During the Liao and Song dynasties, the ice-free port of Lushun was just a desolate beach.

There was a medium-sized warship powered by a steam engine that was connected to Zhao Yue.

Liu Wu personally led the team.

Ruan's three heroes, Zhang Shun and other hot-blooded men were worried that Zhao Yue would be helpless in the wilderness, so they screamed to come, but Zhao Dayou refused. Because the nameless Taoist chief was more worried, he quietly followed behind this time.

Zhao Yue has a keen sense, far beyond ordinary people, but he is far worse than his master, and his experience is far less than that of the old man who has almost traveled all over the world, and he has not noticed that the master has been following him from far away.

Dressed the war horse in coldproof, wrapped tightly in a long thick down jacket made of thick denim with a waterproof layer, and a group of more than a dozen people slowly arrived at their destination in the knee-deep snow.

It's a small valley deep in the mountains. Towering pines and cypresses can be seen everywhere.

Because this place is remote and leeward, there are few people from other tribes around, and there is a hot spring that is not too big but flows endlessly, the water can be eaten, and there are many animals that come to drink water, which is convenient for winter hunting, so it has become a secret winter place guarded by the tribe from Lu Tieniu for generations.

Lu Tieniu's father was also a big man, and he was responsible for selling furs and other goods in exchange for salt and other things necessary for the tribe.

That year, he took his wife, who had been a wild man in the mountains, and his sturdy son, who was already able to participate in hunting at the age of twelve, to take the opportunity of purchasing to go out to see the world and be happy.

didn't want to encounter the Liao army playing "fighting the Jurchen", he fought bravely and died tragically on the spot. The wife was shot to death. Because of this, the Liao army looted a lot of property and needed slaves to work, and seeing that Lu Tieniu was young but strong and powerful, he plundered it as a small slave.

When he returned to the south, halfway through, Lu Tieniu waited for an opportunity to kill a guard and escaped.

He has never been far away since he was a child, far away from his hometown, the language barrier, and he doesn't know what the names of outsiders in his hometown are, he can't ask clearly, where to find the way back, wandering everywhere, reduced to a beggar orphan, fortunately rescued and adopted by the Cangzhao caravan, and has grown into a proud warrior with knowledge and iron blood.

The little tribe is still there, and sure enough, they are still here for the winter.

Even though Lu Manzi has a stiff temperament and does not have much mood swings, when he is sure that this is his hometown and his own people, he still screams with excitement.

The Jurchen warriors here were alarmed, armed with rudimentary weapons, and frantically poured out to prepare for battle.

There are only seventy or eighty of them, from thirty or forty-year-old men to twelve or thirteen teenagers, all those who can shoot arrows and kill people should have come out, and there are some large and small women with wooden sticks hunting bows and sharp knives one after another, all of them are full of fierceness, wrapped in animal skins, shaped like humanoid beasts, obviously Zhao Yue and his party are regarded as the Liao army, in order to defend the survival and defend the secrets of this place, they will do everything to kill the comers.

Lu Tieniu hurriedly explained in Jurchen language.

But nearly ten years have passed, he has grown from a young man to a big man, his appearance has changed greatly, and his clothes are also "luxurious", and he looks like he has taken refuge in the Liao people and mixed well.

The life of the Jurchens here is extremely hard, the life span is short, and he can live to thirty or forty to tell his fortune and live a long life, and he fights with wild beasts all day long, and the mortality rate is very high. was so anxious that the barbarian screamed.

Those Jurchen savages saw that there was no hostility towards the comers, or that although there were only a dozen people, they were well-equipped and did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and they were disturbed by the Lu barbarians, and they couldn't figure out the details of the comers, so they hesitated, and someone went back to report it, so they didn't immediately release arrows to kill them.

Zhao Yue reminded Lu Tieniu to talk about the old man leader of the tribe he remembered, such as the old man leader with status and prestige, or sing the slang songs unique to the tribe. This may confirm the identity.

Lu Manzi woke up and danced in the deep snow with great difficulty, dancing strange dances, singing strange songs, and shouting words like Zali Gule, or Zali Song and Cola.

Suddenly, an old voice on the hillside shouted, "Stop howling. You are Monlier. For the sake of the same root, you honestly, who is the person next to you? Don't hurt your own people. ”

It's actually Chinese, although it's very blunt.

Lu Tieniu saw the old man with a white beard covering his face and his white hair scattered, although he didn't recognize his appearance clearly, he didn't hesitate at all, and howled in surprise: "Elder Zali Gele, are you still alive?" That's great. ”

Finally convinced these savages, Lu Tieniu was let go alone, and it took a while for Zhao Yue and them to enter the valley as guests.

They were greeted by the old man, accompanied by the tribal chief.

The location is a fairly spacious earthen nest half-hidden underground.

Giving not too many but practical gifts for horses such as cold clothing, salt, etc., expressing goodwill and sincerity, the tribal chief finally showed a little smile, and the vigilance and murderous intent in his eyes dissipated a little.

Lu Tieniu, who acted as a translator, was obviously unqualified, and often excitedly only cared about what he said happily, from what happened to his parents and himself back then, to the vernacular to today's beautiful and happy life, from grief to a crazy sense of superiority, the tribal chief was very envious and seemed to be a little tempted.

And the dirty old man rarely spoke, maybe he was too old and had no energy to speak, or he didn't like to talk, so he only occasionally brought up a topic and had a few words with Zhao Yue, who was smiling quietly.

Zhao Yue noticed that this old man named Zali Clarion or Cola was very prestigious, and he should be the wise man of this small tribe, and he should be the one who really spoke and counted.

But the old man had no children, and lived alone in this nest, with only an unkempt and unkempt five or six-year-old thin child who could not distinguish between male and female.

Yes, you read that right, it's the kids who take care of the adults.

The little guy only has clear and sparkling eyes, is extremely diligent and obedient, and is constantly busy.

Zhao Yue keenly sensed that there was a deep fear hidden in his eyes, everything he did was to please the old man and the tribal chief, it should be to live without being abandoned.

The little guy should not be the grandson of the old man, he should be an orphan. Otherwise it wouldn't be so.

In the savage tribe, it is difficult for children to have a chance to survive without the protection and care of adults. Extremely scarce daily necessities do not allow useless people to take possession. Don't say a little, not at all.

When food is scarce, such children are even the food that the tribe eats after worshipping the gods.

I'm going to stay here for a few days. You can't sit back and wait to eat.

Zhao Yue asked his subordinates to help hunting.

I said that I was tired, and since there was a hot spring here, I wanted to take a hot bath.

Lu Tieniu did not forget his duty in his excitement, or at this moment, when he saw the suffering clansmen, he was more grateful to the Zhao family for all his kindness, and remembered his duties more, so he hurriedly paid the tent.

Zhao Yue smiled and didn't say a word to deal with the old man, and looked at the little guy repeatedly.

The old man finally spoke.

"Since the guests like it, let the wooden baby serve it. If you want to take it in, take it away. ”

When the little guy heard this, he was so frightened that he trembled, tears were in his eyes, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask for something, but he was stared at coldly by the old man, and he was suddenly frightened, and immediately went out to work obediently.

Zhao Yue stood in front of the tent and silently watched the child named Muwa struggling to lift a wooden bucket and go to the hot spring not far away to fetch water.

Although the child is small, he should often do this kind of work, and he is very skilled, because he can't lift it, and he rarely fetches water, so he can't carry it, so it is natural to put the barrel on something like a small sleigh and try to pull it over.

He was so thin that this little work tossed his face full of vanity, and he was very tired, but he didn't dare to stop at all, and when he saw Zhao Yue looking at him, he tried to smile flatteringly.

Zhao Yue looked at this smiling face that was so dirty that he could barely distinguish the appearance, staring at the pair of crystal eyes that hid countless negative emotions such as vigilance, fear, and despair, and his heart was as hard as iron like a nut that was suddenly smashed open by a stone, penetrating into the sun, revealing the vitality and warmth that life should have.