The sentry team walked out along the sloping path of the dunes.

A mile away from them there was a well, which was connected to an underground river, and by the well was a tree with a crooked neck, and on it hung a rope, and the rope was connected to a bucket.

At the moment, the Tartars are fetching water.

There was a small sand dune in the north of the well, and the sentry squad led everyone to the sand dune and signaled everyone to dismount.

There is a waste on the dune, which, as you can see from the outline, was formerly a house.

Mr. Ban carefully checked the situation in the ruins, and there were many horseshoe prints in the ruins, which were left by the Tartar sentinels, and they went down to drink after confirming that the ruins were safe.

It's not just horses that need water, people need it too.

Squad Commander withdrew from the ruins and said, "The Tartar soldiers are drinking water." ”

The sentries all became excited, and the most timid one of them turned red, and he said excitedly: "Great, finally have to have military merits." ”

At this point, a bloodthirsty light began to flash in his eyes.

Mr. Ban saw that everyone was in high spirits, but he still said cautiously: "We have to wait, don't alarm them." ”

Mr. Ban took the big boss, and the two quietly touched the ruins and probed through the holes in the ruins.

The Tartars began to make a fire, and they were going to make something to eat.

Both humans and horses have to eat some hot food in this season to be more powerful.

The big boss remembered the number of people and pulled Mr. Laban, and the class president deliberately took him away.

After the two came back, Mr. Ban glanced at the big boss and motioned for him to speak.

The big boss said gloomily: "I have figured it out, there are twenty-five Tartar soldiers, fourteen more than us, they have to make a fire to cook now, if you want to take them down, you have to wait for them to eat and drink enough." ”

People need to digest food when they are just full, and this is the time when people want to rest, and it is also the time when people are most relaxed.

Speaking of this, the big boss shut up and stretched out his hand to Mr. Ban, asking him if he wanted to drink.

"It's just two mouthfuls, leave one for me." Mr. Ban handed him the wine bottle in his arms, and the big boss took it and drank it.

After the big boss left, Mr. Ban's chest rose and fell, and his face was serious.

"Do you say you want to do it?"

Ordinary sentinels like this will naturally not be the most elite existence among the Tartars, because they don't even have leather armor, only jackets to protect them from the cold.

The sentinels were silent, but the boldest one, breathing more and more rapidly, looked hideous, as if he had made a difficult decision.

"Why not? Don't you want to marry a mother-in-law with military merits? ”

"That's right, mother-in-law is good, mother-in-law and child hot kang head, this is the life of a man."

The big boss on the side sniffed the wine of Mr. Ban vigorously, smashed his mouth and took a sip, and drank a sentence.

When the sentries heard his words, their eyes were red one by one, especially those two who were nearly thirty years old.

They are both in their twenties, and they have never touched a woman's hand, let alone married a mother-in-law.

"It's done!"

"It's done!"

Mr. Ban looked excited, and he said: "Okay, brothers, the meritorious service of killing thieves is today, even if you die in battle, it is worth it, and the chief soldier will take care of our family for us." ”

"There are many Tartars, and we must attack them when they are well fed and drunk, and when they are at their most relaxed.

Before that, you can't be discovered, and you can take care of your own war horses. ”

After the general manager gave the order, everyone put muzzles on the war horses, blindfolded them, and waited.

Half an hour later, the Tartars had prepared their food and began to eat.

An hour later, when the Tartars had finished eating, a few of them ran to the side, while the rest rested on their furs beside the fire, touching their bellies.

It's time to get your hands dirty.

Just when Mr. Ban was about to beckon everyone to attack, the big boss suddenly stopped him.

Mr. Ban looked in the direction of the big boss's finger, and a woman with the remnants of Daming costumes on her body was tied with thick ropes with her hands and feet, and was brought over by a tartar pressed on a war horse.

The Tartar soldier put her down and shouted, and the Tartars let out a lewd laugh, and then untied her clothes and pressed the woman to the ground and bullied her. Qiqi Chinese Network

The woman was held down by several tartars, unable to move, and she let out a desperate scream.

There are generally no Ming people in this place, and those who can come here are either merchants or Han Chinese who have relocated to the area of the Qingshui River, and they will graze on the grasslands like herders.

However, their days were not easy, for the Tartars would often raid them.

This woman must have been plundered.

The woman's mournful cry made the tartar even more excited, and he laughed loudly.

The Tartar soldiers beside him also laughed, and they began to take off their pants one after another, waiting impatiently.

The scene in front of him made the sentry squad tremble, but he knew that now was not the time to attack.

Because this Tartar sentry is new, it means that there will be people coming later.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, five more horsemen came, and they not only tied a Han woman to their horses, but also led a dozen camels behind their horses.

The camels carried some furs, silk, and other goods, and it can be inferred that the Tartars must have plundered a small caravan.

In order to support their families, there will always be those who venture out of the city of naturalization.

For example, the fur merchant that Wang Zezhi met.

These Han women were the family members who followed the procession.

Now there were more Tartars, and their number reached thirty-one.

Later Tartar soldiers put the woman down and went to drink water and eat.

The well-fed Tartar couldn't wait to press the women to the ground and began their activities.

The Tartars wore jackets and no armor such as leather armor, and even six of them did not even have bows and arrows.

These Tartars are unscrupulous, because in their impression, the grassland is their territory, and no Ming army has dared to come here to spread wild.

Therefore, these Tartars are not at all worried that someone will come and attack them.

Next to the well, the women's shouts came one after another, constantly stimulating the brains of the class president.

Her screams were so miserable and helpless that Ben wanted to kill them right now.

The big boss squinted his eyes slightly, and dragged the general manager behind the ruins.

"What happened?"

The sentinels behind the ruins asked curiously.

Mr. Ban's eyes were bloodshot, and he lowered his voice and spoke angrily.

After a few moments, the sentinels were all furious, and they were eager to slash the Tartars with a thousand knives.

After Mr. Ban finished speaking, he looked at the big boss, the big boss was born as a bandit, and he knew best when it was better to attack.

The big boss moved his ears and listened to the voices of the women.

The woman's cry grew fainter, and the Tartars' laughter grew more and more rampant.

The big boss suddenly opened his eyes.

"Kill!"

The squad manager didn't say a word, and took all the sentry scouts to fight.

The sentinels formed a triangular formation and rode their horses to sprint from the ruins.

The horses are silent, and the people are silent.

The Tartars were still laughing and having fun, and no one noticed the anomaly for a while.

Mr. Ban quietly took out a strong bow, and in his hand holding the bow, he held an arrow steadily.

The sentry squad also took out their strong bows, and their arrows reflected a faint light, quenched with poisoned arrows.

You don't have to kill them, just scratch a little skin, and these tartars are dead.

The sentinels glanced at each other, and with just one glance, they understood each other's thoughts and intentions.

"Whoosh!"

The rattle of the bowstring seemed to ring from all sides, and the screams of the Tartars drowned out their laughter.