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In the Yunzhong Prairie in April, the green grass has already broken through the ground, covering the undulating plains and hills with a green carpet.
The sky is high and the clouds are light. At a glance, it seems that you can see the end of the world.
Anyone who comes to the grassland for the first time will feel its unique grandeur and tranquility.
But most people who have been to the grassland will never think of going there again.
The beauty of the grassland is monotonous and boring, and apart from the green grass and the meandering rivers, there is nothing meaningful to humans.
The wind in the grassland is very strong and can blow for more than half of the year. The snow in the grassland is very heavy. After it stops, everything turns into white. The winter in the grassland is very cold. The sky is freezing and the dripping water turns into ice.
But if you ask how the Yunzhong Grassland has been in the past ten years since Daye, many people will tell you that it is very, very messy.
It started in the spring of the tenth year of Daye and continued in chaos until the eleventh year of Daye.
There are many reasons for the chaos, the most important one is that the Turks went south to herd horses.
In fact, for some tribes living in the southern part of Yunzhong Grassland, it is not a big deal. The Sui people once occupied this place, so they surrendered just like the Sui people. If the Turks come, it doesn't matter. They will offer their loyalty to the new masters.
Living between the Sui Dynasty and the Turks, they did not have much choice.
In recent years, the truce between the Sui Dynasty and the Turks gave these scattered tribes some breathing space, and their lives were pretty good.
As a result, this place became a home for homeless people.
The descendants of the Huns, the offshoots of the Khitans, the slaves of the Rouran people, the rebellious Dangxiang people, the losers driven out by the Sui people, and so on, all live together here.
However, during the Daye Year, their lives became difficult again.
In the third year of Daye, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty led hundreds of thousands of people to patrol Yulin in the north. Both the Sui army generals and the Turks seemed to suddenly become interested in these tribes and forced them to hand over their cattle and sheep for the northern patrol.
The army eats.
In the fifth year of Daye, Qimin Khan, who had always been relatively moderate, died. The Turks replaced a new Khan, and some turmoil began.
As a result, the Yunzhong Grassland became more chaotic. Tribes that lacked food began to fight and annex each other in order to compete for pasture, water sources, sheep, and population.
Since then, on the grasslands from Xiren Grassland in the east to Dahe in the west, these tribes who lack food and clothing are struggling to survive.
They rode war horses, brandished scimitars, and fought for everything they could.
The strong can continue to walk under the sun, while the weak can only choose between dying in battle or becoming slaves.
Many tribes moved north and became slaves of the Turkic tribes. If they did not want to do so, they would be on the verge of life and death.
This is the Yunzhong Grassland, a place always full of fighting and killing.
In the tenth year of the Sui Dynasty, the drama of oppression and resistance, killing and survival on the Yunzhong grassland came to an end all at once.
The sheep were wandering under a hill, munching on the green grass leisurely.
On the hilltop, Gaga stuck the shepherd's whip on the ground. He lay there on his back and stared at the sky in a daze.
On the hill, you can see the river in the distance and the tents stationed next to the river. Those are the tribe to which Gaga belongs.
Gaga has spent fifteen winters on the grassland since he was born. And hearing this name, you know that he was born a slave, a slave who does not deserve to have a name, just because when he was born, a group of crows were constantly
So, there was an additional herdsman named Gaga in the tribe.
This kind of unfortunate name would definitely make people laugh out loud if it were placed in the Sui Dynasty.
But the prairie people don't care about this. On the contrary, Gaga thinks this name is very good. Crow is one of the most powerful creatures on the prairie.
The sky was very blue, the wind was not strong, the sun was shining warmly on my body, and I smelled the fragrance of green grass. I slowly closed my eyes, feeling the tranquility and serenity.
As a slave, there are not many times like this.
This was also due to the fact that the strong warriors in the tribe went out to help another in-law tribe fight the war. Otherwise, he would have to stay with the sheep every time they graze, otherwise, he would be whipped and starve.
Gaga has long been accustomed to this kind of life, but as he grows up, he knows that he is very smart and strong.
Not only can he speak Turkic language fluently now, but he can also speak the Chinese language of the Sui people. If he is allowed to see those beautiful words in the legend, then he will definitely learn it.
He is also very strong. Now he can easily pick up a big sheep, and can even run very far with the sheep. If you give him a knife, he will definitely become an outstanding warrior.
It's a pity that he is a slave, and all his intelligence will be regarded as a curse. Therefore, when he was very young, his mother told him countless times not to appear so clever. The children of the leader's family would be jealous and kill him.
Damn you.
The advice from his mother allowed him to live until now. Unfortunately, he will never see his mother again. Last winter, her mother closed her eyes forever in the cold sheepfold.
No matter how many tears he shed, how he hugged his mother, and prayed to the gods at the cost of his life, his mother's body became as cold as winter. From then on, he knew that the gods would not care about the prayers of a slave, and he would rather take care of those who
The leading nobles.
Family ties were severed at that moment, and faith collapsed at that moment. Gaga felt that when he grew older, he would not hesitate to pick up a machete and kill everyone in this damn tribe, yes, everyone.
If possible, one day he would also challenge the gods and cut off the gods that the people of the tribe believed in to dust.
Tranquility and serenity no longer favored this guy whose heart was full of hatred, so he roared angrily to the sky a few times, but without any surprise he felt his own insignificance and helplessness.
Perhaps it was his disrespect that angered the gods, and the ground shook slightly.
A smile appeared on Gaga's twisted face. It was better to get a response than to ignore it. But the next moment, he understood, shook his head, sat down on the ground again, and looked around.
It should be those soldiers who went out have returned, or a herd of wild horses or deer passing by.
Soon, some figures appeared in his sight.
White leather robe, rounded fur hat, cocked leather boots, wolf tail fluttering in the wind, hair braided, Turkic.
This was just the vanguard of a small group. Soon, behind them, groups of warriors appeared. They spread out on the grassland and rushed towards us like a net.
Quack couldn't count how many there were, because there were so many, so many, more than the sheep he was grazing.
Gaga slowly stood up and watched quietly without screaming in alarm. He looked back at the tribe behind him, but a strange and cruel smile appeared on his face.
The Turkic cavalry galloped past the hillock like wind, frightening the sheep under the hillock.
Someone looked up at the child on the hill and ignored him.
The people in the tribe have been alarmed.
Looking down from the hillock, the people in the tribe were chaotic and disorderly. Not long after waiting, Gaga was excited to see the Turkic cavalry galloping into the tribe, and each individual was cut down to the ground by them without hesitation.
Others began to gallop around the tribe, shooting anyone who escaped from the tribe off their horses.
What is strange is that such a powerful and numerous warrior still allowed two people to escape on horseback.
Gaga could clearly see that those fleeing here were Kosili and his son Kasuntu.
Two guys he hated extremely, his childhood playmates, and a girl who was like an elf in his eyes, were taken into the tent by Kosili and then handed over to his son.
One day, when he was grazing, he saw her body, which, like all slaves, was thrown on the grassland and allowed to be eaten by vultures.
When he saw these two guys escaping, he stamped his feet angrily, grabbed the shepherd's whip without hesitation, rolled down the hill, and rushed up to meet the two guys.
As he got closer, he swung his shepherd's whip like a sheep, and whipped Kasuntu off his horse.
He rolled to avoid the impact of the horse, then ran over and fought with Kasuntu like a wild dog.
During the fight, he bit off Kasuntu's ear, and while Kasuntu was screaming, he pinned Kasuntu tightly under him, and tried his best to turn him over, just like the warriors in the tribe.
As usual, he pressed Kasuntu's waist and pushed his head back hard.
Hatred gave him great strength, and with a click, he broke the opponent's waist.
Then he jumped up like a rabbit, dodging the arrows fired at him by Kosili who turned his horse around to come back to save his son, and rushed towards him without fear.
This time he was not so lucky. The tribal nobles who came on horseback drew out their scimitars angrily but skillfully. Using the speed of their horses, they slashed with the swords, leaving him no chance to dodge or counterattack.
But this time, the unlucky child named Gaga finally received the favor of the God of Luck. A sharp arrow shot over, and it accurately penetrated the noble's throat and shot him off his horse.
The shepherd slave who escaped from death did not feel much fear. He roared and cheered like a wolf, and rushed over to pick up the sharp scimitar. As if he was afraid that others would snatch it from him, he quickly ran to the noble and cut him with one knife after another.
He slashed at his neck until the head was chopped off and held in his hand.
A person without a head will never be resurrected and will never find his way home.
Then he followed the same pattern and cut off the head of another human being. The shepherd slave was covered in blood and looked like a ghost coming out of hell. Then he stopped and stared blankly at the speeding savior.
"My name is Gaga. If you accept me, I will use my life to protect you. As long as Gaga is here, no enemy will be able to get close to you in the future, and no enemy will be able to escape from your sight.
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In front of many Turks, he spoke in Chinese, a smart guy. To be continued.
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