The drought in the northwest is just bitter for the farmer, for the vigorous weeds, but there is no big relationship, outside the plug, it is still the sky and the vast wind blowing the grass to see the beautiful scenery of cattle and sheep.

A bitter cold wind from Siberia makes the tall dead grass rise and fall like waves of the sea, and then rush to the horizon, where herds of cattle and sheep, cheerful horses, and lonely shepherds appear in the valley of the waves.

The shepherd lay in the flock, sheltering from the biting cold. This winter is getting colder and colder every year, the cold wind is like a knife, cutting human flesh, and the old sheepskin jacket can't resist it, especially this year, the grassland has also happened to have a cold that has not been seen since childhood, according to this, in the deep winter, there will be more cattle and sheep frozen and closed. "It's not okay to go on like this, we must get more supplies from the southerners to survive the winter, to survive the spring, and this time I expect my two sons to bring back more things in the capital of the southerners."

Wuguang's two sons and the men in the tribe all rode the most powerful war horses with knives and guns, and went to fight with the tribal leaders to the capital of the southerners, for this harvest, Wuguang expressed absolute confidence, because he knew the combat effectiveness of the southerners best, and it was not worth mentioning at all. Isn't it just watching everyone roar around in the Han village? Didn't you watch everyone loot enough before they came back with trepidation?

This time the tribal leader said that the capital of the southerners is countless times richer than this northwest land, and even the people who sell snacks in front of a city gate are all huge amounts of money (it is true in history, the Ming Dynasty has been implementing the policy of hiding the wealth from the people since the Hongwu Dynasty, but later it violated the original intention of the peasant emperor and became rich in the gentry and merchants) If it is not too far, he still has to take care of these cattle and sheep, and he can't say that he also carries a knife, and it is much better to loot once than to raise cattle and sheep for a year, especially to catch a few slaves back. It's a great deal.

was thinking about beautiful things, suddenly he felt the ground under him tremble slightly, and the black light got up, this is a large group of cavalry passing by, at this time, there must be a large number of cavalry passing by, which tribe must have been mobilized and went to the capital division of the southerners.

It's ridiculous to think that this tribe has only now been mobilized and set off, and when they arrive at the capital division of the Nanren, it will be too late, so Wuguang really wants to see their disappointed expressions.

When Wu Guang stood up and looked around, he saw that there was a cavalry in the south slowly spreading towards him, no, the south was the place of the Han people, I had never heard that there were their own Mongolian tribes there, especially not such a large tribe.

Playing a pergola with his hands to block the harsh sunlight from the south, he could clearly see that the cavalry from the south was wearing all the sheepskin cotton jackets and sheepskin hats rising and falling in the artemisia grass. Such a neat dress is something that all the tribes have never seen, because everyone sends their own troops and brings their own war horses, because the rich and poor of the people are different, so they wear everything, and some of them also wear women's clothes snatched from the southerners, and it is never possible to be so neat.

Is it the army of the Han Chinese? Lao Wuguang laughed self-deprecatingly, this is even more impossible, because the Han people can't get out of the customs, they can't say it at the beginning, but now they definitely won't in these years, because it's already good if they don't starve to death, and they should wait for death in their kennel at this time.

So who is that? Wuguang wondered and thought to death, and suddenly he remembered, maybe this is the children who went out to come back, hahaha, come back so soon? I don't know how much they looted back, but it doesn't matter, the most important thing now is to take out the Hada and the salt to welcome the children of the successful expedition home.

So, Wuguang happily took out the precious Hada in his arms, held it in both hands, strode towards the children who were getting closer and closer, and shouted loudly: "My eagles, I don't know how many precious women you have brought back in the imperial capital of the Han people? I don't know you guys—"

Just then he saw a bolt come at him, piercing his throat accurately, and then he heard a fellow who was already close in front of him muttering, "It turned out to be an old Tartar who was a predator."

Wuguang looked at the arrow feather in front of him in disbelief, because it hit the trachea, the blood flowed very little for a while, and he was just immortal for a while, "How is it a Han person, how is this a Han person." At this time, he saw a young man in a snow-white robe, also covered with an old sheepskin jacket, leaned over to look at himself, and then smiled with satisfaction at the fat man who shot his arrow: "Little fat man, I didn't expect your archery skills to be good, right in the throat." ”

"That is, my British duke has been a gate for 300 years, if this bow horse is not good, then he will not be beaten to death by his father with a stick?"

The young man looked behind him, and then said, "Give these cattle and sheep to the infantry behind, even if it is their first capture, and then find an old horse and let them take us to the gathering place of this tribe. ”

Lao Wuguang understands that this is the Han people who have gone out of the customs to loot, and their own people are going to suffer, but the Han people pay attention to hypocrisy and hypocrisy, and they should be able to let go of those who stayed behind.

As a result, he was desperate to hear the young man say lightly: "We will kill all the people and block the news, and then continue to march east tomorrow." ”

"No, no, you can't be so cruel." Wuguang's eyes were dark, and he really didn't understand why this Han man was so cruel, so he struggled to resist with the shaft of the arrow.

At this time, it seemed that the young man noticed the black light that fell to the ground and struggled to die, and couldn't help but say with pity in his eyes: "Look at how painful he is, with an arrow stuck in his neck, I don't like to kill, little fat man, you can give him a ride." ”

So Wuguang saw a sledgehammer roaring in despair.

The camp was not large, with more than 300 old and weak women and children, and only a dozen men, who were wiped out under the cover of a burst of crossbow arrows.

Lu Hanqiang looked at the corpses all over the ground, and still showed an unbearable look, "Jianguo, order your subordinates to bury it, no matter what, they are also human beings, and they will be buried for peace." ”

The little fat man despised Lu Hanqiang's hypocrisy and hypocrisy, "How many of our Han children did their fathers and brothers kill when they were fighting in the grass valley?" If we kill them, we can repay them and repay them, and everyone will be even. “

For Zhao Jianguo, who has been living in the border area, killing these women and children is not a burden at all, you ask those border soldiers, whose family has no relatives to die in the hands of these Tatars who entered the customs and plundered, and whose family has no relatives who have been taken captive to the grassland to become herding slaves? In fact, their hatred is what needs to be vented the most.