(On the first day of the month, the alliance appeared, and the thunder struck, and the sky was full of red!!) Thanksgiving!! "Zhao Wuxian 2014", reward support, one day does not fall, and I am grateful for the five! This week's two watches, in order to report the two boxing grandeur. ）

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It was dark, and a bloody, ragged corpse hung high from the branches of a tree, swaying in the wind and crunching ropes. Dusk, wilderness, lonely trees, hanging corpses, this scene...... Creeps.

Under the big tree, there were fifty or sixty Han fugitive slaves wearing ragged jackets and black faces.

This hanging corpse, they were all too familiar, it was their former owner. This terrible master who used to be high on them, rode on them, drove them as cattle and horses for a long time, abused father and son as he wanted, and unscrupulous ** women, finally died.

The heavy dà mountain that weighed on their heads moved away, and they were free, liberated...... However, none of the Hannu had a happy smile on his face, and his eyes swept over, all of them were frightened, heavy, depressed, frightened, and wanted to cry without tears.

They were only fugitives before, and there was only one backbone tribe who hunted them down, but when their master died, their nature completely changed, and they became slaves and rebels. The tribe that hunted and killed them expanded to all Karasuma tribes. Their way back to the south will be tenfold or a hundred times more difficult.

Is there still a way to live? Can I return to my homeland in this life?

The old Han Muji, who had been living in the Karasuma tribe for nearly twenty years, knew that the border guards of the Han Dynasty even forbade them to clear the customs in order to avoid attracting revenge from the Hu people, and such cases occurred more than once in the past few decades.

"Uncle Muji, what should we do?"

When the eyes of all the fugitive slaves focused on the old man Muji, the old man Muji's eyes were focused on the horse who was watching from the sidelines.

"Ma Yishi, all our lives are saved by you, according to the rules of the grassland, we are all your spoils, from this moment on, everyone's lives belong to you, you are our new master." Old man Muji glanced back and asked loudly, "Listen, everyone, from now on, Ma Yishi is our new master." The master is a tiger from Nakahara, the nemesis of the Karasuma wolf, and he will definitely be able to bring us back to the Central Plains. ”

"Please take us back to the Central Plains, we are willing to be cows and horses in return."

The fugitives were screaming and coabling, and the expressions of Tang Nu and the other young men, who had worried the old man of Muji the most, simply made his jaw drop - these young men were more straightforward than many old and weak people, and they directly stepped forward and prostrate to express their sincerity.

In fact, Tang Nu and the others couldn't help but be unconvinced, the three of them were armed with strong bows, and equipped with sophisticated armor and war horse saddles provided by Ma Han, and they fought three battles and five, and it took the strength of the boss to kill five Karasuma people, and they were also injured. And Ma Han alone killed ten times as many Karasuma people, and even more vigorously grabbed the bones, so that this evil tribal leader could taste the taste of being dragged to death.

is so brave, in the Saiwai grassland, which is proud of courage and the supremacy of force, how can it not be convincing?

Muji Laohan, Tang Nu and other young men knelt down, and the rest all obeyed, and the black crows knelt down.

Ma Han glanced at the old man Muji, touching a pair of cloudy old eyes of guilt and pleading. Ma Han smiled faintly, and did not overreact to Mu Ji's "moral kidnapping" behavior, in fact, this is exactly what he wants. It's just that there is a certain difference between his plan and what Old Man Muji wants.

Ma Han sat upright, looked down at the crowd condescendingly, and spoke calmly, not deliberately raising his voice, but his voice echoed in the valley: "I have good news and bad news for you, which one do you want to hear first?" ”

The fugitives looked at each other for a long time before they heard a weak voice say, "Listen to the good news first......

Ma Han smiled and glanced at Niannu, who blushed and hung his head. Ma Han nodded and said, "Okay, then let's talk about the good news first." The good news is that you are no longer slaves, you are free. I am not and will not be your new master. From now on, you are no longer Han slaves, but Han people. ”

The old man Muji was in a hurry: "But the master ......"

"I said I wasn't your master."

"Uh, Ma Yishi, we ......"

Ma Han ignored it and continued: "Now I will say the bad news - I am indeed from the Central Plains, to be precise, from Hebei. However, unfortunately, I can't go back to the Central Plains for the time being, so I can't help you. ”

The scene was as silent as death, and Donnu looked sad, his fists clenched tightly, revealing his hatred for his incompetence; The old man Muji closed his eyes in pain, and two lines of muddy old tears rolled down to the dust; There were two lines of tears on Niannu's delicate face, and he sobbed lowly.

Gradually, all kinds of sorrowful voices came and went, and everyone was terrified of their uncertain tragic fate.

Ma Han saw it in his eyes, shook his head, took a deep breath, and suddenly roared: "You have been slaves for too long, are you free in your body, but your heart is still enslaved?" Why do you always put your fate in the hands of others? Why can't you save yourself? You are the only ones who can save you! ”

All Hermes-Epitek were stunned, staring blankly at the man on the white horse, at a loss.

Ma Han raised his whip and slammed into the air, shouting loudly: "Let me ask you, how many Hannu are there in the Bone Force Department?" ”

"Five hundred."

"No, four hundred."

"It's four hundred and seventy-three, and after we fled, there were still four hundred and sixteen." The one who spoke was the old man Muji, who had been a slave for the longest time, and because of his profession, he had dealt with the Hu and Han people of the Bone Force Department, and he knew the population of the Han slaves of the Bone Force Department best.

"So how many Karasuma Qingzhuang are there in the Bone Force Department now?"

"At most...... Sixty or seventy people. The old man Muji did the math again and again and replied in the affirmative.

"If we kill the horse pistol now, raid the defenseless Bone Force after dark, kill all the Karasuma Youth, liberate all the Han slaves, and seize the grain, livestock, forage, and wealth of the Bone Force Force, we can take off the horse and turn over to become the master who used to ride on his head as a powerful man. When you become a new tribe with nearly a thousand people, who dares to move you lightly from the Karasuma tribes around you who are not strong enough? ”

Ma Han's words were deafening, and the old man Muji was dumbfounded when he heard it, but Tang Nu and the other young men were bright-eyed. And more Hermes-Epitek are at a loss.

For thousands of years, there are not many Han slaves who have been taken captive to this vast grassland. This fertile land in the north has changed many owners: Donghu people, Xiongnu people, Xianbei people, and Karasuma people, coming and going, going and coming back. The only thing that remains unchanged is to use blood, sweat and even life to make this land constantly exchange for slaves! More than seventy percent of them are Hannu!

Most of these men were slaves to cattle and dogs, and women were slaves to "chickens" and "horses", and most of them lived in the worst cattle and sheep pens and stables, and only a few craftsmen were qualified to live in broken felt tents. Eating the meat and spoiled dry food of animals that died of illness and servitude, they were subjected to both mental and physical abuse, and most of them did not survive to middle age.

The cruel living conditions made the Han slaves resist from time to time. The most common revolt is sabotage: sheep are lost, horses are thin, cows are less milk...... Of course, the result of this sabotage is inevitably a severe beating. And the strongest resistance is flight.

When a slave flees, he gambles with his life and death, and if he succeeds, he will live, and if he fails, he will die-there is an unwritten rule on the steppe that if a fugitive slave is caught, he must be tortured to death.

For thousands of years, no matter under the rule of that murderous master, no matter how cruel the punishment was faced, the flight of Han slaves has never stopped. Some of them succeeded, but many more failed.

All Han slaves and fugitive slaves have only one hope in this life: to return to their homeland. Even if you die, you don't want to bury your bones in a foreign land.

But never a single slave or group of fugitives ever had the idea of rebellion! snatched the bloody leather whip and whipped it at the ugly face; Revolt! For the sake of the humiliated wives and daughters; Revolt! regain one's lost qiē; Revolt! Declare war on their masters who treat them like cattle!

This—This is crazy!

Disheveled!

A fire lit up in the darkness and shone on Ma Han's grim face.

Ma Han raised the torch high, hunted the flames, and danced wildly in the night wind, his voice echoed under the night sky: "What I can help you is to kill the Karasuma people, and if you can help yourself, you can also kill the Karasuma people." At the moment, you have no choice but to run around like dogs, and finally be hanged, dragged to death, skinned, and boiled by the Karasuma people who are rounded up in all directions...... Either puff up your chest and fight to the death! Die, and stand! Die, but also turn your head south! ”

Tang Nu couldn't hold back any longer, jumped up suddenly, raised his arms and shouted: "Tang Nu will die standing and die if he dies!" ”

The young men of Hermes-Epitek also shouted excitedly: "Die standing up!" Head south! ”

The old man Muji stood up tremblingly under the support of Nian Nu, took a long breath, and resolutely decided: "Ma Yishi and we have nothing to do with it, and we are willing to sacrifice our lives to help, how can we still survive and be that muddy pig and dog?" Please ask the righteous to be the leader of the Han people for us, and lead us to the Han people to repay the blood debt from the Karasuma people! ”

Ma Tyrant threw the torch into the ground, and raised the leopard bow in his hand: "Repay the blood debt, tonight!" ”

A voice like a volcanic eruption echoed under the cold night sky: "Repay the blood debt, tonight!" ”