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But when the old man came out of the felt shed with a scimitar on his waist and a horsewhip, the movements of the three Han men with shackles were busy speeding up a little.

It was already winter, and the three Hannu were busy piling some hay on top of the sheepfold and tying the hay to death with ropes.

Although the depression where he lives is quite sheltered from the wind, it is always very cold in winter, if he is accidentally poured into the sheepfold by the wind and snow and freezes the sheep to death, as the master, Ke Yi will definitely wield a knife to kill, and now the movement of his hands is a little slow, and he will definitely be whipped by the master.

Ke Yi is fifty-one years old this year, his face is thin, his jaw is a little pointed, there is a small copper ring hanging on his left ear, and the top of his head is mostly bald because of his age, but like most Huns, the small slippery hair left around is also gray-brown, and the rest of his skin is very white except for some purple and red on his face due to the perennial rays.

Although he never participated in the war, when he was young, Ke Yi was also a brave warrior in the tribe, making a good bow and having great strength. It's a pity that the Han Dynasty was not weakened to this day, all the Southern Huns who stayed on the border had to rely on it, there was no such good luck as today, his bravery was useless, and he could not get the honor of headhunting.

The Huns had the custom of headhunting, not because of the sect, but because they believed that bringing back the heads of their enemies was a way to prove their bravery as men, and the leaders would reward them for it. Most of the time, these enemy skulls were used to make wine containers, and the higher the status of the previous year, the more valuable the wine utensils produced, and many of the famous wine utensils used by the great chiefs were inlaid with gold or precious stones.

Ke Yi has always regretted that he could not have a self-made skull drinking utensils, so when King Youxian recruited brave warriors to help Shan Yu in the war a few years ago, he did not hesitate to send his only surviving son, who was only eighteen years old, as a reward, Ke Yi got ten Han slaves who were captured from Bingzhou, including these three male slaves.

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the continuous disasters in the past few years, the number of strong men in jīng has been greatly reduced, and there is a lack of labor, the Huns would never have wanted male slaves. In this small tribe where Keyi is located, although the leader is a centurion, there are actually only more than 30 households, but there are only three or four of them between the ages of sixteen and fifty.

The work on the grassland can be done by many women!

It's a pity that the glory of the brave warrior should be obtained on the battlefield, if it weren't for the fear of being laughed at by others, you would want to kill all three male slaves to make wine utensils! Now, the hope of the skull can only be pinned on his own son, who is under the account.

But with a fierce light in his eyes, he shook his body and walked around the sheepfold for half a week, and then whipped twice on a slightly slower male slave, and when he was convulsed from pain, and knelt down and begged for mercy in an incomprehensible Chinese language, the old man finally laughed a little.

These slaves have to be ruthless, and often whip a few whips, so they don't have the courage to disobey orders, but looking at the appearance of these three male slaves, will they dare to resist? Ke Yi was dismissive of this, and some couldn't think of why such a weak Han people would become the great enemy of the Huns in the mouths of their ancestors.

"Abba!"

A crisp voice interrupted the old man's thoughts, and when he looked back, it turned out to be his most beautiful and beloved little daughter Duohu came out. Even the seven newly acquired Han women and slaves, there were eleven women, and the first few gave birth to four sons for him, but unfortunately they either died of the plague or did not rebel, only the only seedling sent to Yu Fuluo's tent, there were three daughters, two daughters were married, and only the youngest daughter who loved the most remained by his side.

Seeing Duo Hu swaying, I want to laugh, she is seventeen years old this year, xìng Ge is like a spirit bird, every rì chirps non-stop, very cute, and her face is beautiful, but she is the pearl of her own family. The centurion asked for his son several times, but Ke Yi refused. This flower of his own family, only a nobleman with a higher status can be matched, the boy of the centurion family does not even dare to hunt for a skull, he will definitely be a useless one in the future, but he is not old and confused!

"My precious daughter, what's the matter?" The youngest daughter didn't have the slightest look on her face, and she didn't stay on the three male slaves for half a minute, but just looked at the sheepfold worriedly, and replied to her father: "Abba, the centurion's family sent a letter, the news that came three years ago is not a rumor, and he asked us to be ready to move at any time." ”

The daughter's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, which made Ke Yi jump up suddenly: "Is he crazy at this time to relocate?" ”

The herdsmen live in pursuit of water and grass, and migration is a common thing, but the old man is also justified, no one will choose to migrate in the cold winter, unless the livestock are not wanted, if the road encounters wind and snow, even the living have to die.

Affected by family affairs, Duohu's attitude towards the centurion was not very good, but she still persuaded her: "Abba, the grazing land of the Qianguo Saddle Department is just a little away from us!" ”

This matter can be known naturally, three rì ago, there was news that nearly 100 households in the neighboring Qianguo An'er Department were all killed, at that time I didn't know whether it was true or not, and many people thought it was a rumor. You must know that since the weakness of the Xiongnu civil strife a few years ago, the surrounding Di people and Qiang tribes began to continuously invade the pasturelands that originally belonged to them, provoking countless fights in the surrounding areas, and the whole household was slaughtered in this Henan land (note) It is not unheard of, but it is in a distant place further west, but their tribe is in the southeast, and it is close to the Han people who only care about internal fighting, and there is no foreign power!

But Yi also knew that although the centurion's family was troubled because they could not marry their precious daughter, they would never lie about such things. Now that it has been confirmed, the Qianguo Saddle is really destroyed, and all he finds it difficult to accept is the fact that he has to take the risk of migrating during this season. Could it be that those weak and infighting Han people came to kill in this season?

Ke Yi raised his eyes and looked at his three male slaves, and he was a little unconvinced.

They were obviously expressionless at this time, and they obviously couldn't understand what they were saying, but when the old man looked over, he always felt that the three Han people seemed to be laughing at each other, which made him very annoyed, and his face quickly turned red, "Ah! He screamed, and rushed forward with his whip.

"Shizi!" "Shizi!" "Shizi!" (Aijia: Those two words?) ——）

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the male slaves, Duohu forgot his worries and grinned: "Abba's horsewhip, but it swings accurately and loudly!" ”

The whip of the horse whip hit the body of the flesh, making a crisp sound, leaving stripes of bright marks, the three male slaves did not dare to dodge, they could only cry in pain under the whip, crying out for mercy in incomprehensible Chinese, with their such a nest, the one who slaughtered the Qianguo saddle must not be a Han man!

After a blow of the whip was discharged, Ke Yi gasped and threw away the whip, and told the woman, "Go and bring Abba's horse, and I will ask again at the centurion's house!" ”

Duohu answered, and was about to lead the horse, but found that her father's face had suddenly changed, and soon the old fellow lay down, picked up the weeds, and put his ear to the ground to listen attentively. After a while, Duohu noticed that the ground was shaking slightly!

Only the strong can exist on the grassland, there has never been a lack of precedents for the entire clan to be slaughtered, and now there are few brave warriors in the clan at home, if it is really a foreign enemy, the consequences are unimaginable! The face of the Xiongnu Meiren suddenly turned pale, and she asked tremblingly: "Abba, is it a herd of wild horses?" ”

Every autumn and winter, thousands of wild horses gallop around, and it is not uncommon to pass by the tribal station.

Ke Yi took a breath lightly, calmed down, raised his head and smiled: "There are four or five thousand in number, it should be a herd of wild horses!" ”

Ke Yi is an experienced herdsman, it is not difficult to judge the number of horses from the sound of the ground, Duohu is a smart girl, naturally knows that most of the Han people are still fighting, close to their own tribe heard that it is called "Bai Bo", the number is the largest, but there will not be so many war horses! In addition to the wolf cavalry led by the rest of the tribes, if the Di and Qiang people in the far west had such a large force of cavalry to kill their own people, it would be impossible not to be noticed by other Xiongnu tribes. Since there are as many as four or five thousand, it should be a herd of wild horses! The father and daughter made a judgment.

The three male slaves were still gasping on the ground and waiting for the whip pain to pass, and the horses at home were sufficient, but Yu did not have the heart to chase the wild horses to set the horses, and forgot that he was going to the centurion's house before, so the father and daughter, as the masters, stood quietly and listened to the movements of the wild horses.

After a while, the grass trembled more and more, and the horses were not passing by, but came straight to the depression!

Could it be that you guessed wrong? No way!

The uneasiness from the bottom of his heart became stronger and stronger, but he began to walk back and forth in place, and his beautiful daughter's mouth gradually turned white, but an unwillingness and unbelief made the father and daughter still insist on waiting.

Soon, a long black line appeared on the small hill in the distance, and without making any stops, it quickly rushed towards this side.

"That's ...... Not a mustang! ”

The shadows can see the knights on the horses, obviously with a strong sense of hostility, so many horses, unless they are only in the return army, it will be difficult to be defeated. Duohu was almost desperate, and he stammered before he could finish speaking, but he had already roared like a flaming fart: "Go and call your grandma, I'll lead the horse!" ”

Duohu turned around and ran abruptly, so hurried that the lumps on the ground tripped her up, and she didn't care about the pain, so she got up and continued to run towards the felt shed.

Note: Henan refers to the Hetao. The term Hetao only appeared after the Ming Dynasty, and the Qin and Han dynasties only called Henan land, which was not the same place as Henan County.