The symbol of the ancient Roman Empire is the eagle, and the symbol of the Dongjiang River should be the peregrine falcon, light and elegant, but there is no lack of ferocity, even if the bird is several times larger than it, it can be hunted, and the weak defeat the strong representative.

In the fluttering sound of peregrine falcon wings, the nimble bird swooped into a room like a night demon, its wings darkened in the light of the fire, and on the other side of the bird's shadow was a gloomy demon head.

With a huge head and a deformed body, if it weren't for the lack of two horns, it would be the image of the devil in the West.

A while ago, Mao Jue revealed that he was completely an image of a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty, and now, the dark side of the Liao State is also quietly unfolding, and his subordinates have removed the letterhead from the feet of the peregrine falcon, and an evil smile no less than that of the devil can't help but be revealed on Song Xiance's huge head.

"Is it finally going to be a decisive battle in the middle palace? The general really played a big game of chess! It's finally my turn to kill someone in the back hand! ”

"Get out!"

"Huh? Governor! It's too late to go out at this point, right? ”

"The King of Liao said that there was a great man in their old Mao family who said that 10,000 years is too long, just seize the day! What's too late now! The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of murder, when you are practicing demons and evil spirits!"

Pushed open the door with a creak, took a deep breath of the cold early spring breath of Datong Border Pass, revealing an intoxicated look, Song Xiance wrapped himself in a black cloak, and immediately disappeared into the night like a ghost.

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Datong town in the long history of the Ming Dynasty, has a particularly special position, the Ming Yingzong army is here to be shocked by the defeat, with hundreds of thousands of heavy soldiers panicked retreat, in the Tumu Fort was finally surrounded first, the last defeat, but also here, by the historical criticism, absurd and mediocre Ming Wuzong and the little prince of Tatar conducted a decisive battle, killed the Mongolian cavalry in vain to re-emerge nearly 10,000 people, the Tatar was divided for more than ten years.

In this turbulent era, Datong has also become the cusp of the storm, once the army completely breaks through Shanxi Town, Datong will become the next barrier of the Ming Dynasty, and it will also encounter unprecedented fire.

But in this sensitive period, the performance of the entire Datong general Jiang Ji is quite strange, on the one hand, he did not send reinforcements to the precarious Ningwuguan Zhou Yujibu, on the other hand, he did not do any active defense, the entire Datong Basin, it seems that he still does what he should do, as if the war never existed.

As the dividing line between the grassland and farming, the nomadic life and the customs of the Han people in the Central Plains are also intertwined, at the junction of Shuozhou and the grassland on the border, in the early spring, countless people lead cattle to pull the same Lele cart as the grassland tribe, trekking across the border wall of Datong.

This kind of action is called Yanxing, the border land is narrow and there are many people, with the population breeding, more and more surplus population has no land and less land, from the middle and late Ming Dynasty, there are border farmers to organize groups to rummage through the border towns, to the land of the Mongols, such as the Tumo River on the many Bansheng City governance to go down to cultivate, in the autumn, these farmers return to the Ming Dynasty with the harvest of grain.

Among them, the city lord of Bansheng, the Mongolian nobles can be exploited to a layer, back to the Ming Dynasty, and the local officials of the Ming Dynasty can also exploit a layer in the hands of Yanxing farmers, although they are subject to double exploitation, but these Yanxing farmers are better than starving to death in the barren land of their hometown, and they can barely form a win-win situation.

And these Yanxing peasants, like the cowboys in the United States, mixed with the ferocity of the nomads, in order to defend themselves with the little bit of food, can fight to the death against the Mongolian tribes who come to plunder.

It was also relying on this fierce folk customs that Lu Xiangsheng's Datong military was feared as the elite of the world.

However, it is not only these peasants who go north, there are also some caravans wearing homespun robes and melon skin hats, and it has always been an important way for the Shanxi people with many people to make a living when they go to the west and do grassland trade, and the caravans with horses or camels set off almost at the same time as the peasants every year.

Even among the many caravans, Luo Laoshi's caravan is also an extremely special one, because they are in the thin horse business!

The salt policy of the Ming Dynasty did not bring enough wealth to the imperial court, under the deformed policy, the upper and lower deception was to fatten the middle layer of salt merchants, and Yangzhou, the settlement of salt merchants, has become the most luxurious place in the world. This results in a unique and weird and evil trade, the Skinny Horse Trade!

Most of Qin Huai Bayan was born among the thin horses in Yangzhou.

The girl known as the thin horse was purchased and domesticated by the exclusive family of Yangzhou, and then taught by those mothers poetry and songs, opera talents, or cooking skills, in the real sense, even Adriana can be regarded as a member of the thin horse, and the largest source of these thin horses is the poor border town of Datong Xuanfu.

In this case, it is no wonder that the people in the north of the empire are becoming more and more scattered, and the border soldiers have become the main source of mob troops.

But in the trade caravan of thin horses, Luo Laoshi is still a special one, because he rarely has some "patriotic" qualities, he would rather go far away to collect the poor daughters of the Mongolian tribes, but rarely buy the poor daughters of Datong, although the locals are not necessarily grateful to him, but the justice in his heart is satisfied.

But these days, even if it's a profitable skinny horse business, it's not easy to do! The first is the rise of Lin Dan Khan, who killed a large part of the Mongolian right-wing tribes, causing chaos among the Mongolian tribes that had once cooperated. In recent years, there has been another fierce rival, Dongjiang, which is also acquiring the Mongolian population.

In the past few years, what is even worse is that I don't know why, in the past two years, the tribes in Inner Mongolia have become more chaotic, the tribes have fought each other, and the grassland bandits who have lost their tribes have also risen like a honeycomb.

One person and one camel, the right side of the camel is filled with iron pots, homespun cloth, salt and other foods urgently needed by the Mongolian tribes, and the left side is carrying a big knife and spear, Luo Laoshi even holds a flintlock pistol purchased from the Dongjiang River in his hand, I really don't know how he got it in Liaodong, where military law is strict.

And compared to the Liao army, his flintlock pistol also made some changes, the screws that fixed the barrel were replaced by iron clips, the bayonet was unloaded to one side, and three Dongjiang exit barrels were tied to his legs on the left and right.

It has been a few days since the customs exited, and the accompanying Yanxing farmers were happy to find the place where they took root and cultivated last year, and they could leave their luggage, but for Luo Laoshi, today is a disaster, and several places where the Mongolian tribes have camped are empty, and there are two places that have obviously suffered from military disasters, the camp tent was burned, and the corpses of people and sheep who died for an unknown period of time are rotting, and their business is simply not able to carry out.

The border people of Datong are enthusiastic to leave things behind, and there are no Mongolian tribes, which means that they are less exploited, and they are excited to prepare for spring farming, but for Luo Laoshi, it is really helpless.

In the dilapidated farmhouse that had been erected last year, several of the leaders of the caravan were worried about the fire, looking at each other as if they were dead.

After a long time, Luo Laoshi stroked his thick beard and hummed dullly: "There is no business with Li Da and his party, let's go north tomorrow, how can there be Mongolians in the area of Tumo River Hengsheng City!" Just take a little risk!"

"It's not taking a risk, it's playing with life! Big cabinet! There are only a hundred of us! Further on, there is the battlefield of the Inner Khalkha and Xilin Gol Division, where the Tartars are like wolves, and they don't follow the rules at all! We're going to deliver meat!"

A young man in the caravan shouted excitedly, his father had just been killed in battle with the Mongol rogues last year, and he had just stepped up to the top, and when he had finished shouting, he had turned his head to look at the other end, and shouted impatiently.

"Daddy Li, you can also say something!"

He looked around, and the oldest shopkeeper took a dull puff of the big cigarette pouch, and finally, too, shook his head hesitantly.

"Big cabinet, this year's panic led the military disaster, and it is easier to collect people in this mansion than in previous years! You don't want to harm the girl in your hometown, old and admirable! But for everyone's life! The old man also felt that it was time to turn back! ”

"It's better to sell it cheaper than the big guys feeding the wolves!"

The old shopkeeper's words obviously resonated with the big guy, however, to be a big cabinet, Luo Laoshi is not only more fierce and able to fight, but his thoughts are also quite long.

In his worried gaze, he looked around with a scarred eye, and he also sighed heavily.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is indeed easy to collect when you go back, and it is cheaper than in previous years, but have you ever thought about it, there are more people who do these thin horse businesses, they are familiar with the way, we are new to the industry, even if we receive good thin horses, have you robbed them?"

The group of people who heard these words couldn't help but frown, but if this sentence only moved them slightly, Luo Laoshi's next words directly pushed the caravan to the tip of the knife.

"Moreover, in the past two years, thieves have been flocking, and the trade route from Shanxi to Yangzhou is even more intermittent, and those from Yangzhou are also more picky! Generally, the poor family's thin horses can't get into their eyes at all, and those who have business with us are accustomed to receiving Mongolian babies to meet the curiosity of those big people. ”

This time, even Li Dajiao couldn't help but nod, he couldn't keep his unique selling point, and this thin horse caravan was wasted.

"Anyway, Lao Tzu would rather die here than go back to die of poverty! Sell your sons and daughters like those mud legs, those days are not people's lives, you decide for yourself!"

Finally snorted, lit a cigarette, Luo honestly smoked heavily, and his words made a group of caravan cabinets completely silent.

But seeing that the young man who was most opposed just now, he couldn't help but nodded, and wanted to open his mouth, who knew this kung fu, but Luo Laoshi suddenly had a tree in his ears, stretched out his hand suddenly, stopped everyone from talking, and the cigarette was spit on the ground and stepped on it, and then blew out the lights in the house.

Having been a merchant on the grassland for many years, he was dancing on the tip of a knife, and he had already developed a tacit understanding, watching the main house go out, and those caravan members also turned over with the same tacit understanding, and looked around vigilantly.

Burst~

An arrow shot out of the middle of the night, and the Yan pedestrian who was standing at the entrance of this simple village and dozing vigilantly screamed, and turned over and fell from the two-meter-high lookout village, and before the farmers of the Yan Xing village could react, countless torches flashed out on the flat grassland, and the sound of the horse roared violently in an instant.

Then someone screamed violently.

"Tartar!"

Although they are aggressive, the Mongolian tribes still have rules to talk about, one of which is not to hurt the merchants, after all, the nomadic tribes cannot be self-sufficient, and they need supplies from the Central Plains, once they are killed, in the long run, these tribes are self-defeating.

But the Mongolian tribes who have been reduced to exiles have lost their tribes, cattle and sheep, and all the rules and comforts, what they have done is to kill and burn all the things they have encountered!

The Yanxing Datong people carrying cultivation materials had undoubtedly become their tasty targets, and they might even have been crouching here for days.

But these Yanxing farmers are not lambs to be slaughtered, and even if they are sheep, they also have horns.

At the entrance of the village, the fierce cavalry rushed in, and when the Tartar cavalry opened his bow left and right, several Datong peasants who had just rushed out of the shed were shot to death one after another, but just as he was laughing arrogantly, a peasant suddenly came out of the haystack and stabbed it with a dung fork.

may be a well-known figure on the grassland, but he was killed by a dung fork in a daze.

Able to survive and cultivate on the grassland, these peasants were also not afraid of death, and they slammed out of the house, blocking arrows against the quilts and corpses, and hooked down the cavalry that came and went like the wind with hoes, and then the family went into battle, crackling and smashing in the face.

Playing with knives and farm tools are intertwined into a bloody song of the night.

Luo Laoshi's caravan has become the absolute main force of this Yanxing peasantry, the cavalry of the steppe rogue rushed to the house where they lived, and before the bow was drawn, a person rushed out in the dark like a cat, and directly threw the head of the rogue off the horse, although he was stunned just now, but he really fought, and the young man was not ambiguous, and he directly cut the throat of the Mongolian rogue in the rolling.

Flashed out of the shadows, and with a bang, a galloping Mongolian cavalry screamed and left it, and the other angrily took out a knife and slashed it at Luo Laoshi, who was only ten meters away.

But unlike ordinary musketeers, Luo Laoshi held the front clip with his left hand, and pressed the back clip with his right hand, and with a bang, the barrel of the finished gun fell in response, and the butt was inserted into the side of the leg, and with a click, the clip stuck into the gap that was specially broken, and it was immediately erected, and in five seconds, the second shot collapsed, and the Tartar cavalry turned over and fell to the ground in amazement.

Loosening the clamp again, the face of the beard, fleshy and fierce not like a merchant but like a bandit became more and more hideous, and he put the third gun on the barrel, and he rushed out of the house fiercely.

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The identity of the hunter and the prey is not eternal, count a lot, but these Mongolian thieves of more than 200 people did not count that they could not beat this Yan Xingren, more than 40 people were killed, more than 20 were hooked off by a hoe, and 50 horses were dropped, and this tributary fled in a panic.

"Fuck it, son of a tart!"

"Dead, dog thing!"

There were also more than 30 people who died, and the Yan Xingren were all sent out by the family, the anger can be imagined, there is no mercy at all, and the 20 or so Tartar rogues begged for mercy in fear, and were dragged to the village threshing floor by the villagers, men, women, and children went into battle together, and beat them to death with sticks and hoes.

Luo Laoshi's caravan didn't die, and he was divided into more than a dozen horses, but as a big cabinet of the caravan, Luo Laoshi was not happy, when searching for the body, next to the thief head who was stabbed to death by a dung fork, he picked up an old banner with more than a dozen holes, embroidered with a big character on it.

"Break!"

His face was pale, and the well-informed Luo Laoshi turned his head violently in a trembling manner, and shouted at the few shopkeepers behind him.

"Go back to the customs, be quick!"

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It seems that there is more than one Yanxing team that has encountered such a thief, and the Yanxing team that has just come out of the customs immediately withdrew from the customs in a swarm, and more than a dozen banners were sent to the general military mansion of Datong together.

Eight feet tall, wearing heavy armor and heavy helmets like an iron man, but looking at the big flags stacked in front of the table, the face of the Datong general Jiang Jian was as white as a dead man.

"Thief, to the ......, to the ......, to the grassland?"

(End of chapter)