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The snow on the grassland has frozen, and the water in early spring is much warmer than the snow. Spring water nourishes the land, flowers bloom and grass grow. In the tent of the Ordos Department in the Hetao, the movement gradually began to grow.

Jinong Echen of Ordos went to Guihua City, and in the tribe, the voice of Jin Ge gradually sounded.

The men of the tribe began to ride horses, shoot arrows, and train new weapons. The women also prepared dried meat and horse cheese, and prepared dry food for the men of the family after the arrival of the war.

The atmosphere has begun to show the red of slaughter, and Bai Dou, located in a small town outside the Ordos Ministry, also feels that this day is getting worse and worse.

"The nest heads that were sent down by the battalion were robbed again, and they were robbed again...... I'm useless, I'm useless...... Sanniang, today, I have no food. Bai Bean watched as a woman dragged her thin body in, crying and hammering her face to the ground.

Bai Dou, this officer who once followed the army, left everyone with the impression that he was a fat man who couldn't lose weight. Even if it is a cold winter wax moon, even if it is in your life-and-death escape, white beans are all white and fat.

But now, in the land of the Mongols, in the siege of the Ordos tribe that can't even be named, after a year of cold wind and frost months, the white beans have lost weight and are as thin as firewood.

Not only that, but there was hardly a single person in the entire camp who was able to maintain an obese body.

Naturally, including the old woman in front of her.

Although she is called an old woman, in fact, this Mo Sanniang is only in her thirties. But at this age, in such a ghost place, her face is already wrinkled, like an old woman.

Mo Sanniang looked at the sweat that was constantly flowing on Bai Dou's forehead, lowered her head, sighed lightly, and left.

Bai Dou looked at the sky in a daze, touched his stomach, and thought about how to spend this long night. It's not that he has insomnia, but the hunger in his stomach that is empty seems to burn the whole feed, devouring all his emotions, occupying the entire brain, making him unable to sleep and unable to sleep peacefully.

Hungry nights are always hard to sleep.

But there is no tomorrow to look forward to, and people don't want to sleep at all.

Of course, reason still tells Baidou that he needs to rest. It takes a full spirit and body to meet the new round of destruction tomorrow......

It was slavery from the Mongols.

In this small castle, it was the military base of the Mongols. And these people are the Shun soldiers and their families who were sold by the Shun army to the traitorous profiteers Wang Dayu and Jin Liangyu, plus some Shanxi people.

These Shun soldiers were originally only responsible for logistics maintenance and production of ordnance, so there were many family members around them, many of whom had first-hand skills and were rare technical talents. As for the people of Shanxi who were driven to the grassland, they were craftsmen carefully selected by the Shun army before.

And these original Chinese compatriots were deceived to the grassland by the Shun army and traitorous profiteers at this moment, and finally became prisoners of the Ordos Department.

The Han Chinese of the Mongolian tribes were not uncommon for the border people. The year is poor, and every year there are Han people who run to the Mongolian tribe to try to find a way to survive.

But tens of thousands of people were sold into slavery for the Mongols, but they were never heard of.

Day and night, they smelted iron and crafted weapons in exchange for a small amount of food to survive. And it was such rations, sometimes plundered by some vicious Mongols. It is like going back to the Yuan Dynasty, when killing a Han only required a sheep. As for killing a Mongol...... What, what do you take to kill the Mongols? You can't even have a kitchen knife!

The same is true for these slaves, who work every day and are guarded by countless men, who are scolded lightly, and who are beaten to death every day. It was also winter, and it seemed that there were too many dead people in this icy and snowy place, and too few newcomers came, so that these slaves were relieved, and the beatings were finally less, and there were not many days of cold weather suitable for work in winter, and finally there were a few better days.

"It seems that the month before was the Chinese New Year. This year, there are not even dumplings. This group of Mongol Tartars...... Ah ......" Bai Dou suddenly sneezed: "There is no one to accompany you, it's really ...... What a ......."

"Who said there was no one to accompany you?" Suddenly, a man came in from outside.

The man was tightly wrapped, and only a pair of eyes were exposed in a leather robe, and he said in an urn voice, which sounded a little strange, but the emphasis was very familiar.

"Lu Ji? You're alive? Bai Dou looked pleasantly surprised.

"Could it be that you still want me to die?" Lu Ji said in a low voice, glanced at the thin white beans, and suddenly threw out an oily paper bag from his leather robe, and said in a low voice: "It's still hot, let's eat it first." ”

Bai Dou sniffed the smell in the air and said in surprise: "It's a roast leg of lamb!" ”

As he spoke, Bai Dou opened the oil paper package and devoured it in an instant. Lu Ji shouted a few times in a row to make the white bean lighter, and the white bean eased down and ate it a little conditioned again.

Seeing that a roast leg of lamb coupon as thick as a person's arm was eaten by white beans, Lu Ji shook his head and threw out a small medicine bottle: "You eat greasy things so violently, how can your stomach stand it?" You use this stomach pill. In the past few days, I have seen many old brothers like this. ”

"So, you went and found the other brothers?" Bai Dou whispered, glancing left and right to make sure that no one was eavesdropping, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He lives alone in this yurt. The reason is simple. In this winter, there are too many people who can't stand it.

"Of the dozen or so old brothers I recognize, only three are still alive...... Count you. Lu Ji sighed heavily.

Seeing this, Bai Dou put down the sheep bones that he had planned to gnaw on again: "It's all dead...... That's right, this damn place, dead and energetic, white, clean. ”

"But you just think, really die here? How did we get here like two-legged sheep? Lu Ji's eyes widened and he exhaled.

"Yes! Why don't you want to, I **** night and night can't wait for this turtle grandson. But I ...... I can't even support myself......" Suddenly, Bai Dou remembered the thin Mo Sanniang who had just come. Once, what a charm Mo Sanniang in the camp was...... Just, now......

"Rest assured...... Our good days are coming. Mongol...... It's going to be a disaster. Soon, this place will be in full swing to build troops and armor! Lu Ji said in a deep voice.

Bai Dou's eyes lit up: "You're going to war?" ”

"yes...... The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty have been killed on the grassland......" Lu Ji's gaze suddenly became extremely complicated.

That's right, it was the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who wanted to go north to regain the lost territory and regain the Hetao. Not their Dashun's soldiers...... Da Shun has long since died.

Bai Dou didn't care about these at all, he just clenched his fists tightly: "Then **** Niang's vote!" Get out! (To be continued.) )