As the vulture appeared, Din Black Panther was killed in battle, and the news of heavy casualties swept through like a hurricane. The camp suddenly became gloomy and filled with mourning. The women who stayed behind went outside their tents and waited eagerly. Some saw them.

Some of the familiar figures were waiting for nothing. The shouts of people and the neighing of horses were mixed with low cries.

Since Fu Jingtao was homeless, Zhao Tietou simply invited him to go home and stay temporarily. Fu Jingtao walked among the tents, looking at the women who were either ashen-faced or sobbing softly, and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Zhao, what will they do in the future without the protection of men?"

Zhao Tietou said: "What else can be done? According to Black Whirlwind's practice, all the property of the deceased, including women, war horses, livestock, jewelry, armor, weapons, etc., must be confiscated, and the living brothers will select and distribute them according to their merits in battle."

The Black Whirlwind makes a living by robbing and not producing, so once a man dies in battle, the women and slaves who once relied on him lose their source of livelihood and can only be taken over by other horse thieves. This time, more than 200 people were lost, which means

There will be a huge wealth to be redistributed.

Fu Jingtao stroked his chin and said, "According to this, don't Boss Ding's women and treasures also have to be taken out?"

Zhao Tietou grinned and said: "Why, do you want to choose a beautiful girl to warm your bed? Don't worry, your share will not be missed!"

While the two were talking, they came to the southwest corner of the camp. A little kid with braided hair and a tiger-striped coat had sharp eyes and shouted: "Dad! Daddy!" He ran over with his arms spread wide. Zhao Tietou laughed loudly,

He jumped off the horse and threw him high into the air, then caught him again, making the little baby giggle.

At this time, three tall and fair-skinned women approached with smiles, and their brows were filled with joy. The one in the middle was dignified and plump, with hair as black as ink, wearing shining jewelry on her forehead, neck and waist. She had a plump figure and looked like a mature woman.

The other two had high noses and deep eyes, with skin as white as snow and braids on their heads, like the beautiful flowers on the grassland. They knelt down respectfully, their foreheads touching the ground, and said softly: "I welcome you, my slaves."

Master, go home!"

Fu Jingtao opened his eyes and joked with a smile: "Uncle Zhao is so handsome! But can you still keep your back straight when you drive these three tall horses?"

Zhao Tietou said proudly: "You know nothing! I can kill three birds with one stone and still do it with ease!"

Fu Jingtao said: "Really or not? Don't lie to me, right?"

Zhao Tietou squinted at him and said, "You haven't even grown your hair yet. Do you know what a treasured sword is? In two days, Lao Zhao will teach you some real skills, which you will learn a lot from!" After a pause, he said again.

: "Niangzhu, Haina, and Meguli are all my female slaves. You can beat and scold me as you please? You're welcome. This is my little brother Yang Tao. Stay with me for a few days. You must serve me attentively."

Niangzhu and others turned sideways and saluted obediently: "My servants pay homage to Master Yang!"

Fu Jingtao rubbed his nose and said: "Without courtesy, get up!"

Zhao Tietou smiled and hugged Niangzhu. Haina asked Meguli to leave a helper and went away happily. Meguli was bold and cheerful, youthful and lively, and soon became acquainted with Fu Jingtao. The two of them soon became familiar with each other.

The tent was set up and the blankets and bedding were laid out. Night had fallen quietly. After dinner? After Mei Guli had served Fu Jingtao to wash up, she took off her clothes and got into bed.

Fu Jingtao was startled and said hurriedly: "Mei Guli, what do you want to do? Go back quickly!"

Meguli's delicate body trembled, a look of horror appeared on her face, and she said in a trembling voice: "Master Yang, do you think this slave has not done enough? Please? Don't drive me away. I, I don't want to die yet!"

Fu Jingtao frowned and said, "Nonsense? Who dares to kill you if you are so good?"

Meguli whispered: "If I cannot satisfy you tonight, Mr. Zhao will think that he has lost face and will definitely kill me tomorrow!"

Fu Jingtao secretly sighed. Although Meguli was young and beautiful, her body was like dust and her life was like grass. She had no autonomy at all. If she resisted at all, she would die miserably. After all, he couldn't make up his mind to get things done, so he was confused.

Spent the night.

The morning sun fell, and a bright white winter sun floated on the hills, and there was silence between heaven and earth. Suddenly, the sound of the horn "Woooo!" broke the silence and resounded throughout the camp.

I saw a surge of people, and one after another women, children, and slaves walked out of the tent in silence, ranging from three to five to more than ten people. Their left arms were wrapped with a black cloth strip with a number symbol painted on it.

They gathered in the open space on the shore of the lake. Their expressions were numb. They had long given up their undesirable fantasies and were waiting for the judgment of fate. For them, no matter who the new owner was, it was nothing more than jumping from one fire pit to another.

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Soon, the horse thieves who had been ridiculous all night appeared one after another, swaying and yawning.

It was Fu Jingtao's first time to participate in this kind of loot-sharing activity. Looking at the dark women crowded together, he felt dizzy. You must know that when horse thieves burned, killed, and looted, they usually killed mediocre women when they encountered them.

, those who were brought back to their lair were beauties from all ethnic groups. But from another perspective, the fate of those who escaped the killing was even more tragic than that of the dead tribesmen.

Among the hundreds of beauties, there are only six or seven who can truly be said to be outstanding in beauty. One of them is wearing a white dress and a white skirt, with waterfall-like black hair, picturesque eyebrows, and outstanding temperament. Everywhere from head to toe is beautiful, just like

Standing out from the crowd. She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, quietly looking at the swaying clump of dead grass in front of her. Her mind was wandering, as if she was immersed in her own fantasy world.

Fu Jingtao didn't know why, but his heart ached, and he felt a strong feeling of pity.

Zhao Tietou, who was standing aside, laughed and said: "Are you dumbfounded? Her name is Niangqiu, she is a born white tiger, a bad luck master. All men who touch her will die!"

Fu Jingtao was half-convinced and said: "No way? How could there be such a sinister thing?"

Zhao Tietou said sternly: "I'm not lying to you! This woman is from the Tubo royal family and has been occupied by four leaders. The strange thing is that it took as long as one year and as short as three months. They all died suddenly! Boss Ding does not believe in evil.

I had to take her into my account, but this time I died - beauty is a disaster!" Even if a woman is as beautiful as a fairy, once she is labeled as a "white tiger's wife, whoever touches her will die", men will avoid her.

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Fu Jingtao shook his head and said: "I committed evil and sought death, how can I blame a woman?"

Suddenly, they saw flags waving and gongs and drums sounding. Zhuo Tianluo and the six leaders stepped onto the temporary wooden platform, showing their composure without anger. The horse thieves became energetic and gradually stopped talking.

Zhuo Tianluo took a step forward and raised his voice: "Brothers, the dead have passed away. We must inherit their courage, take over their swords and arrows, mount their war horses, and continue to traverse the desert grassland! Wherever the black whirlwind horse's hooves go

, only blood and fire!"

All the horse thieves raised their arms and roared: "Only blood and fire!"

Zhuo Tianluo continued: "According to convention, the property of the deceased should be divided equally among everyone. But this time there are too many people and property involved, so there is no need to waste time here. After discussions between me and the heads of the family, it will be decided by the representatives of the heads of the family.

The brothers select the property and then distribute it according to the merits of the war. As for the women and slaves, we will draw lots on the spot and choose them without any regrets! Do you understand?"

"I understand!"
Chapter completed!