"Goo Du Hai! Sweep their legs with a mace! As he spoke, he threw a mace full of spikes to a tall wrestler.

Just when an Oroqen hunter was dealing with Guduhai with all his might, a Jurchen soldier slashed his stomach from the side, and the blood immediately soaked through the roe deer fur coat and dripped on the white snow.

At this time, a group of young hunters rushed up and tried to kill Po Liba, just at this time, two old bearded old men stopped them and said, "That young man is right, let them go, the god of Malu Mountain will punish them for their sins!" At this time, a group of young hunters rushed up and tried to kill Po Liba, just at this time, two old bearded old men stopped them and said, "That young man is right, let them go, the god of Marlu Mountain will punish them for their sins!" ”

"Get them out!" Suddenly, Sabal roared, and after looking around at the crowd, he threw Po Liba off the horse, and Po Liba fell on the snow and fell on the snow and gnawed on.

"Whoever called you back!" Sabal ordered Po to leave the eight paths, and at the moment when he spoke, an arrow came out of nowhere, piercing the arm of a Jurchen, it turned out that he was trying to sneak up on Sabar from behind, and the arrow was shot by Bai Yin, and Sabal turned around and was furious.

"Get them out!" Suddenly, Sabal roared, and after looking around at the crowd, he threw Po Liba off the horse, and Po Liba fell on the snow and fell on the snow and gnawed on.

"Don't, don't kill me!! I'll give you whatever you want! Po Liba said tremblingly in a consultative tone.

Suddenly, the old man fell backwards and fell to the snow, and his abdomen was kicked hard, but the strong old man endured it, he endured the pain, and looked at the arrogant Jurchen soldiers desolately, and his teenage granddaughter ran over and cried and called grandpa.

But at this time, there was a sudden big riot on the southern river, and suddenly someone shouted that Meng'an Mouke was coming, and Meng'an Mouke was a kind of formation of the Jurchens planning army at that time.

With 300 households as a mok, set the centurion as the leader, ten moke as a fierce an, set the commander of the thousand as the leader, and there are also Wu Chang (smashing the flag) and Shi Chang (holding the flag), because of the implementation

"The strong are all soldiers" is the system of the integration of soldiers and people, and Meng'an Mouke is not only a military organization, but also a local administrative organization (called Meng'an Moukehu), which is the basic social organization of the Jurchen people.

It was not until later that Sabal learned that the old man had three sons, and that more than twenty years ago, his wife, who had just given birth, took the younger son alone and waited for her husband, eldest son, and second son to return from hunting.

On that day, the woman did not wait for hope, but was raped and killed by a group of Jurchen soldiers passing by to find water, and the little baby was strangled to death.

Many years later, the old man's eldest son never came back when he hunted bears, leaving him with this little granddaughter to rely on for his life.

Five years ago, his second son and his companions went to the bazaar outside the mountains to pack furs for daily necessities, but they were extorted and plundered by Jurchen patrols, and after a desperate struggle, the young hunter shed blood.

"Don't, don't, don't move, go back to Lord Ben! Did you fools hear me? Po Liba shouted angrily, and those who tried to get close had to turn their horses' heads and retreat a few steps.

"Don't, don't, don't move, go back to Lord Ben! Did you fools hear me? Po Liba shouted angrily, and those who tried to get close had to turn their horses' heads and retreat a few steps.

"Brothers of Xi Zhu, fight with the Jurchens to the death!" With a roar, more than a dozen hunters drew their hunting knives and bows and rushed towards the group of Jurchen soldiers.

Some of them also picked up sharp forks stained with fish blood, and the Jurchen soldiers were not vegetarians, they drew their long knives and bows and arrows, and a melee between the ruling and the ruled people unfolded beside this vast glacier.

Suddenly, the old man fell backwards and fell to the snow, and his abdomen was kicked hard, but the strong old man endured it, he endured the pain, and looked at the arrogant Jurchen soldiers desolately, and his teenage granddaughter ran over and cried and called grandpa.

"Kill these disobedient people, Lord Ben will reward you heavily!" Po Liba was hysterically riding on a horse, commanding his soldiers with a knife, and several officers in chain mail next to him were drawing their bows and aiming at the crowd, but because the figures of the two sides were entangled together, he scolded angrily.

Suddenly, the old man fell backwards and fell to the snow, and his abdomen was kicked hard, but the strong old man endured it, he endured the pain, and looked at the arrogant Jurchen soldiers desolately, and his teenage granddaughter ran over and cried and called grandpa.

At this time, a group of young hunters rushed up and tried to kill Po Liba, just at this time, two old bearded old men stopped them and said, "That young man is right, let them go, the god of Malu Mountain will punish them for their sins!" Suddenly, the old man fell backwards and fell to the snow, and his abdomen was kicked hard, but the strong old man endured it, he endured the pain, and looked at the arrogant Jurchen soldiers desolately, and his teenage granddaughter ran over and cried and called grandpa.