[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 001)

Chapter 001 Liang Laocai Dies. In the autumn of 1916, after Yuan Shikai's death, China entered the period of rule by the Beiyang warlords
. During this period, warlords carved up various provinces and regions, banditry was frequent, and they
fought each other for territory and to expand their armies, indiscriminately killing innocent people, plunging the Chinese people into a dark age of suffering.
All of this was too distant for 16-year-old shepherd Yan Baosan. His biggest concern now was whether Hu Mazi
had gone to rob Liang Laocai
. The autumn wind was chilly, and despite the campfire, it was still a bit cold in the sandy ground. Yan Baosan lay
by the fire, embracing Cuihua, stroking his round, toad-like belly, comfortably burping, feeling like
the happiest person in the world. This was the first time he had eaten mutton and the first time he had eaten his fill since he inexplicably arrived in this era
.
Cuihua nestled in Yan Baosan's arms like a docile kitten, her beautiful eyes secretly observing him
with a mixture of sweetness and bewilderment. This was the first time she had been embraced by a man other than her father and uncle.
Although he was so thin and frail, he gave her a strange sense of trust and security, a unique thrill and
sweetness that warmed her heart. She wanted to stay in his arms forever…
“Brother Sanbao, when are we going home?”
“Wait a little longer, until Hu Mazi leaves.”
“I want…” Cuihua hesitated, “Brother Sanbao, I want… I…”
“What’s wrong?” Yan Baosan looked down at Cuihua, seeing her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes darting around, as if
she had done something wrong.
Cuihua hesitated for a long time, almost crying, before finally lowering her head and whispering, "I need to relieve myself."
After saying this, she lowered her head even further, her face flushed with embarrassment, even her ears turning red.
Oh, so she wanted to pee. Yan Baosan, without thinking, blurted out, "Then go ahead and pee."
Cuihua stood up, then squatted down again, biting her thin lips, pleading shyly with Yan Baosan, "Brother Sanbao,
I'm scared... I don't dare go far... Can you... not look?"
Yan Baosan turned to look around, realizing Cuihua's predicament. It was pitch black all around, and Cuihua dared not
go far, so she could only pee in front of him. But he was a boy; how could a girl pee in front of him?
So, he smiled and pinched Cuihua's cheek, "Go ahead and pee, I won't look." Saying this, he turned his
head away.
A few seconds later, about three meters behind him, came the rustling sound of Cuihua pulling down her pants.
Perhaps it was lust, or perhaps curiosity. Yan Baosan slowly turned his head and saw
Cuihua squatting not far away. The firelight danced on her thin, white buttocks, and a thin, glistening
stream of water was irrigating the sand...
This scene and the clear "splashing" sound of water were like some magical little hand that stabbed
Yan Baosan hard in the heart, making him shiver involuntarily. The next second, a certain part of him woke up and quickly swelled.
It swelled up, hard as a garlic presser against his crotch. The sensitive tip
was in intimate contact with the fabric, both painful and numb.
"Thump thump thump..." The violent heartbeat made Yan Baosan feel hot all over and his mouth dry. Suddenly,
a thought he'd never had before crossed his mind: he wanted to pounce on Cuihua, pin her down, and then…
“Ah…”
Cuihua quickly noticed Yan Baosan spying on her. His eyes gleamed with a terrifying light in the firelight
, like a male dog chasing a female dog in the street. This startled and frightened her, but mostly she felt ashamed. Having never
encountered such a situation before, she didn't know how to handle it and could only resort to burying her head in the sand, raising her small hands to cover her
face.
“I was a virgin in my past life, and I'm still a virgin in this life! What did I do to deserve this?!
” Yan Baosan suddenly felt incredibly aggrieved and angry. So, he became even more brazen, staring
intently at Cuihua.
Just then, a commotion erupted from the direction of the village entrance: men's rough curses, women's cries
, the sound of horses' hooves, and flickering flames…
Cuihua was terrified. She hadn't even finished urinating when she ran towards Yan Baosan, pulling up her pants. As she ran, she whispered
, "Brother Sanbao, Hu Mazi is out…" She nearly tripped and fell,
landing in Yan Baosan's arms. Taking advantage of the moment
, Yan Baosan embraced Cuihua's trembling body, kissed her pale face, and comforted her,
saying, "It's alright. They won't find us." He then quietly climbed the sand dune, anxiously watching
the main road 70 meters ahead.
"Giddy up! Giddy up!" "Damn it, if you cry again, I'll chop you up!" "Roar roar roar..."
With the men's rough shouts and the heavy thud of hooves, a group of men, carrying torches and broadswords
, ran westward along the main road.
"Brother Sanbao..."
"Don't make a sound!" Yan Baosan held up a finger to Cuihua, then lay down on the sand dune, listening intently
to the woman's weeping in Hu Mazi's group. "It sounds...it sounds like Liang Laocai's daughter...Yes, that's
right! It's Liang Caiqin."
Liang Caiqin was a well-known beauty in the village, the apple of Liang Laocai's eye. He boasted: Only the county magistrate's
son is qualified to marry my daughter.
Now, she's been snatched away by Lao Que. Let's see how Liang Laocai will boast now! Yan Baosan's dark and sinister
desires were greatly satisfied; his mouth twisted into a grin.
None of that matters. What matters is that Old Liang is definitely finished, so... the sheep are mine!!
"Haha..." Yan Baosan clenched his fists and pounded the sand, laughing loudly.
"Brother Sanbao, what's wrong with you?" Cuihua cautiously looked at Yan Baosan's
face, which had become frantic with excitement.
"From now on, these sheep are ours!" Yan Baosan was overjoyed, picking up Cuihua and...
She spun wildly on the sand dune, venting her immense joy.
"Brother! Brother! My pants..."
"Hmm..." Yan Baosan stopped his frantic movements, looked down, and was dumbfounded. Cuihua's pants
had vanished without a trace, leaving her lower body completely naked, her fair skin particularly striking in the night.
My God! This is deliberately trying to kill me...
Yan Baosan, his arm around Cuihua's slender waist, lowered his head, staring wide-eyed at her bare lower body.
Actually, the night was too dark to see anything clearly. But, as if some kind of magic emanated from somewhere, he
couldn't lift his head at all; his eyes were fixed, as if three oxen couldn't move them.
Cuihua covered her crotch with both hands, blushing and scolding, "Brother Sanbao, what are you looking at? Aren't you going
to help me find my pants?"
"Oh...right, right, right, find my pants." Yan Baosan suddenly regained his senses.
Next, Yan Baosan and Cuihua crouched down, heads down, and began searching for their pants in the dark sand dune.
Like fools, they didn't even bother to find a torch; they just wandered aimlessly in the dark.
They searched and searched, but the pants seemed to have vanished like a magician's trick; they couldn't find them no matter how hard they looked.
As Yan Baosan and Cuihua crouched down searching for their pants, their hands and arms inevitably
brushed against each other from time to time. An unknown allure and intoxication seemed to permeate the air, drawing their
bodies closer and closer, intentionally or unintentionally. Gradually, their breathing grew heavier, and they could hear
each other's heartbeats quickening.
Finally, their eyes seemed to blur; though the pants were in front of them, their hands circled around them,
unable to touch them, or perhaps they simply didn't want to.
Without realizing it, their hands clasped tightly together, feeling the trembling of their fingers. Then
their faces slowly drew closer, noses touching. When Yan Baosan's lips touched hers, Cuihua seemed
startled, shrinking back slightly and pulling her lips away. But soon, their lips
drew close again, kissing.
This was Yan Baosan's first kiss with her, completely unskilled, just lips pressed tightly together. Slowly,
Yan Baosan extended his tongue, gently parting Cuihua's teeth, the warm breath of her mouth immediately enveloping his tongue.
At this moment, his tongue, like a snake, slowly wriggled, slipping into her smooth mouth, feeling
the warmth of her breath. Her tongue, like a shy bride, tried its best to curl up and avoid Yan Baosan's intrusion,
until it was completely enveloped, leaving it nowhere to hide.
Gradually, their kiss became more skillful, their lips and tongues intertwining, swallowing each other's saliva,
making a "sizzling" sound. Unconsciously, their bodies were entwined, tightly together without a
gap. Their hands caressed each other, touching each other's cheeks, necks, bellies...
When Yan Baosan's hand moved along Cuihua's smooth, silky bottom to a certain spot, Cuihua's hand
gripped his wrist as if electrocuted, preventing him from going any further. She pleaded softly, "Brother Sanbao,
I can't... I'm scared..."
How could Yan Baosan give up so easily? His little brother in his pants was still hungry. So, he held Cuihua's small waist and smooth bottom tightly
, refusing to let go. "What are you afraid of? I'll have my
dad ask a matchmaker to go to your house and arrange for you to marry me."
Cuihua's face flushed red instantly. She lowered her head and asked shyly, "Really..." "
Really? Are you willing to marry me?" Yan Baosan asked excitedly.
Just then, Cuihua suddenly screamed, broke free from Yan Baosan, and ran away. The sheep huddled under the tree stirred
in fright, bleating loudly.
"What's going on..." Yan Baosan was bewildered. Is marrying me that scary?!
The next second, a hand grabbed Yan Baosan's ankle. A hoarse and painful voice followed:
"Sanbao... I... save me..."
Yan Baosan looked down and, by the faint light of the distant fire, saw a person lying on the sand. The man was disheveled,
his face covered in blood and sand, his mouth opening and closing to reveal a mouthful of bloody teeth… It was terrifying!!
“A ghost!!”
Yan Baosan was terrified and turned to run. But his ankle was held too firmly,
and when he tried to lift his leg, he couldn't. His body swayed back and forth a few times, and with a “thump,” he landed squarely
on the man's neck. There was a crisp “crack,” the man groaned, his body trembled violently a few times, and then he fell silent.
“A ghost! My God!! A ghost…”
Yan Baosan howled like a banshee for a long time. Seeing that the person beneath him remained motionless, and
that the hand holding his ankle had long since released its grip, his wildly beating heart slowly calmed down.
Hmm… what's going on?
Who is this person?
Later, emboldened, Yan Baosan stuck his torch in the sand, wiped the blood
and sand off the man's face with grass, and looked closely.
"Old Liang?!"
"Dead..."

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