The hot summer is the season of wheat harvest.

On the land of Youzhou, patches of wheat fields are rippling with golden wheat waves. Full and firm ears of wheat, bent heavily, this year is another bumper year.

Since the practice of "steamed buns" came out in Liaodong, the wheat fields on the land of Youzhou are planted more and more. In the past, the dead dough cakes could be made into big white steamed buns, fragrant and soft, just like my daughter-in-law's place, and I still want to eat them.

The farmer king straightened his waist honestly, his dark face was covered with beads of sweat, but there was a joy of a good harvest.

"Be honest, drink saliva first, and then cut the wheat later." Wang Laoshi married his daughter-in-law for a month and brought him a pot of water. This little daughter-in-law with a big ****** chest knows at a glance that she is easy to give birth to.

Thanks to Wang Laoshi's family background, his family has 30 acres of land, so he spent a cow's dowry to marry this little daughter-in-law.

The honest Wang honestly picked up the crockpot, drank half a can in one go, and then put it down. Mu Ne looked at his little daughter-in-law and just smiled.

The little daughter-in-law took out a cotton sweat towel and wiped the sweat beads on Wang's face.

It was the newlywed honeymoon, and the two of them were so good that they were blending oil in honey.

A puff of black smoke rose in the distance, getting closer and closer, and the little daughter-in-law was a little flustered and said, "Isn't it the Tartars who have come to fight the grass valley?" ”

Wang said honestly: "Lord Yuan and the Tartars have a good relationship, they haven't come to rob for many years, it shouldn't be." ”

As he spoke, the black smoke approached, and he saw a big horse galloping forward. The horses' hooves trampled on the wheat field, and the wheat fell down one by one, and the ears of wheat broke and splashed. I can see that Wang Laoshi's heart is dripping blood: what a good crop, it has been ruined like this.

The little daughter-in-law grabbed Wang Laoshi in a panic. "Honestly, run. ”

Wang Laoshi woke up from his dream, pulled his legs and ran to the village.

However, human legs can't outrun horses' legs, and outside Zhuangzi, Wang Laoshi and his little daughter-in-law were intercepted.

A man with sideburns urged the horse to step forward and waved his hand, and Wang Laoshi's head flew into the sky, and the hot blood in his neck rose a foot high, splashing directly on the face of the little daughter-in-law.

The little daughter-in-law was trembling, and before she could cry, another strong man with pigtails and two scars on his face also stepped forward with a knife.

The cotton clothes of the little daughter-in-law were divided into two halves, revealing the majestic peaks.

The strong man laughed, proud of his superb knife skills. Able to tear through clothes without damaging a trace of skin, the strong man's scimitar makes it really admirable.

The man with sideburns jumped off the horse first and threw his little daughter-in-law to the ground. One hand tore the little daughter-in-law's pants; The other is very skillful in untying his own leather robe.

The strong man scolded with a smile: "Tutug, you will die on the belly of a woman sooner or later!" ”

A middle-aged Xianbei man who looked like a team leader said: "There are girls in the village, brothers, kill them!" ”

"Whoa, whoa," the small group of Xianbei cavalry raised their heads and roared like wolves. Then clamp the horses and rush to the village.

Behind him, Tutug had already begun to vigorously do piston movements, and the little daughter-in-law let out a heart-rending cry.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a large fire broke out in the village.

The honest and responsible crop Han people don't know how to resist, they only know how to kneel and kowtow, and pray that the Tartar lords only grab things and don't kill people.

However, they were wrong, and the Xianbei cavalry swung their swords and swords, and the heads of the big men flew into the sky one after another.

"Men taller than the wheels, kill! Old man, kill! The squad leader ordered with a sinister smile.

One by one, the sturdy men were killed, leaving only young girls and daughters-in-law; There are also groups of children who are lower than the wheels, and these children are raised for two years and are docile herding slaves.

In the blue sky and daylight, the Xianbei knights lit piles of bonfires, and the chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep caught from the villagers' homes were slaughtered and washed, skewered with wooden sticks, and roasted on the fire.

Wood is used for the beams and furniture of the villagers' houses.

The team leader drank rice wine from the villagers' houses, ate barbecue, laughed and said, "Let the two-legged sheep dance for us!" ”

Some wicked men took leather whips and whipped the big girls and little daughters-in-law, shouting, "Take off your clothes!" Hurry up and take it off! ”

The embarrassed Han woman was slightly disobedient, and was beaten down by the leather whip on her head and face, and suddenly, blood marks appeared on her body, and some were bleeding.

The eldest girls and little daughters-in-law hurriedly took off their clothes in a panic, hugged their arms one by one, and squeezed together naked.

"Dance! Dance! The Xianbei knight with a scar on his face stuttered indistinctly.

The women were helpless and began to writhe their bodies under the whip. Where they dance, they just bouncing around.

The rough and big-footed daughter of the farmer has not very white skin, but without exception there are large lumps of flesh on her chest, which are falling heavily. It shook up and down.

The Xianbei people laughed, each found a woman, pounced directly, pressed it on the dirt, and began to impact vigorously.

The women had tears in their eyes, but they didn't dare to cry out loud, lest they would sweep away the interest of these Tartar lords and be stabbed.

Beside the fire, a group of Han children huddled together tremblingly. Watch these striped flesh worms wriggle. No one dared to speak out.

The team leader snapped and patted the Han woman under him. "Cry! Shout! If you don't call, how can the uncle be interested? ”

The Han women cried out like weeping, and the interest of the Xianbei knights became higher and higher, and the sound of slapping the woman's buttocks continued to sound.

After a quarter of an hour, the squad leader got up from the woman, undressed, and sat naked by the fire.

He drank another bowl of wine and said intoxicatedly, "Cool! ”

Since Kebineng's assassination, the grasslands have been in chaos. The various tribes fought against each other for the sake of territory.

The Duanbu, the Murong Ministry, the Yuwen Ministry, the Tuoba Ministry, the Rouran Ministry, and other major tribes all started the battle to unify the grassland. There is no longer a clear boundary between the eastern Xianbei, the western Xianbei, and the northern Xianbei. Between the tribes, they are united vertically and horizontally, and each shows its magical powers.

In the eastern Xianbei, there is a small tribe of the Murong tribe that gradually rises. It united more than a dozen small tribes around it, and the people known as Thor slowly developed and grew.

Its leader, Murong Ke, is a descendant of the royal family of the Murong family, although he is a 14-year-old child, he is both civil and military, brave and decisive, and extremely intelligent.

Several famous shamans on the grassland have confirmed Murong Ke's royal identity and publicized for him: He is the messenger of the thunder god and has come for the prosperity of the grassland people.

Murong Ke really made an extraordinary move, he called on all ethnic groups in Xianbei to go to the territory of the Han people to rob gold and silver, women, food, salt, and everything!

For 400 years, the Han people's majestic style and dazzling achievements have always suppressed the grassland peoples. It is not in vain that a Han is a five-hu, and the backbone of the grassland people has long been discounted.

Even Kirby Neng made offerings to the Han court, grovelling, and only dared to make small moves in private.

Murong Ke took the lead in leading people to rob Han territory, and grabbed a large amount of grain and women in Shanggu.

At this moment, the demonstration effect came out, and the red-eyed Xianbei tribes suspended their conquest of each other, and flocked to Youzhou and Bingzhou together, and started a big robbery.

Sure enough, the cowardly Han people, these two-legged sheep, are no longer brave.

The Xianbei people tasted the sweetness, and the location of the robbery became deeper and deeper into the Han realm, and even began to besiege the county seat of the Han people.

(End of chapter)