Tart Ma Chi Ikirata smiled bitterly and shook his head and said to Ding Yi: "Actually, that disaster, according to my opinion, is the fire caused by the Shi General System!" He didn't mean to wronged Shi Pu, at least Shi someone's attitude was the fuse that triggered this matter, because on some days in Jingzhi, a soldier stopped a lord's indecent treatment of a serf near Xingyuan, and the lord ate a rifle butt, and this matter finally caused trouble to the governor's line, Shi Pu actually asked his own soldiers to hit the soldier in both ears, and then blew the soldier and the little lord away together.

Even after that, he went to Hu Shan and reprimanded him, saying: "When the border troubles arise, it is just to appease the monks and officials...... Restrain the sergeant and don't do nothing! "For Shi Pu, although there are some differences between soldiers and serfs, they are all sacrificeable prices, at least, in order to appease the local heroes, he will never turn his face with the local lords for the lives of several workers of the labor propaganda team.

Ding Yi smiled when he heard this, nodded and smiled: "General Shi really focuses on the overall situation." Cao Jixiang listened on the side, but felt that Shi Pu was only afraid of bad things, and he knew very well that Ding Yi had murderous intent at this time.

Tart Ma Chi Ikirata honestly continued to report: "Hu Shizuo said to me, I am afraid that this horse bandit will not be able to be eliminated for a while, teach me to go to the cavalry brigade again, transfer a company of more people, and work with the cavalry company to clear the horse bandits, so as not to cause them to hide in trouble." Hu Shizuo also said that this horse bandit specializes in robbing and killing lords and living Buddhas, which is very bad. The villain went according to his orders, and all the people who were from the Duyin tribe were transferred. ”

Ding Yi listened and said to the fat man: "Give Hu Shan a credit." ”

"Yes." Wen Fatzi took out the notebook and made a record. At present, he is not only equivalent to the captain of the guard, but also serves as the deputy officer of Ding.

Of course, Ding Yi knew that it was obvious that Hu Shan was arranging for Tart Ma Chi Ikirata to do black work.

It's not just about rescuing the labor propaganda team. And then he has to play the role of a horse bandit, and rob and kill all the living Buddhas and Haoqiang who dare to oppose the first master of the Ming Dynasty.

However, Tart Ma Chi Ikirata doesn't mind playing such a role, and he also knows very well that this is the beginning of becoming a confidant, and he is not a character who is willing to be a company commander for the rest of his life.

"At that time, there was a serf, and he was asked by the captain of the labor propaganda team to come out and deliver letters. In tears on the side, he said, the labor propaganda team is finished, it must be over. His house was also finished, and when he came out, he looked at the housekeeper on the road, and led hundreds of people over. And so add the hundreds of people from before. There are thousands of people. And when I led the troops, it was like this. ”

Ding took a cup of tea poured by Cao Jixiang and put it in front of Tart Ma Chi Ikirata, and motioned for him to take a sip of tea: "Speak slowly, don't rush." "There is really no hurry, they are on the boat, and the sea breeze at this time makes it impossible for them to return to the ship. Of course, the spinnaker can go zigzag. But it takes much longer than the tailwind, so. There's really plenty of time.

Tart Ma Chi Ikirata took a sip of tea very carefully, for him who grew up outside the Guan, tea bricks are very precious objects, not to mention the tea leaves that Ding Yi drank: "I couldn't do it at the time, I can get out, I don't know when I will come back." So he told the truth to those brothers, this time when he went out, he was going to be a horse bandit. Everyone became soldiers, and people with status refused to go, so I told them that it was the order of Nayan's disciples, and everyone said that Nayan's disciples' orders had to be listened to, so they led them out of the camp. ”

These soldiers from the Duyin tribe and Guanwai really don't have a high level of consciousness, but they have a fanatical worship of Ding Yi, and an almost paranoid trust, and then love the house and Wu spread to Hu Shan's body. Not only because Ding Yi is a strong man, but also because he is a strong man who captured Totoku and waits for people first, but more importantly, Ding Yi is a legend, a legend on the grassland.

"That's no nonsense." Ding Yi laughed when he heard this, raised his hand and waved at the tart Ma Chi Ikirata, and said, "Get down to business." ”

"Yes, on the way, we met a second serf who came to deliver the letter, he came out on foot, covered in mud and cow dung, and it stinked so badly, and we were also miserable outside the customs, and we never looked like this." Tart Machi Ikirata fell into the memory, and his tone gradually brought a heavy sadness, even if it was something he had experienced, it still taught him unbearable pain.

Ding Yi poured him tea with his own hands and said to him, "This letter, is there a problem?" ”

"Yes, this letter was written by a brother from the Labor Propaganda Team." There was uncontrollable pain on the face of Tart Machi Ikirata.

He took the letter out of his pocket, carefully took out a priceless treasure, opened the wrapped tarpaulin, and handed the hairy piece of paper to Ding Yi. It is written in plain text: The lord and the sect have apologized to us, it was a misunderstanding, they promised not to embarrass the serfs again, come quickly, there is meat and wine here, and snow-white Hada.

There are no signatures, but dense five-line Arabic numerals that look like seals.

It was a code commonly used in Ding's army, and it was a special mark for the person who wrote the letter to the lord of Sù.

Ding Yi didn't need to go to a correspondent to translate the Arabic numerals, he didn't need a codebook, and there was no obstacle for him to read them directly: there were no living people here, they were all dead, don't come, leave quickly.

Almost anyone who saw this thin piece of paper could feel that the person who wrote this letter, in the case of inhuman torture, still did not give in, even the slightest opportunity, he was trying to capture and use it, so as not to fall into this trap and kill his robe.

Ding Yi stretched out his hand, asked for the oilcloth from the tart Ma Chi Ikirata, solemnly wrapped the thin piece of paper, and handed it to Cao Jixiang: "Put it away, this is something that will be put into the Martyrs' Shrine or the Military Museum in the future, if you lose it, you will commit suicide." ”

Frightened, Cao Jixiang poured out all the tea leaves in the small tin box on the coffee table, and then put the letter wrapped in oilcloth into the tin box and put it in the inner pocket of his clothes.

"That serf, no matter how he asked, he also said that it was the letter that the labor propaganda team taught him to send." The face of the tart Ma Chi Ikirata was quite hideous, "But when I looked at his hands, there were no calluses in the palms of his hands, but the circle of the tiger's mouth, all of them were hard calluses, so we took him down, beat him up, and then asked him, he bit to death and said that there was nothing to do, that the people of the labor propaganda team, and the lord were drinking and eating meat!" ”

Ding Yi said coldly: "What else is there to ask? ”

You must know that the bitterness of Tibet is not a bitter word that can be clearly explained, these serfs, who account for more than ninety percent of the population, do not have any iron tools, and they use wooden plows and wooden hoes to farm, and it is said that the harvest is the amount of crops, that is, three to five times the amount of seeds, sowing a pound of seeds, and harvesting three or five male crops; The survival rate of cattle and sheep is also 50% to 30%, and only 5 of the ten calves born can grow.

How could a serf not have a hard cocoon in his palm when he worked under such conditions?

As for the calluses of the tiger's head, that is a characteristic of people who carry swords and swords all year round!

That's why Ding Yi will say, what is there to ask? Don't ask at all.

"Yes! We inserted him. "Tart Ma Chi Ikirata looked angry, but said, "Then I thought, there must be a charter for this matter, or two or three hundred horsemen rush over, the other side has thousands of people, and the terrain is familiar, make a few tripping ropes, and clean us up!" If the grenades of the Gongxuan team were captured by them, the casualties would have been even greater. “

Therefore, Tart Ma Chi Ikirata discussed with the squad platoon commander, he took a dozen or so skilled sergeant majors to act as the vanguard, and the others, led by the company commander of the cavalry brigade, waited for the signal of Tart Ma Chi Ikirata, and then rushed over, and called the signal soldier, and quickly went to Lhasa to report the information here in Hushan.

After two quarters of an hour to the southwest, Tart Ma Chi Ikirata saw the comrades of the Labor Propaganda Team.

They are not dead, they are worse than dead.

The soldiers of the Labor Propaganda Team were hoisted high, their uniforms were whipped to shreds by leather whips, and even their heads and faces were covered with whip marks;

There was even an eye gouged out, and the soldier closest to the tart Machi Ikirata, who was not tied up, collapsed on the ground, raised his right arm, which was broken at the elbow, and waved it with the miserable white stubble, he opened his mouth, but he could not make a sound, his teeth were knocked out, his tongue was cut off, and they cut off his limbs, which was the reason why he was not hanged.

"I went over and picked him up, and he—he died!" "He stood up, he saw us, motioned for us to leave, and then he went!" Those sects are really brutes! That Yan, I can't stand it, I'm ......"

As soon as Ding stood up, his eyes were also red, he walked to the side of Tart Ma Chi Ikirata, stretched out his hand to him, and clenched it hard: "Don't cry, for the sake of sacrifice and ambition...... He told Tart Ma Chi Ikirata not to cry, but his own tears have silently slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Cao Jixiang gave Wen Fat a look, the two helped Ding Yi to sit down, passed the towel through the water, handed Ding Yi and the tart Ma Chi Ikirata to wipe their faces, and whispered to the latter: "Don't you be like this, pick up the important thing to say, the young master has hurt his spirit, what should the soldiers of the fleet and the six brigades here do?" Did you know? Be sensible. ”

Tart Machi Ikirata nodded, and continued to speak, with a strong sense of sadness.

Just when the tart horse Chi Ikirata rode off his horse with a dozen behind him, and walked over to relieve the comrades of the labor propaganda team, the sound of cymbals sounded, and from behind those broken tents and hollow-shaped watchhouses, many Tibetans with cold weapons poured out, at least seven or eight hundred, and the one on the horse should be the lord and his men.

In front of the lord's saddle, there was also a naked woman who was constantly struggling and pulling, and the tart horse Chi Ikirata recognized a female soldier in the labor propaganda team, who was bound hand and foot, but still resisting. "He drew his sword, cut our sisters' throats, and then pointed at us and said: Take them down, and if you dare to resist, you will be killed!" (To be continued......)

PS: Tonight at 0:00 outbreaks.,Let's start with four chapters.,See how the night code goes.