Borgu lay on the ground covered in blood, and beside him lay more than a dozen young men in the same costume, who had been struck by several arrows or stabbed by knives and spears, and had long since died. Only Borgu still breathed a sigh of relief, looking at his home in front of him with red eyes.

At this moment, his small tribe has long since turned into a living hell. The tents had been burned by the fire, and the old men and children of their tribe had been gathered together, and then a brutal massacre, and a head had rolled up to him with a grunt, eyes full of fear and despair fixed on Borgu's face.

Borgu naturally recognized this face, this is a very kind old man in the clan, I heard that he was also an extremely famous warrior in the tribe back then, he had fought with the Ming army, killed dozens of Ming people, for which he was also received by Altan Khan, and was the pride of their whole clan.

But now, the warriors of this clan have been killed like dogs and sheep, and they don't even have the ability to resist. Because he was so old, in his seventies, he couldn't even lift a sword, let alone fight the Han people in front of him who were still committing atrocities.

At present, these Han people were gathering all the cattle, sheep and horses of their tribe, and then they killed all the other animals except for the horses, and even the seed and young lambs did not escape this fate.

But at this time, Borgu didn't have the heart to care about these at all, his bloodshot eyes were staring at the big tent in front of him. Because just now, several Han people smirked and dragged all the young women of the tribe in, including Borgu's fiancée.

A moment later, there was a burst of screams that made people's scalps tingle, the kind of desperate screams that seemed to have fallen into the hands of a fierce beast, but could not even resist and escape, it was too unbearable. Borgu, on the other hand, could even hear his fiancée's voice, which made his body tremble even more, the wounds on his body cracked open again, and large strands of blood continued to flow out.

More than half an hour later, the people inside walked out, and then a new group of Ming people laughed and got into the tent, and then there was a more miserable, even more terrifying scream.

After two hours, the tent ushered in five batches of Ming troops, and in the end, no screams could be heard from inside.

Although he couldn't see what was happening inside, Borgu knew what was going on, and he wanted nothing more than to pounce and kill these beastly enemies, but unfortunately he couldn't even move.

Just a few months ago, at the behest of the Great Khan of Mutu, their tribe sent hundreds of people to attack the Ming Kingdom. As a result, not only did not get any benefits, but instead damaged many young and strong people in the clan.

Nevertheless, they did not complain, after all, there is no such thing as victory in war. They didn't think there was anything wrong with this, for many years, the various tribes on the grassland had developed themselves by constantly invading the Central Plains and plundering the wealth and population of the Han people. In their eyes, there was no essential difference between the Han people and the cattle, sheep and horses they raised.

But this time, Borgu and his people finally realized how wrong they had been. The Ming Kingdom is not a cow or a sheep, but a group of real, terrible beasts, and now these beasts have finally shown their fangs and claws, and the crazy revenge has finally befallen the heads of the various tribes of the grassland.

Since the first month of the twelfth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, a catastrophe that was enough to make all the tribes of the grassland tremble has befallen them. Unlike the previous white and black disasters, this is a completely man-made disaster.

On the originally peaceful grassland, suddenly a group of elusive people appeared, and they were like locusts in transit, washing all the grassland tribes they passed through in blood.

The men of the tribes wanted to resist, but they were no match for these elite warriors armed with strong bows and crossbows and superior swords. Often, it is just a battle, and the forces on which these tribes rely to protect themselves are wiped out.

These guys then carried out indiscriminate slaughter of the entire tribe. Whether it's an old man or a child, they kill them all. As for the women, they left some of the good-looking ones to feast on, and then executed them all together.

And the wealth of the tribes, whether it be livestock or tents, they will leave a part for their own use and destroy it completely. Finally, a fire would be planted around the pastures of these tribes, and everything would be burned to white ground and black ash.

Because of the influence of grassland customs and environment, there is a considerable distance between the various departments. When the nearby tribes learned of this and hurried over, all they saw was a hellish scene on earth.

And that's not even the scariest of all. What's even more terrifying is that those cunning Han people will also set up an ambush in the middle of the road, and once a warrior from a nearby tribe arrives to rescue, they will fall into their trap and eventually become another group of victims.

And as soon as these people die, their tribe's own defense will be greatly reduced, so that when the Han people kill these tribes, they will not even be able to do decent resistance.

When the matter dispersed with the wind on the grassland, the various tribes of the grassland no longer dared to care about the idle affairs of other tribes, and would only stick to their own doors. But in this way, it did not alleviate the immediate disaster, but made these Han people more and more arrogant, constantly attacking the large and small tribes scattered everywhere, erasing them from the grassland one by one.

In the beginning, they only raided those Mongol tribes near the border of the Ming Dynasty. But as time passed, these people have penetrated deep into the hinterland of the grassland, and even the tribe in the middle of the grassland where Borgu is located has become the ghost of one of the Ming armies.

A medium-sized tribe of thousands of people was slaughtered by them in this way. In addition to blood and fire on the ground, corpses were scattered everywhere.

But all this is nothing in the eyes of those Han soldiers who are obsessed with animal desires. In the past few months, they have swept through the grasslands, killing thousands of Mongolians, which they could never even dream of in the past.

It turns out that these fierce Mongolian people are nothing remarkable, and they still have a time to be killed. When their young men were killed, it was difficult for the remaining women, children, and old people to even organize a resistance, and it only took a burst of swords and guns to kill all these guys, so as to vent the hatred they had for many years.

At first, these people were actually a little worried, for fear that they would lose their lives on the grassland. But after these months of killing and looting, they have already tasted enough of the sweetness, and feel that this kind of life is the most comfortable and comfortable. And what's even better is that they don't have the slightest psychological burden at all to kill these guys, because these guys are the present, past or future enemies of the Ming Dynasty, and killing them is doing things for the court and avenging the soldiers and civilians who were killed by the Tartars of the Ming Dynasty.

When the crowd triumphantly emerged from the tent, a torch was lit and thrown on top of the largest tent. In the blink of an eye, the last tent of the tribe had turned into a raging flame.

At the same time, those who were not too interested in women had looted the tribe of supplies and wealth that they could take with them. After a little preparation, the group happily turned on their horses, and behind them were the horses that had just been plundered from the tribe, and the meat of the oxen, sheep, and horses they carried, as well as all kinds of gold and silver utensils, arrows, bows, and even swords.

"This tribe looks quite rich, and we have made a small fortune this time." Someone smirked behind him and laughed.

"What is this thing, if we can knock down the biggest beggar department, then it will be the real fortune."

"If we had the ability, we wouldn't have to be careful to find a target. But seriously, now that we have gone deep into the hinterland of the grassland, those Tartars have already taken precautions, and the next few days may not be so happy. ”

"Afraid of what? Before, it was the Tartars who called the shots, and they had the final say. But now it's different, everything is up to us, they don't know where we are, and they don't dare to send people to us, as long as we follow Lord Yang's wishes and keep hitting them, we will definitely be able to turn these Tartars upside down, and they can't sleep well! ”

"Well said, it's time for them to taste our Ming's iron-blooded methods!"

Everyone was talking with a flutter of eyebrows, not paying any attention to Borgu, who was still breathless on the ground. He wanted to do his best to kill an enemy to avenge his family and fiancée, but unfortunately he was seriously injured and his body was bleeding too much, but he couldn't even move at all.

And in the midst of his torment, a huge horse's hoof suddenly appeared before his eyes, and then the nailed hooves of the horse stomped heavily on Borgu's face, trampling his entire head into the soft mud.

The blood mixed with the brains spread in an instant, and Borgu died silently with resentment and fear, and even the Ming people themselves did not know that they had killed one person in the end.

In a short time, the entire tribe was on fire on all sides, and the tribe was completely engulfed in an instant. When someone arrived a few days later, all they saw was ruins and corpses all they could see.

And this is just one of the scenes that often happens on the grassland after entering the new year.

In just three months, no less than 30 large and small tribes were completely annihilated, and tens of thousands of herdsmen died in this catastrophe.

Suddenly, everyone in the grassland was in danger, but none of them dared to say that they wanted revenge. Because they know very well that they can't even find the whereabouts of these guys, and sending people out is more just sending them to death.

At this moment, Mutu finally knew what a terrible situation they would face......