The northern farmland is now half-planted pastures, and the farming area has dropped sharply. Aren’t the Mongolian nobles afraid of having no food to eat?

I'm really not afraid.

First of all, they mainly eat meat, and cattle and sheep are their staple foods.

Secondly, small countries in Southeast Asia, such as Champa, Great Vietnam (Vietnam), Myanmar and other countries, will transport food.

The only people who suffer are the Han people.

The total population of refugees in the Yuan Dynasty was as high as 30%. Apart from being harsh and fierce as a tiger, they had no land to plant, and were unwilling to become "drivers" (distant people), so they could only wander.

How could the refugees not cause trouble? So the Yuan army continued to suppress and kill people, and for decades, they continued to kill.

It was not until the refugees became the Red Turban Army and became the climate that they could not be killed.

Just as Li Luo sighed, he suddenly heard a whistle, and then a noisy voice came.

Slowly, a large group of horsemen came from the western ranch in a mess. Not only did they have messy teams, but their clothes were not uniform, and they were not cavalry at all.

Moreover, some of them were constantly being shot and landed on the ground, and screams suddenly came one after another.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of people were shot to death.

Soon, Li Luo understood what was going on.

Behind the large group of knights, a team of cavalry with distinctive armor rushed over, and the cavalry kept firing arrows and shooting the knights in front.

It seems that the group of knights in front should be slaves in the ranch. They stole the horse and fled and were chased by the Yuan army.

A killing is about to take place.

This place is only a hundred miles away from Dadu, and it is still "under the feet of the emperor", and such a killing happened. Is there any other place to say?

Without waiting for Li Luo's orders, Du Lie waited for more than a dozen people to take the knife bow in his hand and guard Li Luo and Cui Xiuning.

Hundreds of escaped slaves did not rush towards Li Luo and others, but missed the direction. However, their riding skills were obviously far worse than those of the cavalry behind them, and they were caught up and surrounded in a blink of an eye.

At this time, we were closer, and Li Luo and others finally saw the appearance of the knights on both sides.

There were about 200 knights surrounded, all of whom were not bad, but also old, young, women and children. Although they were wearing Mongolian herdsmen's robes, they were clearly Han people's accents.

They must be escaped slaves on the ranch. Of course, they must have been local farmers in the past. They also learned to ride horses because of raising horses.

There were even fewer people surrounding the escaped slaves, only seventy or eighty, but they were all wearing mail, bows and swords, fierce and fierce, and many of them were high noses and deep eyes.

They wore round-eaves helmets commonly found in the Yuan army, which were significantly different from the pointed iron helmets of Mongolian soldiers.

Du Lie whispered: "Lord of Wolf, these escaped people are ranch slaves, and the cavalry are the Red Army of the Cavalry. They are no less inferior to the Mongolian cavalry, but they are also elites of the Yuan army."

Wutu also said: "Lord Wolf, you see, they are wearing chain mail, not the leather armor of the Han army. There are more neck guards on their helmets that the Han army does not have. They must be the Red Army of the Dispatch Horse."

Li Luo nodded, and he also knew that the Han army and the New Affiliated Army could not have such good armor.

At this time, a very stiff Chinese dialect came: "Hannu, you, escape, it's not good, bad Hannu!"

This voice is obviously full of anger, but it makes people want to laugh when they hear it.

This is like some kind of animal pulling poop, one by one.

Li Luoxun looked at the sound and saw a high-nose and deep-necked knight riding out and looking fiercely at the crowd of escaped slaves.

His armor is more gorgeous, he should be the head of a hundred households, and at the worst he is also a brand leader.

As the man jumped out of the horse, seventy or eighty Red Army explored the horses put away their bows and arrows, and pulled out the long sabre with a "clang".

A sabers were raised together, reflected by the setting sun, and the cold light was shining everywhere, and the dark red blood groove on the knife was really murderous and courageous.

The fugitives all had pale faces, and the women and children were crying.

Suddenly, dozens of escaped slaves hurriedly climbed off their horses, knelt down in front of the pursuers, and kowtowed like garlic, "Officer Wasen, I'm waiting for the wrong thing, I'm wrong! I dare not!"

When the other escaped slaves saw that hundreds of people dismounted and knelt on the ground.

In addition, nearly a hundred people did not dismount, but suddenly shouted and whipped the horse together, trying to rush out.

But where can it be?

The Seme military officer, known as Wasson, waved his hand and the skillful cavalry explorer surrounded the horses and slashed out with a sabre.

"Dog Tartar, I'm fighting with you!"

A runaway slave roared and struck the horse towards the cavalry opposite, but with a wave of the cavalry, he slashed his head fiercely, and his blood squirted into the air.

"Kill!" A only escaped slave with a knife met a cavalry, but before his sword could start to dance, he was slashed on the head by the cavalry on the opposite side and died suddenly.

With just a few breaths, nearly a hundred escaped slaves who dared to fight to the death were all killed.

Without a knife, without armor, riding skills and lack of strength, how can you fight?

The cavalry rumbled back with bloody sabers and surrounded the escaped slaves who were kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy again.

In a short time, they were as quick as the wind when advancing and retreating, with skillful riding skills, fierce sword skills, and moderate cooperation. They reflected the qualities of elite cavalry to be conscientious.

"All the officials of the households and the Han slaves who resisted all used their blood to pay the price they deserved, and none of them were alive." A sign (the chief of the tenth husband) reported loudly, with a rough and powerful voice.

Although he was not a Mongolian, he spoke "Mandarin" (Menglish), not the language of the Xifan tribes, so Li Luo could understand it.

Centurion Wasson also said in Mongolian: "Qiqibu, according to the rules of the Yuan Dynasty, what should the slaves who gathered to escape be dealt with?"

The brand called Qiqibu said: "They should be executed collectively, and their heads should be used to give the remaining slaves a memory."

Wasen said coldly: "So, my brother Qiqibu, what are you waiting for? Wait for them to hold your boots and cry like a baby?"

Qiqibu slapped the brim of his hat with a saber and shouted: "If you wish, my officials from all households!"

The other knights slapped the brim of their hats with their knives and shouted together: "Kill all the escaped slaves!"

The slaves kneeling on the ground begging for mercy didn't know that the other party was going to kill everyone? However, they could neither resist nor escape.

The Red Army Exploses the Horse and slashed with swords, rushed into the crowd and massacred them, like a devil.

Not only the prime men, but also the elderly, children, and women will not let go and kill them all.

Screams and howlings sounded, but the head of the hundred-household house Wasen sat upright on the horse, looking cold, like a statue.

Soon, all the escaped slaves were killed.

The heads, broken limbs, blood, stomachs, and intestines on the ground were everywhere. They were like a messy slaughterhouse.

A strong smell of blood came, and even Li Luo and others were very uncomfortable.

Such a scene should happen every day in the entire Central Plains, and it was just a common thing for the Yuan army.

The heads of all dead people were cut off, and each of the heads was tied into a string of hair and placed on the horse's back.

He said he was taken back for public display.

Li Luo's eyes were cold deep, but his face was still peaceful.

This Baihu official Wasen must die. Of course, not now.

The Red Army of the Ma Ma had long noticed Li Luo and his group on the official road. Seeing Li Luo wearing grandson clothes and carrying a magnificent guard as majestic as a tiger, they also knew that Li Luo must be a big official.

Li Luo was about to order to continue his journey, but suddenly the Baihu Wasen ran over as soon as he struck a horse.

He looked up and down at Li Luo, and tried to speak in Mongolian as softly as possible: "I, Wasen, a small official from a hundred households. I don't know if the official is..."

Li Luo said in Mongolian with a slight arrogance: "I, Halabuhua, have been from Daluhuachi, the fourth-rank prefecture, and are also a small official."

Wasen's tall nose couldn't help but breathe. Baihu was from the sixth rank, which was level 4 lower than Daluhuachi from the fourth rank state. Halabuhua called himself a small official, ww. Then he was not even a small official?

While Wasson was distracted, Li Luo's voice sounded again: "Little 100-household official, if you are still sitting on the horse, my whip will fall on your head."

Wasen was startled, but he reacted quickly. He immediately jumped off his horse, bowed his head with his fist and raised his chest, and said respectfully: "Waesen has seen a state guardian."

The hierarchy of the Mongolian Yuan was extremely strict. Although Li Luo was not Wasen's direct superior and did not belong to the same system, he still had to salute respectfully when he saw the head of a state.

Even if Li Luo whipped him, he could only bear it.

As for Li Luo's identity, he had no doubts at all. As a family member, Wasen was not a living person, and he still had eyesight.

Although this guardian is young, he has an extraordinary demeanor, proficient in Mongolian language, and has a large accent. He must have been from the top, or even from the big one.

Without good feet, you will definitely not be able to achieve the fourth grade at such a young age.

Wasen gave a bow, and all the Red Army soldiers who explored horses bowed one after another. But their etiquette was different from Wasen. Wasen just lowered his head and stroked his chest, while the others were kneeling down.

Because they are just soldiers, even if they are the leader of the brand, they have to kneel down.

"Meet the guardians of a state!"

"Everyone gets up, warriors!" Li Luo said with strong disgust, "Buried these corpses and don't let the nobles who come and go. No one wants to smell the corpses on the road."

"As you wish, a state guardian." Wasen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was not difficult to serve the Halabuhua official. It was nothing more than burying the corpse.
Chapter completed!