Yue Fei and Mao Zixing took 2oo people to ambush on both sides of a must-pass road leading to Gangcha City. The spies in front came to report that a group of Tubo people who were fleeing in a hurry were coming in this direction. They knew that their chance had come.

In the past few days, they have almost wiped out all the Tubo stubborn members around who dared to resist. They did not capture them like other Tubo tribes treat them as treasures, which made these grateful Tubo civilians send them some tsampa, milk and other food.

There was a little brat who had not even wiped away the slug. When Mao Zixing and others were only 10 meters away, he hurriedly put down the pot full of horse milk wine in his hand, turned around and ran away. The child accepted his child's life, and he was even more afraid that these people would pull his birds around like a spring. In the past, those horse bandits who were dressed the same as the people in front of him liked to play with his birds.

He didn't understand why his mother asked him to give him the only can of horse milk wine in the house. He had been greedy for a long time and couldn't drink it at all. He didn't understand why his mother used this good thing to please these people.

"Kid, stop." Mao Zixing chased the little brat who ran away like crazy. When Mao Zixing found that he could not catch up with a little brat in his teens, his face became increasingly ugly. His bearded face became redder and redder because of shame or just exercise. It was not until the child ran away that he stopped to take a breath. What did this go with? Even a child could not catch up with him. He looked back. Fortunately, the night faded and his embarrassing appearance would not be seen by others.

The empty pot was casually placed aside by him, and he was still making excuses for his embarrassment just now. Perhaps it was this pot that hindered his running pace.

This time he just wanted to return the pottery jar to the Tubo boy, and give him some money and exchanges. This is the principle of being a human being.

Mao Zixing felt a gust of wind coming from behind. There was no doubt that the little boy was back. Just as Mao Zixing turned around and wanted to catch him, the little Tubo boy slipped away from him like a loach. Mao Zixing had the heart to jump into the river this time, but he still couldn't catch up with the boy holding a pottery jar. His wisdom for this life was completely destroyed in his own hands.

With a "bang", the sound of the little boy's pot falling to the ground came from the front. When Mao Zixing hurriedly chased after him, the little boy's knees were bleeding, and the tiles cut a deep hole in his knees, and blood flowed. The little boy didn't want to continue running, because he was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered now. When Mao Zixing approached him, he first protected his little bird.

Mao Zixing went over and pulled the little boy's hand. The little boy was so scared that he cried loudly. He knew that he would be shot by someone again today, but he was powerless.

When Mao Zixing demonstrated for him and asked him to press his thighs, he calmed down. The man had no interest in his little quizzi. The fierce-looking bearded man grinded a kind of medicine powder from his arms to stop the bleeding, then pulled off a piece of rag from his body and helped him to thrust the bleeding position. Only then did he realize that this bearded man was not a bad person.

The bearded man even sent him home. When his mother was so grateful that she carried out a can of horse milk wine again, the little boy was more angry. Why did his mother finally hide her from him and be so generous to outsiders? Later, I learned that his mother wanted to find a stepfather for him. On that day, when he saw this bearded man killing the evil man who often bullied them in the tribe, his mother fell in love with the bearded man.

The bearded man touched his head and stuffed some money into his mother's hand. He quickly disappeared. The little boy read some information from the bearded man's eyes that he shouldn't understand at this age. His mother was wishful thinking. When the bearded man left, he didn't see his mother in person. The little boy didn't know whether he should be glad or disappointed. He didn't hate this beard anyway. If he really wanted to make this beard his father, he wouldn't mind. If they were going to have a baby, it would be unforgivable. The family was already poor and could not get rid of the blame. If another one came, he was afraid that he wouldn't have the chance to eat tsampa.

The next day, the little boy went to deliver some warm food to those hiding in the woods. The bearded man was eating some bloody prey raw. He didn't understand why they didn't roast the prey on fire? Until the nervous-looking bearded man hurriedly ran over and pressed his straight body into the grass, he realized that the bearded man was waiting for a group of people, and this group seemed to be very important to them. In order not to reveal their whereabouts, they lived a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

A team of panicked and listless knights ran across the avenue. The little boy recognized the guy who was leading the guy. They were in the same group as those in the tribe who often bullied their mother and son. He once poured them wine for them himself, and it was this guy who proposed to play him. The little boy didn't know what was going on, but he was not afraid at all by the bearded man. He just watched the group quietly enter the encirclement of the bearded man and others.

A young man riding a beautiful dark horse rushed out of the grass opposite, and then, a group of big men dressed like big beards rushed out from behind him.

Before these Tubo people could react, they were treated by the bearded men. They took clean and neat moves, and they didn't leave any living, but just took away the man who had hit the head and splashed his own bird.

The little boy didn't understand what these people wanted the corpse of the man who was leading the way. He really wanted to follow them to see it, but his legs were inconvenient. They walked towards the direction of Gangchacheng. When the night fell, they left like this.

‘Thashi Dele’ This is the word that the bearded man said to the little boy before he left. He was actually blessing himself. He touched his head again. The little boy would not mind making him his stepfather now. This person is too good to beat him. If he is willing to teach him these things, no one dares to bully him in the future.

The little boy followed with curiosity on his own pony. When he arrived, the bearded man and his men took down the indestructible Gangcha City. The Tubo people who had not had time to put on their clothes were slaughtered in their sleep. With these two more people, they took down the Gangcha City, which was as iron as a bronze wall.
Chapter completed!