Abdullah is a 24-year-old Uyghur young man. He was originally a farmer living near Kashgar. The Tartar bloodline in his body gave him a handsome face and a tall figure, and made him the object of admiration and love between the Uyghur girls nearby. However, Abdullah didn't care about this at all. He only liked Nuli, who is a famous beauty here. Although he had always expressed his admiration to Nuli, Nuli ignored him at all and even told Abdullah that he didn't like him at all. In Abdullah's opinion, only the young man in the nearby village was the most handsome and outstanding. Only a beautiful woman like Nuli could be worthy of him. So no matter how Nuli refused, Abdullah still held his Dongbula and ran to the window of his beloved person playing the piano and singing. He believed that Nuli would be moved one day.

Nulli got married, but the groom was not Abdullah, but a Han man, a Han man from the mainland. I heard that he was still a college student. On the day of the wedding, Abdullah, who was in a daze, ran to the mountain with a few bottles of wine alone. The young man who was rejected by the girl drank some wine to vent, which seemed normal to the locals. After all, everyone had ever been young, and Uncle Hula, the neighbor, patted his shoulder affectionately and asked him to open up. Abdullah, whose face was gloomy, ignored anyone and walked out of the village with a bottle of wine alone.

How did the young man who broke up in love vent his feelings on the mountain? What happened during this period? No one knew that only Uncle Hula, who returned to the village a few days later, saw a hint of cruelty and indifference in his eyes replaced the original melancholy and loss.

Nuli died, she was raped and killed. A thin blade sabre commonly used by Uyghurs penetrated deeply into her belly, and her newly married husband was killed together. The scene was filled with blood and chaos, and several broken empty wine bottles.

Based on the remaining footprints and fingerprints, the county public security bureau quickly concluded that the murderer was Abdullah.

But when the arresting personnel arrived at Abdullah's house, they found that he had run away.

Flirting the AK-47 in his arms and the bullet with the heat of body temperature in his palm, Abdullah couldn't help but look up at the Mullah (professional) Vilino who was distributing weapons to others. He met him when he was on the mountain. Abdullah clearly remembered that at that time he was already full of thoughts and only knew how to drink all day. When he was hungry, he would bite a few bites of the jerky meat he carried on his body. When he was sleepy, he would just lie on the ground for a while. His body was completely numbed by alcohol, and Nuli's beautiful face kept flashing in his mind. But why? Why is God so unfair to me? Why does the beloved Nuli lie in the arms of another person? Whenever he thinks of this, Abdullah would stand up and let out a wolf howl at the damn God.

Abdullah can't remember when Vilino appeared beside him. All he remembered was that it was raining, it was very heavy and cold, so cold that no matter how much alcohol he drank, it could not stop the bone-like cold air. He found a cave to shelter from the rain, but even the hangover had completely consumed all his energy. He didn't have the strength to stand up, so how could he find the cave? With the anesthesia of the brain by alcohol, Abdullah fainted.

Fire, only fire can be so warm, this is the first thought he woke up from his coma. Who created this fire? As his eyes turned, a middle-aged man with a kind face next to the fire fell into Abdullah's sight.

Velino is a mullah, of course this is what he said. Abdullah, who deeply felt that he saved his life, would not care about these things. After all, he saved his life, so he didn't care about other people's identity at all. With the generous and hospitality nature of the Uyghurs, his body warmed up and drank some goat milk that Velino carried with him. Abdullah, who had recovered his spirit, had completely trusted the stranger in front of him.

"I know that you have unresolved confusion in your heart, and you also know that you have unspeakable hardships. Please believe me, because I am the messenger of Allah." This is the first sentence that Vilino said. The messenger of Allah, what a seductive word! In the heart of every devout Islamist, Allah is an extremely noble and noble God. He knows everything and is everywhere. He will lead his devout believers to happiness. In the past, he could only hear the great imam say this when he was praying in a mosque. At that time,

Abdullah felt that Allah was far away from him. Isn’t it? Can he hear him after he had made so many prayers? Can he give me his beloved Nuli? Abdullah felt very confused. After all, his wishes had never been fulfilled, but the religious beliefs that had been deeply rooted in his mind told him that Allah exists and one day he will come to save his believers. Now some people claim to be a believer of Allah, and this person just saved his life. Abdullah has every reason to believe that all this is true.

"Allah is the omnipotent Allah will save every one of his people." After hearing Abdullah's confidant Vilino said: "Our Uighur ancestors were once the brave and warlike Huns who were scattered across the desert. All-powerful Allah gave them the right to plunder. They once used the sword in their hands to regain their cattle, sheep, property and territory from the humble Han people. Thousands of years ago, the Han people were frightened when they heard the word "The Great Huns" and were trembling all over when they heard the words "The Great Huns". Thousands of years ago, the Han people were frightened and trembled all over when they heard the words "The Great Huns".

, they will offer their beautiful wife and daughter with both hands for us to enjoy, their own property for us to spend, their own food for us to taste, and their own house for us to rest. And they are only worthy of living in the dirty horse wing like pigs and dogs. This is our great ancestor. As a descendant of the blood of the noble Huns, aren't you proud? Although we are now ruled by the Han people, no matter at any time,

You must remember the locations that the Han people are dogs. They are always lowly people like pigs and dogs. They do not deserve so much land, so much money and women. My friend, you are right. Uyghurs should only intermarry with Uyghurs. How can our noble blood be mixed with lowly pigs and dogs? That woman has been defiled by the despicable Han dog, her pure blood has become turbid, and the glory of Allah will no longer be overwhelmed by her. She is already a sinner. If you are a real Uyghur warrior, if the blood of your ancestors is still flowing in your body, then take the knife in your hand, take her back from the Han dog, and kill this woman you once loved but is no longer pure. Your name will be passed down by our poets for generations, and your behavior will inspire our descendants. Go! That is, now, take back what once belonged to you."

Abdullah, who was blinded by his ambition, grabbed the long sword beside him and turned over and walked out of the cave sheltering from the rain. Yes, how could the noble ancestor have such a depressed descendant? The Han people are pigs, and the Han people are dogs. Verino's words hit Abdullah's young heart like a heavy hammer. He was blinded by jealousy and hatred and could not distinguish between good and evil. He only knew one thing: "Nuri is his own, and I want to take her back."

The night was so dark and the rain was so heavy. All this seemed to be destined to cover Abdullah's actions. No one noticed that a murderous young man had walked into Nuli's new house.

"Swoosh", with the sound of a blade passing through the air, sleeping beside Nori, the groom's head flew up with a sweet smile on his face, turned around in the air, landed heavily on the ground, rolled around, and finally leaned against the bracket of a chair.
Chapter completed!