Between the long grass, the wind blows with snow chips, and in the dark night it looks like undulating waves, and the black buries impossible details, erasing many details and leaving only the lower outline. For the men on the grassland, they don't know much art, and few people know how to splash ink.

Even if they were more hardy than the people of the Central Plains, they all roasted their hands and faces around the bonfire, not realizing that the footsteps of death had taken out of the darkness. Someone was pulling his belt by the campfire, and he was immediately cursed by several accomplices on duty, telling him to go a little farther away, after all, no one wants to smell the smell of urine and keep vigil.

When the Warat walked away a little and ripped off his pants, the sharp pain in his neck was the feeling of his life, even though he had broken his cervical vertebrae, he still sprinkled the urine that killed him. Ding Yi held on to the corpse, waited for the incontinence urine to drain away, then stripped off all the clothes on the corpse's body and handed it to the disciple lurking in the long grass.

It's not that Ding has to bow down, but on such a cold night, the eight disciples who followed him, their faces are not very good-looking, and the fingers in the gloves have been frozen stiff, only when Ding makes a move, can he be sure that he will kill with one blow, these Warats are not puppets, on the contrary, they have been around the fire, because of the warmth, they are more flexible than Ding Yi.

Someone cursed in Mongolian in the darkness, which caused the Warat soldiers gathered around the fire to jump up immediately, but they listened to their companions who had just gone to pee and scolded: "Shit! This snake comes out to bite at this time! You deserve to bleed to death! Then half of the trampled snake was thrown out of the darkness, and the Warat soldiers then saw their fellow peeing come out of the darkness and slash the blood with a knife on their faces.

This made them laugh in a low voice, saying that this guy's luck was so bad, that the snakes were hibernating this season, and that he would actually be bitten. Someone went to look at the half of the snake corpse. smiled and said: "You hit the two stabs in your face in vain, this is a snake without poison!" Then the Warats laughed again, and the wounded man grunted and cursed his companion for being bitten by a snake when he went to pee, but he could not stop their commotion, so he tore a piece of cloth and wrapped his face.

Untie your hands is the same as yawning, it often produces infectious emotions in the team, after one person yawns, the others are not too sleepy and will take the fight; When one person goes to relieve himself, the others will go even if they are not in a hurry. At least among the few Tile Thorn soldiers. Two of them also went to relieve themselves, and they chose to go to the corner where the companion who had been bitten by the snake just now, because who knows if there is a snake anywhere else? At least the snake here has been killed.

The sentry, with his face covered, stood up and tugged at his companion. He said to him, "I will discuss something with you, and I will take them from the captives of the Southerners. I've heard of a treasure ......," said the sentry with his face, glancing at another person by the campfire. And he went on no more. The man whom he accosted became eager, dragged the wounded sentry out of the campfire, and motioned to the side. Treasure, who doesn't have hot eyes? When you come out to fight, don't you just pin your head in your waistband just for money and food?

A Warat sentry who was left alone by the campfire by his companions. Snorted disapprovingly, and grunted, "What about the treasure?" Just his number, he lost a sheep, and when he went out, he was able to find it back and found a guy with an extra horse. Do you really want to know that the treasure will be shared with others? ”

At this moment, the two Warats, who had been relieved together, came out of the darkness and asked vaguely where the other two, who had been left alone by the campfire, had gone. The latter smiled and said, "Let's look for sheep, let's see if we can find two more horses this time." The two companions laughed too, and sat down beside the lone sentinel, one on the left and the other on the right, and put their arms on his shoulders.

Suddenly, the sentry felt that something was not right, and before he could come to his senses, his mouth had been covered, and his back was in sharp pain, and the sharp weapon writhed in his body, wrangling his organs. As Zuihou was dying, the lonely Warat sentinel felt two "companions" set him up, and said, "Go, go!" I told you not to drink it, but you still drank it, and vomited it on the side, and I saw that you didn't look like a Mongolian on the steppe! When dragged into the darkness, the lone sentinel was not dead, so someone stabbed him in the heart, and at last he ceased to convulse.

Starting from the half of the dead snake, the first Warat sentry who came out of the darkness was dressed up by Ding Yi's disciple Du Ziteng, because his figure was most similar to the guy who was killed, and in a hurry, Ding Yi couldn't give him how to disguise himself, so he could only make it look like a three-two point, and then cut a large piece of skin from the corpse's face and pressed it on Du Ziteng's face, that is, where he used a knife to draw a cross on it.

When Du Ziteng's face was bandaged with strips of cloth, there was no suspense about the rest.

The two Warat people who went out together to relieve themselves, naturally they were stripped naked after being killed, and those who came out of the darkness again were naturally Ding Yi's disciples; And Du Ziteng, who had warmed his hands by the campfire, walked away with the Navarat people to talk about the treasure, and of course he would not let him come back alive.

Ding Yi sat by the bonfire, slowly roasting his hands, Ding Yi is also a human, he is also limited by the cold weather, and finally his hands regained their flexibility, Ding Yi put on his gloves, looked at the other disciples, and three people followed him into the darkness again, and after a while in the darkness walked out of the other three disciples who had been hiding in it, and the sentries next to the other campfires thirty or forty steps away from this bonfire did not see anything wrong at all. Even if you look closer, there are still five sentry guards around the campfire, and even their sheepskin robes are as fishy as usual.

And Ding Yi, who had re-entered the darkness, took the other three disciples and touched them to the southwest.

In the wind, in addition to the cows and horses snorting, purring, and muffled the sound of the whistle talking, there was another voice, crying.

People who are shivering from the cold, but because they are afraid of being beaten and scolded by the Tartars, they even suppress their crying.

This is what weishenme Ding will say, and the heavens are helping him.

Because of the tailwind.

The convenience of the wind direction makes Ding Yi's party, even if the footsteps are a little louder, or there are any bumps, they will be covered.

Listening to the rumors, Ding Yi had a general understanding of the location of the prisoners, cowsheds, and horse sheds.

The 200,000 Ming army was scattered, and tens of thousands of prisoners were captured, and the social structure of Warat determined that it was impossible for them to hold these tens of thousands of people together, otherwise who would they send to take care of them? Just look at the captives and don't have to go to war, who will be convinced by those small tribes? Therefore, the captives can only be rewarded to these tribes, and they themselves can dispose of the war dividends.

In the forward camp of Warat, the place where the tribe held prisoners in the southwest corner was worse than a stable, and the wooden stakes with sharpened heads and more than one person high were driven into the soil and surrounded, and the captives could not run at all, but they did not have the slightest effect of keeping out the cold, and these people were short of food and clothing, and in the cold night, a few people could not get up after they fell down just now. As for the Warats who were guarding the captives, they did not think that the slaves were any threat at all, and there were originally four bonfires, but the other three bonfires were not half manned, and a dozen Warats were all drinking around the campfire south of the prisoner's shed, because it was a little sheltered from the wind and not so cold. From time to time, some of them vented and scolded: "Ming dog! In order to guard you, grandpa won't be able to go to the battlefield tomorrow! Sooner or later, you'll bleed to death! Then he complained that he was not as lucky as another tribe on the side, which had taken a lot of women captive along the way, and if he looked at the captive shed of that tribe, he could at least find a few women to play with him.

The Warat people on the side smiled and persuaded him: "Do you still want a woman? As soon as you toss it up, everyone doesn't have to sleep, so Yan won't kill you? Besides, now these thousand dogs have been assigned to our tribe as slaves, if they die, Xiao Khan will not whip you to death? "The so-called bleeding to death is a very vicious curse and curse in the habits of the Mongols.

"Won't it?" Someone interjected on the side.

Hearing this, several Warat soldiers smiled bitterly: "No? Look at the time of going back, if these Ming dogs die a lot, will Little Khan look for us? It was his mare who gave birth to a foal and died, and we were to blame for it, and each family gave him a sheep, not to mention these slaves, but the little Khan had the lion's ......."

The man who had just said, "No," laughed, put a package on the edge of the campfire, and said, "It seems that I have done a good deed, so you don't have to be afraid." "No one cares about the original color of the wrapper, because the blood oozing from the wrapper has long attracted all the attention.

"What's your name?" The Warat man, who had been dissatisfied just now, suddenly realized that something was wrong, stood up and asked.

He was answered by a bright blade, which cut off his head with a single sword.

More than a dozen other people were opening the package, and the head of their tribe's little Khan appeared in front of everyone. It was then that they looked up and discovered the death of their companion. The man with the knife pulled down the scarf that covered his face, tore off the leather jacket on his body, and said to the other dozen people with a smile: "I heard that you called me to be a Rakshasa? Yes, it seems to be such a syllable. ”

Ding Yi shook off the blood beads on the knife and said to the dozen or so people: "Biedong, don't call ......"

Before the words fell, one of the Warats reacted and opened their mouths, and the other Warats pulled out their long knives one after another, but they heard Ding Yi say with a low smile: "You know that I am called a Rakshasa Abym, but you don't know that in the dark night, I am a god?" As he spoke, the person who had just wanted to speak fell to the ground, and the two men who drew their long knives the fastest also fell into the snow. (To be continued......)

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