Why did the emperor rebel?

Chapter 132 Night Slaughter

In the grassland in late autumn, there is a huge temperature difference between day and night.

When the sun sets on the valley, the earth is dark, and the cold follows.

Experienced herdsmen will always return to their yurts before the sun goes down and drink a bowl of hot kumiss.

Then around the bonfire, take water to cook the mutton.

Sprinkle a handful of green salt and serve with mellow white ghee, it is a perfect dinner.

For herdsmen, late autumn is their happiest day.

Cattle and sheep that have been raised for a long time will be slaughtered in large quantities at this time, and food will become extremely abundant during this time.

But at the same time, it was also the saddest day.

For farming people, this season means a bountiful harvest, but for herdsmen, it means that cold winter is coming.

The earth will be covered by winter snow, and the vast grassland will become a vast expanse of whiteness.

The shepherd has to work hard to find grass roots that can satisfy the hunger of the cattle and sheep, and at the same time, they will also become food for the shepherd to satisfy the hunger.

Natural selection and survival of the fittest are vividly reflected at this moment.

The young, sick, and emaciated sheep in the flock will all be slaughtered in late autumn.

Because they are destined not to survive the cold winter.

Late autumn, for herdsmen, is a grand carnival, but also helpless sadness.

The Tatar tribe is a small tribe that belongs to the Tatar tribe.

Their sweat is the descendant of the great golden family, Tuotuobuhua Khan.

Although, their tribes add up to only more than 500 people.

But their supplies are plentiful.

This is all due to the fact that a few years ago, the leader of the tribe went to Daming with the Khan's tribute team.

He brought back many iron pots, salt, and tea from the capital of Daming.

Therefore, the Tatar Department moved to a place less than two hundred miles away from the Ming border in that autumn.

This place is not only rich in water and grass, the weather is warm, and there is no intrusion from other tribes.

More importantly, the leader found a stable channel to obtain salt and tea, which made the life of the tribe much easier.

Not only that, if it is this time in previous years.

After the tribe slaughtered the lambs that were destined not to survive the winter, the leader would gather the strongest warriors of the tribe, lead them on horses, and cross the border in the middle of the night.

Therefore, in every winter that is extremely difficult for herdsmen, the Tatar Department can have abundant supplies to help them survive the cold winter.

But this year was different, the great Khan called his warriors.

Under the blessing of the great Longevity, Khan will lead his tribe back to the fertile land in the pass, and let everyone prostrate under the golden family's scimitar.

The glory of Ming Dynasty has passed, and the Golden Family will rule the world again!

Every time I think of this sentence, every shepherd in the Tatar tribe will become excited.

This is a beautiful night, the stars in the sky are twinkling, and the clear moonlight is softly sprinkled on the earth.

The icy cold wind could not stop the shepherds from celebrating the abundance of food.

Beside the high-burning bonfire, more than a dozen elderly shepherds, holding whips in their left hands, drove dozens of emaciated lambs together.

On the right hand, the bright silver scimitar shone coldly under the moonlight.

The rhythmic Matouqin, accompanied by the sound of drums, young girls danced primitive and ancient dances around the bonfire.

The frightened bleating of the lambs, the high-pitched singing of the shepherds, and the graceful dancing of the girls.

Beside the blazing flames, they jointly build a harmonious and mysterious picture scroll.

The old shepherd's hand was steady.

He raised the knife in his hand and stabbed the lamb's throat accurately.

Hot blood spurted out, and the lamb fell powerlessly to the ground.

There are only a dozen shepherds, but dozens of sheep.

The companions were killed one by one, but these lambs could only huddle together.

As long as there are those who escape in all directions, they will be severely beaten with leather whips by the old shepherds around them.

The young children followed behind the old shepherd and carried away the lambs one by one with great effort.

Then he came to his mother, skillfully peeled, shaved, washed, and finally threw it into the hot water iron pot that had been prepared earlier.

The people of the whole tribe rejoiced and joined the dancing team one after another. This is a happy day.

It's a pity that there are fewer boys, and most of them were conscripted by the Great Khan to fight.

Otherwise, countless beautiful loves will be born around the bonfire tonight.

Crisis always comes quietly when people are happiest!

The shepherd's high-pitched singing covered the sound of galloping horses' hooves in the distance.

"Whizzing"

In the silent darkness, countless sharp arrows shining with cold light descended from the sky.

The old shepherds who devoted themselves to driving the flock were the first to be shot!
The sharp arrows pierced through their defenseless backs, and before they could even make a sound, their lives were taken away.

The bonfire was overturned, but it did not go out, but it tended to burn more and more.

The girls who were singing and dancing looked terrified, and screamed piercingly at the same time, huddled together tightly, trembling.

The children were frightened by the sudden change and cried loudly, and the shepherds who were singing loudly under the sound of drums became frightened and noisy.

On the horizon in the distance, a team with four faces appeared.

It was a group of cavalry, and the smoke and dust raised by the horseshoes was as high as half a person, which showed that they came galloping.

Their crotches are fat and strong horses, with sharp long knives hanging from their waists, and the clothes on their bodies that should have been neat and tidy are now stained red with blood.

They are wearing Ming people's costumes, but they are not Ming's standard armor.

However, the iconic long knife and walnut-colored strong bow clearly showed their identities.

Accompanied by the trembling sound of the bowstring, the sharp crossbow arrows shone coldly, easily taking away fresh lives one by one.

The knights drew out their long knives without making a sound, and silently swung their knives at the helpless herdsmen.

This is a one-sided massacre!

People's terrified screams, chaotic trampling, and bitter begging were all intertwined, forming a sharp contrast with the silent knight holding a long knife.

Under the moonlight.

Hot blood spurted out, and heads were chopped off one by one.

The helpless people fled in all directions, but they couldn't run away from the majestic horses, and couldn't escape the sharp arrows shining with cold light.

The noisy sounds gradually disappeared, leaving only the sound of the bonfire burning, accompanied by the frightened bleating of the few surviving lambs.

At this moment, the night seemed extremely silent.

The shepherds, who had been singing and dancing just now, were now lying crookedly by the bonfire, and the blood gurgling out stained the land red.

The silence is like a picture scroll, cruel and bloody.

The knights remained silent, got off their horses, and with the long knives in their hands, looked at everyone who fell on the ground one by one.

Then, he drew the sharp arrow on his back, dipped it in spirits, and lit it on the bonfire beside him.

"Whoosh" sound.

Dozens of burning sharp arrows landed on each yurt.

In an instant, the flames shot up into the sky.

At the same time, the silent knight finally spoke in a low voice.

"Go, the next tribe is ninety miles to the northwest."

(End of this chapter)