The twin brothers knelt down and couldn't get up. They held one of Liu Hongjian's feet and placed their heads on Liu Hongjian's military boots.

"Hey, what are you doing? Get up to me~!" Faced with the ancient allegiance ceremony of the ancient people in the alliance, Liu Hongjian became a little uncomfortable.

He had just gotten used to soldiers who were much older than him to kneel down to him, and now the two of them actually kissed his mud-filled shoes.

Kuoduan quickly passed the message, and then the two stood up.

Liu Hongjian was 1.78 meters tall. These two men and Niu Dabiao were both half a head taller than Liu Hongjian.

"Aji? Agou? You don't even have a surname. This name doesn't sound nice. From now on, your boss will be called Liu Hu, and your second brother will be called Liu Bao!

Kuoduan, from now on, I will teach them five great Ming verses every night, just teach us the common words, tell them that if they can’t finish the task, there will be no food to eat!”

These two are tall and big, and they have their own specialties. I think they will be good at fighting, but they don’t know how to speak in the Ming Dynasty.

"Six tigers, loyal to them, master." Aji seemed to understand a little, and stammered out the six words "Da Ming".

"It's Liu, Ersheng, Leyou Liu, well, it's not bad, I'll heal well first." Liu Hongjian patted Liu Hu on the shoulder to show his praise.

After Liu Hongjian said that, he planned to go out for some breath. Liu Hu and Liu Bao immediately followed each other and followed each other. Niu Dabangchui was stunned.

Damn, where am I standing?

...

It was already the hour of Hai, and the entire camp was still busy. Wang Yuanba ran around to arrange soldiers on duty from all sides.

This is behind the enemy, with enemies in front, behind, and on the left and right. No one knows whether the Tartars will attack from all directions in the middle of the night. He must strengthen his defense.

"Sir, I found many slaves from the surrounding Tartar herders' homes. Many of them were Han people, and they... were miserable..." Lu Haibo, the general of the border army, came on his own.

"Han people?" Liu Hongjian frowned. Are they the Han people who were robbed by the Tartars outside the pass?

"Did you bring them here?"

"I brought it, and outside the camp, there were also those herders and low-ranking officials who were also arrested..." This was a good act, but Lu Haibo was really angry when he saw those compatriots.

"Take them to the camp, I want to see them!" Liu Hongjian did not reprimand.

Shaoqing, hundreds of ragged men and women came in outside the camp, and then a large number of Tartar herders rushed in.

Both groups of people were timid, especially those herdsmen. The order from the above was that the surrendered ones would not be killed, but they thought they had just changed a leader, but now they are worried about their fate.

"Who are you Han people?" Liu Hongjian said in a deep voice to the group of sloppy slaves on the right.

After Liu Hong gradually said that none of the hundreds of men and women spoke, all of whom were trembling with their heads lowered. They were already afraid of being beaten, and those who dared to resist were dead.

"The one standing in front of you is Duke An of the Ming Dynasty. Lord is here to rescue you. If you can speak Ming Dynasty, stand up quickly, and Lord will naturally make the decision for you!"

Lu Haibo took a few steps forward and shouted loudly.

There was still no one talking, and the torch reflected the wooden faces of the group of slaves. Several male slaves were so scared that they cried in fear of the suppressed atmosphere.

Liu Hongjian examined this group of so-called Han people and decided to give them another chance.

If this group of people still chooses to remain silent within five breaths, then he will immediately let the group of people go away.

People who have lost their blood and courage are better than to save them. Such people will be confused wherever they go.

Sad to his misfortune and angered him not to fight!

Liu Hongjian closed his eyes and waited quietly.

"Master, I am a Han. Before my father died, my family was from Weilianshan Post Station in Ningyuan. Master, save me." A woman with disheveled hair finally couldn't bear it and plucked up her courage. She cried and squeezed out of the crowd and knelt on the ground.

"Raise your head!" Seeing that the first person who came out was actually a woman, Liu Hongjian couldn't help but despise the group of male slaves.

The woman was ordered and raised her head stubbornly, and used her hands to push away her dirty hair, revealing her scarred face.

Half of her face was almost ruined, and there were many scars on her arms under the flames. It would be fine if the scar was on the soldier, but there was clearly a woman in front of her...

"How did the injuries on your body come from?" Liu Hongjian glared at the Tartar herder, asking almost knowingly, and his tone changed.

"Sir, it's my... the master burned it with a soldering iron..."

The winter on the Menggu Grassland is extremely cold. When the disaster comes, even the native herders will have many frozen deaths, not to mention these Han people from the Ming Dynasty.

Most of these hundreds of Han slaves had signs of frostbite.

He was scalded by a soldering iron and had no medicine to heal himself, whether in winter or summer, it was extremely difficult to heal himself. God knows how this woman survived.

"Why did your master burn you with a soldering iron?" Liu Hongjian was breathing heavily. Niu Dabangcui knew that this was his master who was holding back his anger.

"Sir, because... I washed my master's clothes..." The woman with scars on her face cried in a low voice.

"If you wash the clothes, it's because the clothes are too torn. You'll be burned by a soldering iron? Who is your master? Find him for me!" Liu Hongjian almost shouted.

Not only Liu Hongjian, but also the soldiers and generals gathered behind him were all furious.

The woman turned her head and looked at the herdsmen's team on the left.

Although most herders do not understand the Ming Dynasty, they still have an ominous premonition, they are all evasive, fearing that they will be chosen by this woman.

"It's him!" The woman pointed at one of the middle-aged Mongolian men with a big belly.

"#...&%&##@#" The Tartar herder knew something was wrong and kept talking nonstop.

"Come on, arrest him for me!" Liu Hongjian was angry.

He originally wanted to let these herders go, but now it seems that this decision has made many border soldiers feel uncomfortable.

Over the years, only the border soldiers have understood what kind of ravages and destruction the people of the Ming Dynasty outside the pass have suffered, and many border soldiers have their own relatives.

"Kneel down!" Two border soldiers dragged the herdsman and kicked Liu Hongjian three or four steps in front of him.

"Mr. Bing, my family is from Guangning. I was captured by them ten years ago. I am a Han native."

"I'm from Liaoyang..."

"I'm from Songshan..."

...

It’s not that this group of people dare not show up. It’s because they have suffered too much from this group of herders over the years, and they are afraid of being beaten.

Seeing that the young general was really helping them, and most of the soldiers around him were in the Ming army uniforms that had been missing for a long time, some Han slaves who still had memories stood up and pointed out the Tartar herders who tortured them for many years.

"Zu Qiuqing!" Liu Hongjian stared at the Tartar herder who was kneeling on the ground in front of him.
Chapter completed!