0037 Meet the brave on a narrow road

The sky is vast and wild, and the wind blows and the grass is low to see cattle and sheep.

Look at the late weather, ten Changsha dogs and the herdsmen under their jurisdiction drank horse milk wine and sang melodious pastoral songs. With the assistance of the shepherd dogs, they drove the sheep back to the camp to reunite with their families.

In the cold and freezing season in recent years, warm felt buns, delicious hand-rapped meat, roast lamb legs, milk skin, milk tofu, horse milk wine, and warm women are the greatest desire of shepherds after a day of herding horses and herding sheep. Breakfast is only milk tea and fried rice, and it should be happy in the evening. I ate a big piece of meat and drank in a big bowl.

"I don't know how the war ahead is going? I heard from the head of hundreds of households that the general of the sand vulture was defeated, and even the twelve- or three-year-old boys in each village were drafted away for war, leaving only us, the old, weak and sick and disabled left behind, alas! I don't know when this battle will end--" The ten heads of Shagou looked at his broken arm and said silently in his heart.

When retired veterans and ten Changsha dogs over 50 years old think about this, they can already see their camp from afar. Ten round pointed Mongolian felt bags, made of willow wood as bones, can be rolled up. The front door is like an umbrella cover, the ceiling is opened, and the top is covered with one or two layers of thick felt.

The felt-cooking smoke of each house is wrapped around, and the fragrant smell permeates the air. The old man and the hard-working women who stayed in the camp came out to comfort their husband's hard work and ask for warmth. More than a dozen children wrestled and fought on the open space, which was a happy scene.

The fierce and tall shepherd dog barked abnormally and anxiously; the men who had been working hard all day didn't care much about it. They were driving the sheep, cattle and horses, returning to their own felt bags, eating the fresh and tender hand-pulled meat cooked by their own women, and drinking a bowl of horse milk wine. After being full of wine and food, they took advantage of the wine and strong physique. Women roll together.

Sha pheasant, a woman of ten Changsha dogs, was originally the widow of Shagou's former comrades-in-arms. After her ex-husband died in battle, she was assigned by the head of 100 households to ten households who retired due to disability. The Sha people advocate martial arts, and the social status of women is extremely low. The poor women of the lower class are usually rewarded or transferred to those soldiers who have made contributions on the battlefield, and there is no dignity. In addition, the folk customs of the Sha people are very different, and it is even more common for a woman to marry and marry close relatives.

The sand pheasant is in his thirties, with the dark skin and strong physique unique to the desert nation. Under the years of sand life, his appearance is slightly rough, but compared with other Sha women, his facial features are also exquisite, charming, and has a unique way to serve men, making the sand dog Ten households want to die, and they are particularly fond of it.

Just as soon as the head of the sand dog climbed on the woman's sand pheasant, the camp suddenly made a noise, mixed with the cry of women and children and the barking of the shepherd dog. The ten households of the sand dog, whose interest was greatly reduced, couldn't help but scolding to himself, "It must be that damn sand leopard again! As soon as I came back, I played drunk and beat the woman. Let's see if I don't beat him to death-"

The sand dog muttered and was about to lift the curtain with a horse whip to persuade him to fight. A sharp knife was already on his neck.

"If you don't want your woman to die, you'd better be obedient!" A soft and touching voice sounded in my ear, like a cold wind, and the awe-inspiring forest touched the bone marrow.

The whip thrown into the hand of ten households of sand dogs retreated into the felt bag step by step. In the reflection of the oil lamp in the felt bag, the two girls led by several live-gun shamans who squeezed into the felt bag, one was concave and convex, with a black police uniform in the window, and looked cold; the other The skin is dark, and the red hair is particularly eye-catching, very young and fierce.

Although the cold saber was mounted around his neck, the ten head of the sand dog still asked calmly, "Are you soldiers? Shaman?? Why are you here???

The red-haired girl's eyes flashed and showed her beautiful teeth. Hearing the words, she sneered and said, "I am Colonel An Yinger, the commander of the wolf gendarmerie brigade. Next to me is Officer An Zitong of the Independent Brigade of the Armed Police. Hand over all the bows and arrows and weapons quickly, and don't play tricks on me!"

Oh my God!!!

The heart of the ten households of the sand dog suddenly sank, and the heinous shamans actually sneaked into the territory of our country. There must be an unspeakable plot! In order to hide their whereabouts, these damn guys will definitely slaughter and plunder all the places they have gone, and take bloody means to ensure that their secrets will not be leaked. Moreover, from the perspective of their quick control of the whole camp, there are many people, although there are only ten families in this camp.

"Sha pheasant, what are you still doing? Why don't you hand over the weapon bow and arrow quickly!" The long-standing sand dog ten-family hero did not suffer the immediate loss and hurriedly shouted to his woman.

"Oh," the sand woman named Sand Pheasant quickly moved out several strong bows, arrow pots, two cowhide armor, several machetes, lances and spears.

Colonel An Yinger raised Shazhi's pointed chin with interest and said to the man beside him with a smile, "Hey, your girls are all good. I can't see that you are also rich as a small ten-family leader!"

The sand woman named Sha Pheasant has a pair of braids, with hair sleeves, tassels in the front, and spikes next to them, decorated with gold and silver ornaments, which are magnificent and beautiful. From this woman's clothes, it can indeed be seen that the ten patriarchs of the sand dog, is not weak in wealth. Those exquisite and precious clothes are thought to be the battle that the sand dog relied on military achievements on the battlefield during his prime. Trophy.

"Ten households, go to pick up the meat, pack up the food and go on the road with us. We need a geographical guide." Brigadier An Zitong threw a heavy silver bag on the table and said coldly, "The 200 gold coins in it are your reward. As long as you take us to your capital 'Wusa City', these gold coins are all yours."

The ten households of the sand dog took the weight of the silver bag and glanced at the helpless woman Shazhi. He hesitated for a long time and obediently came outside the tent to kill the sheep. When he walked out of the felt bag, the veteran who had retired from the battlefield for many years couldn't help taking a breath.

In the whole camp, a team of gendarmes in unified military uniforms patrolled, with a pair of cold and sharp eyes, with no emotion at all. The strong knife-like cold wind blew on their cold and tense faces like rocks, without moving their eyebrows at all, with neat steps, well-trained, and sharp and bright hands. The steel gun exudes a strong murderous atmosphere, and the sound of "yin" footsteps is like a war drum.

There are still some armed police sitting high above the horses around the camp, with straight backs and momentum, who are wary of the movement around them.

Look at the old and young men and women of other nine households, such as the sand leopard, all lying in a pool of blood. Even those shepherd dogs were not spared and died tragically. Looking at this situation, the ten head of the sand dog temporarily died to resist the escape and obediently went to the sheep pen to lead the sheep.

The ten households of sand dogs killed sheep very well. In just a while, they peeled out more than a dozen whole sheep. There was not even a drop of blood on the grass, and the sheep's skin was also dried on the grass. The sheep's blood and internal organs were originally used to feed the shepherd dog. He took the mutton and cut it into three or five catties with a knife and asked the woman to cook it.

In the process of killing sheep and cooking meat, Brigadier General An Zitong and Colonel An Yinger sat in the tent, looking at the sketch secret words, while swaggering and drinking milk tea, eating milk skin, milk tofu, and milk dregs.

After a while, they boiled the meat in white water and brought it to the table without any seasoning. They were probably hungry. The wolf soldiers tossed the large piece of bone mutton out of the pot and sprinkled some fine salt to make it look fat and salty. Then they put both ends of the mutton bones with both hands, half pulled their faces into the meat, and spread their ten fingers to eat. The cheeks must be greasy.

Only two female officers were still more sek, holding large pieces of meat in one hand and cutting them into small pieces with daggers in the other, dipped in salt water in the bowl. A moment later, everyone was in the wind and ate all the mutton, leaving only bones on the table.

"Notify the wolves behind to keep up and go!" Brigadier General An Zitong, an armed police brigade, stood up and clapped his hands.

The head of Shagou and his woman Sha pheasant did not dare to resist. Under the close supervision of the armed police and the gendarmerie, he led the wolves' advance troops to their capital "Wusa City". On the way, he tried several times to escape and warn the government army, but failed. The two couples were beaten black and blue by rough soldiers. Two more long front teeth of Shagou were knocked out.

The sky is slightly bright, and the wind is hunting, and it is snowing heavily in the gloomy sky. The wolves sent the army forward in the wind and snow. The sand dog couple suddenly found that the shaman-armed scout horse was moving frequently, and there were also many winged flying monsters flying back and forth in the sky. Obviously, there was an abnormal situation in front of them.

Soon, a patrol cavalry of the Sand people army of more than 2,000 people accidentally appeared in front of him. For this unexpected encounter, Colonel An Yinger on horseback said, "What the hell! Discovered-"

"We must kill them before we disturb the government army, or we and the wolves behind us will die!" An Zitong, an independent brigade of armed police, said murderously.

"Wow--

With the long horn, the Sha patrol militia, which found an abnormal situation, did not seem to be too aware of the seriousness of the situation, and the team fanned and approached the target tentatively.

Looking at the two fierce and cold beautiful officers sitting on the mount in front of them and preparing for a hard battle, the self-righteous sand dog vaguely felt that it was not good. He secretly approached the horse and pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

Then I heard the red-haired female gendarmerie officer say to the cold police officer in black uniform: "Zitong, these two thousand pigs, you can know that they are local soldiers by looking at the weapons and equipment. When we see who kills more, the losers will perform in front of their subordinates**. Do you dare to gamble?"

"Hum, speaking of killing several times, our armed police are the ancestors of your gendarmerie. Wait to take off your clothes, **!" An Zitong's face was pale, with a knife in his hand, and shouted: "Meet on a narrow road--"

The wolves' advance army drew knives and horses together and echoed: "The brave win! Kill--"