"Grandpa, there seem to be a few fewer cattle, sheep and horses we graze, I don't know if they were eaten by fierce beasts, or they ran away to other places, woo woo woo ......"

On the grassland deep in the desert, a little boy in ragged clothes and skinny cried bitterly while hugging the blind old man.

Although the old man knew in his heart that a catastrophe was coming, he still touched his grandson's head with his hand and comforted him:

"The dog doesn't cry, it's okay, these beasts know the way, and they will come back by themselves soon, don't cry or cry, my manly husband can't cry casually."

The dog wiped away his tears and stopped crying:

"Grandpa, you say every day that I am a Ming and I am a Ming, we live an inhuman life here, not only are we not fed and clothed, but we are often beaten and scolded by them, my parents are tortured to death by them, why have your Ming army never appeared, don't lie to the dogs."

The old man looked up at the south of the desert, and although he couldn't see with his eyes, he could feel that the direction he was looking at was where Da Ming was.

"Dog, the grassland is so big, it is difficult for our Ming army to find this place for a while, we have to believe that the Ming Dynasty will not ignore us, one day, we will see the Ming iron hooves stepping on the grassland......"

While the old man was talking, a few Han Chinese children who helped the Mongols herd cattle came not far away, all of them were about thirteen or fourteen years old.

The children were dressed like dogs, skinny and yellow-skinned, and severely malnourished.

"Dog, I can't talk to your grandfather anymore, the Tartars are coming, let's go look for cattle and sheep......"

Hearing that the tartar was coming, the old man's body trembled, and he hurriedly urged the dog to leave quickly, and the dog let go of the grandfather and followed the children.

The old man's name is Huang An, and his family was robbed by the Eastern Tartars more than ten years ago, and the other children's parents were robbed by the Tartars.

These Han Chinese were taken captive as gifts to the Horqin tribe as slaves for the Mongol Tatars here, and they were all born on the steppe.

From the moment they could walk, they became slaves of the Tartars, and followed their parents to work for the Tartars, and both of them died very young, and they could not stand the torture and humiliation of the Tartars.

At a very young age, the children began to graze, and the Tartars only gave them some leftovers to eat, and even if they ate leftovers, they were not full, and they were given a dinner meal for a day of grazing.

As soon as they did not like it, they immediately beat the children with a horsewhip, and if the animals were lost, there was basically no way to live, and they were either starved to death.

Huang An's eyes were blinded for the children to speak, and then they were abandoned by the Tartars on the vast grassland.

Fortunately, the children met him during grazing, and if it weren't for the children saving a little food for Huang An every day, he would have starved to death on the grassland.

"Da Da ......"

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and more than a dozen war horses came to the children quickly, and the people who were sitting upright were also some children, and they were all Tartar children.

If there were no Han children, the Tartars, whether adults or children, would have to herd their own herds, but now they are different, they have become the little masters of these Han children.

These little Tartars were worse than the old ones, and they often bullied Han slaves in different ways, and if they were not obedient, they would immediately start beating people, and they would starve for two days.

One meal a day, half starved to death, and if you don't eat for two days, you will basically starve to death, which child would dare to resist.

The little Tartars came to the dogs and the others and reined in their horses, and without saying a word, raised their whips and whipped them on them, and the dogs did not seem to feel any pain.

They didn't dare to resist, and they didn't dare to show disobedience, otherwise something more cruel would happen.

Seeing that the dogs were very honest, the little Tartars were very satisfied, and jumped off the war horse with a smile, and then shouted in unison with their legs crossed:

"Come here, drill the dragon gate, the best performance will be rewarded with a steamed bun, the slowest one and the dog baby who touched the grandfather's leg, and you are not allowed to eat for a day."

This is one of the ways for the little Tartars to have fun, and the Han children want to survive, not only have to work on the herds, but also have to endure the humiliation of the little Tartars' crotches every day.

The purpose of the Tartars is to let the Han children never be able to raise their heads and be human, so that the Han children will always remember that the Tartars will always be the masters of the Han people.

In this way, the dog baby and others began to lie on the ground and wear the crotch, which was originally very skillful movements, the dog baby may have thought of the matter of losing cattle and sheep, worried about being killed, and accidentally touched the lower leg of the tartar.

The little tartar was furious, raised his leg and kicked the dog baby, and then raised the horsewhip and began to whip, and soon a lot of blood-colored whip marks appeared on the dog's face.

Seeing the dog being beaten, the other children were both angry and frightened, and accidentally touched the legs of the little tartars, which made the little tartars very unhappy, and they raised their horsewhips one after another.

"Little Han dogs, you want to rebel today, right, let you taste the taste of horsewhips first."

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

More than a dozen leather whips were sturdy and struck on the dogs and other children, making a crackling sound, which could be heard far away on the grassland.

But none of the children begged for mercy, and they all clenched their teeth and remained silent.

Seeing that the children did not cry out in pain, the little Tartars found it boring, and they shouted and scolded as if they were whipping:

"Little Han dog, you bark, bark, learn to bark ......"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Let the horsewhip be whipped on the skin and bones, and the dog baby and other children just don't make a sound.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rest.

Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons.

Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing; When will the courtiers perish? Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain.

Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood.

To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

Suddenly, a burst of singing came, it was the blind old man Huang An, although he could not see the scene, but he could hear the sound of the whip whipping on the children.

The old man was so sad that he couldn't help but sing Yue Fei's Man Jianghong.

The children have never been to school and don't know what Manjianghong is, but the poems in the old man's mouth make them suddenly feel their blood boiling, and a sense of pride rises to the sky.

The dog baby slowly stood up and glared angrily at the little tartar who hit him.

Then the other Han children stood up, and they all glared at the little Tartars.

The little Tartars were startled by the sudden reaction of the dog baby and others, and then laughed:

"That's right, that's how it should be, come and fight back, beat us, a bunch of Han dog lambs......"

"Do you want to rebel?"

Before they could finish speaking, the dog baby and the others suddenly reached out and grabbed the leather whip they had drawn, grabbed it with their backhands and began to whip these little tartars.

"Bang Bang ......"

"Ahh Oh, it hurts, you Han dogs, you dare to fight back, don't even think about life today. ”

Don't look at these little tartars, they are all fat and fat, but they are all pampered, but when it comes to really fighting, they are far from being the opponents of children such as dogs.

Gouwa and others have endured hardships since they were children, although they often can't eat enough, but they run with the animals on the grassland all year round, but they have trained their strength.

The little Tartars didn't even have a chance to fight back, and soon they were all pulled to the ground and cried out in pain.

"Let you dogs and Tartars bully, we have to return it today, come, let's add some nutrition to the little Tartars.

The anger that had been squeezed in their hearts for many years completely broke out today, and the children forgot their fears for the time being, and unbuckled their trouser belts one after another, and each of them rewarded the little Tartar with a face of childish urine.