(Commuter Pass)

In April, the grass has already broken through the ground, covering the undulating flatlands and hills with a green carpet.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and at a glance, it seems that you can see the end of the world.

People who come to the grassland for the first time will feel its unique magnificence and quiet beauty.

But most people who have been to the prairie will never think about it again.

The beauty of the prairie is monotonous and boring, and there is nothing meaningful to human beings except grass and meandering rivers.

The wind in the grassland is very wild, it can blow for more than half a year in a year, the snow in the grassland is very large, after it falls, everything turns white, the winter in the grassland is very cold, the sky is cold, and the dripping water turns into ice.

But if you ask how the grassland in the clouds is like in the ten years of the Great Cause, then many people will tell you that it is very chaotic, very chaotic.

From the spring of the tenth year of the Great Cause, it has been chaotic until the eleventh year of the Great Cause.

There were many reasons for the confusion, the most important of which was that the Turks moved south to herd their horses.

Actually, for some tribes living in the southern part of the Yunzhong steppe, it's not a big deal, the Sui people once occupied here, then they are like the Sui people surrendering, the Turks are coming, it doesn't matter, they will offer their loyalty to the new master.

Living between the Great Sui and the Turks, they did not have much choice.

Over the years, the truce between the Great Sui and the Turks has given these scattered tribes some respite, and their lives are not bad.

As a result, it became a home for wanderers.

Descendants of the Huns, side branches of the Khitans, and slaves of the Rouran people. The rebellion of the party members, the losers of the struggle driven out by the Sui people. And so on and so forth, all of them live here as clansmen.

But in the year of the Great Cause. Their days were hard again.

In the third year of the Great Cause, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty led hundreds of thousands of people to tour Yulin in the north, whether it was the border generals of the Sui army or the Turks, it seems that they suddenly became interested in these tribes and forced them to hand over cattle and sheep for the northern patrol army to eat.

In the fifth year of the Great Cause, the Qimin Khan, who had always been relatively mild, died, and the Turks were replaced by a new Khan. A tumult began.

As a result, the grasslands in the clouds became even more chaotic, and the tribes lacking food began to fight and annex each other in order to compete for pasture, water, sheep, and population.

Since then, it has started from the Xiren grassland in the east to the grassland of the great river in the west. These tribes are struggling to survive with little food and clothing.

They rode war horses and brandished scimitars, fighting for everything they could.

The strong can continue to walk under the sun, and the weak. You can only choose between dying in battle or becoming a slave.

Many tribes moved north and became slaves of the Turkic tribes, and they did not want to. will fall into the brink of life and death.

This is the grassland in the clouds, a killing place that is forever full of strife.

And in the Sui Daye ten years. Oppression and resistance in the grasslands in the clouds, the drama of killing and survival. All of a sudden, the climax came.

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Sheep wander under a hill, leisurely nibbling on the tender green grass.

On the hill, Quack stuck his whip in the ground and lay there on his back, staring at the sky in a daze.

On the hill, you can see the river in the distance, and the tents next to the river where you are stationed, which is the tribe to which Quaga belongs.

Ga Ga has spent fifteen winters on the grassland from birth to now, and when you hear the name, you know that he was born a slave, a slave who does not deserve a name, just because when he was born, a group of crows kept calling, so there was one more herdsman named Ga in the tribe.

This kind of unlucky name, if it is left in Sui Land, will definitely laugh off people's big teeth.

But the steppe people don't care about this, on the contrary, Gaga, think that the name is very good, and the crow is one of the most powerful creatures on the grassland.

The sky was blue, the wind was not strong, the sun was shining warmly, and the nose was asking about the fragrance of the grass, and Quack gradually closed his eyes, feeling the peace and serenity in it.

As a slave, there aren't many times like this.

This was also due to the fact that the strong warriors of the tribe went out to help another in-law tribe in the war, otherwise he would have to stay with the sheep every time he herded his herd, otherwise he would be whipped and starved.

Gaga was used to this kind of life, but as he grew older, he knew that he was smart and strong.

He was now fluent not only in Turkic but also in the Chinese of the Sui people, and if he was allowed to see the beautiful words of the legends, he would surely be able to learn them.

He is also very strong, now he can easily pick up a big sheep, and even run far away with the sheep, if he is given a knife, he will definitely become an excellent fighter.

Unfortunately, he is a slave, and all his intelligence will be regarded as a curse, so his mother told him countless times when he was very young, don't look so clever, the children of the leader's family will kill you with jealousy.

His mother's advice allowed him to live until now, but unfortunately, he never saw his mother again, and in the last winter, his mother closed her eyes forever in the cold sheepfold.

No matter how many tears he shed, how he hugged his mother, and how he prayed to the gods at the cost of his life, his mother's body became as cold as winter, and from then on, he knew that the gods would not care about the prayers of a slave, and he would prefer to take care of the chiefs and nobles.

The family ties were severed at that moment, the faith collapsed at that moment, and Gaga, feeling that when he grew up again, he would not hesitate to pick up the scimitar and kill everyone in this damned tribe, yes, everyone.

If he could, he would one day challenge the gods and cut down the gods that the tribe worshipped to the dust.

Tranquility and serenity no longer favored this guy whose heart was full of hatred, so Quack roared angrily into the sky a few times, but unsurprisingly felt his own insignificance and helplessness.

Perhaps it was his disrespect that angered the gods, and the ground shook slightly.

A smile appeared on Quack's twisted face, and it was better to get a response than to ignore it, but the next moment, he understood, shook his head, sat down on the ground again, and looked around.

It should be the warriors who went out and returned, or a herd of wild horses or deer passing by here.

Soon, a number of figures appeared in his line of sight.

White leather robe, yarmullen fur hat, upturned boots, wolf tail fluttering in the wind, braided hair, Turkic.

It was only the precursor of a small group, and soon, behind them, groups of warriors appeared, and they scattered across the steppe and galloped towards this side like nets.

Quack couldn't count how many of them there were, because there were too many, very many, more than the sheep he grazed.

Quack slowly stood up and watched quietly, without screaming warnings, he looked back at the tribe behind him, but a strange and cruel smile rose on his face.

The Turkic cavalry galloped under the hill like a wind, scattering the sheep under the hill.

Someone looked up at the child on the hillock and ignored it.

The people of the tribe have been alarmed.

Looking down from the knoll, the people in the tribe were chaotic and disorderly, and it didn't take long for Ga to see excitedly that the Turkic cavalry galloped into the tribe, and a person was cut down to the ground by them without hesitation.

Others, circling the tribe and starting to gallop, shoot off their horses anyone who escapes from the tribe.

What is strange is that such a powerful and numerous warrior still allowed two people to escape on horseback.

Gagack could see clearly that it was Kosili and his son Kasuntu who had fled here.

Two of his hated fellows, his childhood playmates, a girl who seemed to him to be like elves, were put into the tent by Kosli and then given to his son.

One day, while he was grazing, he saw her corpse, like all slaves, thrown on the prairie for vultures to peck at.

When he saw that it was these two guys who had escaped, he stomped his feet angrily, grabbed the whip without hesitation, climbed down the hill with a rolling belt, and rushed up against the two of them.

When he got closer, he waved his whip like a sheep, and whipped it down, knocking Kasuntu off his horse.

He rolled to dodge the onslaught of his horse, then ran over and fought with Kasuntu like a wild dog.

During the fight, he bit off Kasuntu's ear, and took advantage of Kasuntu's screaming to crush Kasuntu under him, and tried to turn the person over, like the usual skills used by the warriors in the tribe, pressed Kasuntu's waist, and smashed his head back.

Hatred gave him great strength, and with a click, he broke the other man's waist in one fell swoop.

Then he sprang up like a rabbit, dodging the arrows fired at him by Kosley, who had turned his horse's head and came back to save his son, and rushed at him without fear.

This time he was not so lucky, the tribal nobles who came on horseback, angrily but skillfully, drew their scimitars, and with the speed of their horses, they slashed with their knives, and he did not allow him to dodge and counterattack at all.

But this time, the unlucky boy named Quack finally ushered in the favor of the god of luck, and a sharp arrow came over, and the accurate arrow pierced the nobleman's throat and shot him off his horse.

The shepherd who had escaped death did not feel much fear, he roared like a wolf, cheered, ran over and picked up the sharp scimitar, as if afraid that others would rob him, and quickly ran to the nobleman's side, slashing at his neck one by one, until he cut off the human head and carried it in his hand.

Those who have no head will never be resurrected again, and they will never find their way home.

Then, as he could, he cut off another man's head, covered in blood, like a ghost from hell, and then stopped, and looked at the savior who came galloping in a daze.

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"My name is Quack, if you accept me, I will use my life to protect you, as long as Quack is here, no enemy will be able to get close to you in the future, and no enemy will be able to escape from your sight."

In front of many Turks, he spoke Chinese, a clever fellow. (To be continued.) )