Bang!

Li Yun swung a heavy hammer and smashed a bull to the ground.

"Where are people?"

"Where are your warriors?"

"Where are your sacrifices?"

“Where have they all gone?”

He roared and asked four questions in a row.

His face was full of helplessness and loss. He felt his strength hit the cotton. Several black-armored iron cavalry walked over carefully and carried the bull to the side to slaughter and cut the flesh.

It was dusk at night, and the north wind was howling, rolling up countless yellow grass leaves, hitting people's faces with a burning pain. The cold winter on the grassland came so early, and it was colder than Li Yun imagined.

He held the sledgehammer in both hands and gasped heavily.

Not tired, but angry.

There were a few bulls next to him, and dozens of Turkic people were kneeling behind the bulls. Unfortunately, they were all old, weak, sick and disabled, and had no combat power at all. To apply the catchphrase of a weapon master in later generations, there was no one who could fight.

These people are too old and tremble when the wind blows. Some of them are holding a three or four-year-old doll in their arms. All the elderly and children are kneeling on the ground and trembling.

Maybe it was scared.

But it's more likely to be frozen.

...

"Master, will you kill me?"

Cheng Chumo suddenly asked in a low voice, and Erlangzi's tone was a little strange.

Li Yun glanced at him and asked back unhappily: "Can you do it?"

He was very angry and Cheng Chumo couldn't help laughing awkwardly. Li Yun looked at the other four apprentices and continued to question: "Where are you? Can you do it?"

The four apprentices quickly lowered their heads and whispered: "Master, we won't kill the elderly or children."

"So too!"

Li Yun took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Although I am not of the same race, people's conscience cannot be destroyed. These old, weak, sick and disabled people have no power to resist. Even if they kneel on the ground and let me kill me, I can't do it. However, when they were young, they may have invaded the Central Plains, and their hands may have been stained with the blood of the Han people..."

"No, they have never killed the Han people."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came, but when Cheng Chuxue was coming over with a white breath, the girl's pretty face was serious and said solemnly: "I just interrogated a few Turkic old women and found that they were all extremely poor people."

"Extremely poor?"

Li Yun was slightly stunned.

"Yes, the extremely poor."

Cheng Chuxue nodded and then explained: "The Turks are divided into four classes, aristocratic class, warrior class, herdsman class, and extremely poor class..."

She stopped here and then said: "Most of the Turkic nobles are tribal leaders and priests. Although they are not many, they control more than 90% of the wealth of the entire grassland."

Li Yun looked at the old and weak kneeling on the ground, and suddenly said something strangely, and said in a low voice: "Actually, we Han people are the same, the emperors and aristocrats, the kings and nobles, the rich and the wine and meat, and the road is frozen to death."

These words were touching, with a little anger.

Cheng Chuxue was not easy to follow this, so he could only choose to avoid answering and continued to comment: "The Turkic warrior class and the herdsman class are not much different, but there are also detailed divisions here. The Turkic people are soldiers, and the herdsmen are soldiers when they pick up scimitars, but the soldiers cannot be called the warrior class. They must make merits on the battlefield before they can get real promotion. The warrior class also has a large amount of wealth, and they are generally obtained through military merits..."

Li Yun nodded again and said thoughtfully: "I understand, it's similar to the Western knight system."

"What did you say?"

Cheng Chuxue didn't hear it clearly for a while and couldn't help asking curiously.

Li Yun waved his hand quickly and said vaguely: "It's nothing, I just remembered the allusion in a book I've read before. You continue to say it, I'll continue to listen."

Cheng Chuxue looked at him deeply and continued: "The third class of the Turks are herders. They also have their own wealth, but their wealth is very little. Basically, a herder family can only have two or three horses, a dozen cows, and dozens of sheep. Their status is roughly equivalent to that of the civilians with disciples in our Tang Dynasty..."

"How is this possible? Is this a civilian?"

The five apprentices next to them couldn't help but interrupt and chattered: "The civilians in our Tang Dynasty are not that rich. A herder family has two or three horses, more than ten cows, and dozens of sheep. How could they still be civilians? This is a family of rich people in the Tang Dynasty. Sister Cheng, don't talk nonsense."

Cheng Chuxue gave a few people a fierce look and scolded: "Shut up, the Turks are different from the Han people."

The five fools were very dissatisfied and wanted to speak.

On the contrary, Li Yun nodded thoughtfully and pondered: "The Turks have no land, their property is only cattle, sheep and horses. Horses cannot be slaughtered and need to be used for grazing, so their food is only cattle and sheep. More than ten cattle and dozens of sheep are there. Strictly speaking, it is indeed not too much, and they should belong to the poor class."

He stopped here and looked at the five apprentices and said, "You have made great progress recently, but you still have to continue to learn to think. Everything in this world needs to be viewed dialectically and analyzed in detail according to different situations. When you just spoke from the perspective of the Han people, you will naturally feel that the Turkic herdsmen are very rich, but you did not analyze from the perspective of the Turks, so the conclusions you came to are very different."

The five apprentices looked at each other, and Cheng Chumo grabbed his forehead and said embarrassedly: "The master taught me right. We are indeed abrupt. Everyone only thought that a war horse was expensive in the Tang Dynasty, but they forgot that the Turks did not lack this at all. There were also cattle and sheep. These livestock were treasures in the Tang Dynasty, but they were just food in the grassland."

Li Yun nodded with relief, suddenly turned his eyes to Cheng Chuxue, and smiled and said, "The last extremely poor class, I think I have already understood that the so-called extremely poor people have no property. This is the lowest class of the Turks, but their number must be the largest, right?"

"right!"

Cheng Chuxue focused his attention and then added an explanation: "Most of the Turkic people are slaves. They do not have their own wealth because they are their own wealth. They need to work hard every day and help their masters grazing cattle and sheep, so that they can eat and drink in one bite, but they are not full in every meal. In order to save some food for their families, some people will sneak into the wilderness to freeze themselves to death in winter..."

These words made Li Yun feel thrilled.

He subconsciously looked at the people who were kneeling on the ground.

Cheng Chuxue sighed slightly and said to Youyou: "You just said that they might have invaded the Central Plains and killed the Han people. This is purely your speculation and imagination. How could these extremely poor people invade the Central Plains? They are the plundered slaves..."

When the girl said this, her tone suddenly became very strange, and she suddenly said, "Do you know that Li Yun, many of them are children of the Han family. Even if they are not pure-blooded Han people, one of their parents will be."

Li Yun was shocked and his mouth widened.

Although he wrote history in later generations and had also checked records of Han slaves in classics, it was pale text after all, and it was difficult to attract his attention in reality.

At this moment, a poor man suddenly looked up and looked at Li Yun weakly and begged: "Nephemer, please be very merciful. Can you let my grandson roast the fire? He is almost frozen to death."

The words are actually straight and clear, and they are clearly pure Chinese. However, because they haven't spoken for a long time, they speak a little stuttering, but the emphasis is very pure, and it sounds very much like the accent in Hebei.

Li Yun's heart moved, and suddenly walked over. He reached out and pulled the old woman up and asked softly: "Are you a Han person?"

The old woman shrunk and lowered her head, hugged the child in her arms tightly, and said weakly: "Negotiable, I am a Han Chinese, but I have been plundered from the Turks for thirty years. I became a slave when I was twenty years old."

She didn't seem to be afraid that Li Yun would kill her, but she was afraid that Li Yun would kill her grandson, so she hurriedly said: "Negod, my grandson is also a Han family."

Li Yun subconsciously wanted to touch the child's head.

The child hid himself hard, and suddenly cried out in fear and said, "Don't whip me with a whip, don't whip me with a whip. Xiao Sihan is very sensible, I will try my best to help you grazing."

Li Yun felt ache in his heart, and his palm that stretched out stopped in the air.

He slowly squatted down, trying to make his voice gentle, and asked softly, "You said your name is Sihan?"

The child tried hard to hide and buried his head in his grandmother's arms. His thin body shivered and his throat kept making horrified sounds.

The old woman was afraid that Li Yun would be angry, so she tried to squeeze out a smile on her face and said: "Neople, my grandson is really a Han. Thirty years ago, Lao Shi and his son were caught on the grassland. I was occupied by the Turkic nobleman. My son beat him into a slave to graze. Because he worked very hard, the Turkic nobleman rewarded him with a female slave who had enough fun. This child was a pure Han man, and was born in the third year of my son and his daughter-in-law's marriage. At that time, the Turkic nobleman had long stopped touching my son, and his grandson's grandson was indeed a pure Han man."

She explained this cowardly, speaking Chinese more and more fluently. Suddenly, her eyes were dull and murmured: "I have spoken a lot of hometown dialects, but I almost forgot..."

Li Yun's eyes became sore and he turned to the front and left in a panic.

He suddenly shouted at the distance and said, "Kill all the bulls, and then kill the Turkic war horses he snatched. In half an hour, I will make all these old people full."

The mysterious iron cavalry in the distance were stunned. Some people thought that Li Yun had violated the kindness of a woman, so they couldn't help but say from afar: "Your Highness, these are all Turkic prisoners..."

"Don't you fucking fart!"

Li Yun roared violently and said furiously: "This is a Han Chinese, a Han Chinese. They are our compatriots and slaves who were plundered by the Turks. In half an hour, I will only give you half an hour to kill the cows and horses, so that they can eat them."

He was so furious that no one dared to make another sound. Even the five apprentices were a little timid and looked at Li Yun's sledgehammer.

Only Cheng Chuxue's expression remained unchanged, and suddenly came to him and sighed quietly, saying, "Li Yun, there are at least five million people who are extremely poor in the Turks. Although they are not all Han slaves, their parents are all Han slaves."

Li Yun clenched his fists, suddenly looked up at the sky slowly, and murmured: "I don't know how to fight this battle."

This was the first time he felt confused after traveling through time.

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Chapter completed!