After all, the early spring of the grassland is still different from the Central Plains, there is no warm sunshine, and there is no intoxicating new green of the earth's recovery. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The bitter wind swept by, and all that was left behind was desolation, only the cold that made people feel cold in their bones.

The spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass, this is a land abandoned by the spring breeze!

Wang Jin woke up, but he still couldn't stand up, the original owner of this body was too weak, and the long and painful trek had made him overdraw the last trace of strength in his body. The woolen mattress on the body is heavy and warm, if you don't mind the smell of mutton. The party woman brought him a woollen mattress while he was asleep, or a sheepskin coat alone would not have survived the cold of last night.

Wang Jin glanced at Li Zhuzi, who was still sleeping beside him, the mattress on his body seemed to be thinner than his own, it seemed that the woman treated him favorably. opened his mouth and exhaled, and immediately turned into a white mist, his mouth was filled with cold wind, and his teeth were so cold that his teeth were sore, Wang Jin obediently closed his mouth and began to move his hands and feet.

The sun rose slowly, and the tribe of the Dangxiang people came to life again. However, last night the cattle and sheep seemed to freeze to death a lot, and Wang Jin saw that the woman was holding a lamb and crying bitterly, and the head of the lamb had hung down. It did not have the good fortune of Wang Jin, and the fluff of the newborn lamb was not enough to withstand the cold wind, and it froze to death next to its mother.

Wang Jin's head was a little heavy, he stood up tremblingly, and raised an arm with difficulty to gently push Li Zhuzi's head, it was still hot, although Li Zhuzi's life was bitter, but hard, and Lord Yama confiscated it.

Li Zhuzi got up and looked at Wang Jin with some surprise. Wang Jin didn't talk to him, but pointed to the sheepskin coat on the ground. Li Zhuzi's body is much better than him, but after some tossing, half his life is gone.

The party woman seemed to have noticed the situation here, and shouted at them loudly, looking a little excited, and the plateau red on both sides of her cheeks was more conspicuous against the white snow, waving her arms, as if to call them over.

After all, he and Li Zhuzi's lives were saved, and his current identity is this woman's slave, Wang Jin pulled Li Zhuzi's arm and motioned to go over and have a look. The woman was still holding the dead lamb and staring at the fold. Even Wang Jin was a little shocked by the scene in front of him, the sheep that fell down one by one have been frozen hard, the wool on the sheep has become as hard as a needle through the cold mist, the cattle and sheep are the lives of the grassland people, and now this party woman who has experienced the pain of losing her husband has lost half of her life.

The woman pointed to the dead sheep in the sheepfold expressionlessly, and made a gesture to pull out, the two were helpless, although their strength had not yet recovered, they could not refuse.

Li Zhuzi grabbed the leg of the dead sheep and began to pull it out, the frozen dead sheep was quite heavy, and Wang Jin could only move slowly when he used his strength to feed. Li Zhuzi had more strength, grabbed the leg of the mutton and threw it in the air very chicly, and the sheep fell heavily on the hard ground, making a dull sound. The woman who was just staring at everything in front of her suddenly went crazy, she jumped up excitedly, and whipped Li Zhuzi with a whip on her head and face, and let out a low roar and scolding like a beast while pumping.

Li Zhuzi didn't dare to fight back or dodge, the woman was tired, and sat on the ground crying. Wang Jin was already in a daze, and even he felt a little chilled by the momentum that this thin woman burst out just now.

The party woman watched Wang Jin staring at herself, suddenly stood up, took his hand and went to the tent. Li Zhuzi stood still, his mouth open almost enough to stuff a duck egg.

Last night's brazier had not been extinguished, and the inside and outside of the tent were completely two worlds. As soon as the woman entered the room, she began to make Wang Jin stunned, she couldn't wait to pick up his pants, and took off the sheepskin coat on her body.

Wang Jin felt very humiliated, but he couldn't do anything, his current physical state was not as good as a woman, seeing Wang Jin's struggle, the woman slapped him hard, and looked at him with murderous eyes.

For the first time, Wang Jin looked seriously at the party woman in front of him, her hair was pulled back casually, her big eyes were full of anger and desire, there was a slight plateau red on both sides of her cheeks, a goose egg face, and her skin was a little rough.

Wang Jin stared at him blankly, in his previous life, he had been a soldier for many years and was still uninformed, and this young body at this time was about eighteen years old, and from Li Zhuzi's verbal analysis, he should still be a virgin.

The woman was a little panicked by his eyes, but she quickly recovered, perhaps realizing that Wang Jin was nothing more than his slave, and she did not need to be polite, and then stripped off his shirt to reveal his thin chest.

The woman seemed to have not experienced a man for a long time, and a pair of rough hands shook violently, grabbing Wang Jin's lower body to the vital point.

Wang Jin was full of wit, and gasped. The woman didn't seem to have much patience, took off her pants, lifted the hem of her robe, and sat down directly. Wang Jin lost his virgin body in such a daze, and the woman's flower room was a little dry, but it still rose and fell hard, and Wang Jin was very uncomfortable.

Looking at the woman's somewhat clumsy movements, Wang Jin felt a wave of anger burning in his heart, and traveled to ancient times to be forced to bow by a party woman overlord, what a humiliating thing.

As soon as he pushed the woman off his body, he went to pick her clothes with his backhand. The clothes worn by the party women were a little cumbersome, and they didn't untie them for a long time. The woman was surprised at first, and suddenly laughed when she saw him like this in a blink of an eye, Wang Jin was stunned, and the way she laughed touched his heartstrings.

I don't know who said it, but the most beautiful moment for a woman is to smile and smile. In the face of such an even vulgar woman, Wang Jin was a little crazy, his movements were rough, he stripped all his clothes with her cooperation, and bit a red with one mouth, sucking it like a baby, in exchange for her bold laughter.

Wang Jin, who was new to personnel, didn't last long before handing over the gun, lying there gasping for breath, and his weak body became even more unbearable.

The woman seemed to have discovered his predicament, got dressed and poured a bowl of milk tea for him to drink. The taste was a little strange, and the hungry Wang Jin didn't pick and choose, so he ate it all in one gulp, and asked for another bowl to send to Li Zhuzi, who was "winding" outside.

Li Zhuzi's black face was a little red, and he secretly glanced at Wang Jin several times timidly, the high-pitched voice of the party woman just now is estimated to be heard even in the tent next door, let alone Li Zhuzi who is just outside the door.

Wang Jin was just about to explain to Li Zhuzi hypocritically, and Li Zhuzi spoke: "Brother Jin, just now I saw that the soldiers and horses of the party members seem to be gathering, and every family has a man with a bow and arrow to go to the front of the school field, isn't it going to Yanzhou to fight grass valley again?" ”

The calm of the morning was finally broken, and the neighing of the war horses and the shouts of the party soldiers were very noisy.

Early this morning, Pochao Khan convened the generals to discuss the matter, and under the pressure of the grief of losing his son and the great difficulties of the tribe, he finally made a decision to gather all the warriors in the tribe who could fight, and follow the rice bird tribe to Lingzhou to grab a handful.

He is already old, and every day the tribe has old people who cannot stand the cold die, the food is exhausted, and the cattle and sheep fall in droves. His prestige had waned, supremacy was questioned, and many nobles in the tribe were questioning his ability to protect the tribe's people.

He had no choice but to go on an adventure!

Lingzhou's Shuofang Jiedu made Han Xun not easy to mess with, last year Han Xun defeated Li Maozhen with the help of the Later Liang court, and was crowned Zhongshu Ling, the king of Yingchuan County. At this time, it was when he was strong and strong, and it was quite unwise to attack Lingzhou.

But they didn't have a choice, the surrounding state capitals have been in war for many years, ten rooms and nine empty, and they saw the situation of going to Yanzhou last year, thousands of miles of red land, starvation and hunger, and there is nothing worth grabbing for them.

"The Khan ordered that every two dings in the clan tent should be drawn one ding for regular soldiers, and one ding for miscellaneous servants, and all horse bows should be prepared, and they should be executed immediately, and there must be no mistakes!"

The party herald soldiers shouted orders in the tribal tent, and Wang Jin and Li Zhuzi, who did not understand the party language, were at a loss, and there was a sudden chaos in the clan tent. The soldiers of the party, like all the nationalities of the steppe, are all soldiers. Party men are fifteen years old and sixty years old. Men in this age group are obliged to play.

If there are two people in the party, one is a regular soldier and the other is a miscellaneous servant. However, there were no more men in this woman's family, only two slaves snatched from Yanzhou.

Wang Jin had a strong premonition in his heart that they would be coerced by the party to be cannon fodder for attacking the city and plundering the land.

Sure enough, the two tall party soldiers walked into the woman's tent, glanced at the batches of dead sheep in the sheepfold and the bewildered Wang Jin and Li Zhuzi, and muttered a lot to the woman, but their eyes never left Wang Jin and Li Zhuzi.

The party woman looked very excited, he dragged the soldier's hand, pointed to the sheepfold and loudly defended something.

Everything was in vain, Wang Jin and Li Zhuzi were still taken away, and the woman was crying and staring at Wang Jin.

They were driven by the rude party soldiers to gather in an open space outside the clan tent, and there were already many Yanzhou people who had been arrested like them, all men, stared blankly under the threat of the party people's bows and arrows, and a group of people with expressionless faces tightly gathered together to keep warm.

The arrival of Wang Jin and Li Zhuzi did not cause the slightest ripple, and everyone seemed to have expected the final outcome, but the survival instinct made them unwilling to end their lives easily.

Wang Jin took a closer look, there were about one or two thousand people in the camp, but when he was captured by the party members, there were tens of thousands of people, and there were more than 5,000 men who were assigned to the Pochao clan, and in just a few days, they died in batches like cattle and sheep.

The party members were finally about to set off, and Wang Jin had already carried arrows and a huge bow on his back, as well as a bag of dried meat rations that were harder than stones, and he became a miscellaneous servant of the party members.

It was snowing again in the sky, and the soldiers on their horses were serious and resolute, with high hats on their heads, a riding bow behind their backs, and a scimitar straddling their waists.

The party woman came, she stood quietly in the pile of women who saw her off, looking at Wang Jin intently with a pair of big eyes, and she didn't know if her eyes were full of tears because of the biting cold wind, he was actually worried about Wang Jin.

It's just ridiculous like a wife who sends her husband to battle.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and in a short time the bodies of the men and horses were covered with a thin layer, and the party soldiers on the horses had become white snowmen by this time, and the bowstrings of the riding bows had also become white, and the horses had made one or two snorts from time to time to disperse the snowflakes that had been scraped into their nostrils.

Wang Jin remembered a poem: Heavy snow is full of bows and knives.