The farmland in the north is now half pasture, and the cultivated area has dropped significantly. Aren't the Mongol nobles afraid of running out of food to eat?

I'm not afraid.

First, they mainly eat meat, and cattle and sheep are their staple food.

Second, small countries in the South Seas, such as Champang, Dai Viet (Vietnam), Burma and other countries, will bring grain.

It is only the Han Chinese who suffers.

The displaced people of the Yuan Dynasty were as high as 30% of the total population. In addition to being as harsh as a tiger, there is no land to plant, and they are unwilling to become "outcasts" (displaced people), so they can only wander.

As many as 30% of the displaced people, how can they not make trouble? So the Yuan army continued to suppress, kept killing, killed for decades, and continued to kill.

It was not until the homeless people cultivated into the Red Turban Army and became the climate that they could not be killed.

Just as Li Luo was sighing, he suddenly heard a chirp, followed by a noisy human voice.

Slowly, a large group of horsemen came from the western pastures in a haphazard manner, not only were they disorganized, but they were not uniformly dressed, and they were not cavalry at all.

Moreover, some of them continued to be hit by arrows and landed, and the screams suddenly came and went.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were shot dead.

Soon, Li Luo understood what was going on.

Behind this large group of knights, a group of brightly armored cavalry rushed forward, and the cavalry kept firing arrows to kill the knights who were chasing ahead.

It seems that the group of knights in front should be slaves in the pasture, they stole their horses and fled, and were chased by the Yuan army.

A killing is about to take place.

It is only more than 100 miles away from Dadu, and it can be regarded as "at the feet of the Son of Heaven", so such a killing occurred. Do you need to talk about other places?

Without waiting for Li Luo's orders, Du Lie and more than a dozen others took swords and bows in their hands and guarded Li Luo and Cui Xiuning.

Hundreds of fugitive slaves did not rush towards Li Luo and the others, but missed the direction. However, their riding skills were obviously far worse than the cavalry behind, and they were caught up and surrounded in the blink of an eye.

At this time, it was closer, and Li Luo and the others finally saw the appearance of the knights on both sides.

There were probably more than 200 knights who were fenced, all of them were not to mention, and there were also old and young women and children. Although they wore the robes of Mongolian herdsmen, they were undoubtedly Han Chinese in their appearances and accents.

They must be fugitives from the pasture. Of course, it must have been local farmers before. Because of raising horses, I also learned to ride horses.

There were fewer fugitive slaves, only seventy or eighty, but all of them wore chain mail, bows and swords, fierce and fierce, and many of them had high noses and deep eyes.

They wore the round-eaves helmets common to the Yuan army, which was significantly different from the pointed iron helmets of the Mongol soldiers.

Du Lie whispered: "Wolf lord, these escapees are pasture slaves, and the cavalry is the Tanma Red Army, which is not much worse than the Mongolian cavalry, and it is also the elite of the Yuan army. ”

Utu also said: "Wolf master, you see that they are wearing chain mail, not the leather armor of the Han army, and there are more neck guards on the helmet that the Han army does not have, so there must be no doubt that they are Tanma Red Army." ”

Li Luo nodded, he also knew that the Han army and the new annexed army could not have such a good armor.

At this time, a blunt Chinese word came over: "Hannu, you, run away, bad, bad Hannu!" ”

The voice was obviously full of annoyance, but it made people want to laugh when they heard it.

It's like some kind of animal pooping, one by one.

Li Luo followed the sound and saw a high-nosed and deep-eyed knight riding out of his horse and looking at the fugitive crowd viciously.

His armor is more ornate, he should be the head of a hundred households, and at worst he is a brand head.

As the man jumped out of the horse, seventy or eighty Tanma Red Army put away their bows and arrows together, and pulled out their long sabers with a "choking" sound.

A piece of saber was raised in unison, reflected by the setting sun, the cold light was shining, and the dark red blood groove on the knife was really murderous and courageous.

The fugitives were all white, and the women and children were all crying.

Suddenly, dozens of fugitive slaves hurriedly climbed off their horses, knelt down in front of the chasing soldiers and horses, kowtowed like garlic, and said: "Officer Wassen, I waited wrong, I was wrong!" Don't dare! ”

When the other fugitives saw it, hundreds of them dismounted and knelt on the ground.

Nearly 100 other people did not dismount, but suddenly shouted and whipped their horses, trying to rush out.

But where can it be?

With a wave of his hand, the Warrior Attache of Lust, known as Wassen, surrounded the horse-warriors and slashed out with their swords.

"Dog Tartar, Lao Tzu fought with you!"

One of the fugitives roared angrily and slammed his horse into the cavalry on the opposite side, but with a wave of the cavalry's saber, he violently cut off his head, and the cavity of blood spurted wildly fell under the horse.

"Kill!" A fugitive slave with a sword, who had the only sword, met a cavalryman, but before his sword could be danced, he was slashed on the head by the opposite cavalryman, and he died instantly.

In just a few breaths, nearly a hundred fugitive slaves who dared to fight desperately were all killed.

No knife, no armor, sparse riding skills, lack of strength, how to fight?

The cavalrymen rumbled back with bloody sabers, and once again surrounded the fugitives who were kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

In a short period of time, they were as swift as the wind between advance and retreat, skilled in riding, fierce in knife skills, and coordinated in moderation. The quality of the elite cavalry is reflected in the drenching and dutiful.

"Hundreds of officials, the Han slaves who resisted used their blood to pay the price they deserved, and none of them lived." A sign head (the ten-captain) announced loudly, and his voice was rough and powerful.

Although he was not a Mongol, he spoke the "Chinese" (Mongolian) language, not the language of the Western Fan tribes, so Li Luo could understand it.

Centurion Wassen also said in Mongolian: "Qiqibu, according to the rules of the Great Yuan, what should be done with the slaves who gather a crowd to escape?" ”

The head of the sign, known as Chikib, said: "They should be executed en masse, and their heads should be used to increase the memory of the remaining slaves." ”

Wasson said coldly, "So, my brother Chichib, what are you waiting for? Wait for them to hold your boots and cry like a baby? ”

Chikib slapped the brim of his hat with his saber and said loudly: "If you wish, my hundred officials!" ”

The other knights slapped the brim of their hats with their swords and shouted, "Kill all the fugitive slaves!" ”

The slave who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, where did he not know that the other party was going to kill everyone? However, they could neither resist nor escape.

Tanma Red Army slashed with swords, rushed into the crowd and slaughtered, like a devil.

Not only the men in their prime, but also the elderly, children, and women were all killed.

The screams and cries rang out, but Vason, the head of the hundred households, sat upright on his horse, his expression grim, like a statue.

Soon, all the fugitives were killed.

Heads on the ground, severed limbs, blood, intestines, everywhere. It's like a messy slaughterhouse.

A strong bloody breath came, and even Li Luo and the others were very uncomfortable.

Such a scene should happen every day in the entire Central Plains, and for the Yuan army, it is just a commonplace.

The heads of all the dead were cut off, and each head was tied in a string with hair and placed on horseback.

He said he would take it back to show the public.

Li Luo's eyes were cold in the depths, but his face was still peaceful.

This hundred-household official Wassen must die. Not now, of course.

Tanma Chijun also noticed Li Luo and his party on the official road for a long time, they saw that Li Luo was dressed in a quality grandson suit, and he also had a majestic tiger guard, and they also knew that Li Luo must be a big official.

Li Luo was about to give the order to continue on his way, when suddenly the hundred households of Wasen rushed over as soon as he hit his horse.

He looked Li Luo up and down, and said in Mongolian as softly as possible: "I, Wasen, a small official of one hundred households. I don't know if the official is ......? ”

Li Luo said in Mongolian with arrogance: "I, Hara Buhua, from Sipinzhou Daru Huachi, is also a small official. ”

Wason's tall nose couldn't help but take a breath, Baihu is from the sixth grade, which is four levels lower than Daru Huachi from the fourth grade. This Hara Buhua calls himself a little official, so isn't he even a little official?

Just as Wassen was distracted, Li Luo's voice sounded again: "Little Hundred Household Officials, if you are still sitting on a horse, my whip will fall on your head." ”

Wassen was startled, but he reacted quickly, and immediately jumped off his horse, bowed his head with a fist on his chest, and said respectfully: "Wassen has seen a state town guard. ”

Mengyuan's hierarchy is extremely strict, although Li Luo is not Vason's direct superior, nor does he belong to a system, but he still has to salute respectfully when he sees the head of a state in a hundred households.

Even if Li Luo whipped him, he could only bear it.

As for Li Luo's identity, he didn't have the slightest doubt. As a hundred households, Wassen is certainly not a rice bucket, but he still has eyesight.

Although this town guard is young, he has a noble bearing, is proficient in Mongolian, and has a Dadu accent, so he must be from a high-class root, or even a big-rooted.

Without good roots, you will never be able to do four products at such a young age.

Wassen saluted, and all the Tanma Red Army saluted one after another. It's just that their etiquette is different from Wasson's. Vasson just lowered his head and stroked his chest, while everyone else knelt.

Because they are just soldiers, even the head of the brand, they have to kneel.

"Meet the Warden of a State!"

"Get up, warriors!" Li Luo endured a strong disgust and said, "Bury the corpses of these slaves, so that most of the nobles who come and go don't see them." No one wants to smell a corpse on the road. ”

"As you wish, a state warden." Wason breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that this Hara is not difficult to serve. It's nothing more than burying the body.

ps: I, Wu Hunting, a little official...... I ask for all kinds of support from the officials!

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