Meizi is her nickname, and her mother would call her that. The lord calls her Miss Mei, and after getting familiar with her, he will just call her Miss Mei. It’s not to blame for the lord’s indifference, he doesn’t like to pronounce the names of people from the mainland, saying that

It is an insult to the Han people. Meizi's full name is Mei Sansan, which is derived from the sum of the ages of her parents when she was born. Her father died early, and it was her mother who raised her up. There is always only a vague shadow of her father in the girl's memory.

She probably remembers that her father was a salt seller.

Her father always left before dawn and didn't come home until nightfall. She was mostly asleep by then, and could only listen to her parents' conversations in a dazed state.

"Master, please stop doing this business, right? If caught by the government, you will be beheaded." Her mother was worried. Meizi opened her eyes secretly, and saw the shadows of her parents on the earthen wall of the outer room, flickering with the flickering of the oil lamp.

"Hey, mother-in-law, you don't know anything. Do you think the harvest in the fields is enough to pay the rent? Mr. Bayar said a year ago that if he can't pay the rent, he will not be able to take care of it. The Yamen said again that the Han people will not pay the rent.

Pay the rent, and the men will be turned into soldiers and the women will be sent to the camp."

Sansan didn't understand what "being sent to the camp" meant. She just felt that the oil lamp was swinging around, making it difficult to fall asleep. The heavy conversation didn't last long, and after a while, her mother blew out the lamp. Before she fell asleep

, you can still hear your father sighing.

"Come out, you bastard! Get out!" The noise outside the door startled her awake, and when she poked her head out of the inner room, her parents in the outer room were getting dressed in a panic.

The door was kicked open, and you could tell who was coming just by looking at the big furry feet. It was Mr. Bayar and his animal sidekick, Ulan. The feet were not only hairy, but also had black and white hair on each toe.

It has a hard carapace. So Wulan doesn’t like wearing shoes because they are too harsh on his feet.

The face covered with black bristles stretched into the room, and the monkey-like yellow eyes stayed on the mother for a long time. The mother took the frightened Mei and hid behind her father. Fortunately, Ulan did not do anything inappropriate. The beast

He shook his head and bared his teeth: "Hurry up, little Han, the master is waiting outside!" Ulan's teeth are much sharper than those of humans, and he always likes to seize the opportunity to show off his teeth.

The father did not dare to let the Mongolian landlord wait outside for a long time. He ran out of the house in three steps and two steps at a time, followed closely by his mother and Meizi.

The landlord Bayar dressed like a scholar. He also followed the Han custom of tying his hair and wore a black Confucian scarf on his head. His large, wide round face and slender squinted eyes revealed his character as a conqueror.

Bloodline. Unlike his ancestors, Bayar was not cruel and easy to kill. In front of the onlookers and villagers, he even scolded Ulan.

"You evildoer, why are you kicking in the door? What should I tell you, huh?" Mr. Bayar's family has lived in Shihe Township a long time ago. Over the past few decades, even the accent is authentic after arriving in Bayar.

Taoist Zhongshu is a provincial surname.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, sir." His father nodded and bowed with a smile on his face. Upon seeing this, his mother quickly pressed Mei's head down, pretending to shed tears of gratitude.

Bayar usually comes to the village with only one book boy. He chats with the old boys at the west end of the village and accepts greetings from the neighbors. He lives in a leisurely way. Although he is a Mongolian, he tries his best to avoid interacting with the Han people under his rule.

The residents can distinguish one thing from another. The beast next to him has a ferocious appearance and has no human appearance. Bayar does not want to see it and will not bring it out to show others easily. Ulan has only been to the village once, and that was because he wanted to arrest Li Wusi.

At home, they were selling illicit salt and breaking the government's rules.

"Oh, Lao Mei, you are going to suffer." Bayar waved his hands repeatedly to stop his father's begging for mercy. "It's not me who wants to embarrass you. It's the salt farm management and the county's inspection team."

"Take it away, Ulan." Bayar sighed, turned around and left, and the onlookers made way for him. The Mongolian landlord walked faster and faster, not knowing that he was afraid of the silent people.

Still can't bear to see what happens next.

The landlord had read a lot of Han Chinese books, so he considered himself Chinese on weekdays, and did not deal with the Mongolian garrison in the county. But the beast Ulan who came with him belonged to the Tanma Red Army, and he was an out-and-out Mongolian die-hard.

He took off a pair of shackles from his belt and threw them in front of his father.

"Young man, cuff yourself, don't force me to do it." The monkey's mouth was really funny when he said human words, but no one dared to laugh. His father was already the tallest and strongest man in the village, and Ulan was a whole lot older than him.

In a circle, the beast is wearing the jacket of the Tanma Red Army. The sleeveless jacket shows off his thick arms covered with black hair. There is a hammer hanging on his waist, and the belt is dragged down to his legs.

If Bayar hadn't left, his mother would have thrown Mei at his feet and knocked her head to bleed. When it came to less serious matters, such as owing rent or something, Bayar would just forget about it and make up for it next year.

However, my father is selling smuggled salt, which is worthy of beheading, or at the very least, being exiled to the army. The specific situation depends on the mood of the inspector.

The mother put the shackles on the father and ran into the house crying. After a while, she came out with a package. It contained the money saved by the family. When they arrived at the Yamen, they had to pay filial piety to the inspection. Whether the father could survive depends on it.

This is it. The mother specially took out a handful of broken silver and handed it to Ulan. The monkey weighed it in his hand and stuffed it into his coat.

"Let's go quickly, Mei Wusi, it's a long way to go." For the sake of money, the beast called his father's name.

There were fifty or sixty villagers around, including more than twenty strong young men. However, the neighbors obediently backed away. Only a few young people stared at the monkeys unconvinced, and were quickly pulled away. The beasts were cold.

With a snort to show its disdain, the beasts of the Red Army prowled the horse and took away the private salt dealer Mei Wusi and his family.

The last war ended only a few generations ago, and word of mouth has passed down how terrifying the beasts of the Mongolian army were, and the lingering power is still there.

"Mr. Wu, aren't we going to the county town?" Seeing the monkey leading Jing to the path, the mother asked even though she was afraid of it.

"Why are you asking so many questions? Just walk away." The monkey didn't look back. It grabbed its father's shackles, and the family could only follow him.

Gradually, there were more and more trees, but no one was seen. The beast tied his father to a small tree, and walked towards his mother and Mei with a grin.

"Mr. Wu, what are you doing?" The father wanted to break free from the shackles, but couldn't move. The mother protected Mei and backed away step by step until she tripped over the weeds on the ground.

The monkey pressed up and began to tear his mother's clothes. He held her down with only one hand and said, "Don't struggle, little lady. Take good care of grandpa. You must give your man a good word during the inspection."

"Nowadays, even the village girls in the wilderness know that this is a lie. The only role of beasts in the Mongolian army is to break up formations and cannon fodder. On weekdays, the Mongolians despise these half-human, half-animal monsters and often talk about killing them."

The beast army was collectively sent to attack the Japanese country overseas. However, in order to suppress the intensifying uprising of the Han people, they had to be retained.

The mother resisted with all her strength, but she was no match for the beast, and her clothes were quickly torn apart. Mei cried and tried to pull the beast's arm, but only a few hairs were pulled. The monkey gave it a light flick, and Mei flew away.

After walking a few feet, he hit a tree and fell into the grass without making a sound.

The father roared loudly and used all his strength to break a small tree as thick as a bowl. He rushed towards the beast. The monkey impatiently dropped the woman on the ground, who had only a few rags to cover her body. He turned around and

He punched his father in the face, followed by another punch...

Mei was awakened by her mother's crying. The little girl had a splitting headache and couldn't tell where she was. She got up and looked around in confusion.

Her father fell a few steps away, his head tilted to one side, staring at her. Mei found that his father had not moved. The black-haired monkey was the reason for her mother's cry. Her mother's voice had long been hoarse, and she heard a cry.

What followed was just a wail.

The little girl's world collapsed, she screamed loudly, and a feeling of being in control of everything came to Mei. She stretched out her hand towards the monkey, and all the broken branches floated into the air and gathered around her.

"Ah!!" As she shouted, countless sharp branches were inserted into the animal's body like spears.

Mei stared blankly at the monkey, and fell to the ground. Her nose was so hot, could it be bleeding? The little girl reached out to wipe it, and her fingertips were blood red. The mother ran over naked and hugged her daughter, calling her

Name: "Plum, plum."

"Mei! Mei! Ayuu Te?" She didn't expect that this self-righteous Thai man would be nervous. In order to avoid the arrows, both of them lay on the ground in funny postures. She couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Locke, Reacamming." You don't need to point it out. I'm not a child with a yellow mouth. How could I not know? Look, Taixi Barbarian.

Mei extended her right hand.

Seeing the Oriental woman raising her hand with a half-smile, Leon was not in the mood to laugh. Was the girl scared? He was about to remind the mage again when he saw blood flowing from the mage's nostrils and inserted into the body of the horse.

Arrows floated into the air one after another.

Mei waved her hand, and all the arrows still stained with blood flew towards their original owners. The dozen or so people walking in the front were caught off guard and were hit by the arrows one after another, and died horribly.

Oriental women are so powerful. Leon used the cover of the dead horse to observe the situation. There were more than thirty people still standing. They all raised their shields and were trying to figure out where the arrow came from.

"Mei, do it again." Leon was not confident that he could deal with more than thirty heavily armed men with an arrow in his thigh.

The mage didn't respond. He turned his face. Mei was leaning on the corpse of her mount, her face as white as a dead person. She gasped for air, and all the nosebleeds flowed into her mouth.

"Do it again." This was a request.

Mei Qiang sat up straight, her nose bleeding like a river. The mage's weakness affected the objects under her control, and the arrows swayed back and forth in the air.

She waved her hand and fell to the ground with her head tilted. Since the opponent was prepared, only five people were knocked down this time.

How can a man hide behind a woman? I have to protect them. Leon looked at the unconscious Mei. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrow from his thigh, tore off a rag from the saddle, and tied the wound.

Although he didn't dare to exert force on his left leg, he successfully stood up with the help of his right leg and hand.

The enemy stopped advancing and looked at him warily. Someone raised his bow.

"I am Leon Wood! Say your name, you cowards!" A brave provocation prevented the enemy from shooting him into a sieve.

"I am John August, Lord Wood." A knight in full armor pushed through the crowd and stepped forward. He lifted his visor, revealing an annoying smile.

John bowed slightly and announced with excitement on his face: "I am honored to be the man who kills the brave." The enemies dispersed and formed a semicircle, waiting to see an unfair duel.

"Come and try." Leon replied absentmindedly. With the time to adjust his posture, he found the whereabouts of the eldest lady next to a pile of corpses. The corners of the white robe moved, which made him sigh in relief. Mei was lying on the

Not far from him, the rise and fall of the chest proved that the girl was not dead. He believed that more people were still alive, as long as he could defeat the enemy in front of him.

The brave man threw away his shield. His injured thigh did not allow any excess weight. He held the sword in his right hand and raised his left hand to steady his body.

Just from the way John rushed over impatiently, Leon could also understand how weak he was.

I am a man who has killed a dragon! He blocked a blow and pushed John away suddenly. The youngest son of Duke Auguste was so proud that he obviously did not expect that Leon had such great strength. He was unsteady and stumbled.

He staggered back several steps.

"You are the one who is going to die today." Leon regained his balance. He took a defensive posture and waited for the Duke's son to rush over again.
Chapter completed!