It's late at night.

The creepy cries of the old treble began to echo in the wilderness thirty miles away in Juzhou City.

Groups of wild dogs wandered among the former fields, and their eyes, which had turned red because of eating too much dead flesh, flashed like ghosts in the weeds deep waist-deep.

Looking around, there are broken walls everywhere.

Walking in the wilderness, you can see scattered human bones everywhere.

Occasionally, some wild creatures swept past the bones, and after stomping the skeletons, a piece of green ghost fire was stirred, making the back of the chill.

The Han court has been traveling south for 12 years. After thousands of miles of fertile land in the north of the Yangtze River, it has now become like this ghost domain after being washed by the Tartars, bandits, refugees and warlords.

One out of ten people exists, all industries are withered, the fields are deserted, and beasts walk and the road.

If there is really hell in the world, then you don’t need to look for it deliberately and just look at the appearance on the earth now.

In fact, Juzhou is on the edge of the Qilu Peninsula and is not the main target of all kinds of Tartars and heroes. Therefore, it is still peaceful and occasionally you can see some heavily guarded trench forts.

If someone walks westward for more than a hundred miles from here and truly enters the Central Plains, then he will understand what is a situation that even hell cannot reach.

Nowadays, no matter where it is, when it gets dark, no one dares to walk alone in the fields.

Not to mention the more fierce beast thieves, even in groups of wild dogs, they dare to directly attack the lonely pedestrians.

Of course, if a team of fully armed soldiers sleeping in the wild at night, this is not so difficult to understand.

If this team of soldiers were still elite Tartar cavalry, then it has to be said that they do have the capital to do their own arbitrary actions.

The team in front of me that lays down the bow shop in the wild is such a Tartar cavalry.

About 5,60 bald men with rat tails with money were packed with armor on their bodies, wearing only leather robes or clothes snatched from the Han people, some even bare-handed, but each with a waist knife, and several figures with the appearance of a leader were still hanging iron bones and flying axes around their waists.

These Tartars did not set up fences and fences, and they could just put a few branches in a few camps. Even if they set up camp, there were more than a dozen strong men in groups chatting and laughing loudly around five piles of bellow bonfires. Some people stared at the sheep on it, constantly turning over with wooden sticks, and the sheep oil dripped into the fire, crackling.

On the left side of the camp, there were several leisurely-looking Tartar soldiers guarding the hundreds of newly captured slaves this time.

They held wooden sticks in their hands, and whipped the heads of the sobbing slaves from time to time, in return for desperately suppressed screams and the smug laugh of the perpetrator.

The leader of this team, Haihuli, the leader of the Great Jin Kingdom's Moucor (centurion) of Haihuli, sat on a wool blanket, wearing a bear fur coat, picked up a snatched sea bowl with his right hand, and drank all the full wine and mud in one breath.

"Ah, OK!"

Haihuli threw the bowl casually, reached out to wipe the few rat whiskers on his lips, and said with satisfaction with the smell of alcohol in his mouth: "It's better to be Zhongyuan. I didn't expect that I could drink wine when I went to war!"

"Oh, this master looked like a huge amount. Unfortunately, this little place only has this kind of earthen wine, which is not worthy of the master's ability."

Old man Hu hurried forward, tried his best to pick up a large jar, and refilled the bowl of Haihuli:

"Next time my master comes again, please inform me in advance, so I can ask the master to prepare real good wine for my master."

"Hahaha!" Hearing this, Haihuli Yangtian laughed: "You man, do you want to inquire about your master's military information?"

There was a knife wound on Haihuli's face that reached his chin from his forehead, which was pulled by laughter, twisted like a poisonous snake. In his bloody mouth, like a wild animal, it was covered with browned teeth, and the smell of turbid wine was disgusting.

"How can it be? How can it be? How dare the little one be so bold?"

Hu Lanshan ignored the other party's threat and laughed like a clown:

"Besides, we Han people are not good at archery and horses. Master can hit a hundred of us with one hand. Even if we ask about military slaves, we can't do anything, right? The young people just want to prepare in advance and work hard for the master. Master can only drink this kind of local wine, and it is also the hospitality of our slaves, right?"

Haihuli didn't think that the local Han people would dare to do anything to them. However, the Han dog was cunning and if he secretly reported his actions to the grassland Tartars or the Dangxiang barbarians, he might not be able to get it.

Haihuli inherited his uncle's property last year and became Mouke. He had only 80 households under his command, barely 200 Dingkou. If he fought head-on with the grassland or Dangxiang, the loss would be great, and the status he had finally obtained would decline. Even his Mouke might be seized by others.

It was like I and Ama who seized the inheritance left by my uncle to several cousins.

Thinking of this, Haihuli sneered and said to Old Man Hu: "Don't ask about my general's behavior. Just prepare good wine and meat at this time of year in the future!"

"Yes~~~ It must be certain~~~." Hu Lanshan nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, and at the same time signaled his murmured son to pour wine for the Tartar leader.

"Also, go back and tell your master that he will spare him this time this time, and he will come again next year. He will produce ten women!"

Speaking of women, Haihuli's subordinates burst into laughter.

The Han girl has fair skin and beautiful appearance, and has a soft figure. She has always been the favorite goods of tribes.

In the early years, this was nothing. Now there are only one in the northern Han people. The hunters who grew up in the white mountains and black waters are not good at boats and cannot cross the river to rob. They have caught fewer and fewer good goods every year. Now outside the pass, a beautiful and clean new Han girl can even change to a good horse!

The old man Hu complained secretly and did not dare to answer - in his eyes, Xu Shiyang was a young and energetic half-aged child. He usually liked to shout "Hu Wuren, Han Daochang" and attached the most importance to the population. This time he came out to "talk about the weight" with this group of Jurchen Tartars. The boy firmly disagreed with giving women, and would rather give more tribute to food and wine, but even one person was unwilling to give it.

As a "diplomat" who has been dealing with all kinds of Tartars and heroes in the fortress for many years, Hu Lanshan certainly knew that in the eyes of the Tartars, Han women were very valuable - second only to cattle and horses, slightly higher than iron tools.

If the Tartars team in front of him had already grabbed a lot of people before, Old Man Hu felt that he might not have fooled him this time.

And, this time has passed, what should I do next time?

With Xu Shiyang's character of being indifferent to the public, what should he do if he desperately resists the population and attracts the Tartars to attack the fort?

By then, it will not be something that 5 women can pass.

Old Man Hu was still thinking about what happened in the future. He drank two bowls of wine, ate a whole lamb leg, and then picked up the Han girl, and suddenly felt a hot stomach.

He waved his hand and called the head of the sign (equivalent to fifty households) and ordered loudly: "Go to find a few Chinese girls behind to have fun!"

Looking horizontally, two people with wide bald heads grinned and smiled, then turned around and walked towards the place where they were imprisoned.
Chapter completed!