Chapter 235: The Adventures of the Little Slave
The little Tartars who were on their faces were angry, wiped the urine stains from their mouths, and scolded one after another:
"Little Han dog, you will regret it, when the time comes, the master will let you survive and not die......"
Their words suddenly made the two children timid, and they grabbed the dog baby and said timidly:
"Dog, although we all hate Tartars, they will take revenge on us, what to do then, there is nowhere to go."
The dog baby looked up at the south, and her gaze was very determined:
"There's no turning back, kill them, we have been running south on horseback, how far we can run, the vast steppe, it's not so easy for the Tartars to find us, it's better to fight than wait here for death."
"Yes, don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad."
"I agree, this kind of day is better than death, when we grow up, we will come to the grassland, ambitious to eat Hulu meat, laugh and drink the blood of the Huns."
The other children chanted the verses they had just heard, and they all expressed their support for the dog.
The baby, who was a little timid just now, also straightened his spine again and decided to run away with the dog.
Hearing the words of the dog baby and the others, the little tartar lying on the ground began to laugh at them:
"Haha, run away, where to flee, the grassland is ours, and where there is grass is our home......"
The dog baby ignored them, and when he saw a stone beside him, he walked quickly to pick it up, and then slowly walked to his little master's side.
"You...... What are you going to do, I'm Amma......"
"I'm going to kill you, so you don't have a chance to harm anyone else."
The dog's eyes became cold, and she suddenly lifted the stone and smashed it on his little master's head, once, twice, three times......"
The dog baby went crazy and smashed the stone on the little Tartar's head until the head turned into a pile of rotten meat, and he did not stop.
As the dog baby slowly raised his head, everyone saw that his face was full of blood, all the blood of the little tartar, and his face was very hideous.
Looking at the dead little Tartars, the Tartars who were still hard-mouthed just now suddenly realized that the dog baby really dared to kill, and they all knelt down and crawled in front of the dog baby and kowtowed and begged for mercy:
"Grandpa Dogwa, you let us go, we will give you silver......"
"Whatever the silver, take it out."
Hearing that there was silver, the dog baby and others immediately took it out as little Tartars, and in order to save their lives, the little Tartars obediently took out the silver, which was as much as twenty taels.
Don't look at it as only twenty taels, but for the dog baby and others, these twenty taels are also astronomical, and they all have smiles on their faces.
"After killing them, run for your life."
The dog suddenly screamed, grabbed the stone and rode on a small tartar, and began to smash his head again.
The other Han Chinese children also rushed forward, and with their hateful and immature little hands, they tightly choked the little Tartar's neck.
"You ...... I can't do this, I beg you, little grandpa, spare your life......"
"Don't listen to the Tartars, strangle them!"
Soon, the Tartars felt like darkness before them......
"Da Da Da ......"
"It's not good, run quickly, a large number of Tartars are coming."
Suddenly, a war horse ran in the distance, and a Han child yelled at the dog baby and others, and behind him he could see smoke and dust flying, which was caused by a large number of war horses running.
"Hurry up, get on their horses."
The dog baby yelled, flew on the war horse, ran to the grandfather's side, helped the grandfather onto the war horse, and then the two of them rode together on a war horse and began to flee to the south.
The other children reacted quickly, and immediately jumped on the little Tartar's war horse and followed the dog away.
They deal with cattle, sheep and horses every day, and their riding skills are very exquisite, and they can only see a vague back in the blink of an eye.
As soon as the dog baby ran away, more than 30 war horses galloped over.
The parents of the little Tartar were among them, and when they saw their child lying in a pool of blood, they immediately jumped off their horses and shouted:
"Kid, what's wrong with you?"
Of the seventeen little Tartars, eight were not breathing, three had their heads smashed, and the rest were half-dead.
After calling for a long time, a little Tartar stammered:
"Dog...... Baby, what did they do......"
The kid said, pointing his finger in the direction where the dog baby and the others had fled, and then fell into a coma.
"Kid...... Woohoo......"
Some women began to cry bitterly, their children are human beings, and Han Chinese are not human beings.
"Chase quickly, kill these Han dog cubs, and leave no one behind."
"Chirp"
The man who looked like a small leader was angry and screamed, and immediately asked his men to pursue the Han children, and more than two dozen Tartars hurriedly jumped on their horses and chased them in the direction where the dog baby fled.
The horses ridden by children such as dogs are ordinary horses, and these people ride carefully selected war horses, and their feet are much faster than the horses they ride.
About half an hour, the Tartars saw the backs of the dog baby and others, and the Tartars screamed and screamed, urging the war horses to chase closely.
The dog baby and the others could already hear the sound of horses' hooves behind them, after all, they were children, they killed people on impulse just now, and now they saw the Tartars chasing after them, and several children were scared and cried.
"Stop, you can't run away."
The Tartars and the dog babies and others were getting closer and closer, and they drew their scimitars one after another, ready to chase after them and slash these Han children.
"It's over, kid put down grandpa, otherwise you won't be able to run away."
Although Huang An was blind, he had good ears, and he knew that the situation was very critical, so he urged the dog baby to put him down and escape quickly, but the dog baby ignored him at all.
Huang An had no choice, so he suddenly broke free from the dog and rolled off the horse and fell to the ground.
"Grandpa......"
The dog baby was taken aback and hurriedly wanted to go back and pull his grandfather on the horse, but the old man rushed to the tartar at the sound of the hoofs of the chasing horses.
Soon, the Tartar rushed to the old man's side and raised his scimitar high.
"Don't, grandpa......"
Seeing that grandpa was about to die tragically under the Tartar butcher's knife, the dog baby cried heartbreakingly, and they paused like this, and were quickly chased and surrounded by the Tartar.
"Old man dog, today the uncle will cut off your head first."
Before the Tartar could speak, the scimitar slashed at Huang An's neck, and Huang An didn't care about his life or death at all in order to protect his grandson at this time.
Hearing a strong wind coming, he suddenly dodged to the side and slammed his head on the Tartar war horse with all his might.
"Bang ......"
The Tartar fell short with a knife, and the war horse was actually knocked to the ground by Huang An, and Huang An was directly hit by the war horse and flew more than ten meters away, and there was no movement when he fell to the ground.
The war horse neighed a few times on the ground before slowly getting up, and the tartar who was going to kill Huang An fell off the war horse, and was just stunned by the war horse, and he was also not moving.
Seeing the old man working so hard, another Tartar urged the horse to rush to Huang An's side, whether he was dead or alive, and raised his knife to cut it down.
The dog's eyes closed, and she cried out to her grandfather.
"Grandpa......"
"Bang ......"
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the Tartar, who was about to slash Huang An, suddenly had his head blooming.
"Bang Bang ......"
Dozens of gunshots followed, and the Tartars who were close to the children were shot and fell off their horses, and the other Tartars saw that they were wrong, turned their horses' heads and prepared to flee.
"Bang Bang ......"
Several more gunshots rang out, and all twenty or thirty Tartars were killed.
When the dog heard the gunshot, she didn't know what was happening, and hurriedly opened her eyes, only to see a cavalry galloping towards them, and in a blink of an eye came to them.
"Children, don't worry and be afraid, we are the Great Ming Dragon Army."