Prosperous Tang Soul

Chapter 352 Blood Red Snow White ([-])

Ulak felt uncomfortable looking at the two old sheepskins that were huddled together and the fur was about to fall off. He walked gently to his father and took off the sheepskins from their bodies.

Unbeknownst to Ulak, his elderly father was not actually asleep.

The little sparks on the burning cow dung could not make the camp bright, and Ulak's father shed tears silently in the dark space.

Are you unwilling to keep a tattered sheepskin for yourself?

At this moment, Ulak's father remembered that when he was young, it was also on a cold and windy snowy night that he took away the sheepskin that belonged to his father in order to cover Ulak.

That is, that night, his father was frozen to death.

But now Ulak does not lack a sheepskin, but Ulak still took his sheepskin. In this long night, all he can wait for is death.

Regret, anger.
However, he moved his mouth, but still didn't make any sound.

Such a custom on the grassland is justified, and an old man has no role except to consume food.He couldn't graze, couldn't carry things, and didn't have the strength to mount a horse and carry a machete to plunder.

So he could only watch his favorite son take away his sheepskin without saying a word.

Such a choice is cruel, even at this moment he wondered if his father was also awake when he took away the sheepskin from his father.

Or. At that moment, my father must have the same mood as me!
The black eyes were hidden in the darkness. Ulak's father just watched his son Ulak put the sheepskin that he took from him on his body, and suddenly he felt warm in his body.

A whole piece of new sheepskin with long wool covered him.

At the same time, his wife was also covered with a new sheepskin.

Bitter!

pain!

happy!

In an instant, Ulak's father's heart was filled with countless indescribable feelings.

An old hand grasped Ulak's father's.

No need to think about it, Ulak's father knew that it was his wife's hand, and it turned out that she was also not asleep
Tears flowed down silently, was I really wrong?
Ulak didn't know that his father and mother were so touched that he shed old tears. He decided to kill a few more sheep tomorrow and cover all the beds with sheepskins. That way it might be warmer.

The old sheepskin couldn't keep warm, so Ulak was half asleep and half awake throughout the night. He was woken up by the cold just after falling asleep, and then fell asleep again.

suddenly!

In the haze, a shrill scream came from not far away.

Ulak was startled, and quickly turned over and got off the bed. Through the gap in the tent, he clearly saw countless black figures swimming in the real tribe, and drops of blood flowed along the blade in the white light that flashed from time to time in the night. In the snow.

They are killing people!
Ulak was startled, he hurriedly wanted to wake up his parents, wife and children, but just when he turned around, his back was pressed down by a palm.

"Ulak, hurry up!" It was Ulak's father who spoke, and he said: "You can't see clearly at night, you just need to find a place to hide and you can survive. Little, we are all burdens, only you can escape this disaster alive!"

"No, we are a family. If we want to live together, we must die together!" Ulak slowly twitched his scimitar, and said, "At worst, I will fight them!"

"Ulak, you are my only son. I don't want you to die. Even if you die, I should be the one! I'm old, I can't herd sheep anymore, and I can't hold a machete. People like me Rather than dragging you down, it is better to lure them away and let you escape. Remember my words, live, just live!"

At this time, the entire tribe had already woken up, and countless people started to hack and kill in the dark with weapons.

Because they don't know what's going on now.

Suddenly, more and more people were involved in this war.

Snowflakes are still falling.

Blood spatters drew red marks in the snow.
Shout out!
The sound of weapons interlacing!

Beg for mercy!
Cries!
horse hissing.
In just a quarter of an hour, this peaceful tribe turned into hell in an instant. Countless people fell in a pool of blood, and countless Turkic people, men, women, young and old, became a speck of dust.

Ulak disobeyed his father's advice and fled because he couldn't let go of his family.

The family didn't go out, just lit the suet lamps and sat on the bed quietly waiting for the arrival of the god of death.

Waiting is painful, and waiting for death is even more painful. Perhaps because the outside can clearly see that the people inside have not acted aggressively, so until all the shouts outside have disappeared, there are only five or six Tang troops surrounded by a group of people. A man, apparently an officer, entered the tent.

"Why didn't you pick up your scimitar and fight with my men?" The officer sneered and looked at Ulak. His assassin was covered in blood, and he was extremely terrifying under the light of the shaking suet lamp.

Glancing at the trembling sons, Ulak sighed in his heart, what was supposed to come finally came.

But he didn't regret it. In the past three years, he enjoyed things that most of his tribe had never enjoyed, such as fine wine, salt, and three women. He was satisfied, but he didn't know what it would be like to die.

"Hehe, you're quite stubborn, how dare you not answer my words!" Wang Laowu looked at the Turkic figure who didn't resist or speak very interestingly, and said with a smile: "I'll ask a question, you answer a question, and don't say a word." How about I kill one of your sons?"

For the Turkic identity, Wang Laowu didn't have a good impression.

On the contrary, the main reason why I followed my uncle all the way to this place where nothing shits shit is that these Turkic barbarians are making trouble in the north, otherwise he must be hugging him in his spacious mansion in Zhuangzi. How could the daughter-in-law be slashing someone with a knife while she was sleeping?
Of course, he didn't feel that the Turkic man in front of him could understand his own words, he was just a Turkic barbarian, could he still understand the language of the Tang people?The reason why he did this was just to play with this Turkic man. Just like playing monkeys, soldiers also need a little life adjustment after being tired.

"I told you to let me go?" Ulak asked suddenly, and asked Wang Lao Wu.

Although Ulak speaks Chinese, he stutters a bit, especially in his pronunciation, which has a strange sense of incongruity, but he can definitely make people understand what he is saying.

　The update is complete, a new month, ask for a monthly pass![-]D for two consecutive days, please work harder, brothers!Although it seems to be a bit short on weekdays, but buddies these two days are really awesome!Let's get motivated!

　　
　
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