"Brush!" "Brush!" "Brush!"

The hundreds of cavalry men riding healthy horses behind him, after hearing the words of their commander, raised their long knives one after another, and all showed a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on their faces.

The wind was blowing in his ears, Tamur Zahan took the lead on horseback, his legs and the horse's back were tightly together, and in the cold night fog, hundreds of Mongolian steppe light cavalry rushed at a very fast speed like demons haunting the night, and rushed towards the simple villagers who had gone home and slept in the dark night.

The dense and piercing sound of horses' hooves as hundreds of cavalry hurried awoke some of the villagers who were sleeping soundly in the house, and when they sensed that something was wrong, they casually copied their shovels and hammers and rushed out of the house.

Looking at the villagers who rushed out of the house, holding shovels, and hammers looked panicked, and they couldn't even cooperate.

Tamur Zahan, who was riding at the front, twitched the corners of his mouth with disdain, "a rabble", and then ordered the cavalry on the left and right to "crush them...... Kill! ”

Several guards cavalry quickly caught up with them, and there was a crisp "poof". The galloping war horse crashed into a villager with a shovel in the front like an iron wall, and the powerful impact force of the "bump" directly knocked the person out, and his body was paralyzed in the snow, obviously unable to survive.

"Kill!" A Mongolian steppe guard quickly passed past another stunned villager, raising his sword and sending a small cold light in the air. "Poof. The villager only felt a flash in front of his eyes. A big human head flew into the air, blood spurted out half a meter high from the headless chest, and the mercenary was stunned. Splashed with blood all over his face,

"Kill!" Then the Mongolian steppe light cavalry that followed crashed into a group of villagers with an arrow, and immediately smashed the mercenaries into pieces.

The corpses of the villagers fell under the scattered village houses, and the villagers who had just mustered up the courage to charge were scattered by the swift cavalry, and the many Mongolian steppe light cavalry chiseled through the entire village and quickly killed it.

In just an hour, hundreds of Mongolian steppe light cavalry killed almost all the more than 1,000 people in the village, and that's not all, after packing up the property, food, women, etc., they finally set a fire and burned the whole village to ashes.

These simple villagers, they didn't realize until the moment they died, it turned out that they had saved a demon, a demon from steppe Mongolia.

It was only then that they began to regret it, and their bowels were green with regret, but nothing was done, their homes were destroyed, their houses were burned, their wives and children were killed, and everything disappeared into the flames with the screams.

At this moment, because of the Jungar cavalry, all parts of Gansu Province are in a miserable situation!

"All wars are the continuation of interests, and there is no war in the world without interests at all!

For the sake of profit, the roaring Jungar cavalry accepted the construction of the caravan with the army, like an old rich man who scraped the land, and planned and planned sack, in the dark night.

The Jungar cavalry quietly approached the towns and villages, and then rushed and kicked open the doors of the homes of officials and rich people, and often saw officials and rich people who were preparing to flee with their belongings.

They removed all their belongings, and the officials and tycoons were killed on the spot.

Black clouds piled up in the air, and the dry and cold air pierced people's noses, like a hook hanging deep in their noses, and with every breath, there was a dull exhalation sound, and a thin layer of white ice accumulated on the ground.

There was a strange stench in the air, and a row of white objects hung upside down on a tree in the forest, and many vultures hovered above the corpse.

In one lot, there were even hundreds of corpses, many of them old people and children, and on the other side, the charred and almost burned thatched hut of Starfall.

Some of the corpses had their eyes eaten by foraging birds, leaving only two black hole sockets.

Some necks have broken their collarbones because of iron nails, which are more than twice as long as normal people, just like the long-necked goose hanging by the cook.

The wind blew through the corpses, which swayed like kites and creaked strangely, as if they wanted to throw the nails around their necks.

Such a strange and terrifying sight that even the most daring person could not help but feel afraid.

This "is terrible!" What did these Mongolians, who were not as good as beasts, do, so what did they leave for us? ”

Looking at the dead villages with almost nothing left around, all of them were like hungry wolves, and a group of more than ten thieves on horseback who wanted to take advantage of them spit on the ground one after another, and scolded the Mongols one by one.

They are dirty robbers and thieves, and their identities are extremely ordinary, and they are just ordinary farmers like the villagers here.

It's just that because of the Qing government. The persecution of the government was forced to be helpless and started the business of thieves.

But they are three points more hateful than the foreign Mongols, and if the Mongols are wolves, they are flies after the wolves.

While bullying their own people, selling children, killing people and stealing goods, and doing all kinds of evil, they also bowed to the Mongols, and were extremely lowly.

The thieves were so unwilling, they found nothing on their trip, and began to frantically search for so-called possessions in the ruins.

It doesn't matter if they look for it, they really found something valuable.

They found a child named Zhang Junbao in a villager's cellar and threw him to the ground.

Zhang Bao had no way of knowing the identities of these people, only that he was an enemy, he was like a young beast forced into a corner, with a low roar in his throat and claws that were not sharp.

The long whip came silently from behind, Zhang Bao fell to the ground again, and the thieves laughed excitedly, and one of them leaned down and grabbed the young man, put him across the horse, and searched unceremoniously, found the small bag of silver in the young man's arms, held it high, and shouted:

"Hey, this kid's family is quite good, and when his parents hid him, they actually stuffed a small bag of silver on him!"

Zhang Junbao, who has not been out of the house for more than ten years and is very simple and simple, did not understand the identity of these people until this time, and for a while, he was angry, "Let go of me!" He cried out, struggling to grab the only relic his parents had left for him when they had hidden him in the cellar.

The thieves laughed louder, not taking the boy seriously at all, and the leader of the thieves put the package wrapped in silver into his bosom, and touched it around the boy's body, and then took out a jade pendant made of inferior miscellaneous jade and a knife made of iron.

After scavenging all the valuable things on Zhang Bao's body, the leader of the thieves directly threw Zhang Bao back to the ground.

After Zhang Bao was slammed, his back felt like it was broken, and it hurt to the bone marrow, but what frightened him even more was the package that was snatched, which was the most precious relic left to him by his parents, which was more important than his life.

But no one in the field cared about his feelings, and the bandits of more than ten people in a group all looked at Zhang Bao, a young man who struggled to stand up desperately, with a playful look.

"Give me back!" Zhang Bao, a teenager, jumped up desperately.

The leader of the thieves struck him in the face with a punch that nearly knocked him unconscious, and then pulled out a rope and tied him so tightly that he gagged his mouth with a foul and smelly bundle cloth

The leader of the thieves waved his hand, and then jumped off his horse, and several other bandits jumped to the horse to prepare a fire to cook, after all, they had not eaten for nearly a day.

Zhang Bao's hands and feet were tied, and he could only squirm like a worm, struggling desperately, and then crawling with all his strength to the place where the leader of the thieves was sitting.

Seeing that he was about to approach the side of the thief leader, the thief leader heard the voice, looked back, and directly kicked the young Zhang Bao with another kick, which directly knocked the young Zhang Bao unconscious.

“……………………”

After eating and drinking, the thieves got on their horses and left the village and went down the mountain.

There is also a thief near the foot of the mountain, guarding some young orphans who have been caught like the young Zhang Bao and are ready to sell them for money.

A group of more than a dozen thieves rode eastward, and behind their horses, almost all of them had one or two children whom they had captured.

The most difficult thing in the troubled times is the poor and kind people, who suffer from the war, their wives are separated, and their families are separated.

After driving for nearly a day and a night, the group of thieves stopped in front of a fork in the road, and Zhang Bao, who was tied to the horse, felt that this place was far away from his home.

Although he had never left his hometown, the place in front of him was a plain, and it was a completely different terrain than the place surrounded by mountains in his hometown.

“……………”

The north-to-south fork leads through a narrow mountain pass, and after miles of travel, it joins the main east-west road, at which hundreds of people have gathered.

Most of them were dressed in shabby leather clothes, as if they had never been washed, oily, shining in the morning sun, all armed with weapons, and fierce in their eyes, like a group of beasts forced to gather together.

There was a clear faction between the bandits and robbers, and they were divided into several groups, each other on guard, their palms always not far from their weapons, and they looked ready to go to war.

Strangely enough, the vicious robbers and the cunning thieves crowded to the west of the junction, and there was a wide open space across the way, but no one passed, as if there were ghosts hidden in the empty area.

Even more strange was that the thieves and robbers all looked at the mountain pass to the north, all looking anxious, as if they were waiting for someone.