Qin Cang led dozens of people to break through those boxes, and three hundred sabers were laid out one by one! At this moment, everyone's eyes straightened!

The quality of modern steel is almost as good as that of ancient Uzi iron, especially Qin Cang and others use modern forging knife technology! This time the profit is big, and the craftsmanship given by the boss is the best! Without hesitation, these swords are the weapons of the country wherever they go!

Qin Cang took the scimitar and turned to look at the clansmen who came up. Qin Cang estimated in his heart that there were less than two hundred men left, and the women estimated that there were four or five hundred, there were almost no old people, and there should be many children, but they were not released.

"The sons of the Han family! Now you've seen it! We have no escape! We set out from our hometown together, from Jingzhao, from Henan, from Lintao or Xiping to Yumen Pass, so what? It's not like I'm being chased by Tatar yet! Tartar chase, we run! ran to the country of Huoxun, and the country of Huoxun had already been destroyed by Tatar! Everywhere we go, it's a mountain of bones! Remember how my great-grandfather died?

He was tied to a war horse by Tatar and dragged to death on the ground while running!

How did we get out of the fire to find the country? It was my grandfather who exchanged my grandmother for the customs clearance paperwork that ran from the country of Huoxun to the territory of the Kipchaks! But what about getting here? Aren't we being chased by them? Crossed the Yi River and fled to the steppe. If you can't stay on the grassland, follow the other tribes and run west! Run, run, run to the Ati River! I don't remember Ati because I wasn't born yet. My father grew up by the Ati River, and what about me? I grew up on the banks of the Niper River! We run and run, don't we still have no fixed place?

How did we get to this Crimea? The Tatars are in civil strife! There are wars going on everywhere! My father thought he would be safe when he ran south and reached this island! Are we safe?

No!

There are fewer and fewer men, and aren't the Tatars around us still bullying us?

Han family sons! The world is very big, Kyushu is very wide! But we have long since had no way to escape!! The backbone is broken, what are you running?! Where are you going? ”

At this moment, Qin Cang had actually lost consciousness. The person who was shouting was the original Qin Cang! It was the original Qin Cang who was crying!

But this did not prevent Qin Cang from looking at the original owner from the perspective of a passer-by, crying bitterly.

There is a word called empathy, and Qin Cang feels empathy now. Everyone is Han, they are all displaced Han people, they are all Han people who have lost their families. Qin Cang was also confused, and he was also displaced. Selling swords in Longquan, being deceived by people, renting a house for three days as soon as the price increases, selling molds for five days to break the promise, the knife factory delayed delivery, and the next family is not making up the payment.

Qin Cang couldn't help but want to say something, and then he suddenly felt that he was back, and he could control his body.

"I ...... My compatriots ......." Qin Cang suddenly choked up, "......"

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear, and have the same enmity with the son! ......”

"Do you say you have no clothes? With the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd, and work with my son! ......”

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers, and go with my son! ......”

Qin Cang was suddenly speechless.

He looked at the stiff waists of these Han people, looked at their weathered faces, and he didn't know what to say. So he had no choice but to sing, singing this ancient ballad on the land of Qinchuan for eight hundred miles.

The local voice has not been heard for a long time. Today, few people in the Han tribe can sing the ballads of their hometown. The old people followed the law of the jungle in the steppe and were cleared out of the tribe when they were old. Those meetings about his hometown, the eight hundred miles of Qinchuan, the fertile soil of the Central Plains, the old land of Cuihan, and the Luoshui soup soup have all disappeared from memory. The surging Yellow River, the juniors don't know how to describe it for a long time. Because whether it is the quietly flowing Don River, or the wide and rushing Yi River and the Nieper River, they are all so pure, cleansing the memory of the years of the Yellow River in the yellow sand and loess.

Older people sang along, and younger people hummed along.

The camp slowly sounded the sound of the long-lost homeland. A hundred years have passed in a hurry, and the Han sound has unconsciously brought Hu Sheng, but it doesn't matter, as long as the heart is in Han, it is a Han person!

"Let's kill Hu! If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent!! The spirits of the fathers and villagers in heaven will definitely help us wait for the great success! ”

Qin Cang seemed to feel a person leaving quietly. He looked up, and it was a clear day above the blue sky.

So he roared, mounted his horse, and took up his sword.

There was no armor in the Han Chinese camp, so everyone was wrapped in sheepskins. There is little iron, so the arrows are made of animal teeth or bones.

The cavalry that rushed out was about six or seven hundred. The women followed. The sturdy riders carry swords, and the weaker ones ride weak horses, carrying old scimitars and spears, and some carrying bows and arrows on their backs.

This is the last stand of the Han people!

.......

Katulu tribes.

They are a branch of the Crimean Tatars. Similarly, they were forced to flee south because the khans of the steppes of Eastern Europe were vying for the throne. They have more than a thousand people, and they are a good small force in the southeast of the Crimean peninsula. Several small tribes of hundreds or even one or two hundred around had to make offerings to them.

And for the patriarch Chabala, it is a beautiful thing to oppress the small tribes. Sitting in the big tent, hunting and eating the food they had served, Chabala loved this kind of life.

In Chabala's tent, Chabala was lying on a bed he had stolen from the Greeks, holding a Greek woman to eat, drink, and be merry.

Suddenly, the tent was lifted by a woman!

It was a Tatar woman with a slender figure and long legs. It can be seen from her dress that she must be a noble person in this tribe.

"Eqige, the Han people have disappeared. They seem to have run south! ”

The native Tatars are already basically Caucasians. After all, there were too few Mongols, and the bloodlines gradually mixed. The rare snow-white skin of this Tatar woman was dotted with two crystal clear black pearls, and the delicate arrangement of organs on her plump and round little face made the guards who were watching her from left and right swallow their saliva.

It seemed that she had just ridden over, and there was still a trace of sweat on her neck, and she fell down with anger, and her upturned chest almost hooked the souls of the guards.

"Baoyin, you're thinking too much. The old Qin leader has been played to death by me, what else can his puppy-like son do? Chabala's fat body squirmed, and he sat up from the bed to look at his precious daughter.

"But they ran away!"