Chapter 249 House Slave Bastard(1/2)
In Kham District in May, the war belonging to King Baili Dunyue Dorje has ended.
But the Nangqian area is still shrouded in the shadow of bloody killings. Uncles and brothers of soldiers killed on both sides are seeking revenge on this land, commonly known as fighting enemies.
On the north and south banks of the Tongtian River, hundreds of people on foot and cavalry were scattered into several small teams, all of which came from Baili to fight against their enemies.
Basang lowered his head and picked up firewood, set up a clay stove outside the tent, wiped his hands on the colorless sheepskin jacket, cut the hunted venison with a knife, and roasted it on the stove.
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When no one noticed him, he secretly licked the raw minced meat on the knife.
It's so delicious and sweet.
Basang was born in a large manor, and his name means born on the fifth day.
His parents are both Langsheng, so he is also a Langsheng. According to Chinese parlance, he is the son of a domestic slave.
There was a strange noise coming from the sheepskin tent behind Basang, and he knew it was Master Duoji sleeping with Mei Duo.
Mei Duo is also a Lanson, but much better than Basang. He has served noble ladies since he was a child, eats clean food, and wears clean clothes, so he is clean and beautiful.
When you go out to fight enemies, you shouldn't bring women with you, but Master Duoji and Mei Duo have been sleeping more often recently, maybe because the master said that he planned to allocate Mei Duo to him.
That day, as usual, Basang was curled up sleeping at the foot of the stairs. Someone stepped on the wooden ladder and made a creaking sound. Basang could tell that it was the master's footsteps, which were always heavy and powerful, so he hurriedly climbed out and knelt beside him.
I heard the master say to his wife: "Let me give Mei Duo to Basang. Although he is mute, he has a strong body and bones. He will be able to give birth to several strong young Langsheng to work in the future."
For a long time afterwards, Basang worked very hard.
Who can say for sure about this kind of thing? Marrying Langson is like mating a little lamb. The master may remember it or forget it, it doesn’t matter.
But Basang really wants to mate with Mei Duo. Maybe he can move out of the manor, rent a piece of land, and transform from a domestic cub to a Chaba outside.
There was the sound of getting dressed in the tent, and Master Duoji was about to come out.
Basang turned the venison over with a knife, stepped aside and sat down.
The cold wind was blowing, and he took out the frozen tsampa from his bare-shouldered sheepskin jacket and held it in his hand to warm it.
Master Duoji came out, looked at him from a distance and smiled, poured a cup of milk tea from the clay stove, smelled the smell of roasted venison, and showed a satisfied expression.
In the distance, several leaders of the enemy-fighting teams were leading their horses towards this side. Basang lowered his head and glanced upward, secretly observing the noble young masters.
The expressions on people's faces are distressed.
Basang heard them say to the young master: "Dorji, have you heard that the Gama monk from Nangqian has brought many Mongolians from the north?"
"Poor ghost in Qinghai?"
Master Duoji's words made several nobles laugh. Some said: "It seems that these Mongolians were found by a Han general. Those people are not poor people."
"Han people know this."
Duoji said disdainfully: "They couldn't stay in Anduo themselves, so they found others to cause trouble, just like the emperor used the King of Mutian in the south."
The Mu Tianwang mentioned by Duoji is Mu Yi, the chieftain of Lijiang, Yunnan.
The Lijiang chieftain's fiefdom was between Yunnan, Guizhou and Qinghai. Zhu Yuanzhang ennobled him in the hope that he would use force to defend the court from generation to generation.
Therefore, throughout the Ming Dynasty, with the connivance of the imperial court, the Mu clan chieftains in Lijiang in Yunnan expanded ferociously, and now have occupied the entire Kangnan area, pushing its northern border to Litang, Batuo, and Mangkang.
Become King Bailey's neighbor to the south.
But now, for King Baili, Dunyue Duoji, the Mutian King in the south is the most effective helper. Together with Zangba Khan, they have formed an anti-Yellow Sect alliance.
Not long after, the enemy team set off again.
The young master led Basang and a group of armed slaves, walked northwest along the Tongtian River, crossed a river, climbed over two hills, and finally discovered a manor.
A manor is a nice word, but it is actually a village. There is a landlord's compound in the village, and more than 80 households out of 100 are slaves in the landlord's compound. This is a manor.
The enemy-beating team dispersed, killing people and setting fires all over the manor. To them, this operation was just an enemy-beating in name, but in fact it was just an entertainment activity for the noble young masters.
No one is their enemy. If we really want to say it, there may be a few brothers of armed slaves in the team who died in the battle in the spring, but this has nothing to do with the nobles.
"Basang, shoot her to death!"
The manor owner's wife was tied to a tree, and Master Duoji waved a strange whip and shouted: "Shoot her to death!"
The whip's shaft is thick and black.
Basang recognized the whip as his mother's arm.
That year, Basang's mother died, and the wizard wanted to perform a ritual, so he just took his mother's head and arms, as well as the intestines of another domestic slave.
Master Duoji has been a kind person since he was a child. He thought that Basang needed a thought, so he took a risk and stole back the forearm connected to his left hand during the ritual.
It's a pity that this incident was discovered by the master. Later, the arm was dried and the leather whip was tied together to make a riding whip.
Master Duoji always said: Basang, when I become a master, I will give you this whip.
The aristocratic young men were making noises nearby, and the domestic slaves were grabbing the butter tea in the manor and eating it to their heart's content. Only the lady kept crying.
She didn’t know how her husband, who had surrendered to King Baili, could be killed, let alone why she was killed.
Basang doesn’t know either.
But the young master gave the order and he will do this.
The young master said to shoot him to death, so he must shoot him to death, even if he can even breathe.
He is actually not mute.
In the past, Basang knew a very smart domestic slave who would always think about problems from the perspective of his master. The order the master gave him was one, and he thought the effect the master wanted to achieve was two, so he did three.
The Langsons in the manor all thought that he would be sent to a temple or become the new butler based on his intelligence.
But then that very smart house slave turned into many things.
He is not only a very smart piece of leather, but also a very smart head bowl, but also has many smart finger bone beads, and most importantly, he has also turned into a very smart tibia horn.
Whenever there is a war in the manor, the clever boy's leg bones will be blown.
Smart bones have more powerful magic.
From then on, Basang never spoke in front of his master. He did whatever the master ordered, never asking why or what happened.
Basang still lowered his head, holding the bow and arrow fully drawn.
They have not been allowed to raise their heads since childhood. Except for those Langsheng who serve the master and his wife and need to take care of the guests, other slaves are like Basang.
In the dark night when there was no one around, Basang wanted to raise his head, but he was too tired to lift his neck.
Fortunately, such a neck does not affect archery.
He was taught archery very well by his butler using a whip. The single wooden bow vibrated lightly, and the bone arrow cluster flew ten steps and accurately passed through the noble lady's throat, causing the curse to stop abruptly.
The noble young men cheered loudly, and Master Duoji proudly picked up the highland barley wine bowl and waved to him, pointing to the house not far away and said: "There is a woman over there. If she is not dead yet, you should be happy.
,mute."
Seeing that he made no move, Master Duoji frowned and urged: "Go quickly, we will wait for you outside."
Until Basang turned around, he heard the young master complaining in a low voice: "It's so unlucky that all the horses here have been taken away by the king's army."
Unfortunately, when Basang entered the house, the whole room was filled with the unpleasant smell of blood. The girl in the young master's mouth had died for a long time.
Just as Basang had time to roll up the blanket in the room, he heard panicked shouts outside. Someone shouted: "Dazi, Dazi is here!"
Rush out of the house, everything is in chaos outside.
Some people were leading the horses, some were running, and those slaves who were lucky enough not to be killed were tied up in strings with ropes and ran up the mountain together.
Further outside the village, Mongolians on horseback and wearing red tassel hats were galloping around, with bows and arrows raised, and they would release an arrow from time to time, forcing them to stay in the village and unable to escape.
"Basang, come on!"
Master Duoji, together with a few domestic slaves and a few friends, formed a team and fired arrows at the Mongols in the distance.
Looking back, the village was full of fires set by them, and we couldn't stay any longer.
Outside the village, there were only a few dozen Mongolians at first, but as the black smoke rose from the village, groups of Mongolians were swarming in the distance.
Master Duoji shouted: "Go quickly, there are more and more of them!"
With these words, the village was in chaos.
The enemy's team didn't have enough horses, so they originally planned to grab a few Nangqian noble estates along the way and grab two to three hundred horses, but who knew that all the horses here were taken away by King Baili's team, and they couldn't grab any horses at all.
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The aristocratic young masters and their domestic slaves are going around snatching horses from each other, and now no one can care about others.
A domestic slave chased a horse and ran past Basang. He was knocked over by a rolled up blanket. Basang mounted the horse and ran towards the young master.
Master Duoji also snatched two horses, threw Mei Duo on the horse, and called on the slaves and the large army to break out eastward.
The team of hundreds of people was divided into several small teams. Some ran towards the snow-capped mountains, some ran towards the Iron Lock Bridge over the Tongtian River, and others followed them and broke out to the east of the village.
The Mongolian cavalry attacked fiercely, shooting arrows from behind. Several domestic slaves who were running on foot were either shot or chased by the herdsmen and hammered to death with stone bones.
Basang felt as if he had also been shot. He just ran away while riding on his horse. He raised his hand and touched behind him without touching the arrow shaft.
He thought to himself that he might have been hit by a stone.
To be continued...