Bagen devoured the bud rice coarse flour cake in his hand, which was made of bud rice coarse flour, which was a by-product of the sifted bud rice noodles, and tasted very bad, and was eaten by foreign workers in the Far East.

But Bagen ate deliciously, staring at the big wooden barrel on the ground as he ate. The sharp cake in the wooden barrel had already gone down more than halfway, which made him inexplicably anxious.

Bargan had already eaten several of them, but he still ate the bread in his hand by dividing it by two, and grabbed a cake from the barrel and stuffed it into his mouth.

Because he ate too quickly, Bagen was so choked that he hung his back and quickly drank a large mouthful of vegetable soup before he was able to get out of breath. He stroked his bloated belly and burped comfortably.

I haven't eaten so much for several years, there are too many dilapidated households like him in the grassland, the tribe is not big, and the winters of these years are still extremely cold, and every winter when the snow is stormy, even the cattle and sheep of the Yan family of the tribe are frozen to death a lot. Not to mention ordinary Mongolia

Tribal pastoralists.

Bagan has been a rotten life since he was born, and he has worked hard with his grandmother, and he has never seen his old son Bagan. According to his grandmother, he followed Nayan south to fight and never came back.

When I was ten years old, my grandmother died, and since then, Bagan is like a weed, ready to die at any time. This product was purely raised by God, and he was hungry and full, so he was stunned to survive.

Growing up, Bagan can only eat a few full meals when he goes out with the tribe Nayan. Relying on a stout body given by God, he fought for several years, regardless of winning or losing, he still survived. I have been alone all these years, and my life has been extremely hard.

In this era, the poor people like him in the Monan Mongolian tribes grabbed a lot of money on the grassland.

Mongolia in the late Ming Dynasty. It was divided into two major tribes, the Inner and Outer Zaksak Mongols, and the two major tribes were broken down into multiple tribes, with the Inner Zaka Mongols having more than 20 tribes in Southern Mongolia and the Outer Zaks having almost 100 tribes.

The Mongols once again returned to the past state of emphasizing tribes and ignoring nationalities, and gradually lost their national character. There are often wars between tribes. Among these tribes, Vauzasak is a nomadic tribe in the true sense of the word, and most of them live on water and grass without fixed land. Nezazak is more fixed, and most of them live in the Korqin and Chahar areas.

With the rise of the Liaodong Jurchens, the life of the Mongols became more and more difficult. Their tribe lives in the Liaohe Loop, and in the south is the territory of the powerful Jurchen tribe, and the life they used to live by beating grass valleys is gone. In the past few years, Bagan has begun to live a hungry life again.

This time, he went out with the tribe's Nayan, and he didn't have to wait for a few full meals. was beaten by the powerful tribe, and in the face of a landslide-like firearm, Bagan was scared stupid at that time. He watched the face of the tribe, and even the people and horses were blown to pieces. He didn't hesitate, he dismounted and knelt on the ground.

If you continue to fight, you can only die, and surrender may still have a way to live. The other party should be Han Chinese, and it should not be so extravagant. If they follow the custom of the steppe peoples, they will slaughter the men who are taller than the wheels. Then even if he is unlucky.

Unexpectedly, these Han people were extremely cruel, and they simply killed people when they saw them. Just when Bagan thought that his rotten life could not be saved, his good luck came again, and these Han people killed him here, and they stopped for some reason. But those Jurchens were not as lucky as him, and even if they surrendered, they were still attacked by those fierce Han Chinese. Pick him to death with a straight knife tied to a firecracker.

He and hundreds of Mongol captives were taken to a barred place and locked up, starved for three days. It wasn't until they were dizzy from hunger that they had no strength, that they were divided into a piece of coarse dough that was almost moldy.

Fortunately, such days only passed for a few days. Bagen and more than 100 Mongols were taken to a temporary horse farm to help the Han people wait for the war horses. This temporary horse farm has more than 10,000 war horses, all of which are gathered on the edge of the Hunhe River and surrounded by iron fences.

Bagen lived in a makeshift shack, waking up early and working late every day, tired and alive. The Han Chinese who were in charge of guarding them were fierce. People who are in the same tribe as Bagan usually like to be lazy in the tribe. But here, on the first day, he was hanged alive by those Han people.

The Mongol captive was hung on the edge of the hut where they lived, and hung for dozens of days, until they were all dried up, but they were still not put down. Every day when Bagen came out of the hut, he could see the dried corpse floating there, and he and the other Mongol captives were so frightened that they were about to pee.

There were also more than a dozen Mongol captives who wanted to take advantage of the Han people's inattention, each riding a horse and escaping back to the steppe. But on the spot, he was killed by several Han people who took out firearms and killed most of them. The few who escaped were sent back by an iron bird just after noon.

Several Mongol captives, who could no longer die, were tied together with a rope and thrown from high in the air by the Iron Bird, and fell heavily in front of them. From then on, there were more than a dozen more corpses on the edge of the shack that terrified Bagan and a group of Mongol captives, and they never dared to escape again.

The Mongolian Tatars are a nomadic tribe that lives on water and grass, so they often fight endlessly for the fertile water and grass resources, and carry out bloody killings, and this hatred is inherited from generation to generation like property, casting a blood feud. not only robbed water and grass, but also robbed women and children. Therefore, everyone in the Mongolian tribes, including women and children, has been trained in riding and archery since childhood, and all of them are alert and strong.

The Mongolian Tatars, who have been passed down from generation to generation in such an environment, only worship the strong in their bones. They have no mercy in the face of the weak, only plundering and killing, but they are defeated by the strong, women and children are snatched away or even killed, but they are all resigned to their fate, only complaining that they are not as strong as the other party.

The mounted archery that they were proud of was like a joke in front of this powerful tribe. The rain of bullets not only killed their lives, but also shattered their self-confidence. So in the days that followed, the Mongol Tatars resigned themselves to their fate.

Although those Han people are extremely cruel, they are still fair, as long as you work hard, they will not be difficult for you. Bagen is stupid, he won't be lazy at all, he only knows how to bow his head and play with his life every day, so he has the least whip on him.

As the Mongolian Tatars became more obedient, the treatment also became better. What they didn't expect the most was that they could now manage two full meals every day. You can eat the thick noodles as you like, and you can also get a bowl of light and watery vegetable soup.

A group of Mongolian Tatars who were struggling with the tribe burst into tears one by one when they looked at the coarse grain cakes bubbling in the big wooden barrels. If you can live such a day every day, it will be worth working hard for a lifetime.

Wang Bo led his men with more than 1,000 Mongolian Tartars and walked outside the temporary horse farm. He shouted at the ruffians in the horse farm, "Is there any living in there?" Say yes quickly......"

After a while, several soldiers ran out of the tent on the edge of the racecourse, and the non-commissioned officer led by him smiled and said, "Lao Wang, I haven't seen you for a few days." What does this mean? ”

Wang Bo scolded with a smile: "Paralyzed, you enjoy happiness here every day." Lao Tzu went to the Hetao with the large army, and this coming and going almost didn't toss me to death. Didn't you dig out a few tribes, and there were more than a thousand people left, and they were all sent to you. ”

"Big brother, don't scare me. There are only a dozen of us here, and you have sent so many at one time, how can we see it. There are more than 100 tartars every day, and we are all as tired as calves, and you are all more than 1,000 people, isn't this nonsense? ”

"Lao Tzu is not leaving, I am here to help you guard these tartars."

The non-commissioned officer said with a bitter face: "Lao Wang, this is more than a thousand people, dozens of us, how can we see it." Brother, don't hurt me, if you run a few times, our buddies will have to be punished. ”

Wang Bo glared and scolded: "You are so stupid! Don't you have more than a hundred tartars, and give each of them a whip, and you don't have to work every day to oversee the work. Leave these tartars, don't let them be fed, and a few more days will pass. These tartars will be sent away by boat in a few days. ”

When the ruffian non-commissioned officer heard this, he was immediately happy, and he also thought that this doctrine was good.

"Lao Wang, you still have a lot of ideas, so you just did it. These Tartars in the horse farm are very well-behaved now, let them hold whips, and they will be more effective than us. By the way, why don't there be so many Tartars, I've been fucking here for more than a month, and I'm so suffocated that I want to find a Tartar's ass to put out the fire. ”

Wang Bo scolded: "You are a thing, you can die in a few days." The girls of the Tartars have been sent to Shenyang, and the big-faced plates and big-body plates are rare to look at, hehe...... Don't worry, wait a few days to get these Tartars on the ship, we should have a holiday, and I'll take you to Tanegashima for a few days. ”

With a whip in his hand, Bagan patrolled around a group of Mongolian Tatars, with a very serious expression on his face. As long as you see anyone who is lazy, it is a whip to go up. Ever since he became an overseer and had the power to pump people, Bagan has become a complete dog.

It's the first time to manage people when he grows so big, and when he smoked a man a few days ago, he was resisted, and as a result, the man who was even thicker than him was smashed in the head by several Han masters with firearms.

After this time, the people in his charge no longer dared to resist, and Bagan began to intensify his efforts to find fault with people. In the past few days, he has vented the depression that was suppressed in his heart. Whenever he walked through the crowd with his hands behind his back, Bagan was very refreshed, and at this moment he felt like the face of the tribe. (To be continued......)

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