"Hurry up. Say what about you. "A general in leather armor, straddling a large horse. He was whipping the soldiers who were carrying rice.

The soldiers were smoking, but they didn't dare to say anything. Dozens of soldiers were all moving rice, and this slightly older soldier seemed to be spurned by the general.

"Hurry up, or you won't want to eat." The general shouted and glared angrily, and he whipped the scarred soldier to show his might.

When the soldiers heard this, they worked even harder. Bags of rice were finally put into the granary.

Smoke rose from the barracks, and the smell of meat was fragrant. After the soldiers finished moving the food, they could finally rest and eat first.

Two teams of soldiers stood guard outside the room, each looking forward to it. And the older soldier was injured because of his body, and after a short rest, he took out the bowl and lined up last.

"Everybody line up." The soldiers smelled the smell of meat, and they were already waiting outside for you.

But when the stove was turned on, the soldiers were dejected.

"It's gruel again." Soldiers, you say a word to me. One by one, they took the gruel in their hands, squatted to the side and ate it.

The wounded soldier took out the bowl and was about to reach him, but who knew that the man turned around and wanted to leave.

"My. This? He asked the guy softly, but he didn't expect the guy to speak coldly. Don't see that? The porridge is gone, who made you so slow. The man snorted coldly and walked away. The wounded soldier shook his head, choked to the side, and watched them drink gruel from a distance.

"How can you eat this bowl of gruel?" After a bowl of belly, the soldiers were still grunting with hunger.

"Isn't it? At the beginning, the conscripts recruited us to ensure that we had three meals a day, rice and meat. But now, there are only two bowls of gruel a day, and the deputy commander whips us if it doesn't go his way.

But they were high officials, but they drank wine and ate meat all day long. Don't treat us like human beings at all. You see. One of the soldiers pointed to the fellow, who took out a large roast lamb from the chamber and was walking towards the general's tent.

The soldiers shook their heads, and a thick-eyed soldier listened to their discussion, and wanted to open his mouth to drink the bowl of porridge, but saw the injured Lao Gao not far away.

"Lao Gao, you can drink this bowl of porridge." It turned out that this slightly older soldier was called Gao Li, and everyone affectionately called him Lao Gao.

Lao Gao is a Huns. The Xiongnu, Turkic, and Mongol are all in the same lineage. They are all nomads living together.

Since, Genghis Khan led his troops to move to Europe. So, the rest of the people resided in the Mongolian plateau.

And this barracks is the troops who stay behind and guard their own stockades. If there is an invasion by other countries, it can resist for a while.

"Ashina Ruda. You haven't drunk yet, and you're just as hungry. Forget it, I'm fine. Lao Gao looked at the steaming bowl of porridge and swallowed his saliva. But every time I swallowed, it hurt my body.

"Lao Gao, it's okay, I'm hot-blooded, it's okay if I don't eat a meal. It's you, if you don't eat the body can't stand it. Luda brought the bowl to Lao Gao's mouth, and Lao Gao took the bowl and drank the porridge.

Lao Gao touched his stomach, which was still screaming, and looked at the general's tent.

"It's out, it's out." The soldiers shouted, only to see the man take out the whole roast sheep that had just been eaten.

"Today, the general is happy, and the rest of the roasted whole sheep will be shared with you." I saw that the man was holding half of the roasted whole sheep left, and everyone drooled.

Soldiers, you fight for me, go for meat.

"Give me a piece, give me a piece." Ruda was tall and grabbed a large piece of meat.

He divided it in two and gave it to Lao Gao.

"Hehehe, look at these people like beggars. You fight for me, haha. I saw the deputy commander and the general come out of the tent and laugh at the soldiers.

Most of the soldiers continued to eat as if they hadn't heard, but Ruda and Lao Gao were angry from the bottom of their hearts.

Ruda looked at the mutton in his hand and clenched his fist.

The grassland is vast, and the free horses gallop in the sea and the sky. Yurts are erected in the vast grassland, blue sky and white clouds, looking at this scene, people will be greedy to linger.

I walked on the prairie with Ouyang Nian and Xiaole, and Xiaole took out his metal thing. Aimed at the two of us.

But the two of us didn't pay attention at all, until a flash of light, Ouyang Nian and I chased after him.

"What are you doing?" I reached out to grab something from his hand, and he shoved it into his pocket.

"Hehe, I didn't do anything. Ha ha. He jumped up and down in joy.

Ouyang Nian and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

"Manling." Ouyang Nian stopped me.

"What's wrong?" I looked at him, "Manling, if it weren't for Moro, would you like me?" His eyes were full of love, and I was avoiding his gaze.

"Let's go." I turned away, ignoring his disappointed gaze.

In front of the village is the village, and it just so happens that several herdsmen are grazing sheep not far away.

"This old man, may I ask where this is?" I asked the old man who was herding the sheep, and the old man looked at us and said politely.

"This is Mobei, look at what you are wearing. You're supposed to be Han Chinese, right? The old man asked us with some suspicion.

"Exactly, we are Han Chinese." I nodded.

"And what are you doing here?" The old man continued to ask.

"Oh, that's a long story. We went to climb Lingshan Mountain, but we fell. Fortunately, a few of us survived. Fall here. Ouyang Nian explained to him.

"Oh, I see. However, Lingshan is also far from here. Uncle, I am a Turkic, although I am a little resistant to you Han Chinese.

However, we were still very hospitable. Now that you have come here. Why don't you spend a few days in our vault. After the old man finished speaking, we nodded happily.

"This is my home. Come in. "The old man laid the sheep and led us into the tent.

"Old woman, I've got a guest at home." I saw the old man calling his insider, and for a moment I saw a lady come out from behind the curtain.

The eldest lady paused for a moment, and then sat the three of us down.

"How many of you are?" The eldest lady asked us. We told her that she had fallen down the mountain. After hearing this, the eldest lady warmly welcomed us, and several bowls of enthusiastic goat's milk were placed on the small table.

"Your lives are great. Fell from such a high place, but was unscathed. The eldest lady's face was full of vicissitudes, but there was kindness in the accumulated wrinkles.

"yes, we think so too." We nodded.

"I'm hungry. Auntie is going to cook for you. Wait here for a moment. Come and help, old man. The eldest lady called the old man out.

Inside the tent, we looked around.

"Wow," the baby's cry suddenly drifted into his ears. We followed the prestige, and it turned out to be behind the curtain.

I walked behind the curtain and saw a young woman coaxing the child.

The woman smiled at me, but the child in her arms was still crying.

"Girl, is this child hungry?" I looked at the child's little face, and it was very cute, but the child seemed to be afraid of me. Cry when you see me.

"Oh. Oh. Don't cry, this kid doesn't know what's wrong, it's very noisy today. As soon as he finished feeding, he started to make trouble again. She explained to me.

"Did you pee?" I asked her.

"Probably." She unwrapped her swaddling clothes and took off his diaper. The child kicks his little foot and rolls over. A birthmark comes into view.

The two numbers 18 shone blue.

"This, this." I'm a little stunned, isn't this a ghost talisman of the underworld? Could it be that this child is?

"It's really peeing."