Lai Ba was completely in despair. His son-in-law Sang Jie, the brave and skilled Tibetan warrior, was now lying on the bed vomiting blood. It was dangerous for one hundred and forty-three warriors to deal with two thousand ferocious enemies, but the brave Sang Jie
He still won, but he himself also suffered heavy losses.
Only thirty-one of the one hundred and forty-three warriors survived. Laiba saw with his own eyes the heavy hammer falling on Sang Jie's back, and also saw Sang Jie vomiting blood and killing the enemy.
I did not pick the wrong son-in-law, but years of continuous battles have completely reduced the once rich and powerful Blackwater Tribe. As long as I have some ability, I will not use more than a hundred people to fight against the two thousand warriors of the Nuoyinhe Lai Tribe...
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His daughter, with her belly full and shedding tears, wiped the blood that Sang Jie kept vomiting. Lai Ba's heart felt like a knife. He didn't understand why the people on this beautiful grassland continued to fight. There was enough pasture for everyone.
When it comes to grazing, why do these people abandon their cattle and sheep and pick up knives to fight each other when the lush pastures are withering in vain?
If at the beginning, this kind of fighting was to snatch pasture and people, then now they are fighting just to fight.
It was as if there was an invisible big hand controlling them to fight. These Tubo people were like clay dolls in a child's hands, colliding with each other, and finally breaking into pieces.
Tubo people are all bloody. Sang Jie said that fighting is for revenge, but after every battle, not only is there no revenge, but the hatred becomes deeper.
Whenever he couldn't figure something out, Laiha would think of that young man who made people tremble all over. He must know the answer, but he wouldn't say it.
Lai Ba thought hard for many days and finally figured out one thing. The origin of the war on this grassland turned out to be him. When he sold the wild boar to the boy, the war on the grassland was inevitable. When he turned to his head
The war started when people offered them the first bowl of milk tea and asked to trade with them.
After walking out of the tent filled with the smell of blood, Lai Ba looked up and saw a huge dark cloud drifting from behind Yuanshan Mountain and gradually covering the sky over the grassland. Not long after, heavy snow fell down.
The heavy snow comes from behind Wonsan, and the danger also comes from behind Wonsan.
A group of women with tangled hair and tattered sheepskin jackets struggled to pull away the snow on the ground, looking like marmots for some soft grass roots that were barely edible. Once they found them, they would quickly stuff them into their mouths along with the soil... This
This scene made Lai Baji go crazy with desire.
Lai Ba knew what a terrifying existence that harmless young man had become now. What he did in the Qingtang Grassland was just a replica of the West Yunnan Grassland...
Now, I heard that that man is back... Is he here to personally pick the fruits he planted back then? Lai Ba spread his hands with his palms facing the sky, and devoutly prostrated on the snow to perform a five-body salute... He hopes that on this grassland
All the gods came to protect this grassland, not to let the devil devour it. The shepherds on the Qingtang grassland sang lamentations and left their homes towards the snow-capped plateau to avoid the bloody massacres.
The grasslands of western Yunnan must not experience such misery again...
The gods seemed to have abandoned the creatures on this grassland, and the mournful cry of his daughter came from the tent... Sang Jie was dead.
A disheveled five-year-old child came to Laiba and roared: "Langrig, I will definitely kill you!"
Seeing his crazy grandson Lai Ba burst into tears... this child has found the wrong target for revenge.
What the Blackwater Ministry needs now is not revenge, but recuperation. All the brave warriors have been damaged. All they need to do at this time is to wait for these children to grow up slowly.
There are still more than 800 people in the tribe. This is the last hope of the Blackwater tribe. Without food, cattle, sheep, and tents, these people will not survive the next spring.
Lai Ba handed his grandson Gongbu to his daughter and said in a deep voice: "Look after the children, they are the last hope of the Blackwater tribe. I will go to do some things. If I come back, it means that the thing is done. If I don't come back,
Just go hide in the mountains with Lai Jiu and the others, and raising the child will be your greatest achievement."
Laiba's daughter said in horror: "Father, don't go looking for that person. Let's leave now. Don't go looking for that person. He is a devil. We can survive until next spring even if we eat grass roots."
Lai Ba laughed miserably and said: "There is no road, there is no road. What that person wants is the entire western Yunnan grassland. He will not allow us to survive on the grassland. If it were before, he might still be afraid of the tribes here uniting."
Dealing with him is different now. After ten years of fighting, the combined population of all the tribes is not as large as that of one big tribe before. I believe that once spring begins, it will be time for his army to march here. The fruits are ripe.
It has to be picked."
Laiha pushed his daughter away and walked into the heavy snow.
At this time, Lai Ba was tragic. If there was any way, he would not touch Yun Zheng's evil spirit. His son-in-law died, and his death was meaningless, leaving him with more than 800 mouths. Hungry is so terrifying.
Laihachi knew that, and he didn't want to try it again because of the burning pain in his stomach. Fortunately, he still had one life, which might give these women and children a glimmer of hope of survival.
When there is no food in the stomach, one can no longer care about what will happen tomorrow. Now the only person who can provide winter food for these more than 800 people is the man behind Yuan Shan. Lai Ba just wants to kidnap those women to Yunzheng.
Beg for a batch of food, and then walk as far as you can, otherwise the wrath of Yunzheng's thunder will descend on this grassland.
He was the first person to come here to do business. He was also the first person to come here to communicate through the primitive jungle. He is a descendant of the mountains. Who can know all the roads and every tree in this mountain better than me?
, every blade of grass?
Women of the Song Dynasty would spend the winter in Zonglong Gorge every year and bathe. This was a sign of their wealth. Only those who had eaten and drank enough would be eligible to soak in the hot springs. Hungry people would only become hungrier as they soaked in the water. Hot springs were always rich.
The place where people consume excess fat has never been a place for poor people to enjoy.
In order to avoid Yuanshan bandits, Lai Ba tried countless roads. The best road and the most convenient road have now become the channels through which the Song people sucked the blood of the Tubo people. Only those difficult roads that even wild beasts disdain to take are now.
This is Lai Hachi's last hope.
As long as he succeeds and uses Yun Zheng's perversion to protect his own mentality, and as long as his conditions are not too excessive, he will definitely be satisfied. Yun Zheng will only launch his brutal attack on the premise that all women are safe.
Revenge. There will be some time that can be used. During this time, Laihachi believes that he can lead everyone to escape.
Sixty-three people, this is the maximum manpower that the Black Water Department can use. Adding the mountain people surnamed Lai he brought, his team has 110 people. These people stepped on the ground under the leadership of Lai Ba.
The soft white snow penetrated into the vast mountains.
Lu Qingqing lay naked on a smooth wooden board. Ge Qiuyan, who was also naked, worked hard to help Lu Qingqing massage her already plump body.
The steam in the wooden house was like a steamer. The little insect covered with gauze kept pouring cold water on some hot stones. With a hiss, the cold water turned into new steam. This was sent by the second young master.
This thing fumigates people like steamed buns. It feels weird at first, but after feeling uncomfortable, it will make people feel comfortable all over.
According to the second young master, this is something belonging to the Hu people. The Hu people don’t have many good things that people can appreciate. Obviously, except for this thing, my wife said that she will get such a steam room when she returns to Tokyo in the future.
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Lu Qingqing took a comfortable sip of the grape wine with ice fish added, watched Ge Qiuyan pour the milk on his body and continued to rub it, and groaned comfortably: "It's comfortable, but it's a little sinful."
Ge Qiuyan wiped the water droplets on her face and said with a smile: "Milk is a rare thing in Tokyo, but it is nothing in Dousha Village. Everyone in the village raises cows, so getting some milk back is not a big deal.
I heard that the old patriarch wants to take a sip of milk now that he has nothing to do.
This time when we came back to Zhanlongxia, we specially brought four milk-producing cows. They were originally prepared for the children, but the children couldn't drink them all, and the excess would easily break, so we had to do this. Concubine Yang Guifei liked it very much.
Milk bath, that’s why she is a great beauty whose reputation will be passed down through the ages. My wife is no worse than Concubine Yang, so it’s nothing to use some milk..."
Lu Qingqing pointed to her belly covered with stretch marks and sighed: "You've already given birth to two children. How can you talk about beauty? I'm surprised. Why don't you have one on your belly?"
Ge Qiuyan sneered and said: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. How can you compare with me if you are thick-skinned and thick-skinned?"
Lu Qingqing, who had had enough rest, jumped into the stone pool with a plop, exposed his head and watched Xiao Chong helping Ge Qiuyan rub milk on his body.
To be honest, Lu Qingqing was a little reluctant to go back to Tokyo. She could answer every call here. No matter whose wife held a banquet, she would always sit at the top. Although the education she received made her understand that this was wrong, but
But she felt extremely happy in her heart, this was her kingdom.
Yun Er and the monkey kept jumping through the mountains and forests. Yun Er, who prided himself on his martial arts skills, found that he could not keep up with the monkey in the jungle. The Steamer Gorge was thirty miles long, and the women only occupied one of its branch canyons. The canyon
At the end of the road is the steamer gorge camp under construction, one of the few places with sweet water.
The small canyon is only three miles long, surrounded by steep cliffs. Countless steaming water seeps out from the rocks, and finally converges into a steaming hot spring.
The monkey stopped in a small mountain col, pointed to the valley there and said to Yun Er: "Second Young Master, if Lai Ba wants to kidnap the female family members, he can only enter the valley from here."
Yun Er asked strangely: "How did you know?"
The monkey smiled and said: "What Lai Jiu said..." (To be continued)