stubborn thief

Chapter 250
In Kham in May, the war belonging to King Baili Dunyue Duoji has ended.

But Nangqian is still shrouded in the shadow of bloody killings. Uncles and brothers of soldiers killed on both sides are avenging their killings on this land, commonly known as beating enemies.

On the north and south banks of the Tongtian River, there were hundreds of cavalry scattered into several small teams, all of whom came from Baili to fight against enemies.

Basang picked up the firewood with his head down, set up a clay stove outside the tent, wiped his hands on the colorless sheepskin jacket, cut up the venison he had hunted with a knife, and put it on the side of the stove to roast. .

When no one noticed him, he secretly licked the raw minced meat off the knife.

It's delicious and sweet.

Basang was born in a large manor, and the name means born on the fifth day.

His parents are both Langsheng, so he is also Langsheng, according to Han, he is a domestic servant.

There was a strange sound coming from the sheepskin curtain behind Basang, and he knew that it was Master Duoji sleeping with Mei Duo.

Mei Duo is also Langsheng, but she is much better than Basang. She has served noble ladies since she was a child, eating clean food and wearing clean clothes, so she is clean and beautiful.

When you come out to beat enemies, you shouldn't take women with you, but recently Master Duoji and Mei Duo have slept more often, probably because the master said that he planned to ration Mei Duo to himself.

That day, Basang was sleeping curled up under the stairs as usual, and when the wooden ladder was stepped on, Basang could hear the footsteps of the master, always heavy and powerful, so he hurried out and knelt beside him.

Then I heard the master say to his wife: "Let's ration Mei Duo to Basang. Although he is dumb, he has a strong body and will give birth to a few strong little Langs to work in the future."

For a long time after that, Basang worked very hard.

Who can say for sure?Marrying Langsheng is like mating a lamb. The master may remember it or forget it, it doesn't matter.

But Basang really wants to be a partner with Mei Duo. Maybe he can also move out of the manor, rent a piece of land, and change from a domestic cub to an outside chaba.

The sound of getting dressed came from the tent, and Master Duoji was about to come out.

Basang turned the venison with a knife, stepped aside and sat down.

With the cold wind blowing, he took out the frozen tsampa from the sheepskin jacket with bare shoulders, and held it in his hand to warm it.

Master Duoji came out, looked at him from a distance and smiled, poured a cup of milk tea from the clay stove, smelled the smell of roasted venison, and showed satisfaction.

In the distance, the leaders of several enemy fighting teams were leading their horses and walking towards this side. Basang lowered his head and glanced upwards, observing those noble young masters secretly.

The looks on people's faces were distressed.

Basang heard them say to the young master: "Duoji, have you heard that the Gama monk Nangqian brought many Mongolians from the north."

"A poor ghost in Qinghai?"

Master Duoji's words made several nobles laugh. Someone said: "It seems that these Mongolians were recruited by a Han general. Those people are not poor ghosts."

"Han people know how to do this."

Dorje said disdainfully: "They can't stay in Amdo by themselves, so they find others to make trouble, just like the emperor used Mu Tianwang in the south."

The king of wood in Duoji's mouth is Mu Yi, chieftain of Lijiang, Yunnan.

The chieftain of Lijiang was between Yunnan, Guizhou and Qinghai-Tibet. Zhu Yuanzhang hoped that he would use force to guard the court for the court from generation to generation.

Therefore, throughout the Ming Dynasty, under the connivance of the imperial court, the chieftains of the Mu family in Lijiang in Yunnan expanded fiercely, and now they have occupied the entire southern Kang, pushing its northern border to Litang, Bator, and Mangkang.

Became King Bailey's neighbor to the south.

But now, for King Baili Dunyue Dorji, King Mutian in the south is the most powerful helper. Together with Zangba Khan, they have formed an anti-yellow sect alliance.

Not long after, the team of beating enemies set off again.

The young master took Basang and a group of armed slaves along the Tongtian River to the northwest, walked across a river, climbed over two hills, and finally found a manor.

A manor is a pleasant term, but it is actually a village. There is a landlord’s compound in the village, and more than 80 of the [-] households are slaves of the landlord’s compound. This is a manor.

The enemy-fighting team dispersed, killing people and setting fires all over the manor. For them, this action was just a nominal enemy-fighting, but in fact it was just entertainment for the nobles and young masters.

No one was their enemy, and if anything, a few brothers of armed slaves might have died in the spring battles in the ranks, but that had nothing to do with the nobles.

"Basang, shoot her!"

The manor owner's wife was tied to a tree, and Master Duoji waved a strange whip and shouted: "Shoot her to death!"

The whip of that whip was thick and black.

Basang recognized the whip as his mother's arm.

Basang's mother died that year, and the wizard wanted to perform a ritual, so he just took his mother's head and arms, as well as the intestines of another slave.

Master Duoji has been a kind person since he was a child. He thought that Basang needed to have a thought, so he took the risk of stealing back the forearm attached to his left hand during the ritual.

It's a pity that this matter was discovered by the master. Later, the arm was dried, and the leather whip was wrapped together to make a horsewhip.

Master Duoji always said: Basang, when I become a master, I will give you this whip.

The nobles and young masters were booing nearby, and the house servants were snatching the butter tea in the manor to have a good time, but the lady kept crying.

She didn't know how her husband who had surrendered to King Bai Li was killed, let alone why she was killed.

Basang didn't know either.

But the young master gave the order, and he will do so.

If the young master said to shoot him to death, he would have to shoot him to death, even if he didn't breathe.

He's not actually dumb.

In the past, Basang knew a very smart house slave, who would always think from the perspective of the master. The order the master gave him was one, and he thought the effect the master wanted to achieve was two, so he did three.

The Langsheng people in the manor thought that he would be sent to the temple or become the new housekeeper with his intelligence.

But then that very clever house boy became a lot of things.

He is not only a very smart skin, but also a very smart head bowl, but also many smart phalanx beads, and most importantly, he has also become a very smart shin horn.

Whenever there is a war on the manor, the smart boy's leg bones will be blown.

Smart bones have stronger mana.

Since then, Basang has never spoken in front of his master, and he will do what the master orders, never asking why or what's wrong.

Basang still lowered his head, holding his bow and arrows full.

They were not allowed to raise their heads since they were young. Except for those Langsheng who served the master and wife and needed to take care of the guests, the other slaves were like Basang.

In the dark night when no one was around, Basang wanted to raise his head, but he was very tired and could no longer lift his neck.

Fortunately, such a neck does not affect archery.

The archery skill he had been taught by the steward with a whip was very good. The single wooden bow vibrated lightly, and the bone arrow clusters flew ten steps, and accurately passed through the noble lady's throat, stopping the sound of cursing abruptly.

The noble young masters cheered loudly, and Master Duoji proudly held up the highland barley wine bowl and waved at him, pointing to a room not far away and saying, "There is a woman over there, if she is not dead, you should make yourself happy." , dumb."

Seeing that he didn't move, Master Duoji frowned and urged: "Go, we'll wait for you outside."

Until Basang turned his head, he heard the young master complaining in a low voice: "It's unlucky, all the horses here have been confiscated by the king's army."

Unfortunately, when Basang entered the room, the whole room was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood. The girl the young master said had died for a long time.

Just as Basang had time to roll up the blanket in the room, he heard panic shouts outside, and someone shouted: "Da Zi, Da Zi is here!"

Rushing out of the house, everything outside is in chaos.

Some were leading horses, some were running, and those slaves who were lucky enough not to be killed were tied together by ropes and ran up the mountain together.

Outside the village farther away, Mongolians riding horses and wearing red-tasseled hats galloped around, galloping around with bows and arrows, releasing an arrow from time to time, forcing them to the village and unable to escape.

"Come on Basang!"

Master Duoji took a few house servants and a few friends to form a team, and shot a rain of arrows at the Mongolians in the distance.

Looking back, the village was full of fires they set off, and they couldn't stay longer.

Outside the village, there were only a few dozen Mongols at first, but as the black smoke rose from the village, groups of Mongols swarmed in from afar.

Master Dorji shouted: "Go, there are more and more of them!"

With these words, the village was in chaos.

The team that beat the enemy didn't have enough horses. They wanted to snatch a few noble manors along the way and grab two or three hundred horses, but who knew that all the war horses here were confiscated by King Baili's team, and they couldn't get any horses at all.

The nobles and young masters brought their servants around to rob each other of horses, and no one cared about others at this time.

A house servant chased the horse and ran past Basang, and was knocked over by the rolled up blanket. Basang got on the horse and ran to the young master.

Master Duoji also snatched two horses, threw Mei Duo on the horses, and called the servants and the army to break out to the east.

The team of hundreds of people was divided into several small teams, some ran towards the snow mountain, some ran towards the iron chain bridge of Tongtian River, and some followed them to break out to the east of the village.

The offensive of the Mongolian cavalry was fierce, and they kept shooting arrows from behind. Several house servants who were running on foot were either shot or were chased by the shepherds and hammered to death with stone bones.

Basang felt as if he had also been shot, and he just ran while riding on the horse, raised his hand to touch behind him, but did not touch the shaft of the arrow.

He thought to himself, maybe he was hit by a stone.

The Mongolian soldiers behind saw that the arrow hit the horseman in front, but failed to pierce the dusty old sheepskin jacket, and fell to the ground.

Furious, he took out another arrow from his quiver, saw that it was a stone arrow again, and screamed in anger, he simply pulled out the stone bone and rushed towards it.

As a result, before chasing him, he was hit in the face with a wolf sling by a Bu Zhanzi. He was dizzy and bloody, and couldn't see anything. He turned his horse's head and ran back.

Seeing the Mongolian herdsmen retreating behind, Basang heaved a long sigh of relief, but before he could heave a sigh of relief, the young master's horse was stuck in the buttocks by an arrow, and the mount suddenly raised its front hooves, knocking the young master over go down.

Fortunately, Master Duoji was just thrown in a mess, struggling to get up, Basang had already got off his horse, handed over the reins, and at the same time turned around and shot arrows at the Mongolian who was chasing him.

Master Duoji didn't get on his horse, he ran to the side and raised his hand to pull Mei Duo off the horse, and pointed at Basang with a whip: "You come with me!"

Basang never spoke to the young master.

Only this time, Mei Duo was thrown on the ground, she was so dazed that she didn't dare to run or move.

Basang spoke, and he asked, "What about Mei Duo?"

For a moment, the expression on Master Duoji's face was extremely exciting.

Basang was a familiar person, but the unfamiliar voice came out of this familiar mouth, which surprised him. He always thought that Basang was a mute.

"Two horses, you live, or she live?"

Basang said, "She lives."

Master Duoji turned pale with anger, raised Basang's mother's hand, and whipped Basang severely: "You are not a dumb Basang, you are a fucking fool Basang! Get on your horse!"

"Master wants to ration Mei Duo to me." Basang was very stubborn, and he shot an arrow in the distance, but missed anything. He said, "Master and Mei Duo live."

Master Duoji slapped Basang from the horse again: "When you go back, the master will match you with someone else, get on the horse!"

The Mongolian horse soldiers were getting closer and closer, and several arrows fell from a distance. Basang was frightened by the whip, turned his head and threw his bow on the ground, and raised his hand to hit the young master's horse's buttocks twice.

During the gallop of the horse, Master Duoji's angry scolding gradually faded away.

Basang threw Mei Duo on the horse, led the horse, and ran after the young master in the direction where the young master was running.

There was still fighting around, and the Mongolian horsemen had gradually surrounded the village. The purpose of those people was not to kill people, but to loot the interrupted and plundered village.

Only a few people on horseback chased around.

Basang runs fast. He has a pair of legs that walk on the ground in the mountains. For some reason, during the desperate running, a thought always flashes through his mind... If his legs are made into a pair of shin horns , must be louder than that clever shin-horn.

He once thought that he had escaped from the encirclement of the Mongolian soldiers.

But no, the seven Mongolians rode horses and circled around themselves. None of them shot arrows, they just watched from afar.

Watch him run.Seeing his saliva flow down the corner of his mouth, watching him run out of tears, his chest is about to explode.

The Mongolian leader tilted his head and whipped his whip, pointed at him and laughed loudly: "This guy is a slave boy who got into a dispute with his master because of a woman."

Finally, Basang couldn't run anymore. Like Mei Duo, his neck was tightly restrained by the harness pole. No matter how far he ran, he was dragged backward.

Until Basang's hand in front of his neck was strangled by the horse rope, blood was dripping.

A Mongolian nobleman wearing a red hat and leather armor stepped on his head with sheepskin boots, looked down at him, showed his yellow teeth, took out an unknown object from a small wooden bowl, and threw it into his mouth.

Sweet and sour, refreshing.

Xie Erhu of Yongxiebu stepped on the slave cub, looked up at the burning village, squeezed out a stick of Xining pickled round root radish from a wooden bowl, put it in his mouth, and chewed it crisply.

Xie Erhu said to the left and right: "The Generalissimo needs these slaves, send them to exchange for reward tickets."

　good evening!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)