Xu Shiyang stood on the earthen wall of his Tunbao, holding the battlement, squinting his eyes, and looking into the distance expressionlessly.

He could clearly see a few black plumes of smoke rising into the sky at the end of his eyes - they were the abusers who were setting fire to the houses they could not take away after the other dock forts had been breached.

Although he couldn't hear anything, he could imagine that there must have been many people crying in despair under the smoke and flames.

"Here comes the Tartars." Xu Shiyang, the lord of the fifteenth tun fort of the Xu family, kept whispering: "Tartar! ”

In his previous life, this word was just some kind of slurg, and the place where it appeared most was online novels or various forums that were biased towards military history.

But in this life, the word represents a real threat.

This is just a matter of looking at the castle people behind Xu Shiyang who are holding rudimentary weapons and preparing to make the last struggle when the Tartars attack.

As long as the earthen wall is breached, the next house is burned, the wife and daughter are insulted, and the children and grandchildren are plundered into slavery, it is himself, and these poor people who are nervous and trembling.

"Don't be afraid, the castle lord is in this poor and remote territory, and there are at most 100 Jin soldiers, and they have broken through the first few dock forts now, and they will not attack again."

Maybe he heard Xu Shiyang's self-talk, or maybe he just felt the nervousness of the people in the village, the housekeeper in the dock fort, a thin old man named Hu Lanshan, came to the young castle master's side and said with a smile:

"There are 10 sheep and 20 stone of grain in the fort, and 5 women are given to them, and the big golden soldiers will definitely let us go."

Xu Shiyang turned his head and glanced at him: "Woman? ”

There was already a deep disgust in his eyes.

"Yes, the GIs outside the gates, whether they are Jurchens or Tatars, like women." The old man didn't notice the emotions that the young man was trying to suppress, but said with some pride: "It's just a woman, just give it to them, it's ...... anyway." ”

"Which women are given to them?" Xu Shiyang was like a wounded beast, and roared in a low voice, "Whose wife? Whose daughter? Whose sisters? ”

"Huh?" Old man Hu was stunned, he looked at Xu Shiyang, who was almost crazy, in horror: "I used to do this ......, I used to do this......." ”

That's right, that's how it used to be.

Offering the grain that you get up early in the morning and greedy for night, offering the livestock that you have worked hard to raise, and then offering the wives and daughters of the peasants below, you can exchange the Tartars for raising their noble hands and not coming to attack the fort.

No matter who the poor woman who was thrown into the tiger's mouth was, the castle lord and his doglegs would definitely be saved anyway.

"That's how it used to be......."

Xu Shiyang retracted his gaze that seemed to be about to be devoured, and took a deep breath.

"Whew......."

Xu Shiyang reminded himself that this was not the highly industrialized society in which his soul had lived, where all the morals and laws of the previous life were worthless.

Even, even the era in which he lived was very different from any feudal dynasty in his previous memory.

The Great Zhou Jianxing was ...... for ten years.

Was there such an era in Chinese history?

Of course, Xu Shiyang is not completely unfamiliar with this world.

At the end of every Chinese-style feudal dynasty, in fact, there is a big difference - there are foreign invasions outside, internal conflicts, corrupt officials, displaced people, and ......the complete collapse of the state's control over society, and many more, in fact, it can be summed up in one sentence: human life is not as good as a dog.

Troubled times, for the Han people who have endless history, are actually not difficult to understand.

Therefore, Xu Shiyang, a soul from another world, adapted quickly.

"Castle Master?" Seeing that Xu Shiyang seemed to have calmed down, Old Man Hu said tentatively: "Pick a few women and send them out?" ”

Xu Shiyang suddenly felt that he had become the focus of the entire Tunpu.

All the burghers looked at him with staring straight eyes—a hint of fear, a hint of supplication, and a hint of resentment.

Xu Shiyang felt that he was about to be ignited by those eyes.

The cheap dad in this life has only given him this dock fort for 10 months, and the villagers' trust in him is not particularly strong - of course, in fact, even if the old castle owner is the owner, the villagers will not regard him as their own.

Just like Hu Lanshan just said, how can a bastard who gives the village women to the Tartars every year be trusted by the villagers?

What's the point of traveling to such times if I'm like everyone else? In the past 10 months, Xu Shiyang has emphasized this sentence in his heart, trying to change this damn world, even if it is just the village around him, even if it is just a little bit.

Now, the biggest test is coming.

"Those Tartars have already broken through several dock forts to the west, and there should be no shortage of population." Xu Shiyang made up his mind and said slowly: "In this case, I will give 20 sheep and 50 stone of grain, and then 20 jars of wine, and people will forget it." ”

"20 sheep, 50 stone grain?" Old man Hu looked at Xu Shiyang in surprise.

This figure is equivalent to almost half of the annual income of an ordinary castle owner, plus the ...... wine.

It can be said that Xu Shiyang, who has just been in this village for only 10 months, wants to give all his income this year to Tartar, just to exchange for 5 women.

And I don't know which 5 women it is, and I can't even get their gratitude.

"That's it, you go over with wine and half of the food first, and talk to them." Xu Shiyang Qiang smiled and said, "As long as they agree to come down, I will send the rest over." ”

"But ......?"

"No, but." Xu Shiyang interrupted Old Man Hu's words: "I don't have a population here to give them, so I give them more food and wine." They'll be satisfied, right? ”

He said this with a smile, but Hu Lanshan felt that this smile made people chill from the bottom of his heart, like a young wolf staring at his throat.

Old man Hu felt that as long as he said another superfluous word, the young wolf would tear himself apart, and then change someone to contact Jin Bing.

So he could only agree: "I'll ......, I'll try ......, and it should be able to ......." ”

"Go, get your son along, and take two mules to carry things." Xu Shiyang said: "The people in the village still have something to do, so they won't accompany you." ”

……

Xu Shiyang looked at Old Man Hu and his son coldly, led the mule cart and walked in the direction of the black pillar of smoke in the distance, and gradually disappeared.

'I have to change, or God will let me cross over?' Xu Shiyang kept repeating to himself in his heart: 'It's a big deal to die!' Anyway, in this world, it is much easier to die in battle than to survive! ’

"Xu Da!" Xu Shiyang shouted.

"In!"

A half-grown boy who looked to be only 14 or 5 years old heard the call, came to Xu Shiyang's back, knocked his heel decently, snapped, and stood upright.

This boy known as Xu Da is a child of a homeless person, and in this era of eggs, he should not have had a chance to grow up - if it weren't for Xu Shiyang taking him in.

"Prepare everyone." Xu Shiyang smiled sympathetically: "I suddenly feel that the tribute we give to the Tartars is not enough, let's send some more!" ”