Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 395 The Twin Brothers
"Master Bing, my son is inside, I only have this son, please spare my son..."

"Go away, if you continue to yell and disturb the supervisor to drink, I will kill you!"

"Ouch—you dare to do it, brothers, chop them off for me!"

"What happened? Why did you make a move?" Liu Hongjian asked with a flagon in his hand.

The yurt was too stuffy, and Liu Hongjian was sweating a lot. Just as he was about to go out for a stroll, he heard arguing coming from the gate of the camp.

"Master Supervisor, this herdsman is making trouble unreasonably, and even instigated his subordinates to hurt people. The humble officer is about to punish them on the spot!" The frontier flag officer on duty was full of fighting spirit.

The people of the Ming Dynasty were able to be so confident outside the pass, thanks to the achievements of their subordinates. In the past, when the Ming army was weak, they could not wait to see the Tartars and run away. The Tartars called them "turtle sons" outside the city wall, and they dared not speak back.

Now 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, the Ming army's siege of the city is like a broken bamboo, and the Tartars are retreating steadily, and this role is reversed.

"My lord, my slave didn't do anything. Just now, the soldier pushed me, but my slave just blocked me. Please, my lord, please spare my son!"

This herdsman is also a sensible person. Seeing that the arrogant soldier was so respectful to the young man in front of him, he knew that a really powerful person was coming, and fell to his knees with a plop.

"Why did your son come to this officer's camp?" The night was long and the breeze was blowing, and Liu Hongjian was too idle to take care of such trivial matters.

He didn't listen to the words of the little flag officer on duty. Compared to this, what the old herdsman said was more credible.

After all, none of the soldiers of the Ming army were injured, and the two slovenly men beside the old herdsman were all dressed in shabby rotten clothes, one arm was bleeding, and one shoulder was red, presumably it was written by the border army .

"My lord, my son was originally in this camp. He was a soldier under the second leader of Oma, and now... now..." The herdsman became hesitant when he spoke.

"Now I am a prisoner of my Daming!" The banner official interrupted suddenly, he was very disdainful to this old herdsman.

"Officer, please spare my son, he was forcibly conscripted by the second leader, and this is the only son left in my family, I am willing to exchange these two slaves for my son!"

The old herdsman became anxious when he heard this, knelt down, kowtowed, and begged for mercy.

"Oh? You still have slaves in your family!" Liu Hongjian raised the corner of his mouth, showing interest.

"My lord, there are constant disputes among the tribes of Menggu, and any tribe that loses will become a slave!" Seeing Liu Hongjian's puzzled face, Babara quickly explained.

"Then, what are the advantages of your slaves?" Liu Hongjian asked.

The wrinkles on the old herdsman's face suddenly reminded Liu Hongjian of his father.

If he was captured and his life was in danger, his father would probably rush into the enemy camp like this.

It seems appropriate to exchange two for one. Seeing that these two scruffy boys are tall and powerful, it is definitely not a loss.

"My lord, my two slaves are twin brothers. The elder one has great strength, and the second one can run faster than a dog. He is a good herdsman!" The old herdsman heard about the drama, and immediately praised his slave.

"Aji, hurry up, move that iron pier here!" Fearing that Liu Hongjian would not believe it, the old herdsman patrolled around, pointing to the pile of iron objects that the Ming army had just confiscated from the camp.

This tie dunzi is still a semi-finished product, and it needs to be forged again if it is to be made into a weapon.

With the current level of science and technology of the ancients in Mengmeng, iron could not be smelted. Liu Hongjian snorted coldly in his heart, thinking of the eight big tigers in Shanxi that he killed in a row last year.

Come to think of it, this Tie Dunzi was all made by them.

Hiss - it's just that this thing is too big, it looks like it weighs two to three hundred catties, is this old chrysanthemum a lie to me, how can one person move it?

The slave named Aji got the order, glanced at Liu Hongjian, saw Liu Hongjian nodded, and then walked slowly to Tie Dunzi.

This guy... even knows that he only dares to act with the approval of the official. It seems that not all Menggu people are as upright as Baba La. Liu Hongjian nodded secretly, but he still held a negative attitude towards this old chrysanthemum's statement.

I saw the Tartar slave spread his arms and hugged Tie Dunzi, then frowned and gritted his teeth hard, the bones on his body cracked, which surprised the surrounding soldiers secretly.

But it seems that this slave is not light and handy, after trying twice, it still can't be lifted.

"Aji, you don't usually do this, hurry up and use your strength!" The old herdsman was anxious, if he couldn't move it, it meant he couldn't rescue his cub.

He had spent all the savings that his family had plundered over the years before he found out that his son was still alive. If he couldn't be rescued now, wouldn't it be a waste of money?
"Yeah-hey!" The slave named Aji yelled when he heard the master's urging, and Tie Dunzi responded.

The slave turned around with Tie Dunzi in his arms, and walked slowly with heavy steps, with bulging veins on his forehead and two bulging jaws, and the wound on his arm was bleeding faster due to the huge pressure.

He struggled to get between his master and Liu Hongjian, every step was very heavy, and the master didn't order him to put it down, so he could only hold on, with blood dripping from his elbows.

"Let's put it down, it's good, it's really strong." Liu Hongjian couldn't bear it, it's so fucking inhuman!
The slave didn't listen to Liu Hongjian's words, but turned around to look at his master with difficulty.

"Put it down!" After the old chrysanthemum finished speaking, there was a thud, and Tie Dunzi hit the ground, making a big hole.

The slave named Aji moved his muscles and bones a little, pressed the wound on his right arm with his left hand, and stood silently behind the old chrysanthemum.

"Guy, what's the matter? Do you want to try Agou's skills?" Old Chrysanthemum asked Liu Hongjian happily after hearing Liu Hongjian's good words.

"No need, this banner officer, go and take him to claim it!" Liu Hongjian said to the banner officer on duty just now.

"Yes, I obey your orders!" The Master Superintendent spoke, and the flag officer dared not refute even if he felt uncomfortable.

"Thank you, lord, I will thank lord on behalf of my son!" Old Chrysanthemum couldn't help being overjoyed when she finally rescued her son.

"Don't get too excited, all the prisoners will have their foreheads tattooed, even if you want to take them away, you still have to have them tattooed!" These prisoners were going to be sent to the interior of the Ming Dynasty to dig coal, so Liu Hongjian came up with the idea of ​​tattooing in order to distinguish them.

A prisoner tattooed on his forehead indicates that he is a prisoner outside the customs, so that even if there is an accident, the government can easily arrest him.

"This... just stab it, as long as it can save my son." Old Chrysanthemum frowned slightly and agreed.

After all, compared with freedom, a tattoo on the forehead is nothing.

"Let's do it for the humble job!" The frontier flag officer replied darkly, as if he had found some kind of balance in his heart.

"Old Chang, take the two of them to wash and change their clothes, pay attention to protect the wound, and bring them to see me in the tent after work!"

(End of this chapter)