"Ba, what is that?"

The Mongolian girl who was taking the bucket from her father's hand on the shore looked at the east in curiosity, and something seemed to be glowing there.

"What?"

The father who was fetching water looked straight in the direction of his daughter's eyes, as if something was really flashing, just like the skull head that was pulled out by a wild wolf in the wasteland would flash ghost fire at night.

"Is it a pack of wolves?"

The girl Jirigela was a little worried. She was attacked by a wolf pack when she was grazing with her father a few years ago. The little black dog she raised with her own hands was bitten to death by the wolf pack, which made her sad for several days.

The wolf's eyes shine at night.

"No matter how brave the wolf is, he doesn't dare to come here."

Bai Yin laughed, thinking that some little beast might be there, and didn't take it seriously. He touched his daughter's head and said, "Go back, your mother and brother are still waiting for our water."

"oh."

Jirigela picked up the bucket again. Although she was only thirteen years old, she could lift a bucket weighing dozens of pounds like an adult.

For this reason, the neighbors all said that she should marry someone else's wife, not be her father's good daughter. Even her mother said that she was so angry that Jirigela didn't talk to her mother for two days, but her father said she was reluctant to let her good daughter get married, so Xiao Jiri talked to her mother again.

"Babe, not a wolf, what is it?"

The girl was holding the bucket with difficulty while staring at the glowing distance. She was really curious about what the glowing light was.

The dark night, the things that glow are really curious.

"Maybe someone has come back to find the lost flock."

Bai Yin felt that someone was turbulent in the light because it was too far away and it looked too blurry. It was normal for the loss of cattle and sheep on the grassland to go missing. He didn't think much about it. He just finished speaking, his heart string seemed to be plucked by someone with something, and suddenly stood there motionless.

"Ba, what's wrong?"

The girl looked at her motionless father a little puzzled.

"Don't make a sound,"

Bai Yin's expression became more and more serious, staring at the light in the distance, and then his expression became extremely panicked. He threw the bucket in his hand to the ground, grabbed his daughter's hand and ran to his tent.

He heard the sound of hooves and horses.

Many people on the banks of the Dusitu River heard the sound of hooves coming from afar. When these people walked out of the tent in confusion to see what happened, countless torches were rushing towards them with the sound of hooves.

"Cabinets are cavalry!"

The Mongolians living on horseback were very familiar with the sound of the hooves of war horses. They shouted loudly and fear rose from the bottom of their hearts.

It is definitely not a friend who is running on horseback in such a dark night!

Enemy, enemy!

"kill!"

"When the Han general is redeemable", Wu Rujie took the lead and rushed forward. His desperate appearance was even more brave than following the Manchus and killing compatriots.

Because he needs to prove his loyalty to Dashun and his value to Dashun.

Otherwise, he would most likely become a rotten corpse in the wilderness, just like those Han army comrades buried alive by Shun Army in Tongzhou.

If this is the case alone, it may be a pleasure and relief.

But if he was pulled away by Shunjun like Fan Wencheng, he would be skeletonized by Shunjun, and finally his heart was still trembling slightly, his nose was still breathing slightly, and his eyes were still opening and closing slightly, which means that life was really worse than death.

Compared to Fan Wencheng who was lingchi, Wu Rujie is undoubtedly lucky.

Although his wife and daughter are temporarily slaves, at least they are still alive.

As long as Wu Rujie truly redeems his heart and is willing to redeem his past sins, he can still be reunited with his wife and daughter.

He can even have a very good future in Dashun.

"kill!"

The shouts of killing from thousands of people resounded over the Dusitu River, making the frightened Mongolians even more chilled.

Everyone knows what happened, but everyone doesn't know what to do.

They can only run.

"burn!"

Wu Rujie threw the torch in his hand into a tent in front without hesitation, and then rode his horse toward the panicked Mongolians. The long sword in his hand slashed out in the other party's shocked eyes. With a "puff", the impact of the war horse made the long sword more powerful. A head with a braided hair separated from his master in the blink of an eye.

The bloody scene scared the Mongolians around him screamed.

Wu Rujie couldn't understand what the Mongolians were shouting, but he knew that screaming meant fear.

"one!"

Wu Rujie, who was silent in his heart, continued to slash and kill. The defenseless Mongolians were like wooden stakes, and six or seven were cut down by him one after another.

"burn!"

Dozens of elite troops of Shunjun horses rushed forward, killing people and setting fires. Wherever they went, there were tents that ignited fires.

The firelight was like the Qi Mingxing in the dark, guiding more soldiers of the Shun Army to rush towards the Dusitu River.

The fatigue of the marching for several days was wiped out, and everyone was filled with energy like evil dragons entering the core area of ​​the Hulukezhaisang tribe.

There were chopping and slaughtering everywhere, fires everywhere, and Mongolians screaming and running away everywhere.

Weininghai, more than a hundred years later, fell into the sea of ​​fire again

"Babe!"

Amid the desperate eyes and cries of the girl Jirigra, her father was chopped to the ground by a howling knight.

Bai Yin, who was caught in the knife, stared blankly at her crying daughter on the ground. Half of his face was cut off by the long knife, and his vision gradually became blurred. He wanted to climb to his daughter, but his body was frozen by the cold ice and could not move at all.

In a trance, Bai Yin had an illusion.

Time and space returned nine years ago, and the location came to the Great Wall.

A Han woman holding her daughter lay on her husband's body and shouted desperately, but the husband could no longer answer his wife.

The body temperature is gradually losing, and the originally warm body quickly turned into a hard corpse under the cold wind.

Bai Yin and his companions were rummaging through boxes and cabinets at the Han people's home. He remembered that he found an iron pot, half a jar of salt, two quilts, and dozens of copper plates in the Han people's home. His companions packed all the clothes in the Han people's home, saying that when they go back, they can make the whole family dress more decently.

What makes people laugh a little is that Bai Yin's companions also put the residual powder used by the woman into the bag.

Although there are not many things in this family, it seems to be a great reward in the eyes of Bai Yin and his companions. It is not their turn to search for the rich Han people in the city, but as long as they work harder and search for a few more, they will always be able to return with a full load.

After wrapping the found things with a quilt and putting them on the horse's back, Bai Yin walked to the woman whose husband had died, raised her daughter high, and then threw it to the ground.

The rules on the grassland only kill heights exceeding the wheels, but this is the Great Wall and the Han people. The rules on the grassland do not apply.

Moreover, there are too many Han people, killing more will not be a bad thing.

After doing this, Bai Yin dragged the poor Han woman into the house. Because the woman resisted desperately, he angrily cut off the woman's head and put it aside.

Before leaving, he saw a silver ring on the woman's finger, so he cut off the woman's finger with a knife and took off the silver ring.

Now, the silver ring was collected by his wife, and he was going to give it to her as a dowry when his daughter got married on a good day.

This is a good father.

However, he couldn't wait for his daughter to get married.

When time and space returned to reality, Bai Yin's last impression of the world was that his tent was burning.

Lamas say that people suffer in this life and will enjoy wealth in the next life.

But I don’t know if my next life will become a prince and Taiji.

Bai Yin is dead.

His name is Fuyou.

His greatest wish in his life is to become a rich person.

Maybe he will get what he wants in the next life

The howling wind fueled the fire on the banks of the Dusitu River, from the initial dozen tents to the fire dragon that stretched for more than ten miles.

Wherever the long dragon arrived, one yurt after another was swallowed by flames, and the cold was dispelled by the flames that spread across the sky, making everyone in the fire feel extremely hot.

The flames that penetrated the sky illuminated the banks of the Dusitu River as daytime, and red light was constantly reflected on the frozen Dusitu River.

Like the Tashhai tribe of Baichengzi, the Huluke Village Sang tribe of Weininghai was completely a cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered without any effective resistance.

It is hard to imagine why such a weak Mongolian tribe could occupy the Hetao area for so long.

What were they thinking when the Han people in the Great Wall looking north at their hometown!

Women are running, and men are running.

The descendants of the three Golden Guards who were once proud of the Golden Family did not show the courage of any Mongolian warriors, nor did they show the bloodiness of any Mongolian warriors. Instead, they were like a group of goats driven by wolves, and only knew how to run around.

They collided with each other, pushed each other desperately, stepping on their companions' bodies one after another

"Who is it, who is it!"
To be continued...