This means that if they want to find Fang Laosan, they have to go to the farthest border, and maybe even enter the territory of the Tartars.
That's not enough.
The most turbulent part of the entire Dayu Dynasty was the frontiers, and the northern frontier was the most turbulent. The Tartars had a ferocious character. Once they encountered them, they would either die or be injured.
The further you go to the border, the higher the possibility of encountering Tartars.
This can be seen from the ruins on the roadside and the increasing number of bones that cannot be distinguished from humans or animals. Northern Xinjiang is really not a kind place.
"Boss, do we have to deliver these things?" After seeing an obvious skull, Wang Xiaosong was trembling. "If it doesn't work, let's do it next time. Next time, bring Jiang San and Jiang Si."
This way you don’t have to worry about your skull being separated from the back of your head.
Zheng Ruqian sighed, "Forget it if we can't find the third child, but we have to keep a stronghold in Northern Xinjiang."
You can't just go back with your tail between your legs after all your hard work.
"Okay, let's go to the village, to a place with many people." Wang Xiaosong was about to cry, "This kind of remote snowy land is really scary."
The two men turned the reins and rushed towards the village where the smoke was coming out.
I thought it would be safe, but I didn't expect that places with smoke are the most dangerous.
In January and February after the New Year, it was the lean period when the Tartars had eaten up all their stocks and had no new food. The barren land and cold climate destined them to not have enough to eat, and their children were destined to starve to death.
In order to survive and continue their descendants, they rode horses and held long knives, rushing into the courtyards where smoke was rising.
This is the territory of the Dayu Dynasty, and the abundant food from the south of the Yangtze River is transported here every year and distributed to the same hungry frontier people.
There is meat, vegetables, rice and noodles.
As long as everyone in the village is killed, the food will be theirs.
The Tartars were laughing and laughing. After the sentries found out that there was no ambush, they each shouldered their long knives and rushed into the village unscrupulously, causing chickens and ducks to bark wildly, cats and dogs to wail, and donkeys and horses to neigh.
Only there was no human panic.
Because the horse was fast enough and the knife was sharp enough, the people in the village had already separated their bodies before they could recover from the laughter.
One, and another, and another.
Dayu's head rolled to the ground, stained with beautiful red snowflakes.
"Okay, okay." The Tartars shouted excitedly, "Kill, grab food, eat enough, and take women."
The bloodthirsty nature hidden in his bones was boiling to the extreme at this moment.
They killed all the men and children, robbed all the rice, noodles, meat and vegetables, and also robbed young women who could give birth to life.
As soon as the sword rose and fell, the peaceful and peaceful village disappeared.
By the time Zheng Ruqian and Wang Xiaosong arrived, the killing was coming to an end, and there was silence all around. Only a vague fishy smell floated in the air, a bit like the smell when Aunt Zhang killed chickens and ducks, but stronger.
"There's smoke coming out. The meat should be cooked. Why does it smell like this?" Wang Xiaosong muttered.
Zheng Ruqian said nothing, only feeling his heart beating rapidly, as if something disturbing was about to happen.
He quickly stopped his horse and was about to turn around and leave, but it was too late.
A Tartar covered in blood walked out of the village, holding a handful of long hair in his hand. At the end of the long hair was a young woman who was being dragged away. She could no longer tell whether she was dead or alive.
Seeing the two people on the carriage, he smiled contemptuously, "Death is coming."
After saying that, he threw away the long-haired woman and got on his horse.
"Go, go, go." Zheng Ruqian turned the reins around like crazy, "Go quickly, horse, go quickly."
Theoretically, the carriage could not outrun the horse, but at this moment, the old horse turned around and ran wildly as if it had become spiritual, causing the two people on the carriage to jolt and vibrate, turning pale.
The Tartars chased after him, whistling with great interest, as if they were teasing livestock.
He knew that the two people in the carriage could not escape.
The things in the carriage will also become trophies.
"My boss, my boss all blames me." Wang Xiaosong gradually collapsed, "If I had known that we would continue walking in the dense forest, we would not come to the village. If we died, my sister would be so sad."
"The girl has other brothers, but I am the only sister. How will she survive if I leave."
As he spoke, he burst into tears and didn't even care if Can Xue hit it in his mouth.
The cry was heard from behind, and the Tartars on horseback suddenly laughed, as if they were mocking the cowardly and incompetent people of Dayu, or they were mocking the two monkeys who were teased.
"Stop crying." Zheng Ruqian shouted, "You can't die, and neither can I."
My sister has five brothers, but each brother's love is different. Each brother must protect her and watch her grow up happily.
The second brother has not yet bought his sister embroidered shoes inlaid with Dongzhu, nor has he paved the transportation lines throughout the Dayu Dynasty, nor has he made enough satisfactory money.
How could he die.
He cannot die.
But he was still going to die.
The Tartars behind seemed tired of teasing, so they rushed forward faster and swung their sword at Zheng Ruqian's neck.
In just the blink of an eye, Zheng Laoer's skull will be buried deep in the snow of northern Xinjiang, becoming one of the countless souls who died in vain.
It's too late, it's fast.
Wang Xiaosong suddenly hugged Zheng Ruqian and shouted his last words, "My boss, if you survive, remember to be nice to my sister and find her a good husband."
Some people live in this world just to live, while some people can create greater value and more benefits.
There is no doubt that Zheng Ruqian is the latter, and Wang Xiaosong thinks he is the former.
If only they died together, if only one of them was destined to survive, Wang Xiaosong hoped it would be his boss.
"Xiaosong..." Zheng Ruqian was stunned.
There are not many people in this world who can sacrifice themselves for each other. It is normal for a brother to sacrifice himself for his sister, but Wang Xiaosong and him are just in an employment relationship, one owner and one permanent employee.
I have never seen a long-term worker who is willing to sacrifice his life for his employer. If he can escape by chance this time, he must gain a lot of money.
Zheng Ruqian was thinking wildly, feeling that time was so long for the first time.
The swung knife, Wang Xiaosong's tears, Jiang Sheng's red eyes, and the brothers' silent expressions all flashed through his mind.
When he came to his senses, the blade had already struck Wang Xiaosong's neck.
Judging from the strength and angle, he was probably planning to cut off two heads with one blow.
Wang Xiaosong miscalculated and risked his life in vain. If he hid, he might be able to survive until someone rescued him.
This was Zheng Ruqian's last thought before losing consciousness.
