Facing a group of ferocious cavalrymen, Gesang, who was curled up on the ground, hugged his last lamb tightly. No matter how the strong man in front of him punched and kicked her, she still gritted her teeth and refused to let go.

Even if there is salty blood flowing out of your mouth, even if you do so, it is destined to be futile.

Spring has just passed, and the cattle and sheep who have finally survived the cold winter are now a critical period for their growth. Grazing is the happiest time for the herders to have the happiest time. As long as the cattle and sheep eat enough and grow strong enough, they will not starve to death in winter.

This year is a good time, with wild grasses lush on the grasslands. This is the happiest time for herders. The thirteen-year-old Gesang heard the old man in the tribe that this is the most lush time for aquatic plants in the past decade. If they grazed this year, the tribe would be able to feed more people next year and the tribe would grow a lot.

Unfortunately, in such a good time, there was a war on the grassland, which affected everyone.

Military disasters are not natural disasters, but they are often more terrifying than natural disasters.

The Khitan army had been attacking the Tang Dynasty for several months. They had eaten a lot of cattle and sheep they carried earlier, but they were still unable to attack the Great Wall on a large scale and obtain food supplies from Han cities and villages. Under such circumstances, the army had to separate many soldiers and raise military rations on the grassland.

Wherever the army raises food and grass during wartime, the same way.

Grab is the main content.

The tribe where Gesang is located is not big, and there are only more than 100 people in the elderly, weak, women and children. Because of this, their tribe is not qualified to participate in this war, so it is normal for them to be stolen now.

How can a tribe without cattle and sheep survive? This question is obviously not considered by the army, and the army must first ensure its survival.

When Gesang opened his eyes in a daze, there was no flock of her own sheep in front of him. Dozens of sheep were left behind, and cattle and sheep from other tribes everywhere were gone. Those who resisted were now corpses, lying on the lonely grass, and the blood flowing into the grass had begun to solidify.

Such a crazy way to grab food is rare on the grassland.

Gesang felt that his head was so painful that it was about to crack. She now suspected that there were several cracks on her head. She touched her trembling hands carefully for a long time and could not find the terrifying crack. She breathed a sigh of relief. However, her whole head was sticky, which made her realize that her injuries were very serious and she might be dying.

Today, the journey to herd sheep is quite long. If there is no horse, it will take a long time to walk. Gesang looked up at the sky. It was already setting sun. He should have been sleeping for half a day. Although he was lucky enough to be able to survive, he would definitely die at night if he couldn't return to the tribe.

After dusk, the wolf will definitely come to eat the bodies of the dead tribe.

Gesang worked hard several times before he stood up shakingly. His eyes turned black and he almost made her fall down again. She half walked and climbed up the grass slope, and stopped several times due to weakness. When she looked around, her heart was immediately filled with despair.

There was indeed no living person who came with him.

There is no horse.

Gesang sat down and burst into tears at the sunset that kept sinking. She felt an inconfrontational fear. However, crying was an extremely physically exhausting thing and would affect the wound on her head. Now she could not even continue crying to vent her emotions and self-comfort.

Soon, Gesang lost the desire to cry.

She didn't even dare to move.

The wolf has appeared.

At first it was one, then one after another, and the corpses of the tribe quickly surrounded the wolf and were torn into pieces of minced meat by sharp fangs.

This scene made Gesang unable to help but want to vomit. However, just as this action happened, stars began to appear in front of her. She knew that once she lost her vision this time, she would completely faint and become a wolf's belly.

The old people in the tribe often say that before a person dies, the last scene he saw was the stars in the sky. Gesang couldn't understand it before, but now she has realized it, which makes her whole body tremble.

A thin wolf was driven out of the circle of food and deprived of the right to eat. It whimpered a few times and began to wander around the periphery. Several times it wanted to change places to eat, but was driven away by its companions until it discovered Gesang on the grass slope.

The wild wolf's blood-filled mouth was particularly ferocious, and the exposed fangs were frightening. It squatted down more than ten steps ahead of Gesang, with green eyes staring at her without blinking.

Gesang wanted to scream and run, but she had no strength anymore.

She discovered that the thin wolf was waiting for it to die. Once it fell down, it would pounce on it, bite its flesh and blood, and eat it into its stomach.

Listening to the sounds of the wild wolves around her eating their tribe, Gesang gritted his teeth to suppress his fear. If she hadn't thought that she would be eaten after she died, she would have wanted to kill her head here.

The dusk finally came, and Gesang began to tremble with coldness. Although it was summer now, the temperature was still not high after nightfall. For her now, fear was the biggest reason why she felt chilled all over.

Just as stars began to appear in front of Gesang's eyes and was about to hold on, she heard a shrill scream.

That was the wolf's scream.

And it's right in front of you.

She tried hard to open her eyes and vaguely saw the thin wolf in front of her, which had fallen into three steps in front of her, lost her head and blood flowed all over the floor.

Then Gesang saw a strange and handsome face.

She looked at the warrior covered in armor in confusion, and looked around and found that there were many such soldiers around her. Their outfits were obviously different from those of the grassland people. The cavalry on the grassland would not be covered with all their bodies, and the swords were not like that.

So this should be Tang Jun.

Gesan fainted without thinking too much.

When she woke up again, she was already in the familiar tent of her home, but she didn't see her parents and brother. Only the soldier who saved him took off his bag and was cooking something in her iron pot. The fragrance was very strong, which made Gesang, who hadn't eaten for a day, have a great appetite.

Gesang struggled to get up, touched his head, and found that there was a cloth strip wrapped around his head. It seemed that the wound had been bandaged. She looked at Tang Jun, who was sitting in front of the fire and stirring food in the iron pot. She didn't know why the other party could bring him back to his tent, "Who are you?"

Zhang Changan looked back at Gesang and showed a gentle smile, "Are you awake? Just as the broth is cooked, I have steamed cakes here, you can come and eat some."

Zhang Changan's words were not fluent, but he didn't stutter. Although Gesang sounded a little weird, he could at least understand the meaning.

At this time, a man in a Taoist robe opened the curtain and walked in. He first glanced at Gesang, and then said to Zhang Chang'an: "After treatment, only three seriously injured survived. With two slightly injured, there are only five people in total... Oh, including her, there should be six."

This is naturally said in Chinese, and Gesang certainly doesn't understand it.

But she recognized this guy in Taoist robe.

In fact, no one did not know the tribal shepherds in a radius of hundreds of miles nearby.

Gesang knew that he was a Taoist, with the name of Buchen. Everyone in the tribe called him Master Buchen. He had several disciples under his seat. He often came to the tribe to preach and preach, and helped people see a doctor. Sometimes he would perform a few magic tricks. If someone needed any goods, he could also trust the traveling merchants to come.

This person is mysterious in the nearby shepherds' hearts, has a good status, and is very respected on weekdays, but not many people believe in Taoist gods and immortals. The shepherds have their own gods.

After dinner, Gesang became much more energetic. The steamed cake she had never eaten before. Although it was dry, it tasted good and was easy to fill the stomach with the broth. For the poor shepherd, whether a thing tasted delicious is proportional to its ability to fill the stomach.

After dinner, Gesang also learned about the tribe's tragedy.

The Khitan cavalry not only snatched away their cattle and sheep, but also swept the tribe and robbed all the food that could be snatched away. All the resisting shepherds were ravaged by swords and horse hooves. The tribe of more than one hundred people now has six living people, one of whom has lost an arm, one has broken legs, and the other has lost an eye.

I don’t know if it was the Khitan soldier who beat Gesang at the time. Seeing that she was pitiful, he took advantage of it. Gesang was the one with the least injuries among these people.

After finding the body of his family, Gesang fainted from tears again after crying. The wound on his head also cracked, and the blood stained the white cloth covering the wound red.

After taking Gesang back to the tent to settle, Zhang Changan came out to discuss the next action with Buchen.

"I have seen this Khitan grain-raising cavalry during the day. When they slaughtered tribes, I hid in the forest there, so I observed it very clearly. They were a standard team of thousands. After the matter was done, they divided into a team of hundreds to escort cattle and sheep back to the east. The remaining people went north and it seemed that they would continue to rob."

When Buchen said this, he muttered Wuliang Heavenly Lord, and his eyes showed two emotions of unbearance and hatred, and then said: "In this area, within a radius of 100 miles, there are four tribes with a size of over 100 people, and there are more small tribes and meteor shepherds. With the strength of this cavalry, it seems that this place will completely become an unman's land in less than two days."

Zhang Changan was silent for a moment.

The Khitan army would not only send one or two troops to raise food, but could only send a thousand-person team to be dispatched in an established system. It is conceivable how large the number of this army is, and it will definitely not be less than 20,000.

This is a suitable tactical goal.

Zhang Changan also came as a scout this time. The army led by Shangguan Qingcheng was still behind. His mission was to inquire about the situation of the enemy in front, cooperate with the Quanzhen Temple scattered everywhere like chess pieces, and the monks of Wukong Shimen were eyewitnesses to find targets for the army to attack, and to find powerful enemies that must be avoided for the army.

"The situation on the grassland is quite complicated. The army cannot be dispatched without a guide, otherwise it will be easy to lose its direction in the vast wasteland. Although we have traveled a lot of places over the years, our understanding of the place is still far inferior to these herders.

"If the army needs to find a suitable and hidden battleground, it will require the cooperation of the shepherd."

When Buchen said this, he sighed, "But there are no believers in this tribe yet, so I guess others are unwilling to take us to attack the army on the grassland. Even if they are willing, I cannot fully trust it."
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