The sky was like the vault of heaven, covering the entire field. Under the blue sky, a boundless grassland stretched out endlessly into the distance. Large white clouds floated in the blue sky, looking so pure and so close to the ground. It was as if as long as one climbed up a slope of twenty to thirty zhang high, they would be able to touch the pure white clouds.
The clouds cast dark and light shadows on the grassland, causing the green of the grassland to change indeterminately. Herds of cattle and sheep were scattered on the grassland like stars in the sky. Yang Ling had never imagined that such a solemn and grand Nadam Conference would actually be held in such a free and unfettered place.
No one divided the areas or partitioned off the competition area. The herdsmen roamed freely on the grassland in groups. Only those great gentry and feudal lords would demarcate some special areas, erect white tents, hang multi-colored flags, and sit in the cool and refreshing tents, enjoying milk tofu, milk skin, and horse milk wine.
Yang Ling and the others also had their own tents. Taking into consideration that there were too many people, for safety's sake, Yang Ling also disguised himself. He changed into the Han people's attire that traveled beyond the Great Wall and stuck two strokes of mustache on his lips. Suddenly, he looked five or six years older, becoming a dignified, steady, and middle-aged man.
His appearance was still so handsome, but he was calm and composed, and his figure was even more stable. The current Yang Ling was not only handsome and refined, but also had the aura of a mature man. This kind of appearance made Cheng Qiyun endlessly pleasantly surprised.
Red Madame also had a tent two arrow's distance away from them. For safety's sake, after arriving here, the two sides did not make any contact. Both sides faced each other from a distance. Even the silhouette of the other in the tent couldn't be seen clearly. But Cui Ying 'er knew in her heart that Yang Ling was there, and her heart suddenly felt at ease.
As a matter of fact, in the days when Yang Ling wasn't by her side, Cui Ying 'er had been fighting and killing, and she wasn't any weaker than a man. But for some unknown reason, she couldn't help but feel dependent on him when she saw him. In fact, Cheng Qiyun also felt the same way. She admired Yang Ling's mature appearance, and it was also because of a woman's dependence on him.
Every time the Nadam Conference was held, herdsmen from hundreds of li would rush over. This time, the Duoyan Three Guards Queen's son-in-law selection attracted heroes from all over the world. As the Nadam Conference was not limited to ethnic groups, even the Jianzhou Jurchen and Haixi Jurchen Jurchen had come to try their luck.
The Living Buddha who had been invited from afar led lamas to burn incense and light lamps on the platform in front of the Duoyan Queen's tent. They chanted sutras and prayed to of the gods and gods. The whole ceremony was very long, but all the herdsmen and warriors were respectful and solemn. The grassland became quiet, and the flags on the platform fluttered in the unrestrained wind.
Commander Lian was also invited to sit in the Queen's tent. Although his position was not worthy to be on the same level as the princes appointed by Emperor Ming Destiny, he still represented the Celestial Empire. Moreover, he was sent by the Governor Commander, the son of your servant. Therefore, he, Aguda of the Steadfast Guard and Baiyin of the Fuyu Guard sat at the head of the table.
"Aguda, I heard that your nephew, Buhe, is also participating in the competition?" Baiyin asked with a smile, her hands on her knees.
"Yes! I watched Yin Qi grow up. She is a good girl, and also the Queen of our Duoyan Three Guards. Only the greatest hero of our grassland is worthy of her. Buhe is our Steadfast Guard's number one expert in riding, archery, and wrestling. Hehehe, Sukhebaru may not be able to defeat him. "
Baiyin smiled faintly and said, "Heroes are not made with words, they are made with skill. If Buhe can defeat Sukhebaru, I, Baiyin, will give him my sincere blessings!"
"Hahahaha, then I will thank you in advance." The lion-like Aguda, whose hair had already turned white, stroked his beard and accepted his blessings without hesitation. Baiyin choked, then smiled coldly and turned her head away.
Commander Lian sat at the side and saw the open and veiled struggle between the two. He turned his head away and pretended not to notice. He picked up his milk tea and sipped it while looking around.
The long ceremony was over. The herdsmen and tribal warriors surrounding the high platform all knelt on the ground devoutly and silently prayed. The tribal leaders also ended their conversations and put their palms together, silently chanting something. It was probably some prayers and blessings.
The Living Buddha came down from the high platform. The lamas in the red kasayas raised their long drums and bugles. Amidst the deafening sound of the bugles, he was led into the tent by Yin Qi and the leaders of various tribes. He was given a seat of honor and was offered Hada and butter tea.
Immediately, Yin Qi stepped onto the high platform with her dagger. This dagger was a gift that she had exchanged with Cui Ying 'er. This dagger was originally suitable for women, and it was extremely sharp. Thus, it became Yin Qi's personal sword.
Although Yin Qi's voice was clear, it was only heard by the people near the high platform. However, the herdsmen were familiar with the so-called Damu Assembly's routine. Everyone was most concerned about the Queen choosing a husband during the Damu Assembly. Now that Yin Qi had personally confirmed it, the herdsmen quickly came over and cheers could be heard from all over the competition grounds.
The Damu Assembly began with a few crisp and melodious sounds of whips.
The first event was a horse race. The Mongols were a people who lived on horseback. Horsemanship was one of the most important survival and fighting skills for them. Just like how the Han people had to take the eight-legged essay and enter the imperial examinations, a man who was good at horse training, horse racing, archery, and wrestling was the hero of the grassland.
Yang Ling had thought that the so-called horse race was a group of people riding on horses. Someone would give the order and they would rush out to a predetermined location and then come back. The first person to arrive would be the first one. He did not expect that the horse race was divided into three categories: walking, jumping, and fast. Only those who passed the first category could participate in the second one.
The Living Buddha and the Head Lama had been busy for the whole morning. In the afternoon, there was only a walking competition. Yang Ling, who had been watching excitedly from outside the tent, only saw thousands of people riding on horses on the grassland as if they were taking a stroll in a park. It was really boring. Since he did not have enough sleep the day before, and there was no risk in this competition, he yawned and went back to his tent to sleep.
Outside, the participating herdsmen were still moving forward carefully. They were from all ethnic groups and of all ages. They were all dressed in their best and cleanest robes, with colorful belts and colorful scarves on their heads. They rode on clean and shiny horses, moving nimbly between the small obstacles that had been set up in advance.
There was no need to sign up, and there was no meeting office to handle the registration. As long as you led your horse to the starting point, you would be considered a participant. There were no judges. All the herdsmen were the judges. If any of the participants did not control the horse steadily and flexibly, and knocked over the small flags or fences on the ground, there would be no need for anyone to point them out. They feared and respected strength. No one dared to continue shamelessly …
Seeing that Yang Ling had returned to his tent, Cheng Qiyun followed him in. She gently massaged his thigh and chatted with him in a gentle voice until he was sound asleep on the wolf skin mattress. Only then did she gently put a robe on him and ordered someone to put down the small window blinds on the yurt. Only then did she return to the huge umbrella in front of the tent.
Cheng Qiyun comfortably sat down on a large chair. There was a huge umbrella on top of it, blocking the sunlight. Her face was still tied with a snow-white scarf, only revealing a pair of beautiful eyes that could charm all living things. Not only did she have to block the sun, but she also had to block the wind and dust. Cheng Qiyun cherished her delicate skin very much. Even under her full moon-like buttocks, there was a suitable cushion that was soft and hard. It was very comfortable.
With a wave of her hand, someone immediately brought over a cup of Longjing tea before the rain. Cheng Qiyun accepted the tea with a smile and took a sip. Her eyes watched the knights that were gradually walking in front of her.
She saw Cui Ying 'er. On her left and right were Feng Lei and Jing Fuer. It could be seen that there were many people around them who were Cui Ying' er's subordinates. This was because those knights were intentionally or unintentionally protecting the three of them, preventing others from deliberately approaching and squeezing their warhorses to break the rules.
In this kind of competition, if it was just to fight for glory, perhaps no one would cheat. But if the prize of the competition was a jade-like beauty, a powerful tribe, and the honor of a prince, then no one would be stingy with scheming.
The young masters of the large families had brought a large number of attendants to participate. Their mission was to try their best to disrupt the steady advancement of other people's horses. This included their masters. If there was a place in front of them that was not easy to pass, then they would take the initiative to break the rules and kick away the colored flags. So this seemingly boring competition was still extremely tense for the people on the field. More than a thousand participants had only walked half of the road. There were less than half left …
A man dressed like an ordinary herdsman hurried to the side of the tent, seemingly asking for water to drink. For guests who were not hostile, the customs of the grasslands were to do their best to entertain them. The side of the competition field was no exception. Someone handed over a cowhide water bag, and the man drank from it. Then, as he lifted his sleeve to wipe his lips, he whispered to Cheng Qiyun, "Bansheng City Lord Ai Shen did not participate in the Nadam Festival. He brought a few people to the various tribes to guard Duo Yan City and the places outside the city. He said he was buying furs and other goods, but I did not see him make many deals."
Duo Yan City was usually unguarded. This time, because the important figures of the Three Guards had all gathered in Duo Yan City, strict security had been implemented. Now that the Three Guards had arrived at the grassland competition field, Duo Yan City had removed the security and allowed the clansmen to enter and leave freely.
Cheng Qiyun nodded her head gracefully, as if she was admiring the skills of the knights on horseback. Her lips moved under the thin veil, and from time to time, the soft white veil would reveal the enchanting shape of her cherry lips. "Tell our people to be careful. Don't worry about the other routes, just keep an eye on Ai Shen. If there's a chance, bring him back for me."
"Yes! But it seems like his subordinates are all good at martial arts. Most of the places he appears in are crowded places, so it will not be easy to capture him. "
"Think of a way yourselves! Ai Shen must be brought back unscathed. It doesn't matter if his subordinates are dead or alive. If anyone sees him, no matter which division he is from, even if he is an officer from Ming Destiny, kill him! "
The white veil was brushed lightly. The man dressed as a shepherd seemed to be startled by the word "kill". His expression turned solemn as he said, "Yes! I will do my best to complete the mission! "
He returned the leather water bag to the person standing beside the tent, bowed to him, and turned to leave in a hurry.
Cheng Qiyun lifted the white veil and brought the cup to her lips, but she stopped. Her clear and beautiful eyes suddenly glanced at the huge Queen's yurt in the distance.
The racers were moving forward at a leisurely pace, as if they were travelers who were walking alone. Looking through the gaps between their figures, there were only dozens of armed guards standing straight like javelins in front of the huge yurt. The Queen and the leader of the three guards did not show up.
Cheng Qiyun's lips curled up into an intriguing smile. "It seems that there is no good show to watch today. Every cicada is trying to be a mantis, but the competition period is only ten days. There will always be people who can't hold back and jump out first. "
She suddenly covered her mouth and yawned. She slept later than the adults yesterday, so she was a little tired. But when she thought of what was about to happen, she became excited.
Sometimes doing evil things was actually quite enjoyable. Unfortunately, under the constraints of Yang Ling, she had turned over a new leaf for a long time. This time was rare … Of course, she had to play big! Her eyes lit up.
A young knight unfortunately turned his head and saw Cheng Qiyun lazily snuggling in the chair under the umbrella. He saw her graceful figure that even the loose Mongolian robe could not hide, as well as her eyes that were like the morning stars. In a moment of absent-mindedness, his horse's hooves tripped over a small flag. The knight hit his head in annoyance and angrily turned his horse to dodge to the side.
Cheng Qiyun giggled as her eyes turned into two crescent moons. In the blink of an eye, her foxy eyes had hooked onto the two knights who had 'unfortunately' turned around. They had also lost the qualification to participate in the competition …
Playing tricks on people was really a very fun thing. Cheng Qiyun was like a naughty child. Her pair of crooked eyes glanced at the next knight …
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The third day was the day of the horse racing. After the walking and jumping competitions, there were only about two hundred contestants left. Among them, there were less than twenty contestants. The rest were their assistants, who were used to create favorable conditions for their masters in the competition so that they could win in one fell swoop.
In Cui Ying 'er's group, only she, Feng Lei, and Jing Fuer had made it to the last stage of the equestrian competition. The superb horsemanship they had displayed in the previous two competitions had already attracted the attention of various tribes. Their public identity as the Taka tribe from the Onan River basin had also aroused many speculations.
The Taka tribe was originally under Bayan's jurisdiction. After Wala seized the Onan River, they became Wala's people. Now that it had become the world of the White Coat Army, the Taka tribe had lost contact with the other tribes. No one knew their whereabouts.
According to them, the entire tribe had moved east after the White Coat Army broke into the Onan River grasslands and fled to the Greater Khingan Mountains. Now they were a free tribe and no longer belonged to Bayan or Yibuluo. They came here to participate in the competition to integrate into the Three Duoyan Guards.
The tribes on the grasslands constantly changed their lords and chose the strongest to follow. It was not a shameful thing and they would not be discriminated against by others. They were willing to rely on the Three Duoyan Guards because they recognized that the Three Duoyan Guards were strong enough to compete with the likes of Bayan and Huo Zhe. This was a good thing that the herdsmen of the Three Duoyan Guards were proud of. Then they showed their vigorous skills. Naturally, they could not avoid the fear of the tribes who wanted to win and marry the Queen.
Cui Ying 'er was combing the mane of the warhorse and preparing for the competition. In this competition, she had the highest chance of winning among the three of Feng Lei's group because she was the lightest. This was crucial to saving horsepower in the 70-kilometer long race.
The horses were good horses. The warhorses of the men who had entered the finals were all strong and powerful, with outstanding speed. Their horses had all been carefully selected, and they had chosen the best colts. Twenty days ago, they had started to hang the horses every day. They had used horse stakes to hang the horses high up every day. Every day, they had limited the amount of fodder and the amount of time they had to drink water. After that, they would hang the horses high up on the stakes to make the horses lose fat and their bodies lighter.
The wife of a noble from the Fuyu Guards was wearing the most luxurious clothes and jewelry. She carried the sacrificial milk bucket and walked to the starting point. The knights, who were chatting and laughing with each other, immediately became serious and pulled the reins. The horses were not saddled and the knights did not wear shoes or socks. They were all dressed in colorful robes and had red ribbons tied on their heads.
There was silence on the grassland. Everyone's eyes were on the noblewoman. The noblewoman, who was over 50 years old, walked in front of the knights and dipped a little bit of holy horse milk. She offered it to the heaven and earth and prayed for a moment. Suddenly, she raised her voice and let out a loud chant.
"Boom!" More than a hundred cavalrymen acted as if they had received a general's order. They immediately leapt onto their horses and landed steadily on the smooth backs of their horses. They whipped their horses and galloped, fighting to be the first to shoot out like arrows. The horses were like a tide, splashing onto the green grassland.
"Woo, woo, woo ~ ~ ~" The horns of the bulls sounded. The herdsmen of the various tribes cheered and their voices shook the grassland. The best singer of the Duoyan Guards sang a song in the Mongolian language, "When it flies by the roadside, people don't have time to see it. When it gallops, its hooves are spotless, like a jumping gazelle or a flying bird out of its cage. Its mane is like green grass, swirling with the wind, and the color of its fur is like a halo on the water …"
Before the song had finished, the hundred-odd knights had already disappeared at the end of the grassy plains. Yang Ling stood worriedly beside the tent, looking into the distance. The sky was azure and boundless, a vast expanse of whiteness. The breeze was like a gentle hand caressing the endless weeds. With a rustling sound, green waves rose and fell one after another. There was not a single shadow of a person in sight.
The only thing that lingered in one's ears was the lingering and unending song. It made one look at the vast world and listen to the resounding song. One could not help but let their hearts drift to the distance that could not be seen with the naked eye …
The aggressive nature of the people of the grassland might have something to do with this environment. The vast and boundless grassland gave the majority of the people of the grassland a broad mind and a heroic aura. They had the desire to explore the end of the grassland. This exploration drove them to continuously move into the distance. If it was an individual's action, it would be an adventure. If it was a powerful tribe, it would be an invasion!
When Red Lady, Buhe, Sukhebaru, and the others were like arrows that had left the bow, galloping across the grassland, far away, in the He Lin where the Tartar, Wala, and Red Lady's forces met, there was a Wala tribe that was leisurely grazing on the grassland.
The Orhun River, which originated from the southern foothills of the Hangai Mountain Range, passed through here before turning north to converge with the Selenge River and emptying into Lake Baikal. As a result, the water plants here were abnormally lush. This was the season when there was plenty of rain and river water. A few days ago, there had been a heavy rain and the flood had washed away the bridge over the river. This tribe that was originally stationed on the west side of the river could only temporarily stay on the east side.
However, they were originally roaming around. Even if the bridge was destroyed, they could still go south and circle back to their tribe along the river. The reason why they didn't go this way was because the south was already close to the Tartar's sphere of influence. As a Wala tribe, they didn't want to take the risk since the two sides were already at each other's throats, so they set up camp by the river.
The bridge would be repaired very quickly. The bridges here were repaired every year. They were very simple bridges that would be washed away by a flood. It wouldn't take much effort to repair them again the following year. The weather at this moment was very good. Under the warm sunshine, the flock of sheep were like white clouds, flowing gently among the green hills and grass. The white clouds in the sky also echoed them, slowly gliding across the azure blue sky that was as clear as the surface of a lake.
Amu Gulang let some of the old and weak people graze the flock of sheep at the foot of the mountain while he led a hundred of his tribesmen up the hillside to chop wood in preparation to build a wooden bridge. The sharp iron axes clanked as snow-white sawdust flew in all directions. Their nostrils were filled with the fresh scent of wood.
With the last swing of the axe, the tall and straight pine tree swayed for a moment. Then, with a push from a few herdsmen, it slowly fell down the mountain. The clear river reflected the shadow of the falling pine tree. When the shadow disappeared from the water, the grass and trees rustled loudly. The crown of the tree fell to the ground and bounced violently. Amu Gulang grinned widely and weighed the smooth wooden handle of the axe. He was ready to call for people to cut off the crown of the tree and carry the huge tree to the river.
At this moment, he faintly heard some sounds. Amu Gulang immediately stopped his tribesmen's joking and squinted his eyes to look into the distance. This river meandered here. Along the river, there were valleys and grasslands, as well as rugged but not high mountain ridges. However, this formed a large and small undulating terrain, making it impossible to see into the distance with a single glance.
After waiting for only a moment, he saw a white cloud floating over from the mountain pass. Warhorses galloped, their cloaks fluttering in the wind. The entire elite troop was like an incomparably sharp knife, cutting through the green waves of grass and fiercely slashing at the leisurely herdsmen and flock of sheep.
"Oh my god! It's the White Shirt Army, they've actually killed their way here! "Amu Gulang cried out in shock. He suddenly raised his sharp axe and shouted in alarm," Quick! The White Shirt Army is here, go down the mountain and save our tribesmen! "
After a brief moment of shock, the herdsmen reacted. One by one, they raised their swords and spears and rushed down the mountain while shouting.
The frightened flock of sheep scattered in all directions like floating clouds blown away by the wind. The herdsmen were born warriors. They had already raised their swords and spears and rushed towards the White Shirt Army that was rushing over. These sheep were their food for this winter. They were all their possessions. If they lost them, then their final outcome would still be to freeze and starve to death or become slaves. This was a battle for survival.
However, even if they were prepared, it was impossible for them to fight against such a powerful force. Not to mention that they had responded to the battle hastily and had very few warriors. The White Shirt Army did not stop and did not hesitate for a moment. Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, they wildly killed their way into the herdsmen.
The shepherd dogs barked wildly. Under the command of their masters, they howled angrily at the huge figures riding on the horses. The force of the fast horse's charge was too great. A sharp spear was pointed at it. With a 'pu' sound, it pierced through its stomach without hesitation. Then, it dragged the spear forward. The hook of the spear dragged the dog's corpse several feet away. When a herdsman raised his scimitar and urged his horse to gallop over, the spear had already been raised. With thick blood, it pierced through the herdsman like a dog.
The famous White Shirt Horse Gang lived up to their reputation. Wherever they passed, people were thrown off their horses. There were people constantly screaming and falling under their horses. It was very easy for the Horse Gang to deal with this seriously scattered herdsman tribe. Their attacks were as smooth as flowing water and did not hesitate at all.
A young child raised his tasseled spear with red eyes. In another three years, perhaps two years, he might grow into a qualified warrior. However, his arms were still too immature. The leader of the White Shirt Army, a big man with a face full of beard and leopard eyes, raised his spear to block the spear in the child's hand. He casually pulled out a horse handle tied with red silk from behind his shoulder and swooped down beautifully. The Wa child did not even have time to scream before he was cut in half. The remains of the body fell onto the grass and scarlet blood sprayed into the air.
Amu Gulang cursed angrily. His eyes were red. That child was his nephew, the only male descendant in his family. He quickened his pace and threw the sharp axe in his hand from a distance. The axe danced in the air and formed a circle of light. With a buzzing sound, it ruthlessly chopped down on the head of a White Shirt Army soldier.
The corpse fell to the ground with a loud thud. Amu Gulang took a few steps forward, intending to pick up his saber and snatch his horse. Another White Shirt soldier rushed over. His face was covered with a mask, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes. A sharp spear pierced through Amu Gulang's lower abdomen like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue. Amu Gulang screamed and fell to the ground.
The herdsmen who rushed down the mountain rushed up to help. The riders on the horses pulled the reins and spurred their horses forward. Two herdsmen's chests were exposed in a bloody hole as blood spurted out. They spun around and fell to the ground, pressing on Amu Gulang's body. The masked White Shirt Army soldier lowered his body and picked up the dead White Shirt Army soldier. He placed him on his horse and rode away.
A Wala herdsman clutched his chest and screamed as he fell off his horse. Blood dripped from the gaps between his fingers. The White Shirt Army's charge was perfect. The herdsmen at the foot of the mountain had basically been dealt with. Their war horses drew a beautiful arc and rushed back. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the herdsmen abandoned their flock of sheep and began to run up the mountain with tears in their eyes.
The White Shirt Army did not chase up the mountain. They began to shoot arrows on their horses, treating the herdsmen as live targets. Their incomparably accurate archery nailed the herdsmen to the ground one by one. Less than ten herdsmen managed to escape into the dense forest.
The White Shirt Army began to gather their troops. Their casualties were negligible. Under the watchful eyes of the Wala herdsmen, they organized their men and horses and drove the cattle and sheep out of the mountain pass. The herdsmen hiding in the pine forest could only grit their teeth and stare at this group of bandits who were even more ferocious than them with a pair of eyes that could spit fire.
After walking for more than ten miles, a man pulled down the mask on his face. This was a Han man. He had a flattering smile on his face and said: "Lord Tara, your men are too brave. The Wala people are simply unable to withstand a single blow."
"Hahaha." The big man with leopard-like eyes and a thick beard laughed and pulled down the mask on his face. He was a chiliarch under Boyan Mengke. Tara laughed: "It's all thanks to you. If it weren't for you providing us with information, we wouldn't have known that there was a group of Wala people who were blocked by the river and unable to return to the camp."
"It's only right, it's only right. Our bansheng depends on the Khan's men. A brave and fearless warrior like you should serve the Khan. Uh … I wonder how much of these cattle and sheep we can get? "
Tara laughed: "We still have to rush upstream to see if we can find other Wala tribes. These cattle and sheep can't be brought back. If you want them, I can give them all to you."
The man was overjoyed, but then he said with a troubled expression: "Thank you for Lord Tara's generosity, but … there are only a dozen of us. It's really inconvenient to move around to take care of such a large flock of cattle and sheep."
He frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's alright. The river has risen, so the people over there won't be able to find their people so quickly. Since General Tara still wants to go upstream to find the damned Wala people, then no one will come chasing here. Thank you, Lord Tara. Our governor will definitely be overjoyed by your generosity. "
"Brother Da Liang, is General Tara going to give us all the cattle and sheep?" Another man pulled down his mask and said to him in surprise.
"Yes! Go look after the flock of sheep, don't delay Lord Tara's journey. "After Brother Da Liang gave the order, he smiled at Tara and said:" Then … let's hurry back. After General Tara returns in triumph, you must come to our Bansheng City as a guest. Our governor has just gotten a few fresh girls. There are beauties from the Western Region, girls from Jiangnan, and gentle and considerate Japanese women … "
Tara laughed lewdly: "Yes, I will definitely go and have a taste. You guys should be on your way too!"
"Good! Thank you, Lord Tara! Brothers, let's catch up with the flock of sheep, we … "
"Pu!" The dull sound of a sharp blade entering a body could be heard. Brother Da Liang turned his head to look at Tara in shock. Tara didn't care at all. He pulled out his bloody saber and smiled at him like a brother. Then, the sharp blade swept up with a buzzing sound: "Kill!"
Brother Da Liang's head flew into the air with a rain of blood. The Tatars suddenly attacked. They seemed to have received an order. The Bansheng Han people around them were caught off guard and didn't even have time to resist before they were beheaded one by one.
"Quick! Bury them, bury them shallowly. The hounds of the Wala people will smell them. " Tara ordered with a smile: "The witnesses and material evidence are all complete. When the Wala people discover these white-robed Han people, we can drink milk wine and watch them put on a good show for us. Hahahaha …"
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