Da Ming started to ascend the throne

Chapter 234

"Grandpa, the number of cattle, sheep and horses we graze seems to be missing. I don't know if they were eaten by ferocious beasts, or they ran away to other places, woo woo woo..."

On the grassland deep in the desert, a scrawny little boy in ragged clothes hugged a blind old man and cried bitterly.

Although the old man knew in his heart that disaster was imminent, he still touched his grandson's head and comforted him:

"Dogs don't cry, it's fine, these beasts know their way, and they will come back soon, don't cry, don't cry, I, a man of Ming Dynasty, can't just cry casually."

Gou'er wiped away his tears and stopped crying:

"Grandpa, you call me Daming and Daming every day. We live an inhuman life here. Not only do we not have enough food and clothing, but we are often beaten and scolded by them. Our parents are tortured to death by them. You Daming Why has the army never appeared, don't lie to the dog."

The old man looked up to the south of the desert. Although he couldn't see it with his eyes, he could feel that he was looking in the direction of Daming.

"Dog, the grassland is so big, it will be difficult for our Ming army to find here for a while, we have to believe that Da Ming will not ignore us, one day, we will see Da Ming's iron hooves stepping on the grassland..."

While the old man was talking, a few Han children came not far away to help the Mongolians herd herds. They were all about thirteen or fourteen years old.

These children were all dressed like dogs, and they were also skinny, sallow and emaciated, and looked severely malnourished.

"Dog, I can't talk to your grandfather anymore, the tartars are here, let's go find cattle and sheep..."

Hearing that the tartars were coming, the old man trembled and hurriedly urged the dog to leave quickly. The dog let go of his grandfather and followed the children.

The old man's name is Huang An. His whole family was plundered by the Tartars more than ten years ago, and the other children's parents were all robbed by the Tartars.

These Han people were sent to the Horqin tribe as gifts by the captives, and they were slaves to the Mongolian Tartars here. They were all born on the grasslands.

Ever since they could walk, they became slaves of the Tartars, working with their parents to herd herds for the Tartars. Both of their parents died early, unable to bear the torture and humiliation of the Tartars.

The children started grazing when they were very young, and the Tatars only gave them some leftovers to eat, and even if they ate leftovers, they didn't give them enough to eat. They only had one dinner for one day of grazing.

As long as they don't like it, the children will be whipped with a horsewhip immediately. If the animal is lost, basically there will be no way to survive, and they will be beaten to death if they starve to death.

Huang An's eyes were beaten blind for talking to the children, and then abandoned by the Tartars on the vast grassland.

Fortunately, the children met him while grazing. If the children hadn't saved a little food for Huang An every day, he would have starved to death on the grassland.

"Da da……"

Suddenly there was a sound of hoofbeats, and more than a dozen war horses quickly came to the children. The people who sat on the horses were also some children, and they were all Tartar children.

Without these Han children, the Tartars, whether adults or children, would have to graze the herds themselves, but now it is different, they have all become the little masters of these Han children.

These little Tartars are worse than the old Tartars, and they often bully the Han slaves in different ways. If they don't obey, they will beat them immediately, and they will starve for two days.

One meal a day, already starving to death, and two days without food, will basically starve to death, which child would dare to resist.

The little Tartars came to Gou'er and the others and reined in their war horses. Without saying a word, they raised their whips and whipped them, but the Gou'ers didn't seem to feel any pain.

They didn't dare to resist, and they didn't dare to show dissatisfaction, otherwise more cruel things would happen.

Seeing that the dogs were honest, the little tartars were very satisfied. They laughed and jumped off their horses, then stretched their legs in unison and shouted:

"Come here, go through the dragon gate, the best performer will be rewarded with a steamed bun, the slowest one and the dog who touched the grandpa's leg will not be allowed to eat for a day."

This is one of the ways the little Tartars make fun. If Han children want to survive, they not only have to herd and work, but also have to bear the humiliation of the little Tartars every day.

The purpose of the Tartars in doing this is to make the Han children never be able to raise their heads and let the Han children always remember that the Tartars are always the masters of the Han people.

Just like that, Gouwa and the others began to walk across the crotch lying on the ground, originally very skilled movements, Gouwa may have thought about the lost cattle and sheep, worried about being beaten to death, and accidentally touched the tartar's calf.

The little tartar was furious, he raised his leg and kicked Gouwa over, then he raised his horsewhip and began to whip him. Soon many bloody welts appeared on Gouwa's face.

Seeing Gouwa being beaten, the other children were both angry and frightened, and accidentally touched the little Tartar's legs, which made the little Tartars very upset, and they raised their horsewhips one after another.

"Little Han dogs, you want to rebel today, don't you, first let you taste the taste of the horsewhip."

"Clap clap clap..."

More than a dozen leather whips lashed Gouwa and other children firmly, making a crackling sound that could be heard far away on the grassland.

But none of the children begged for mercy, all gritted their teeth and remained silent.

Seeing that the children didn't complain of pain, the little tartars felt it was meaningless, and they yelled loudly as if they were whipping:
"Little Han dog, you bark, bark quickly, and bark like a dog..."

"Clap clap clap..."

Even though the whip was whipped on the skin and bones, Gou Wa waited for the children without making a sound.

"Angry into the crown, relying on the lantern, Xiaoxiaoyu rests.

Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.

Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon.

Don't wait for idleness, white the young head, empty and sad.

The shame of Jingkang is still unsettled; when will the hatred of courtiers disappear?Drive a long car and step through the gaps in Helan Mountain.

Aspirations hungry for the Hulu meat, and laughed and thirst for the blood of the Huns.

Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que. "

Suddenly a singing sound came, and it was the blind old man Huang An. Although he couldn't see the scene, he could hear the sound of the whip whipping the children.

The old man was so sad that he couldn't help singing Yue Fei's Man Jianghong.

The children have never been to school and don't know what Manjianghong is, but the poetry in the old man's mouth made them feel excited and proud.

Gou Wa stood up slowly, staring angrily at the little tartar who beat him.

Then the other Han children stood up, and they all glared at the little Tartars.

The little Tartars were taken aback by the sudden reaction of Gou Wa and the others, and then burst out laughing:

"That's right, should it be like this, come on, fight back, hit us, a bunch of bastards..."

"You let go, do you want to rebel?"

Before they finished speaking, Gou Wa and the others suddenly reached out to grab the drawn whip, grabbed it with their backhands and began to beat the little tartars.

"Clap clap..."

"Ah... Oh, it hurts so much. You Han dogs dare to fight back. Not one of you wants to live today."

Don't look at these little Tartars, they are all fat and fat, but they are all spoiled and spoiled, but in real fights, they are far from the opponents of Gou Wa and other children.

Gou Wa and others have suffered a lot since they were young. Although they often don't have enough to eat, they have been running with animals on the grassland all year round, but they have developed their strength.

The little Tartars didn't even have a chance to fight back, and soon they all fell to the ground and cried out in pain.

"Let you bastards bully people, we're going to return it today, come on, let's feed the little tartars.

The anger that had been squeezed in their hearts for many years broke out completely today. The children temporarily forgot their fears, untied their belts one after another, and each gave the little tartar a childish look.

(End of this chapter)