The north wind blows the white grass and turns the ground, and snow falls in August.

Although the poems of the ancients have exaggerated elements, the grasslands in northern Desert in August are indeed cold. While the Central Plains are still working for the harvest of autumn, the tribes of the grassland have ushered in the cold winter.

Especially after sunset, the temperature dropped sharply, which made many cattle and sheep unable to spend the night outdoors. The herdsmen had to drive these animals into tents that were not inferior to those of the tribe, and locked them up like Han slaves who had looted from the Central Plains.

This made the Han people who were already suffering even more painful. The originally small tent was occupied by most of the livestock in a blink of an eye. From time to time, various roars echoed in the small space, and the unique smell of those livestock was like hell. Staying in such a place was like hell.

However, after two slaves raised their opposition but were directly killed by the local Gui Rong soldiers, facing the butcher knife of Gui Rong people, the Han people could only endure it. No matter how difficult life was, it was better than death. At least, even if you live, you could have even a little hope...

Wang Hui was one of these people who were waiting for hope. He was once a clerk in Bazhou City. He also studied scriptures when he was young, thinking that one day he would pass the imperial examination, be ranked in the imperial examination class, and become a real master. However, his talent for writing articles was really limited, and he was in a border town like Bazhou where culture and education were not prosperous, so in the end, he became a scholar, but he couldn't even get a further juren.

Fortunately, even scholars are more talented than most people in Bazhou City, so Wang Hui was able to work in the yamen. The status of an official made him not have to worry about survival at least. With the slightest power in his hand, he even saved some money and was considered a small person in Bazhou City.

When he thought that his life would pass like this, the incident came. The Guirong people rushed into Bazhou with the help of some internal forces. Then many defenders in the city also took advantage of this chaos to rob and kill the city when they withdrew. As a wealthy family with some reputation in Bazhou, the Wang Hui family became their target.

Overnight, Wang Hui's wife, children and parents were both in trouble. He was kicked away by himself and then fainted in the yard. When he woke up, there were even more fierce Gui Rong people standing beside him. Without saying a word, they pulled him up, tied them up with ropes, and locked them together with many other people in the city.

Then, the nightmare continued. Wang Hui, like other people in the city, suffered a lot. He was escorted around like a livestock by Guirong people. Finally, he was escorted out of the border of Dayue and entered the grasslands of Mobei. What awaited them was naturally the life of slaves where endless work and life and death were in a thought.

During this period, some people tried to run away and were shot and killed by Gui Rongren like hunting; some people were angry with Gui Rongren and were chopped off by the knife because they could not stand such a cruel life... However, Wang Hui endured it, and what supported him was not only hope of living, but also hatred. He wanted to avenge his relatives who were killed by officers and soldiers!

Driven by the will to avenge, Wang Hui has survived many hardships and difficulties over the past few months. Now he has become accustomed to others not treating himself as human beings. He just wants to live humbly, waiting for God to make a kind heart a moment and give himself a chance.

And the opportunity appeared at this moment—

When the sun sets, this medium-sized Guirong tribe has fallen into darkness, and all the tribesmen have already crawled into the tent to rest early. In the whistling north wind, even the screams of cattle, sheep and other livestock are no longer clear, even if they are only a few feet away from them.

Wang Hui was sleeping soundly. His hard work during the day made him no longer smell the stench in the tent. But suddenly, he was woken up by someone next to him: "Brother Wang, listen..."

"Um..." Wang Hui moved his body with some dissatisfaction. First of all, what was heard was the snoring of the cattle and sheep in the tent, and then the sound of the wind, and some more vague stomping sounds brought by the sound of the wind.

Yes... it was the sound of horse hooves! Wang Hui suddenly woke up completely and was even more energetic. Some of the other slaves around him also cheered up, and hope flashed in his eyes: "Is it my army of Dayue coming to kill us, have we come to save us?" For them, this was the biggest hope.

But Wang Hui quickly broke their good wishes: "No, the sound of hooves came from the north, otherwise we wouldn't hear them. Our Yue army was coming from the south. So..."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people in the tent were dark, and then deeper panic arose: "Who is the person coming? Are the other Guirong tribes killed? What should we do?"

"If we want to save our lives, we have to see the situation. You all listen to me..." A light flashed in Wang Hui's eyes. This may be the opportunity he has been looking for.

Just when everyone was not able to make up their minds, the vague sound of hooves had become clear, and finally they hit the entire ground like a drum beat, and then the sound of killing was everywhere, mixed with the screams of Gui Rong people in the entire camp, and the entire tribe was completely in chaos.

Immediately, the hanging old curtain was lifted up by a quick knife. Just as the other party was about to kill in, Wang Hui took a decisive step forward and shouted loudly, "Give up our lives, we are Han slaves stolen by them, not from the Wugan people... Please spare your life!" He was speaking the language on the grassland. As a member of Bazhou, he had also had contact with many Guirong people, so he naturally learned their language.

After hearing this shout, the curtain fell, but the tents on both sides were quickly cut open by several quick knives, and then shattered, exposing all the people and livestock in the tent to the biting cold wind, and exposed to the dozen murderous cavalry outside.

The livestock were frightened and immediately ran away, but were then hit by a quick knife and fell down with a wail. Just like the Wugan people around, there was no power to fight back or avoid. Until they saw that they did not move, a tall young man stepped forward slowly and looked at them with a condescending look: "You Han slaves?"

Under his sharp eyes as sharp as a knife, no one dared to speak. Only Wang Hui mustered up the courage to look at him, and then said, "When I say that, it is. We are the Han people who were stolen from the Central Plains by them, so we will never dare to be enemies with you."

"Very good. As long as you are willing to surrender to me, I will naturally not kill you." The young man smiled with satisfaction, then whistled, leaving two cavalry guarding them, and he led the others to kill ahead. On the other side, the few remaining soldiers of the Wugan tribe had already formed a confrontational cavalry team and was fighting head-on with the invaders.

As a medium-sized group on the grasslands in the northern desert, the Wugan people originally had more than 2,000 soldiers. However, this time when they went south to Yue, they grabbed a lot of food and food, but the losses were also huge. Only less than half of the soldiers came back, and most of them were injured. After two months of resting, they recovered most of them, but their strength had already been greatly reduced.

Today, they were even more attacked in a night attack and rushed to fight, so the situation was naturally even more unbearable. After paying a considerable price, they gathered together to protect their clan leader and some of their clan members slowly retreated.

The number of cavalrymen who came to attack the Wugan tribe was not too large, only five or six hundred, so after failing to completely defeat the target at the first time, they were a little insufficient intent. Even if the brave and warlike young man joined the battle at this time, he could not defeat the cavalry team composed of more than 300 people.

After another shock was repelled, the young man heard someone shouting behind him: "Bo Chishu, I have a way!" It was the soldiers who stayed behind to guard the Han people suddenly ran up.

The young man Bo Chishu frowned and looked back. He was a little surprised when he saw the slaves sitting honestly on the ground, allowing a soldier to tie them up with a rope without any intention of struggling to escape, but then he focused his attention in front of him: "What's your idea?"

"Over there," the man pointed to the tent on the left, "there are all the food and forage of the Wugan people. As long as we kill them there, we will definitely force them to rescue them, and then..."

He doesn't need to explain the following words. Bo Chishu knew what impact this would have on the entire battle, so he immediately ordered: "Huda, Bange, you can take people to kill them, and the others will retreat!"

These cavalry were more banned than ordinary Gui Rong soldiers. With Bo Chishu's order, hundreds of cavalry quickly divided into two teams, some of which disappeared into the darkness, and some of them rushed to the row of tents on the side. And their division of troops really made the soldiers who had just stabilized their positions again. Although the clan leader and elder among them were trying their best to suppress them, after seeing a fire in the tent, more than half of the soldiers couldn't help it, and they roared and rushed towards the other side.

For the Ugan people, the supplies in the tents are the guarantee they rely on to survive this harsh winter, so once there is an attack there, no matter how much danger there is, they have to go and save it.

At this moment, the originally stable defensive formation suddenly became weak and revealed its flaws. Bo Chishu, who had been staring at them, smiled and decisively pulled the knife and pointed it: "Kill it!"

The hundreds of the most elite soldiers immediately screamed and rushed forward again. This time, with the sharp decline in troops, the defense of the Wugan tribe was quickly opened, and a massacre followed. As long as those who dared to resist and refused to dismount and kneel down, they would be dead!

As for the Wugan warriors who wanted to rescue the supplies on the other side, they were also dragged down by the enemy who had been prepared. When the main force in front was defeated, it was their turn.
Chapter completed!