Han Khan

Chapter 125, Khitan Slaves
Seeing the three people like this, Zhang Sheng's face was as gloomy as water. Without saying a word, he stepped forward and patted their shoulders twice, saying in a deep voice:

"My warriors, the holy warriors of Haotian, you have worked hard, go down and rest!"

He beckoned Yan Zhi to come forward and said, "Yan Zhi, you lead the people to watch over the captives and prevent them from causing chaos. If anyone disobeys my orders, kill them.

The defense for the second half of the night is also in your hands. Only after we get through tonight can we say that our mission is accomplished!"

Yan Zhi looked excited. The three regiment commanders were fighting bravely in the front. He was just a scout. If he could do a good job in the aftermath, his contribution would be great. He then took his men to make arrangements.

Zhang Sheng went to the tent that he had temporarily built for himself. He was very tired and wanted to take a nap.

Zhang Sheng had just laid down and his eyelids had just closed when he sat up. He suddenly remembered that the slaves from the Dubo tribe who had been captured before and used as slave soldiers were a motley crowd and many of them had escaped during the battle.

However, they also provided favorable support for the Jin Han people's attack on the Dubo tribe.

"Zhang Langjie!" He picked up his sword and walked out of the tent and shouted to Boniek:
"Where are those slave soldiers? How did you arrange them?"

Zhang Langjie saw that His Highness valued him, so he quickly replied:
"I was afraid that those slave soldiers would rebel and pose a threat to our Jinhan people, so I guarded them together with the prisoners in this camp!"

Zhang Sheng glanced at him and nodded:

“Well, you did a good job in minimizing all threats to our army!
Now, you lead the troops to help Yan Zhi. You two will organize all the captives according to the method of organizing them into 100 households, gather them together, and then collect the weapons and armor in the camp and stack them up. "

It was a rare occasion for Zhang Sheng to praise him, so Zhang Langjie was very excited and went to find someone happily.

Dozens of guards stood guard around. Zhang Sheng sat on the ground on a blanket, squinting his eyes, feeling the cold wind blowing from the north of Tannu Mountain.

Looking around at the mess, corpses everywhere, blood everywhere, and cries of grief, he finally couldn't help but smile. These were all evidence of victory.

Looking at the top of Mount Tannu, which was still shining silvery in the moonlight, and the vast starry sky, he simply lay down on the grass.

Just after an incense stick of time, the sturdy captain of the guard, Yan Zhi, ran over quickly.

Next to him was a man with a high nose bridge and sunken eye sockets. He was wearing a tattered deerskin coat and a wool felt hat. He had yellow hair and a goatee on his chin. There were also many shocking scars on his face.

This man looked like a Uighur, a Sai or a Tocharian from the Western Regions. Although he was only about five feet tall, he was very strong. The calluses on his hands showed that he was a warrior.

Zhang Sheng turned his head and looked at him for a while, then glanced at him. Yan just pushed the man and said:

"This is the emperor of our Holy Religion, the leader of the Jinhan tribe, His Highness Zhang Shengteqin. You slave, why don't you pay your respects to him!"

The man couldn't help but glare at Yan Zhi. The fierce look made Yan Zhi angry. He kicked him in the knee and knocked him to the ground with such force.

Zhang Sheng smiled at Yan and said:
"Yanzhi, who is he? Why did you bring him to see me?"

Yan Zhi's reply brought Zhang Sheng a surprise.

"Your Highness, this man is not from Dubu, but a Khitan slave of Dubu!"

"What did you say? Khitan people!!"

Zhang Sheng suddenly stood up and looked at Yan Zhi in surprise.

Yan just smiled and said with some envy:
"Yes, Your Highness, please ask him!"

The Khitans were nominally the second highest ethnic group in the Jinhan tribe, lower than the Tang people, but higher in status and better treated than the Jinhan people who came from Tatar, Uighur, Sai people, and Tubo. Yan was just a Jinhan who fled from the desert to Dunhuang, a Tatar, so he had not yet taken the position of group leader. Although he was nominally a soldier under His Highness, His Highness Zhang Sheng never treated them unequally.

However, in the Jinhan tribe, many Khitan people were easily promoted and reused, especially now that the main Khitan tribe had been destroyed.

Therefore, whether they were from Dunhuang or the Khitan people who were incorporated in Jinshan, they became more brave and good at fighting, because they had completely recognized Your Highness as the only leader of the Khitan people.

Moreover, a large number of Khitan people are gradually abandoning the tribal name of Khitan and starting to call themselves Jinhan people.

"Warrior, are you from the Khitan people? I see that you are fierce and a warrior, so how come you are enslaved by the Dubo people?"

This person, seeing that Zhang Sheng was suddenly very kind to him for some reason, thought that Zhang Sheng was impressed by his bravery. Although he did not know the term "waiting for a good price", he knew how to do it. He turned his head away, looking very annoyed and arrogant, without any consciousness of a slave at all.

Zhang Sheng suddenly found it a little funny. This man was a slave, yet he was still so arrogant. How did he survive to this day? Or was he just deliberately behaving like this in front of him?

He smiled faintly and said in the Khitan language, which is similar to the Uighur and Turkic languages:
“As much as I love the Warriors, I find you to be a fool, and I really don’t like your attitude.

Originally, I wanted to take you in as my own because you are a Khitan, but I'm sorry, a slave should behave like a slave, and your arrogance makes me uncomfortable!"

Zhang Sheng was a little confused by what he said. Before he could react, he heard the man in front of him suddenly shout:
"Yanzhi, take him away and kill him. Burn his body tomorrow morning!"

The cold voice made him shudder and he knelt down hurriedly:

"My Lord, please spare my life! I am a Khitan named Adel. A few days ago, when I was migrating north with my leader Akadan, the leader of the Dubo people, Shulun Timur, led his troops to attack our Khitan tribe. The leader was killed, and about 500 households of my people were captured and made slaves.

Just now, I saw you leading the army to attack the Dubo tribe, so I gathered hundreds of my tribesmen and some strong men from the Tumati people and attacked the Dubo people from the camp. Please spare my life for my humble contribution!"

Zhang Sheng suddenly stood up and stared at Adel deeply, seeing him lying on the grass nervously.

Yan Zhi, who was standing by, said:
"Stupid dog, I was talking to His Highness just now, don't you have ears?
The person standing in front of you is Zhang Sheng Teqin, the son of the late Khitan Khan Gutuluyar's sister. He is now the only leader of all the Khitans. Teqin originally wanted to spare your life, but you, stupid dog, were ready to threaten His Highness Teqin. You deserve it! ! "

Hearing this, Adel looked at Zhang Sheng in shock, and dared not act presumptuously anymore. Without much consideration, he kowtowed repeatedly:
"I am blind and deaf. Please forgive me, Your Highness!" He said while kowtowing continuously.

Zhang Sheng looked at him coldly, then suddenly shook his head and waved his hand, "Forget it, I forgive your ignorance and stupidity!"

The Khitan slave Adel knelt on the ground, trembling, with his head down and not daring to look straight ahead.

Then, he heard Zhang Sheng, who was now his master, say coldly:

"From now on, you will be my slave in my Jinhan tribe!"

Adel hurriedly said: "I am willing to be loyal to His Highness the Special Agent and be your slave!"

Then Zhang Sheng asked him again:
"How many Khitans are there in the camp now? Where are the rest?"

“Reporting to the Special Agent, the Dubo people have captured more than 500 households and 2000 people from my tribe. Now I am leading some young and strong people to launch a surprise attack from the rear, and there are not many casualties!
After the death of the leader Akkadan, the remaining Kyrgyz, led by six leaders, moved north along the Yenisei River to the depressions near the middle reaches of the Yenisei River and the Angara River.

Zhang Sheng nodded and said:
"In that case, you will be Jinhan people from now on. Follow the Jinhan tribe. I will appoint you as the battalion commander and you will be in charge of three hundred households.

Among them, you will personally lead a hundred households, and then you will go to the tribesmen and select two elites to serve as the chiefs of the hundred households and reorganize a battalion. I will make other arrangements for the rest of the Khitan people."

Adel was filled with gratitude and knelt down to express his gratitude again.

(End of this chapter)