It was late at night.

On the wilderness thirty miles away from Juzhou City, the cries of the old eagles began to echo.

Flocks of wild dogs roamed among the fields that had once been, their eyes red from eating too much dead man's flesh twinkling like ghosts in the waist-deep weeds.

As far as the eye can see, there are broken walls and ruins everywhere.

Walking in the wilderness, you can see scattered human bones everywhere.

Occasionally, something wild swept over the skeleton, and after stepping on the skeleton, it startled a green ghost fire, which sent chills down the spine.

It has been 12 years since the Han people's court crossed to the south, and the fertile land of Jiangbei has been repeatedly washed and plundered by Tatars, bandits, homeless people, and warlords, and now it has become this ghost domain.

There is not one in ten people, all industries are withered, the fields are barren, and wild beasts walk and walk.

If there really is a hell in the world, then you don't have to look for it, just look at what it looks like on the earth now.

In fact, after all, Juzhou is located on the edge of the Qilu Peninsula and is not the main target of the Tartars and heroes from all walks of life, so it is relatively peaceful, and occasionally you can see a little smoke coming out of some heavily guarded tunbao.

If someone walks more than 100 miles west from here and truly enters the Central Plains, then he will be able to understand what hell cannot reach.

In today's Jiangbei, no matter where it is, when it gets dark, no one dares to walk alone in the fields.

Not to mention the more ferocious beast thieves, even packs of wild dogs, now dare to directly attack lone pedestrians.

Of course, if it was a group of heavily armed soldiers who were sleeping in the wilderness at night, it would not be so difficult to understand.

If this group of soldiers is still an elite Tartar cavalry, then, it has to be said, they do have the capital to act recklessly.

The team in front of him who had set up a bow shop in the field was such a Tartar cavalry.

About 5 or 60 bald men with money rat tails put away their armor and wore only leather robes or clothes stolen from the Han Chinese, some even shirtless, but each with a waist knife, and several of the leader-like figures still had iron bones and throwing axes hanging from their waists.

These Tartars do not have fences and walls, and a few branches are inserted at random, and even if they are camped, strong men are in groups of a dozen, talking and laughing loudly around five blazing bonfires, and some people are staring at the whole sheep on the top, constantly turning them over with sticks, and the sheep fat drips into the fire, crackling.

On the left side of the camp, there were also a few leisurely-looking Tartar unarmored soldiers guarding the hundreds of newly captured minions that had been raided south.

With their chests folded and sticks in their hands, they occasionally smacked the heads of the sobbing slaves twice, in exchange for desperately suppressed screams and triumphant laughter from their abusers.

The leader of this team, the centurion of the Dajin Kingdom, Hai Huri, sat on a woolen blanket with a bearskin coat on his body, and in his right hand he picked up a snatched sea bowl, and poured all the wine syrup into his stomach in one go.

"Ah, good!"

Hai Huli threw the bowl casually, reached out to wipe the only few mouse whiskers on his lips, and said with a mouth full of wine: "It's still good in the Central Plains, I can't imagine that when I go on the expedition, I can still drink wine!" ”

"Oh, this master is a lot at first glance, but it's a pity that we only have this kind of local brew in this small place, and it is not worthy of the master's ability."

Old man Hu hurriedly stepped forward, struggled to pick up a large jar, and refilled the bowl in Haihuli with wine syrup:

"Next time the master comes again, please inform the little one in advance, and I can also ask the master to prepare real good wine for the master."

"Hahaha!" Hearing this, Hai Huli laughed loudly: "You Han dog, don't you want to find out about my master's military situation?" ”

There was a stab wound on his face that ran from his forehead to his chin, and he was pulled by laughter, twisted like a poisonous snake. The bloody mouth like a man-eating beast, full of burnt dirty teeth, and the foul smell mixed with the smell of turbid wine, made people sick.

"How can it, how can it, how can the small one be so bold."

Hu Lanshan ignored the other party's threat, and said with a smile like a clown:

"Besides, we Han people are not good at arching horses, and the master can beat us a hundred with one hand, even if we inquire about the military situation, the minions can't do anything, right? The little ones just want to prepare in advance, and give the master a labor army, and the master can only drink this local brew, which is also a poor hospitality for us to be a slave, isn't it? ”

Hai Huli didn't think that the local Han people dared to do anything to them, but the Han dogs were cunning, and if they secretly reported their behavior to the steppe Tartars or party barbarians, they might not be able to please them.

Hai Huli inherited his uncle's property last year and became a Mouke, with a total of only 80 households, barely 200 dingkou, if he has a hard encounter with the grassland or the party, the loss is great, and his hard-won status will decline, and even, his own Mouke may be seized by others.

It's like taking the inheritance that Uncle left to several cousins with Amma.

Thinking of this, Hai Huli sneered and said to Old Man Hu: "Don't inquire about the behavior of the general, just prepare good wine and meat at this time of year in the future!" ”

"Yes, yes~~~, definitely~~~." Hu Lanshan nodded again and again like a chicken pecking rice, and at the same time motioned to his son of Mu Na to quickly pour wine for the Tartar leader.

"Also, go back and tell your master, spare him this year, and he will come back next year, and he will give out ten girls!"

Speaking of women, Haihuri's men burst into laughter.

Han women are fair-skinned and beautiful, and have a supple body, and have always been the favorite goods of the tribesmen.

In the early years, this was nothing, now the northern Han people do not exist one in ten, the hunters who grew up between the white mountains and black waters are not good at boating, and they can't cross the river to loot, and the new good goods are getting less and less year by year, and now outside the customs, a beautiful and clean new Han girl can even change a good horse!

The old man Hu secretly complained bitterly and didn't dare to answer - in his eyes, Xu Shiyang is a young and vigorous half-grown child, who usually likes to shout "Hu no one, Han Daochang", and attaches the most importance to the population.

As a "diplomat" in the fort who deals with all kinds of Tartars and heroes all year round, Hu Lanshan certainly knows that in the eyes of the Tartars, Han women are very valuable - second only to cattle and horses, and slightly higher than iron weapons.

If it weren't for the fact that the Tartar team in front of him had already grabbed a lot of people before, Old Man Hu felt that he would not be able to fool him this time.

And, this time has passed, what about the next time?

With Xu Shiyang's character of not advancing in oil and salt, what should I do if he is desperate not to give the population and attract the Tartars to attack the fort?

When the time comes, it will not be something that 5 women can pass away.

Old man Hu was still thinking about the future, Hai Huli drank two bowls of wine, gnawed a whole leg of mutton, and then mentioned the Han girl, and suddenly felt a heat in his lower abdomen.

He waved his hand, beckoned the head of the sign (equivalent to fifty households) Wulu, and commanded loudly: "Go to the back and find a few Han girls to have fun!" ”

The bald head, which was two people wide, grinned sideways, and turned to walk towards the place where the raw mouth was held.

There was a terrible scream and the woman's voice begging for mercy.