Without an inch of land is unnecessary, this sentence is undoubtedly correct to look at it in the long river of history.

However, it may not be right at some time.

There is a clear proof right now.

South of the Xilamulun River, west of the Laoha River, and north of the Great Wall, it was originally a tribe such as Kalaqin and Wengniute.

The place where the derivation and resting was caused by the rise of Hanhai Kingdom, which led to a sharp decline in Dingkou. Not only that, the vast grassland north of the Xilamulun River was originally the traditional grassland of tribes such as Zarut, Arukorqin, and Balin, and was also dying due to the repeated strangulation of Hanhai Kingdom.

By the beginning of the 13th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty (1640), with the Silamulun River and Laoha River as the center, this area successively gave birth to many ethnic groups in the Wuhuan→Yuwen Xianbei→Kumoxi→Khitan (a heritage), and the place where Khitan rose seemed to be completely empty.

Moreover, this situation has been going on for several years.

Since this fast place is dominated by plateaus and mountains, it has pastures, but it is not as good as the Great Plain of Gyeonggi north of the Silamulun River, east of the Silamulun River, and even the valleys and hillsides, it is not as good as the Great Plain of Gyeonggi south of the Great Wall.

But for Han farmers who regard land as life and herders who regard grasslands as their lifeblood, nothing is a problem. Moreover, the total area of ​​this land is as high as 50,000 square kilometers, which is as big as five Nebuchu grasslands. The temperature is far warmer than the Nebuchu grasslands, so there is no reason to let it be empty.

But it just became empty.

On this day, a thriller came here by chance and was shocked to see this situation. After a lot of hard work, he encountered some farmers in a mountain basin who hunted and farmed. It is said that they were descendants of Han farmers who were captured by Yelu Abaoji during the Great Liao Dynasty and the people of the King of Nanyuan.

"Oh, it's a long story"

The old man sat on the ridge of the hillside field and whipped a mouthful of dry tobacco. Perhaps the dry tobacco was not rolled strong enough and the smoke was very large. The fungus that accidentally broke into this "paradise" kept coughing.

The old man ignored it, his yellow-brown face covered with gullies was calm. While smoking, he turned his turbid eyes to the almost dry stream at the foot of the mountain.

"There is a legend in the mountains that is spread randomly and cannot be counted."

"Please say it, always"

"A few years ago, there was a big war on this land."

"Can it be that the Hanhai Kingdom and the Qing Kingdom..."

"Hanhai Kingdom? I have never heard of it. I heard that they came from far north and were even more north than the places where the Mongols lived. They called themselves Soren people, about seven or eight years ago. I can't remember the specific time. They had a mere 10,000 people ambushed the Great Jin Kingdom, which had just been plundered from the Ming Kingdom in the Qingshan Laohe area."

"Great Jin Kingdom? You!"

The pervert seemed a little angry, and his anger disappeared in a flash.

"All of them are descendants of the Han people in the Liao Kingdom. How did he, a mountain villager, know that after Liao, the Jin Kingdom, the first country name after the rise of Jiannu in Liaodong was also Jin. With the knowledge of these rural villagers, I'm afraid I can only remember the Jin Kingdom."

The old man continued to squeeze the dry tobacco, not realizing that the figure on the opposite side was a handsome face but was a psychological change in the costume of a man.

"Ah..., after that battle, the entire Luan River was blocked by corpses. Several tribes of the Mongolians who were originally quite majestic in the Laohe area of ​​Qingcheng disappeared."

“Disappeared?”

"Haha, it was actually slaughtered by the Sorens"

“…”

"The legend you always say..."

"Young man, don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet. Since then, there has been a saying in the Laohe area of ​​Qingcheng."

"What a rumor?"

"This place has been cursed, it is the place controlled by the god of death. Anyone who comes in will definitely not stay for long..."

The young man asked anxiously: "Then you..."

"Haha, it's been hundreds of years since the young old man's ancestors came here, so he shouldn't be considered a stranger."

The young man's eyes lit up, "How many places are there like the villages here?"

"I don't know, we all live in simplicity and rarely have any connection with the outside world. We just come out every six months and buy some necessities."

"Then how did you learn about those things?"

"grim Reaper"

At this time, the old man finally finished smoking a bag of dry tobacco. When he finished speaking, he also smoked his face. It was obvious that he was very afraid of the "God of Death".

The young man curled his lips, "Zi doesn't say anything about strange powers and gods..." As soon as he said that, he suddenly realized how this rural villager could recognize these things, and quickly changed his sentence: "Is there really that... death god?"

The old man said casually: "Not only has it, but also has seen it."

"Oh?" After hearing this, the young man was not afraid, but calmed down.

"This is another legend. After the war, two or three small tribes of Duoyan Mongolians came in to graze, but without exception, they all disappeared within a month. Some were obviously slaughtered. From large to small, no one left in the tribe was left, and all were killed."

"There are also tents, and the guys are all fine, but the animals are gone."

"Dear did it?"

"The little old man is not sure, but the disappearance and demise of these tribes must have nothing to do with them."

"them?"

"That was a group of horse thieves, with thirty-six people. They were usually black-clad horses wearing masks, claiming that they came to clean up the land on behalf of the god of death. One day... the little old man accidentally saw them on the mountain."

The young man was completely relieved at this time, "What kind of death is that the horse thief is pretending to be a god and fooling around, and intimidating these rural villagers so that they can act freely. Those absurd remarks such as curses are probably also released."

However, there was a question in his mind, "Old man, even if a Mongolian tribe has fewer people, there are hundreds of households. The size of a hundred households can be at least one hundred horses, and the worst is fifty horses. Fifty horses, they still grew up on horseback. After all, they have some combat power, how can they..."

"This little old man doesn't know," the old man clapped his hands and stood up. He was not like an old man in his fifties and sixties. The young man's heart moved, and a smile appeared on his face. "I didn't see that the old man is still a trainee."

"It's very good at practicing my family." The old man didn't care. "Our villages have been here since the Daliao region. In addition to being hidden, they naturally have the power to protect themselves."

He looked at the young man and asked, "Look at your appearance, you are dressed well, and you seem to be a scholar, but your joints are thick and your mouth is covered with calluses. Although you look a little flustered, you are always calm. It's not simple. You came from the other side of the wall."

The other side of the wall is the other end of the Great Wall.

The young man smiled and said, "The old man has good eyesight and travels around to expand his experiences. He heard that the deserted land is now sparsely populated, so he can quietly appreciate the beautiful scenery."

As he said that, he stood up and his skills were also vigorous.

The old man also smiled and said, "You young man, look like a scholar. You dare to come to this deserted land of the Three Kingdoms alone. Generally, scholars can carry a sword at most, but you have a knife." When they said this, they suddenly realized something, "You are the brocade clothes..."

The young man smiled, "Entertainment Uniform Guard? My father knows a lot, don't worry, I'm not an Entertainment Uniform Guard, let alone this place outside the wall, the Ming Dynasty can't control it, even the Entertainment Uniform Guard can't do anything."

After saying that, he bowed to the old man, then lifted the hem of his clothes, pressed the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and walked away with great strides.

The young man was indeed agile. Soon after, he came to the path beside the stream at the foot of the mountain. There was a horse tied there. The horse was tall and strong, and dark red all over. When he saw his master coming over, he also screamed "hissing".

After a while, the old man standing on the hillside in the distance saw a ball of fire suddenly appearing from the bottom of the mountain, then ran out of the mountain, and disappeared in an instant.

The young man was riding on the horse, but he was thinking in his heart.

"God of Death? If he is a horse thief, he can meet him for a while. Unfortunately, he is the only one. If he is really thirty-six riders, it will be difficult to deal with. If he pretends to be a god, he will be destroyed."

As the horses galloped, the young man kept looking at the surrounding environment.

"The plants and trees are sparse, mostly sandy land. Even if they plant crops, they still have little harvest. If they grazed, they would be barely able to graz. Now this place is a land of unlimited land. The Ming Dynasty can use it as a horse farm. If it can raise thousands of war horses, plus its special status between the Qing Dynasty in the Hanhai Kingdom and the Qing Dynasty..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but spat, "The Ming Dynasty actually had to rely on the two powerful countries in the north to barely maintain a trace of peace. Isn't it a shame for the Ming Dynasty men?"

I thought of it again: "The Hanhai Kingdom rose in the northern border, and the chief was still a Han Chinese. I heard that the government had set up yamen at all levels in the country imitated the Ming Dynasty's regulations. It not only captured a large number of Han people, but also suppressed the tribes. In this regard, it is worthy of being a great generation of heroes. If you have the opportunity, you must meet again. Unfortunately..., yell..."

At this time, the horse just ran out of the mountain and happened to come to the Laohe area, which is the legendary battle. Asxs., which is also the core of a Kalaqin tribe.

The horse was suddenly stopped and seemed very unhappy. It jumped high on its front hooves and screamed loudly.

The young man's eyes froze.

I saw a large knight opposite the Luan River. He forced himself to count the fear.

"Thirty-six, it's indeed Thirty-six Riders"

When I looked again, the leader of the horse was tall, taller than his "Red Rabbit". The knight on the horse was also tall, wearing a black robe and a big black hat, covered with a layer of black cloth, and a long sword hanging on both sides of the horse, while a quiver was hung on the other side.

He was carrying two objects on his back, a large black bow and two long spears. Judging from the appearance of the gun, it should be two short spears.

When he saw this thing, he was not surprised but happy, but instead advanced, and urged his horse to run over.

At this time, the Luan River was very shallow and could be crossed everywhere. The young man instantly rushed to the heart of the river.

"call out……"

I saw a powerful arrow shoot towards him suddenly. At this time, the young man also had a knife in his hand, a shiny Qiushuiyan feather sword!

"flutter!"

The heavy arrow broke into two pieces as soon as it approached the door.

But there is a second one, a third one!

After the young man waved his knife to cut off the third arrow, fine beads of sweat also oozed out of his face. If the arrows of the thirty-six people of the other party were only fired at this time, he would not be able to resist them no matter what.

"Hahaha, if you have you, you can catch my three arrows of death. Looking around the world, you can count it with one hand, you can count it."

Hearing the word "Death" the young man became more convinced. Although this person spoke Chinese, he was very unfamiliar, which obviously he learned it later.

"I'm sorry, please wait here for a while!"

"Oh? You're not afraid at all?"
Chapter completed!