable, it's a good thing."
Batu took off his white tiger bright light armor, and untied Duan Ling's hand. As soon as Duan Ling's hands were freed, he was going to pull his neck, to make him stumble, but Tudu had already expected that, he would wrap Mingguang's armor with his left hand and a set with his right. The head is put into the Mingguang armor.
Duan Ling: "..."
With one force and ten guilds, Duan Ling’s wrestling kung fu is mostly taught by Batu. He has no weapons in his hands, and he can’t use swordsmanship. Both hands were pulled and cut behind him, and tied up again after a few times.
"I am leaving."
Batu didn't take Duan Ling's resistance seriously at all, let him sit down, tied him to a post, and turned around again.
Duan Ling's only thought was to scold him, it was so bullying!
When he just came back, Duan Ling noticed that Batu's bare arm was tied with a worn-out cloth strip.
what is that? Duan Ling thought to himself.
Now he is alone in the tent, but it is not the best time to escape. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he must find a way to spy on the military situation. Among the five thousand people, Batu was one of them. The Yuan people never recognized Lao Tzu very much. Unlike Nan Chen, Temujin's four sons had to make great achievements in order to be followed by soldiers. Okuotai inherited the khan's seat, and his brothers went to war separately.
It was the turn of Temujin's grandsons, and the same was true. Batu needed military merit, otherwise he would not be able to convince the public. Perhaps this was the reason why he became a commander of thousands.
Leading a thousand people already has a certain strength.
Duan Ling lowered his head and leaned in front of the noodles to chew. It was already afternoon, and he wondered if Wu Du and the others had found their position. Duan Ling ate something and felt sleepy, so he fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but Duan Ling felt that Ba Du had untied his rope and put the blanket over him. Ba Du came back, this time he got into the blanket and slept side by side with Duan Ling.
Duan Ling waited for a long time, until after nearly half an hour, Batu made a slight snoring sound and fell asleep. Duan Ling opened his eyes, and just when he was about to move, Batu woke up again and said, "Don't try to run."
Immediately afterwards, Badu turned over, and his whole body was on top of him. He wanted to reach into his arms and squeak him, just like when he was a child, Duan Ling immediately said, "Don't touch me!"
Batu stopped, and Duan Ling said, "If you touch my shirt, you will die miserably."
If Batu was poisoned, it would be very troublesome. Wu Du didn't know where he was. If he was bitten by the Golden Crow, not only would there be no cure, but Duan Ling would not be able to survive.
"Is it poisonous?" Batu asked, "I always wanted to ask you, how did you poison so many of my men to death."
Duan Ling turned his head sideways and gave him a slanted glance.
Batu yawned, obviously hadn't slept enough, was a little frizzy, scratched his neck, unbuttoned his coat, shirtless, took out a towel from the copper basin, wiped his upper body, and his muscles were full of strength.
When he was scrubbing, he still kept his eyes fixed on Duan Ling. He used to be like this, when he looked at people with impunity, he was like a beast.
Duan Ling asked, "What's tied to your hand?"
Batu undid the strip of cloth at random, walked over, and handed it to him. The strip was dirty and smelled of sweat, obviously always tied with him. Duan Ling realized that this was the letter he tore off his sleeve last time, tied it to an arrow and shot it to Yuan Envoy Amugu!
The writing on the charcoal stick was blurred, and Batu tied it back to his wrist.
"Is it... the letter I gave you?" Duan Ling asked.
"Yeah." Batu replied casually, as if he was still thinking about other things and kept wandering.
Duan Ling asked again, "We meet again after a long absence, don't you have anything else to say?"
Batu replied, "What? What can I say about the past?"
After wiping his body, he threw the towel aside, took the wine and meat from the shelf, and said, "I saw you again, didn't I? There's nothing to say about those things, you're by my side now, people are here, always there , forever, I don't want to know about the past."
Duan Ling sometimes really couldn't understand Batu's thoughts. It was like this before, but now it's even more difficult to understand.
"Drinking?" Batu handed over the wine.
"Don't drink." Duan Ling said coldly.
Batu said, "I still haven't learned to drink."
Duan Ling was about to be suffocated to death. He just felt that this reunion did not develop according to his own ideas at all, and there was not a word of reminiscence. Everything was taken for granted and unexpected.
Batu took out his dagger, wiped off the blood from the previous killings on it, used it to cut large chunks of mutton, and began to eat dinner. It was getting dark, he ate for a while, and then lit a lamp to shine on the two of them.
"Don't you care about my past at all?" Duan Ling asked.
"I don't care," Batu replied, "I care more about your future."
Duan Ling suddenly laughed, Batu took a sip of wine and laughed to himself.
"Have a drink," Batu said. "Come on."
He turned sideways, carried the wine bag, and fed Duan Ling two mouthfuls. Yuan Jiu was very strong, Duan Lingju coughed a few times, and felt like a burning knife, a burning sensation in his throat, and his face flushed with excitement.
Batu glanced at Duan Ling with a different meaning in his eyes. He reached out and tucked Duan Ling's hair behind his ear, and looked at Duan Ling seriously. Duan Ling instantly felt that Batu was staring at him like a wolf.
But that look didn't last long, and Batu looked away again, as if hesitating about something.
"After you left that day." Duan Ling asked, "What happened?"
He decided to start this topic by himself. He always felt that Batu had been a little unnatural since the reunion, and the current appearance seemed to be faked by him.
"Do you really want to hear it?" Batu asked rhetorically.
"Let's talk." Duan Ling replied, "Stop pretending, you can't fool me."
With a little drunkenness in his eyes, Batu looked at Duan Ling and said, "Then tell me, what am I thinking now?"
Duan Ling replied: "You are thinking, how to use me to exchange for Hejian, Yecheng and Changcheng, or use me to force Da Chen."
"Wrong." Batu said, "I'll give you two more chances."
Duan Ling frowned slightly and said, "You are thinking that I am the prince, why would Cai Gou sit in my place."
"Wrong." Batu laughed and said, "Isn't it obvious? Lang Junxia didn't save you, so he asked Cai Gou to go back and pretend to be a prince, so that he can be an emperor in the future."
"Why did he do this?" Duan Ling vaguely felt that Batu seemed to know something.
"How do I know?" Batu said, "You still guessed wrong, you have one last chance."
Duan Ling thought about it, and finally said, "You want to let me go."
"It's still wrong," Batu replied.
"Then what are you thinking?" Duan Ling asked.
Batu climbed over and knelt down on one knee, while Duan Ling sat cross-legged, looked up at Batu, and Batu looked down at Duan Ling.
Batu put his finger on Duan Ling's chin, asked him to raise his head, and said seriously: "You still don't know."
Duan Ling: "..."
Batu's face is clear, his facial features are deep, his indigo blue eyes are the same as before, his eyes are full of rough taste, and his expression seems to be a little impatient with Duan Ling.
This guy is a grudge, Duan Ling thought that he didn't know how to provoke him, and always looked dissatisfied with everything.
"This is what you look like." Duan Ling said, "You look like someone owes you money all day long, what are you thinking?"
Batu took a deep breath and said nothing to Duan Ling.
"I'm thinking, if I fuck you now." Batu said, "Will you cry, hate me for the rest of your life, cry like a little daughter-in-law?"
Duan Ling: "..."
The Yuan people always liked to treat prisoners of war in this way. In their barbaric customs, teenagers were the spoils of war, and there was no distinction between men and women. The Yuan people seemed to regard this behavior as a kind of conquest. When he escaped from Shangjing, he was discovered by the Yuan army in Xianbei Mountain, and Duan Ling was almost dragged into the room by the soldiers.
"That way you can show off to your father and the commanders. Did you give Nan Chen's crown prince?" Duan Ling said sarcastically.
"No." Batu said, "It's not Prince Nan Chen, it's just you."
Duan Ling was speechless for a while, raised his foot, pressed his knee against Batu's chest, and said, "Stay away from me, Batu, if you really do this, you will regret it. I didn't listen. Say whoever will fuck his An Da, Tengri will definitely send you to hell."
Batu: "… "
Batu was simply cocooning himself, and when he moved his hands, Duan Ling couldn't do anything about him, and when he moved his mouth, he was not Duan Ling's opponent.
Batu looked at Duan Ling for a while, as if he had changed his mind, sat aside and let out a long breath.
"After your father sent me away." Batu said, "When I returned to the clan, I had people send you letters six times, but not once."
"Why did you send me a letter?" Duan Ling asked.
"They're going to hit Beijing." Batu said, "I'll tell you to run quickly."
"It's too late." Duan Ling said, "What's the point of saying this now?"
Batu said: "It's not interesting, you know what they did to me when the letter fell into the hands of the dark whistle? My father broke my four ribs and almost chopped off my hand in front of Wo Kuotai. In order to save you, I was lying on the bed for half a year, and now my right hand can't do anything. On the day when the capital was broken, I ran out of my father's army by myself and ran for thousands of miles, exhausting two horses. Save you, you almost died at the hands of you Han people."
Duan Ling stared blankly at Batu.
"Oh." Duan Ling said.
"Hmm." Batu replied, "Duan Ling, you are heartless, too heartless."
Duan Ling: "..."