Another voice came from over there, and a sharp voice asked, "What is the background of Gangmai?"

The latter voice said, "You don't know yet, his feet, his feet..."

The previous voice asked, "What's wrong with his feet?"

The latter voice said: "His feet were broken by someone, so he became a lame man. He couldn't stay on the original territory and came to us. What's the point of being a foreigner? "

Suddenly hearing this sentence, I grabbed the swallow's palm tightly, and the swallow also grabbed me tightly. My heart was beating wildly, gritting my teeth, for fear that I would shout it out.

The previous voice asked: "How was that boy yesterday?"

The latter voice said: "I broke his arms and legs and feet and kept them in Wang Laowu's family. After a year and a half, the bones were fixed and they could go out to beg. This doll is white and fat, and it looks like a rich man's baby. He is quite smart. He said that as long as she is put back, his father will pay a lot of money."

There was a voice that never spoke, asking, "Then why did you break his hands and feet?"

The latter voice said, "He met me and I wanted to let him go back, which left a disaster."

I was so scared that this boy was even more miserable than me. This group of people must be the evil beggars who were cut by Caisheng. This type of evil beggars is extremely vicious and do everything.

The moon has already set its sight westward, and it is exposed from the clouds, slantingly illuminatingly on the Aobao. The voices on the Aobao suddenly stopped, our whereabouts were exposed, and I can see the shadows they lay on the ground, and they can also see the long shadows we lay on the ground.

The shadow over there was slowly moving. I used the wooden stick beside him, pushed the swallow and said, "Run quickly."

Swallows are in front and I am behind, and we run to the grassland. I remember the black and white beggars said that these people who pick and cut are all destiny who are inhumane. How can people who can attack young children have a little humanity?

I felt that we were running very fast, and the wind was whistling in our ears, and I thought we had escaped from their pursuit. But when we looked back, we saw them chasing them on horseback, and they looked extremely tall, like the legendary devil.

On the grassland under the moonlight, they are like eagles, and we are like rabbits. Rabbits pursued by eagles can only hide, but we want to hide, but we can't find a place to hide.

They gradually approached, and the sound of horse hooves was like a heavy hammer, hammering against my chest. I stopped, raised the wooden stick, and tried to intercept the horse running in front.

When the horse was more than ten meters away from me, the horse suddenly threw out the rope cover. Under the moonlight, I saw a slender black shadow suddenly covering it, like a slender snake. Before I could react, the rope was already stuck on my body. Then, the horse ran into the slant. I ran a few steps tightly, and then fell to the ground. I was like a kite, and I couldn't help it. The grass and stones on the ground rubbed against my chest, legs and feet, and it was so painful.

I think, it's over, I'm going to die. What should I do if I die?

The thought in my mind flashed, and my body suddenly stopped. The man riding a horse exclaimed and fell from the horse. I knew that it was swallow's dart that shot him.

I got up from the ground, holding a wooden stick in my hand, and saw the swallow standing in the endless wilderness under the moonlight. The wind blew her long hair, floating slowly, and she was as beautiful as a silhouette. Four horses rushed towards the swallow, and I ran towards the swallow.

The four horses scattered, like a fan. The swallow raised his hand and flew out again. But this time, they learned to be smart. When they saw the swallow raise his arms, they quickly lie on the horse's back. The horse made a long neigh, and the man stood up and stopped chasing.

Swallow's dart did not hit the horse, but hit a horse. The pain-in-law horse jumped around and then fell to the ground with a loud bang.

While they stopped chasing, I ran to Yanzi and pulled her to continue running forward.

Three riders jumped off the horse's back, and the man who fell to the ground whistled and helped to take his feet off the stirrup. Taking advantage of this opportunity, we had already run far away.

In front, there is a circle of low walls and a fence gate is installed. It is an abandoned sheep pen. The short wall is not high, only about two meters, and it is used to prevent wolves. Every household on the grassland has a flock of sheep. In order to facilitate stocking, they drove the sheep into the pen at dusk, closed the fence gate, and rode home on horseback.

A two-meter-high low wall does not constitute any obstacle for us. We stepped on the wall, leaned over, and then jumped into the sheep pen.

The sheep pen became the only shelter on the vast grassland.

The horse riders chased after them, three horses and four people, their hands shining brightly, which was a knife. The group of picks and cuts were beggars during the day and robbers at night.

I thought the low walls and fence gates would block them, but I didn't expect that the horse rushing in front would step on the front hoof on the door, and the fence gate collapsed. The fence gate was useless in front of the ferocious horse hoof.

Taking advantage of the moment when the horse's hooves fell to the ground, I swung the wooden stick and smashed it hard at the front hooves of the horse. With a crisp sound, the horse's leg bones broke and the horse fell to the ground. The horse's riding skills were very high. He jumped aside lightly and retreated.

The fallen horse blocked the fence gate, and the horse behind it could not come in, so they jumped off the horse.

When the flock of sheep saw someone breaking in, the fence opened, and they first looked at it in a daze, then bleated and squeezed into a ball. Among all animals, sheep are the most timid and weak. Almost all animals, including pigs, will fight to the death when facing the critical moment of life and death. Only sheep dodges, but dodges. Therefore, when people say who is weak can be bullied, they always say that they are the lamb to be slaughtered.

The first beggar used a mascot to trap me, the second beggar avoided the dart, and the third beggar jumped off the horse. It seems that these Caisheng cuts and cuts are all hard and have practiced kung fu. The Beggar's Gang's Kung fu is not bad. The black and white beggar said that the Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang's Amo Cang

Since we are the trainees in the Beggars' Sect, the two-meter-high short wall does not pose a threat to them at all. We have no chance of winning, both of us and four of us.

The sky gradually became brighter, and the clouds in the sky floated out of the dark sea like veils, but the stars sank. The moon has not yet set, it hangs in the distant western sky like a lantern in the twilight years, shaking.

The sheep pen is not big, with hundreds of sheep inside. After a brief panic, the sheep flocks into the sheep house. The sheep house is a simple house covered with sticks of varying thickness. The roof is covered with dust and grass shoots over the years, and the color has turned black. The sheep house can provide a place for sheep when blizzards and sandstorms come.

The corners of the sheep pen are filled with black bean-like sheep manure. Because the climate is dry, the sheep manure is as hard as stones. I don’t know how many years sheep manure has accumulated in the corners of the wall, making the top of the manure pile almost level with the wall.

Swallow had no darts in her hand. She pointed to the dung pile and shouted to me: "Go up." Then, she ran to the circle door herself.

As soon as I climbed onto the dung pile, I saw a man climbing up the wall with great difficulty, and he had not yet gotten up to stand up. I swung a stick to hit him in the head. He shouted in panic and jumped out of the wall.

More than ten meters away, there was another man who wanted to climb into the wall and enter. I grabbed a handful of sheep dung and smashed it over. The hard sheep dung hit him, making a thump. He hugged his head with his hand and fled to the distance.

I am temporarily safe, but the swallows are in danger. The two of them were riding on the ladder and trying to climb up the low wall. They did not walk through the circle door because of the narrow circle door. A horse with broken legs fell down. The horse's huge body blocked the circle door, and the collapsed fence door was full of mess. It was difficult to enter from here.

The man was short, with his arm resting on the wall and trying to climb upwards. I shouted to the swallow: "Bump with sheep dung, and smash it with sheep dung." However, the swallow looked at the coffee bean-like sheep dung on the ground and did not have the courage to pick it up.

The man's head was exposed from the low wall, and he looked at the swallows in the sheep pen with pride. I wanted to go and help, but I was worried that someone would take the opportunity to climb up here. When I was very anxious, the swallow suddenly picked up the sheep shovel from behind the sheep pen door, and slapped it over with a shovel, and fireworks bloomed on the man's head.

The sheep shovel is a tool of labor that has disappeared now. The sheep shovel consists of three parts: a long whip made of cowhide, a two- or three-meter-long jujube stick, and a semi-circular iron shovel. The jujube wood is extremely flexible and extremely hard, and one end is connected to a long whip and the other end is connected to a shovel. Sheep sheep usually do some side jobs, which is digging medicinal materials. One end of the sheep shovel can drive away the scattered sheep, and the other end can dig medicinal materials. The sheep shovel is a multi-purpose tool.

Because the sheep shovel is very long and it is inconvenient to carry, the sheep herder placed the sheep shovel behind the fence gate.

Four people outside the sheep pen gathered together and whispered. The man who was blocked by the sheep shovel and beaten his scalp to grab a handful of soil and pressed it on the wound, then tore his clothes and wrapped it up. It was indeed a bandit.

The sun rose, like blood stained red. The sun on the grassland looked particularly large, like a huge wheel, rolling out of the horizon.

The four people stopped attacking. They took the long knife in their hands to harvest the weeds on the ground, and then turned the weeds into wheat bundles, and lit them. The wheat bundles were filled with smoke and burning. The two of them carried the wheat bundles, one, two, and three, and threw them over the low wall. They threw several wheat bundles in a row, and the smoke immediately rolled in the sheep pen.

Swallow stood at the door of the sheep pen, flooded by the rolling smoke. I heard her violent panting. I shouted to the smoke: "Climb up quickly." Swallow covered his mouth and nose with his palms and rushed out of the smoke.

Four people formed two groups and started climbing the wall again. They quickly climbed up the wall, pulling the ones on the wall under the corner, and then rolled down the wall together.

The rolling smoke also poured into the sheep house. More than a hundred sheep bleated together. They rushed out of the sheep house and ran around in the sheep pen. The four people were rushed to the ground by the flock of sheep. They looked at the sheep with a long knife in anger. The sheep's blood stained on the wool, wrapped in red makeup, which was particularly miserable.

We stood on the sheep dung pile and saw four people crawling into the sheep pen with smoke, wanting to climb over the wall, but we were worried that they would ride horses to catch up. Later, we saw the thick smoke in the sheep pen gradually dissipating, and we ran to the sheep pen.

There is only one door in the sheep house. As long as they guard this door, they will not want to come in.

I let the swallows hide in the sheep house, and I guard the door.

After I arrived at the sheep house, I realized that this was wrong. I guarded the portal passage and it was difficult for them to come in, but we could not go out. Now, we are in a desperate situation and have no room for maneuver. However, there was no way except to escape into the sheep house.

There is no door or window in the sheep house. Only a hole like a door is left to facilitate the entry and exit of the sheep. The hole is less than half a meter wide and can only accommodate two sheep walking side by side. Although they are large in number, they can only walk in one by one.

A tall man came over, holding a long knife in his hand, I dodged behind the door and raised the wooden stick. As soon as the man stepped in, my wooden stick fell down, and the man quickly retreated.

The man changed his tactics and swung the blade inward. I wanted to smash it down with a wooden stick, which would only hit his blade. The man really looked like a trainer, and a knife was waving in his hand so tightly that it was airtight.

The wooden stick was more than one meter long, and the blade was less than one meter. I used the wooden stick as a spear and poked it at him. He had to use the blade to open the wooden stick. The two of us fought through the sheep house. He was outside the door and I was in the door.

Suddenly, a man hid in the corner of the sheep house outside the door. When my wooden stick was stretched out and reached the end, he suddenly rushed up and held the wooden stick in my hand. The wooden stick could no longer move, and the big man outside the door raised the blade.

When the swallow saw all this in the sheep house, she shouted: "Cuchu." I subconsciously squatted down. The swallow held a long sheep shovel and shoveled towards the big man's head. As mentioned above, there was a slender jujube wood pole in the middle of the sheep shovel. The jujube wood was extremely tough. After being held, it swayed. The sheep shovel was above my head and shoveled towards the big man. The big man saw the bright shovel blade running straight towards him. He had only had time to scream and his ears were cut off. The shovel was originally running towards his head, but he didn't expect it to sway.

Jucu is the Guanzhong dialect, which means squatting. I was born in Guanzhong since I was a child, but the big man who lived in the northern grasslands could not understand it. Guanzhong dialect has its own system and is the Mandarin of the Han and Tang Dynasties. There are many things that others cannot understand in Guanzhong dialect, such as squatting down, calling Jucu, calling the ground, calling the ground, calling the father big, calling the baby a shard, calling the **** to be dirty, and calling it a silly... I have spoken many Guanzhong dialects to swallows.

The man holding my wooden stick saw that the big man's ear was shoveled off, so he quickly let go of the wooden stick. He was afraid that his arms would be stopped and shoveled off.

The big man whose ears were shoveled off took a few steps back and touched the place of his ear with his hands. He didn't touch his ears, but he found a blood in his hand. He screamed sadly: "Where are my ears?" and sat on the ground.

I used a wooden stick to lift the ears that fell on the ground, threw them to him, and said, "Give it to your ears."

The big man picked up his ears and tried to stick them to the place where he had long ears, but he couldn't stick them. As soon as he let go, his ears fell off. The big man looked at the ears in his hand and almost cried. He shouted with grief: "Where is my ears? Why did this turn out to be like this?"

A metal voice shouted, "Why are you crying? Damn it, go to die."

The big man hurried in the corner like a dog that was kicked. The metal voice stood outside the door of the sheep house and shouted: "Brothers inside, we have no grudges in the past, no grudges in the past, no acquaintances in the past, no one knows each other until they fight, come out to make friends."

I looked back at Yanzi, who shook his head. Of course I wouldn't go out. I knew this was a trap. We injured several of the other party. If we went out rashly, they would definitely take revenge.

Seeing that the metal sound did not respond, he drove the flock into the sheep house with a few other people. They wanted the flock to rush into our place and then took the opportunity to rush in. The flock rushed into the sheep house door with loud shouts. The swallows waved the sheep whip. After a few snaps, the flock quickly withdrew from the sheep house. The long-term grazing life has already made the flock have a natural fear of the sound of the whip. What the flock is most afraid of is the crisp sound of the whip.

The sun was rising higher and higher, and the sheep house became brighter and brighter. Looking out from the sheep house door, I saw the flock of sheeps squeezed against the corners of the sheep pen, with a sorrow expression in my eyes. Several sheep with broken necks were lying on the ground, with blood flowing around my neck. An eagle stood on the wall, looking at the sheep corpse in the sheep pen, eager to try, and the sunlight dyed its hook-shaped yellow mouth red.

The sheep house door faces west, we can see them inside, and they can't see us outside.

Several people outside the door gathered head-to-head together and whispered, and then, the big man without ears and the small man with a shovel on his forehead walked out of the sheep pen door. Now, there are only two people left in the sheep pen, two of them, two of us, two of us, two of us, two of us, two of us, two of us, and two of us, we should have a chance of winning.

I said to Yanzi, "Roll out and solve these two in the sheep pen first. When the two injured people come back, it will be easy to solve them."

Swallow said: "Okay."

Just as I was carrying a wooden stick and about to rush out, I suddenly saw the two people outside the door coming in, holding saddles in their hands, two with small men and one with big men.

Metal voice held two saddles in hand, one in one, walking towards the sheep house, followed by a small man; the small man held the saddle in his left hand and a long knife in his right hand. The big man and the other man, one with a long knife.

The metal sound walked to the door of the sheep house. I swung the stick and smashed it over, and he blocked it with the saddle. I stabbed him in the chest with the stick again, and he blocked it with the saddle. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the small man behind came in from the metal sound, lowered his body, and stabbed it with a knife. I couldn't stop it, and the pain in my thigh was almost falling.

Swallow squatted down, handed over the sheep shovel, and shoveled it on the small man's calves. The small man retracted, but the metal sound rushed in. He waved his saddle and smashed it at the sheep shovel in the swallow's hand. With a bang, the sheep shovel was shoveled off to the ground.

The situation was extremely dangerous. I rely on a wooden stick and could not stop these long knives no matter what. I didn't think much about it at the time, so I rushed over and overwhelmed the metal sound at the door of the sheep house, blocking their steps into the sheep house. As long as they couldn't walk into the sheep house, the swallows were safe.

The metal sound was half a head taller than me. When I threw him down, my mouth was facing his shoulder. I opened my mouth and bite the meat. There was a fishy smell in my mouth. I heard the metal sound wailing under me, and the sound was not metal at all.

Then, I felt a burst of pain on my back, and the other three people swung their long swords and slashed them on my back one after another. I also heard the sound of metal collision, which was the swallow picking up the sheep-blocking shovel and fighting the long swords.

I couldn't feel the pain, I just felt like I was hot and hot all over. My consciousness was still very clear. I heard the barking of dogs outside the sheep house, and the sound was messy, as if it was not a dog.

The few people let me go and fought with the dog in the sheep pen. The swallow picked me up and rested my head on her legs. I saw her tears falling on my face one by one. She cried and said, "You can't die. What if you die, what should I do if I am left?"

I tried to squeeze a smile to the swallow.

Swallow burst into tears, and she said, "I used to treat you badly and always looked down on you. It's all my fault. You must not die. I only realized today that I can't live without you."

I only heard Yan Zi say this today, and I realized that my position in Yan Zi’s heart is very important. I feel very satisfied. Looking at the clouds in the sky, I feel like a cloud floating in the air, free and carefree.

When I woke up, I was already in a yurt. I saw the swallow sitting aside with tears on his face. I thought of getting up, and the swallow pressed me down.
To be continued...