On the other side of the Binlan Mountains, about fifty miles from the foot of the mountain, the grassland is inhabited by the Faqiang tribe, which is now a little surviving, and no longer has the glory of being one of the three major tribes of the Tatar Warat.

The overall structure of the tribes on the grassland is almost the same, because of the characteristics of living in water and grass, the Mongolians basically live in tents, in order to resist the strong wind and severe cold, the tents are basically spired, continuous into a piece, it looks like a different taste.

On the edge of the tribe, outside the fence, lived a father and son, who belonged to the Faqiang tribe, but could not live in the real tribe because they were Han Chinese slaves.

Slaves had no human rights, so the tents they lived in were made of rudimentary animal skins, which not only leaked everywhere, but also looked ugly, like a scar on the prairie, which was incompatible with the white tents in the enclosure.

It was almost dark, and the tribe was full of the smell of food, and the Han boy swallowed his saliva and subconsciously glanced back at his father.

The Han man was boiling something in a broken iron pot, and the reason why it was said to be broken was probably because the iron pot was only a part of a pot, which looked like a piece of iron with a slight arc, and the things cooked in it could no longer be seen what it was.

There are many Han slaves in this tribe, which are the trophies brought back from the edge of the grassland every year by the young men of the tribe, usually women and children, and the reason why this Han man survived, and there is a tent and an iron pot, is because he has been living in this tribe for more than ten years.

He was a child when he was taken captive.

So when he saw the young man in front of him who was not much different from himself back then, he begged the nobles in the tribe to let him recognize a godson.

Even if you stay away from the Ming Dynasty, you have to find a way to pass on the ancestry, right?

Probably because the Han man did a good job, and the nobles agreed to this request, it may have been a reward for him - after all, compared to those slaves who wanted to run at every turn, this Han man was indeed loyal and cowardly.

The food that could not be seen in the iron pot was gradually cooked, the Han man shouted, and the young man obediently returned to the simple tent, took the broken bowl in the man's hand, and ate it with his hands.

The Han man frowned, and tapped the edge of the bowl with the chopsticks made from two branches in his hand, and the young man picked up the chopsticks with some reluctance.

"We are Han people, and Han people have to eat with chopsticks."

"Daddy, I can't remember anything before I came to the tribe."

"It's okay, Daddy will teach you, our Da Ming, compared to these tribes, I don't know how many times better."

"Then Daddy, can we still go back to Daming?"

The Han man, who had always been wooden, suddenly stopped his chopsticks and was a little speechless for a while.

But after a moment the light in his eyes was extinguished, and he only urged the boy to eat, for in a moment they would have to go to the sheepfold.

There is no hope, child, hope is the most painful thing.

……

Night had completely fallen, and in the sky of the western grassland, only a last ray of light was left struggling, and finally it was completely engulfed by darkness, and the moonlight fell on the face of the Han man, making his cheek lines appear a little stiff.

He and his son were checking their master's sheepfold to make sure every sheep were there, and then walked around the fence to make sure no sheep sneaked out of the pen.

The boy carried a basin of water, precious not for them but for the sheep, who needed to be cared for, and whose slaves were far inferior in status.

The boy put the basin on the ground and was about to look up to search for his father, but after a moment he suddenly felt dazzled.

Because the water in the basin suddenly began to tremble, although he could not see his funny face reflected in the basin by the light, he could also feel the slight vibration of the ground in the fence.

No, not only the fence, but the whole grassland seemed to start to shake, and the cattle and sheep who were locked up, and the horses who were tied to it seemed to feel something, and suddenly became restless, some of the lambs were scurrying in the fence, and some of the horses were shaking their heads frantically, as if they were desperately trying to break free from the reins, as if only in this way could they suppress those instinctive uneasiness.

Not only him, but also the Han man who felt this shock, the man who had lived on the grassland for a long time, suddenly squinted in one direction.

His eyesight was excellent, and he could see the movement in the direction of the shaking earlier than the boy, so he also became the first person in the Faqiang tribe to be shocked to the point of speechlessness tonight, and there was an incredible look on his face that had always been numb and submissive.

And the boy who stood next to the man gradually grew his mouth.

On the opposite side of the fence, the Mongols, who felt the tremors from time to time, opened their tents and came out, and more and more people saw the cause of the tremors, and their expressions gradually changed from doubt to horror, and the golden scepter in the hand of a tribal magnate suddenly fell to the ground.

The whole tribe fell silent, and everyone stared in that direction.

The grassland under the night is extremely empty, although there is no vision brought by the daylight, but the moonlight is not bad tonight, and the line of sight is clear, only to see a large black cloud on the eastern horizon is slowly pressing over.

The reason why the speed is relatively slow is not because the black cloud moves slowly, but because the area covered by the black cloud is a little too wide, so it gives people such an illusion.

The black cloud quickly swept a few miles and came to the front of the tribe, and everyone saw that it was not a black cloud at all, but smoke and dust that had been raised!

All that smoke and dust is dust from the horse's hooves!

On top of those horses, there were cavalrymen in armor!

No one could count the number of cavalry that rushed in a hurry, they could only think clearly in a daze, half-body armor, iron standard weapons, one man and two horses, this was certainly not the Mongolian cavalry, because the Mongolian cavalry did not have so much iron to arm so many troops like this.

So if it's not the Mongol cavalry, who else can it be?

A word popped up in everyone's minds, but they still couldn't believe it, until a terrible voice pierced the night sky: "Daming cavalry!" ”

Everyone struck a stir, yes, the Ming cavalry, the Ming cavalry is coming!

How did they do it? Are all the cavalrymen guarding the steppes and mountain passes outside? As for the Naqu tribe on the edge of the grassland, didn't they send some cattle and sheep over to trade just a few days ago? How could this group of Ming cavalry not be found?

No one could figure it out, no one could take their eyes off the silent charge of the cavalry, and the whole tribe fell into an eerie silence.

It wasn't until the terrible scream pierced the night sky that everyone began to scurry like headless flies.

The black iron stream at the head seemed to have touched the edge of the tribe, and with their uniform movements, clusters of flames exploded around the tribe, and those flames were reflected in people's eyes, as if fireworks were set off on the grassland.

The heat wave overturned the Mongols living on the periphery, and as the black-armored cavalry moved in unison, explosions rang out one after another, and the Mongols, who had not reacted much, had now fallen into an even greater panic.

The Ming cavalry can not only fly over the grassland, but also summon thunder! Immortal God, have you forsaken us?

The belief of the feudal era can make people not afraid of death, but also make people unable to resist the power of resistance, this kind of battle that has never been fought can only be a punishment from heaven in the eyes of the Mongols, those terrible thunders, the last trace of resistance confidence has been blown away.

With the completion of the first round of throwing, the black cavalry scattered left and right, and the cavalry, which had increased the speed of their horses, stabbed through the gate of the tribe like a sharp knife.

Faqiang Department, broken!

……

As a scout, Xiang Er did not need to participate in the frontal battle, he rode his horse and ran along the fence of the tribe, and did not find the Mongols who had quietly escaped, so he stopped by the fence and drank a sip of water.

Don't look at the majesty of the cavalry charging head-on, in fact, the presence of scouts is more important than the charging cavalry.

Before the charge was launched, the scouts had to explore the way in front, and they couldn't be discovered by the Mongols, so they had to take advantage of the night to find out the location of the Mongols, they had to become Gu Huai's eyes to plan the route of the charge, and they had to clean up the Mongols who had fallen outside, so Xiang Er was actually very tired.

But sure enough, he was still not suitable for the kind of work of rushing in and wielding a knife and slashing, preferring to fight guerrilla attacks with a small number of enemies on the grassland.

Listening to the continuous screams coming from the fence, the smile on Xiang Er's face became stronger, and he put away the kettle, and planned to walk more.

What if you run into a boy like last time? Xiang Er touched a bone tooth hanging on his belt, I don't know what kind of animal it is, it is very warm and cold, it is the trophy he obtained from killing the Mongolian boy last time.

The horse's hooves trampled on the grassland, walking slowly along the fence step by step, and the soldiers on the horse hummed slang songs, with the back of the fire, and the screams one after another, there was still a sense of harmony.

The singing stopped suddenly, and Xiang Er's voice sounded playfully: "Come out, I don't want to go into the sheepfold." ”

After saying that, he regretted it, and the Mongols couldn't understand the Da Ming language, so what were they wasting all this saliva for.

He took his bow and arrows from his horse and aimed at the flock.

A small figure suddenly ran out and shouted, "Are you Han?" ”

Not so straightforward and round.

Xiang Er was stunned, a little surprised, this is a Mongolian who can speak Ming?

Thinking of that person's order, smash it to Er, it's a pity, this little guy is a little younger, otherwise he should be a good guide.

He didn't answer, just pulled the strings.

Since you can't be a guide, you should shoot an arrow to death, so as not to suffer some torture later.

An adult man suddenly came out of the flock, knelt down in front of the young man, and pleaded with a face full of pleading: "This military master, we are Han people, we are Han people!" It was captured by these barbarians, are you the Ming army? ”

Xiang Er was stunned again, scratched his head, and put down his bow and arrow.

Damn it, you can still see fellow villagers on the grassland?