In the early morning, the people of the town were already busy, and the men said goodbye to their wives and children, picked up their hoes and rushed to the fields.

Every year they have to hand over grain to the landlords, and if they don't pay enough food, their land will be taken away and the family will starve to death.

Ergou is an ordinary vegetable vendor in the town's vegetable market, who lifts the vegetables in his hands with a scale that he has used his hands and feet, and then collects the broken silver and puts it into a small cloth bag sewn in his clothes.

Sitting on the dark red stool he brought from home, he touched the beads of sweat on his head, and said to the butcher who killed the pig next to him with some envy: "You said that Yiming, this kid is really lucky, he can actually meet an immortal, go on like this, even if he doesn't have the great achievements of our Taizu, it is not easy to be a big official or something, and when the time comes, he will be able to eat meat every day, which is really enviable." ”

"Who says it's not, why haven't I met it in the mountains so many times, this Ming is really fatal." The butcher put down the pig-killing knife in his hand, sighed, with some envy in his eyes, and replied in a sour tone.

"Did you see the face of the immortal yesterday, I happened to have a stomachache in the thatched house yesterday, and I knew that there was an immortal coming, no matter how painful it was, I had to go." Ergou hurriedly asked the butcher about the details of yesterday's incident, and his face was full of regret.

"Come on, you kid didn't hear the tiger coming, his frightened legs were weak, and when he was looking for you, he ran away." The butcher gave him a disdainful look, but didn't grasp the matter, and continued: "You just want to go to Cui Ling to brag, what is there to hide." ”

Ergou scratched his head a little embarrassedly, then handed over a cabbage and said in a low voice: "This is a little bit of the little brother's mind, you can tell me what the immortal looks like." ”

The butcher saw that Ergou was so sensible, accepted the cabbage, and picked up the water cup on the side.

After drinking it in one gulp, he moistened his throat, and then looked around and found that no one was paying attention to them, so he said reassuringly: "I tell you, don't talk nonsense, if the immortals hear it and blame me, it won't be good." ”

"Of course!"

"Yesterday, I only saw a white tiger more than two people tall walking back with Yiming, and then Sanshun, who had been at odds with Yiming, instigated everyone to go up and beat Yiming to death. Then ......"

At this point, the butcher swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked a little frightened, and continued.

"On the white tiger sat a young man in a Taoist robe, his skin was whiter and more tender than the rich lady I had seen, and he looked like he should be in his twenties, but the immortals were immortal, who knows if this is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years.

Then, he said that Sanshun offended the majesty of the immortals. As soon as he finished speaking, a huge flame dragon flew out of his hand and burned Sanshun to charcoal. After the butcher finished speaking, he looked at the side and saw that no one noticed them, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Immortals can also control flames, it's really powerful, and I really want this kind of power." When Ergou heard this, not only was he not afraid, but he fantasized in his mind about how he would be powerful after he had this kind of power.

Well, first snatch Cui Ling to the house, and then beat up Rich Li, and snatch back his seventh concubine, the fifteen-year-old delicate little girl. Thinking about it, the corners of Ergou's mouth couldn't help but drool.

"Wake up, stop daydreaming, don't you still have to work?" The butcher looked at the second dog who was fantasizing, and woke him up unceremoniously.

Ergou came back to his senses, glanced at the butcher sadly, put away his stall happily, and walked out of the market.

When they came to the gate of the town, several farmers covered with loess said hello to Ergou and walked slowly towards their homes.

The two dogs both responded weakly. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he saw what seemed to be something coming not far away.

In the distance, the dust was flying, and the two dogs looked from afar, and it seemed that a group of people were coming on horseback.

Could it be that some big man or chamber of commerce is coming?

Wrong!

Ergou found that this group of people were wearing animal skin clothes, with strange patterns on their faces, and their appearance was somewhat different from that of the people of the Shang Kingdom.

Alien!

Alien attacks on villages and towns! This kind of thing has happened before, but it is not Qingquan Town, but Yuhe Town, which is not far away, and was attacked by aliens ten years ago and turned into ruins.

At that time, it also caused the anger of the imperial court, and sent troops to conquer these alien races, but later because the aliens fought guerrilla warfare, and at the same time presented gifts to apologize, giving the court face, and then it was gone.

"Oh no, the barbarians have invaded." This is the name of the Shang people for foreign races, because they drink blood and do not understand the law, so the Shang people look down on foreign races and call them barbarians.

Seeing the townsfolk in front of him who had begun to flee, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he roared, and hurried over.

After all, the legs of a man were no match for the four legs of a horse, and in a short time he caught up with a farmer. The vultures pulled out their scimitars, on which were engraved with the totem of the wolf, and slashed them down.

The cold light bloomed, the knife rose and the head fell, and before the farmer could react, the head flew up, and the headless corpse took a few steps forward by inertia.

Bang!

The corpse crashed to the ground, blood gushing out of a huge gap in the throat, gathering a small puddle of blood.

The farmer's head rolled to the edge of the corpse, his eyes widening, as if he couldn't believe he was dead.

The vulture sneered, took out a feathered arrow from the quiver behind the horse, turned sideways, picked up the human head with the long arrow, took it to his hand, and pinned it on the horse's back.

It is a tradition of their tribe to hang the head of their prey as a symbol of their exploits. Originally, it was only used on wild animals, but in the eyes of this group of nomads, there was no difference between Shang and livestock.

The other alien men cheered when they saw their leader so brave, and then rode their horses and charged towards the others, drawing their scimitars at their waists and making strange noises.

A human tragedy began, and a massacre befell this group of ordinary civilians.

Ergou heard the screams coming from behind, his pupils dilated, and the fear in his heart continued to spread, drowning his heart. However, the desire to survive has always spurred him to run forward desperately.

A little, a little bit!

Looking at the imminent arrival at the entrance of the town, it usually doesn't look out of the ordinary, but at the moment it exudes the brilliance of life.

Yikes!

There was a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, and a fishy sweetness surged in his mouth, and he lowered his head and looked at the half of the arrow that passed through his body, the blood-stained arrow was like a grim reaper, smiling at him hideously.

"Stupid Shang people, what my vulture is best at is not horseback riding, but archery." The vultures retracted their longbow and said disdainfully.

Then they rode into the town, and several of the soldiers who defended them slept on their pillars because of the slightly cold weather.

It's no wonder that these steppe peoples can be so arrogant, and who can they protect with such an army.

"What sound?" A soldier was woken up by a loud call for help, rubbed his eyes that had not yet been fully opened, and said with some dissatisfaction.

Yikes!

Before he could wake up, an arrow flew from the vulture bone, nailed to the center of the eyebrows, and directly ended his life.

Several other soldiers realized that the situation was wrong and immediately fled into the town.

The vultures draw their bows and shoot arrows, each arrow taking a life. He had investigated before, the town was in the middle of nowhere, and there were only more than two hundred armed soldiers, and these soldiers were all equipped with ordinary iron swords, and they were not professionally trained, but a group of militia that had been sentified, nothing more than a rabble.

However, a large number of people will eventually bring hidden dangers, so every time a soldier is eliminated now, the less resistance will be encountered in the future.

He brought all the young men in the tribe this time, a total of 392 people, and each death was a great loss for the tribe, as the most powerful people in the tribe, he had to think about the future of the tribe.

A skinny soldier came back from peeing and saw this scene, realized that the situation was wrong, did not alarm the group of aliens who were being slaughtered, and hurriedly rushed towards the county command.

There are nearly 100 armed forces in the prefectural government, and a large number of wealthy people live in the vicinity, and there are private soldiers and domestic slaves, so it is safe to stay there.

So this thin soldier decided at the moment to go to the county government first, as for these slaughtered civilians, he couldn't do anything, after all, people don't kill heaven and earth for themselves.

The vultures didn't notice the guy and began to scavenge for food.

Looking at the large amount of food piled up, a warm smile appeared on his face, as if he saw that this winter could be safely passed, and no more people in the tribe would be starved or frozen to death.