"Master Bing, my cub is inside, I only have this one cub, please spare my cub......"

"Get out of the way, if you shout and disturb the Inspector to drink, Lao Tzu will cut you!"

"Ouch - dare to do it, brothers, chop them for me!"

"What happened? Why did you still do it? Liu Hongjian said with a wine jug in his hand.

It was too hot in the yurt, Liu Hong gradually broke out in a stinky sweat, and just as he was about to come out for a walk, he heard a quarrel at the gate of the camp.

"Master Inspector, this herdsman is unreasonable, and he also instructed his subordinates to hurt people, and he is about to correct them on the spot!" The flag officer of the border army on duty was highly motivated.

The Ming people can be so righteous outside the pass, thanks to the records under their hands, when the Ming army was weak in the past, they couldn't wait to see the Tartars and run, and the Tartars scolded them as turtle sons outside the city wall, and they didn't dare to fight back.

Now in the thirty years of Hedong and thirty years in the west of Hexi, the Ming army has conquered the city and the terrain is like a broken bamboo, and the Tartars are retreating one after another, and this role is reversed.

"Official, my slave didn't do anything, just now this soldier pushed me, my slave just helped me get out of the way, Official, please spare my cub!"

The herdsman was also a man of understanding, and when he saw that the arrogant soldier just now was so respectful to the young man in front of him, he knew that a truly powerful figure was coming, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"How did your cub get to the officer's camp?" The long night was long, the cool breeze was blowing, and Liu Hongjian was also idle, so he took care of such trivial things.

He didn't listen to the words of the little flag officer, and the old herdsman was more credible than that.

After all, none of the Ming soldiers were injured, and the two sloppy men beside the old herdsman were all dressed in shabby and tattered shirts, one arm was dripping with blood, and one shoulder was red, which was supposed to be the handwriting of the border army.

"Lord Hui, my cub was originally in this camp, he was a soldier under the second leader of Omar, and now he ...... Now......" said the herdsman, and then he became a mouthful.

"Now I'm a prisoner of my Ming!" The flag officer suddenly interjected just now, and he was very disdainful of this old herdsman.

"Official, please spare my cub, he was forcibly conscripted by the second leader, there is only this one cub left in my family, I am willing to exchange these two slaves for my cubs!"

When the old herdsman heard this, he became anxious, knelt down and kowtowed, and begged for mercy.

"Oh? You still have slaves in your house! The corners of Liu Hong's mouth gradually raised, but he became interested.

"My lord, there are constant disputes among the tribes of the ancient alliances, and all the tribes that are defeated will become slaves!" Seeing Liu Hong's face gradually showing doubts, Baba quickly explained.

"So, what are the strengths of your slaves?" Liu Hong gradually asked.

The wrinkles on the old herdsman's face suddenly reminded Liu Hong of his father.

If he was captured and his life was in danger, his father would probably rush into the enemy camp like this.

Two for one, it seems quite suitable, seeing that these two sloppy boys are tall and tall, it is definitely not a loss.

"Official, these two slaves are twin brothers, the old man is infinitely big, the second one can run faster than a dog, and he is a good herding hand!" When the old herdsman heard about the play, he immediately boasted of his slaves.

"Aji, quick, bring me that iron pier over!" Afraid that Liu Hong would gradually not believe it, the old herdsman patrolled left and right, pointing to a pile of iron tools that the Ming army had just collected from the camp.

This iron is still a semi-finished product, and if it is to be made into a weapon, it needs to be reforged.

With the current level of science and technology of the ancient people, it is impossible to refine iron, Liu Hong gradually snorted coldly in his heart, thinking of the eight big tigers in Shanxi that were killed by his nest last year.

Come to think of it, this iron dun is all from their hands.

Hiss - it's just that this thing is also too big, look like this is two or three hundred pounds, this old chrysanthemum is not a good official, how can a person move it?

The slave named Aji got the order, glanced at Liu Hongji, and saw that Liu Hongjian nodded, and then slowly walked to Natie Dunzi.

This guy ...... Even know that you dare to act only with the consent of the official, it seems that the ancient people of the alliance are not as upright as Babala, Liu Hong nodded secretly, but he still had a negative attitude towards the statement of this old chrysanthemum.

I saw that this Tartar slave opened his arms and hugged Tie Dunzi, and then frowned and gritted his teeth, and the bones on his body crackled, which made the surrounding soldiers secretly surprised.

However, it seems that this slave is not light, and after two attempts, he still can't move it.

"Aji, you don't usually do this, hurry up!" The old herdsman was in a hurry, and if he couldn't move it, it meant that he couldn't rescue his cubs.

He spent all the savings that his family had looted over the years before he learned that his cub was still alive.

"Ahhh The slave named Aji heard his master's urging and yelled, and Tie Dunzi rose up.

The slave turned around with Tie Dunzi in his arms, his heavy steps moving slowly, his forehead bulging with green tendons, his teeth bulging with two pieces of horizontal flesh, and the wound on his arm was bleeding faster due to the tremendous pressure.

He struggled to walk between the master and Liu Hongji, every step was very heavy, the master did not order him to put it down, he could only support it hard, and the blood on his elbow kept dripping and pulling.

"Put it down, it's good, it's really strong." Liu Hong gradually felt unbearable, this is too inhumane!

The slave did not listen to Liu Hongji's words, but turned to look at his master with difficulty.

"Put it down!" After the old chrysanthemum finished speaking, he only heard a bang, and Tie Dunzi smashed on the ground, smashing a big hole.

The slave named Aji moved his muscles slightly, pressed the wound on his right arm with his left hand, and stood silently behind the old chrysanthemum.

"Official, how about it, do you want to try Ah Gou's skills?" Old Chrysanthemum heard Liu Hong's words come true, and said secretly happy in her heart.

"No need, this flag officer, go and take him to claim it!" Liu Hong gradually said to the flag officer on duty just now.

"Yes, obedience!" The Inspector spoke, and this flag officer didn't dare to refute even if he felt uncomfortable.

"Master Xie, I will be my cub Lord Xie!" When Lao Chrysanthemum saw that she could finally save her son, she couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Don't be too happy, the captives will have to be tattooed on their foreheads, and even if you want to take them away, you still have to be tattooed!" These captives were to be sent to the interior of the Ming Dynasty to dig coal, and in order to distinguish Liu Hong, he gradually thought of the idea of this tattoo.

The captive is tattooed with a captive on his forehead, indicating that he is a captive outside the gate, so that even if there is an accident, the government can easily arrest him.

"This ...... Thorn and stab, as long as you can save my cubs. Old Chrysanthemum only frowned slightly and agreed.

After all, compared to freedom, a tattoo on the forehead is nothing.

"Let's do it!" The border army flag officer responded gloomily, and he seemed to have found some kind of balance in his heart.

"Lao Chang, take these two people to rinse and rinse and change clothes, pay attention to protect the wound, and bring me to see me when you are done!"