Chapter 2 Chinath
In the northern part of the Mengyang Dynasty, Golden Buddha Pass.
The sky in early autumn is cloudless and blue like flawless crystal. The air is filled with a sweet smell of autumn wheat ripening. The ** power of the endless golden wheat field is unparalleled. The king of the Chinassi clan - Bo Ri Tie. Chi Nasi sat on the back of the tall and strong horse, his nose gently opened, greedily collecting the sweet smell of autumn wheat into his abdominal cavity. Dressed with untreated wolf skin armor, wolves are crystal clear in the sun. His dark face was calm and calm, and his blue eyes were blurred and empty, like the purest sky. This made him feel like a wandering bard.
"This is the fertile land of the south! Wheat grows taller than autumn grass!" The king put his long white hair behind his head and let it float with the wind. He waved his hand and said, "My order is that all three warriors march along a single road in a row and must not trample on the wheat field arbitrarily. Those who violate the order will be killed.
Yes. A black armored warrior retreated like a large army in the rear.
"Father, my son has never seen so many wheat!" A young warrior with a ruddy face and also wearing wolfskin armor said excitedly, "It's much taller than the oats on our grassland!"
"Suil and Ke, my son! This is also the second time I have come out of the grassland! The last time I came was when I was a prince thirty years ago, my father took me, just like I took you now. The wilderness and mountains divide the far north grassland from the southern region, and the north and south of a mountain are the gap between paradise and hell. The king's eyes narrowed slightly like a full wolf and said with a smile.
"Father, my son doesn't understand how much flour can be ground with so much wheat here. The soil here must be very fertile. Why can't we drive cattle and sheep here to graze? My son saw many cattle, sheep and herdsmen dying of thirst in the summer drought. Why can't he come here to graze? Suzile and Ke kicked the horse's abdomen with cowhide boots to keep their horses and their father's horses. There are more than 100 armored warriors behind them. The face under the iron armor was cold and calm, and his eyes were brighter than the * next to the saddle.
"Ha ha, my son. South of the Huanghe Mountains is a place called Mengyang, where the emperor is very stingy. Their emperors are as cunning as foxes, where they are willing to give us such fertile land for grazing. Southerners are greedy and cunning. You see, the wheat here is in the third season. They even have to squeeze the land like this and don't give them any time to rest, let alone us grassland people who are called barbarians? The same is true of merchants from the south every year. They scrape fur gold from our grassland. When they open the price, the lion opens their mouths, and their eyes are as sharp as the thal in the sky, for fear that they can't get more wealth. Will the greedy southerners give us barbarians a chance to live? The king's tone became colder and colder. He remembered the tragic situation that his mother starved to death when he didn't have enough food when he was a child. He is the king of the Chinassi people, more than a spiritual leader, and is not as tall and bright as the nobles in the south. Putting aside the title of king, he is an ordinary herdsman. He is also uncomfortable to see the people starving and suffering.
"So are we going to take down this land in this battle? Force Mengyang to assign this piece of land to us? Suzile and Ke clenched the reins and said fiercely like a little wolf.
"Haha, less sweat is more ambitious than wolves!" A middle-aged warrior with a beard laughed, and other warriors also laughed.
"Did your son say anything wrong?" Suzile and Ke were confused and could only scratch their heads with a little embarrassment.
The king also smiled, not a look of sarcasm, and there was a faint appreciation in his eyes. He said happily, "Let Su and the general explain it to you!"
Su He. Saihan is the strongest iron horse on the grassland. He has a unique knife skill, but he can compete with wolves with his bare hands, and even dares to ride violent horses. Under the beard is the typical red face of grassland herdsmen. He is more like a kebab master than a general.
"Yes, king," Su He said respectfully. Shao Khan did not know that there were five vassal states in the Mengyang Dynasty, all of which were sealed 300 years ago by Wan Tongliu, the founding emperor of the Mengyang Dynasty, and have been passed down to this day. Among them, Ye Mingshan, the lord of Ye Kingdom, is the great general of Mengyang Town. He is a famous general with 100,000 light armor brigades under his hands, which can be used to make a peerless gun array. The power of the gun array can even compete with the strongest iron riders in our grassland. Just the night country, even if the whole army of our clan dares not say that they will win, not to mention that there are other four major prince states coveted? So let's take back Shaokan's words just now, and wait for Shaokan to grow into the god of war a hundred years ago, Zhuo Ligetu. A great hero like Chi Nasi led a strong iron horse to follow the young sweat horse to step through the city gate of Mengyang.
Zoligetu. Chinasi was a hero of the Chinasi clan a hundred years ago. He made great achievements in his life, and he created the barbarian iron horse that frightened the south. His greatest achievement was that he once led troops to fight to the imperial capital of the Mengyang Dynasty, forcing the then Mengyang Anyang emperor to sign a treaty, honoring Chi Nasi as the upper country, and offering 500,000 gold, countless silk tea, paper, groceries and women every year. Under the leadership of Zhuo Ligetu, nearly one million people of the Chinas people really lived a good life for a period of time. It was not until Zhuoligetu died of old age and Mengyang's national strength gradually recovered that the agreement was torn up and the two countries were opposed again. But Zhuo Ligetu is undoubtedly a hero on the whole grassland, a demon that Mengyang or even the Fanyang Dynasty does not want to talk about. Until today, a hundred years later, when the herdsmen played the horse's head on horseback when they graze, they were singing about Zhuoligitu. Chi Nasi. God of War on the grassland.
"Son, the purpose of our army this time is to grab enough food. Summer is dry and winter is snowing. This year's white hairy wind will definitely come early and will be more violent than previous years. In winter, when the white wind passes, there is two feet of snow on the grassland, and the grass is all buried under the snow. When the autumn grass is eaten up, cattle and sheep will starve to death, and people's life will not be easy. But the grassland is so barren that it can only feed so many people. How can you survive if you don't come out? There will definitely be civil strife when there is not enough food. More than a dozen tribes, you rob my cattle and sheep, and I rob your slaves. Instead of fighting among themselves, it's better to unite and rob the southerners. Everyone can live. The king said and became a little sad. Why can't people on the grassland live as easily as southerners? He looked up at the blue sky and meditate, "Long life, bless your children!"
Suile and Ke were silent, and he was very clear about the current situation on the grassland. This summer's drought has been once in 50 years, and many grasslands can't even make the accumulated autumn grass. Thinking of the fat businessmen from the south squinting their little eyes to squeeze every penny of their gold and greedily taking it, it is difficult to suppress their anger. This expedition was also the result of an agreement between my father and several tribal leaders. More than 80,000 cavalry were sent out, and even each herdsman sent men to participate in the war, with a total strength of 180,000, which is nearly one-sixth of the population of the Chinass. This power is enough to destroy any country on the mainland, but in the final analysis, these warriors armed with steel armor are just poor herdsmen. They have no ambitions. They just want to live a good life, follow the king to leave the familiar grassland, spill blood, roar, roar, and fight like beasts, just to survive. Go.
The greedy emperor of the south fought for ambition and power. The Chinass have the strongest cavalry, and they fight only to survive. Who is right and who is wrong? Suzile and Ke's young brains couldn't stand such a heavy idea. They also looked up at the flawless sky like their father and whispered, "Long Life"
Su He, a vigorous general, said, "King, there is the Golden Buddha Pass, and Linshui County after the Golden Buddha Pass. Shall we step up our march?"
"No, just go slowly." The king straightened his waist and said, "Let the warriors take a look at the scenery of Mengyang. After all, except grass is sand and stone on the grassland. After watching the golden wheat field, it's time to see the bright red blood. His thick neck turned around, and his eyes suddenly burst into light. He looked at General Suhe and said, "The greedy Mengyang people probably already know that the wolves in the north are coming. Let them wait and wait. The waiting before death is the longest and most concentric. It's time to let those poor fox tremble and wait for the wolf kiss to bite off his neck."
Su He read a dangerous signal in the king's sharp eyes. He quickly dodged the king's eyes. The eagle-like eyes made him feel like a prey. He stroked the knife next to the saddle, which made him feel more at ease. Looking back at the golden wheat field, he sighed secretly, "It's time to look at the blood!"
Night National School.
Ye Mingshan, the general of Zhentian, stood on the altar, pulled out the Zhanlu sword at his waist and stared at the mirror-like sword body. This is the sword given to the Night Kingdom by the founding emperor of the Mengyang Dynasty when he was divided into princes, which has been passed down to this day. Zhan Lu, Zhan Zhan is black, which is more like an eye than a sword. What makes this black sword feel is not its sharpness, but its generosity and kindness. It is like a deep and discerning black eye, staring at the actions of kings and princes. Zhanlu Sword is a sword of benevolence.
Ye Mingshan saw his appearance on the bright sword, and his sharp eyebrows wrinkled into a ball. The luxurious Zhanlu sword is like the weak Mengyang now, which seems to be strong and sharp. In fact, it is vulnerable. Nowadays, nearly 200,000 troops of the Chinasi people, who are more ferocious than wolves, are marching south. How should the bloated Mengyang royal family face it? The royal family is not as good as the generation. When Emperor Shinra was more than 60 years old, he had no strength to fight. Ye Mingshan couldn't help thinking that a fat sheep was surrounded by wolves and fell into a trap. Yes, Mengyang is a fat sheep now.
"Father, my son is willing to solve your problems." Ye Yuanhong said. Seeing my father's tight eyebrows, I couldn't help tightening my heart. Father is too tired. As the lord of the night country and the general of Mengyang Town, who is not tired of intrigues in the court all day?
"What will the sheep do when the wolf comes?" Ye Mingshan asked.
"Is your father worried about the Chinas? My son thought that I didn't have to worry about those barbarians. My dream is thousands of miles away, and my national strength is strong, supplemented by outstanding loyal ministers like Ling Fenglie and my father. The emperor even asked his father to take charge of 100,000 light armored brigades, taking our Mengyang light armored brigade as the blade, and then relying on the rich heritage of the empire, he could drive the barbarians back to the north of the wilderness and mountains. Ye Yuanhong said without thinking.
Ye Mingshan looked at his eldest son and said nothing. He just bent his left middle finger and bounced on the ridge of the sword, and the sound of the sword was crisp and pleasant, like fairy music. After a long time, the body of the sword stopped shaking, leaving a faint dent on the sword. After a long time, he lamented, "You underestimated the enemy!"
It's just four words, but it's full of compassion. Ye Yuanhong was like a thunderstorm and trembled like a Zhanlu sword for a moment, but he immediately stabilized his body. The compassion in his father's tone is more like disappointment. Ye Yuanhong has been trying to make his father agree with him. Whether it is swordsmanship, horsemanship, or Jinglun poetry, he must do the ultimate, so that his father can pay more attention to him. Although he is known as the leader of the young generation of the Night Kingdom, even the emperor has countless celebrities admiring him. But he still felt that he didn't do enough. Nothing makes him more uncomfortable than his father's disappointed tone. He lowered his head and said, "I know what's wrong!"
"No, you're right! On the contrary, I hope that the royal family can have such a frivolous and domineering momentum as you. Perhaps feeling the uneasiness in his son's heart, Ye Mingshan's eyes softened a lot: "The Wanyi family is not as good as the generation!"
Ah? Father, you..." Ye Yuanhong never thought that his father would say such a thing. Although my father is the lord of a country, after all, the night country is the vassal state of Mengyang. He wants to defend the Mengyang royal family and respect the Wanyi family. My father's words are tantamount to rebellion. If it reaches the ears of the royal family of the city, it will inevitably be another disturbance.
"The emperor is old and has no strength to fight, but now he is seriously ill and ignores the government. Ling Fenglie, the prime minister of the imperial court, is basically responsible for the government affairs. It has been 20 days since China scouted to the Chinasi army over the wilderness and mountains to the enemy march to the Golden Buddha Pass, the gateway of the empire. I have written many times to push my troops to the Golden Buddha Pass, and the instruction I received is only four words to 'watch the change'. Humph, it's better to be weak and afraid of war than to adapt to changes. If 'watching the change' means Ling Fenglie, it is not enough to give me a headache. I'm afraid that the emperor is weak in his heart and wants to calm down. If so, there is nothing I can do as a minister. After all, I am a prince in my name. If your grandfather is fierce, I can take it seriously. But if I disobey the emperor, I will push my Ye family to the forefront of the storm and target it. Ye Mingshan's tone became colder and he still said calmly.
"Can't we drive the army to the Golden Buddha Pass first and then give it to the emperor? You are the general of Zhentian, and you have the right to mobilize the troops of the whole empire and even transfer the troops of other vassal states. We don't have time to wait for the royal family's consent. The enemy should have arrived at the Golden Buddha Pass. Ye Yuanhong said.
"You still think politics is too simple." Ye Mingshan took the Zhan Lujian back into the sheath and said, "In the three hundred years since the founding emperor of Mengyang gave the Ye family the privilege of mobilizing the army at will, how many times have you mobilized the army without the permission of the royal family? Not once. Although this is a privilege decentralized by the founding emperor, and although the Night Kingdom is already detached, it is too implicated to mobilize the army at will. Not to mention that the royal family will not turn a blind eye, but only Ling, Shen, Qiuyue and Liang will not give up. They will feel that this is a disturbing threat. This power plays a deterrent role. It deters the other four vassal states with the powerful forces of the night state, and monitors the night state with the four vassal states. The royal family is coordinating the turbully city. Didn't you notice? The total strength of the other four vassal states is 140,000, while the light armored brigade of our night country reached 100,000. I have to say that the wisdom of the founding emperor is like a demon, and the pattern of the five vassal states restraining each other to defend the royal family has been maintained for 300 years and is still effective. Ye Mingshan turned around and analyzed it carefully like a teacher. He hoped that his eldest son could also understand the pattern of the empire. Because sooner or later, he will grow old and his power will be handed over to young people. If he is too naive, the night country will inevitably be at a disadvantage.
"Then let the Chinasi people break through the Golden Buddha Pass? If the Golden Buddha Pass can't stop them, the enemy's army will no longer be hindered, and the vigorous horses of the Chinasi people will run over the population town like a crusher, looting, slaughter, ** humiliation and burning. Is it allowed for such a thing to happen?" Ye Yuanhong suddenly felt that his mouth was very dry and he felt that it was extremely difficult to speak, as if such a tyrannical tragedy happened in front of his eyes. He was cold and stiff, and he didn't know how to face this unbearable burden.
Ye Mingshan smiled and said lightly, "Son, you are still too soft-hearted. If you don't die and don't see blood, the group of literary ministers in the imperial capital will not be shocked. As long as the knife hasn't been put on their neck, they won't care. In this case, why should we be anxious? I am eager to hope that the Chinassi will produce another 100-year-old god of war. Chi Nasi's god-like character suppressed their ridiculous nobleness. The empire has been weak for too long. If you don't lose some wolf blood, you should become a sheep.
"But, father--
"Can't you understand? It doesn't matter. When you have enough experience and your mind is strong enough, you will know the connection between life and death, love and hate, strength and weakness, lies and reason, like day and night. You are still too young now. Ye Mingshan looked directly into his son's eyes, outlined a calm smile on his lips, and said, "Don't force yourself to think about this now. Your mind is not like swordsmanship. Equestrian can be practiced in this way. Only when you grow up year by year, have full experience, and get used to great joys and sorrows. If you get and lose, you will naturally become quiet. Like the starlight of midnight, there is nothing worth touching you.
Ye Yuanhong would think about his father's words, bowed his head and thought about it, and didn't say anything. My father is always so wise. When will he be as magnificent as him? Is this the gap between 18 years old and father 40 years old? He can't imagine.
"Have you seen the stars before coming to the school?" Ye Mingshan asked.
Hearing this, Ye Yuanhong's heart suddenly sank. He said fiercely, "Father, Ye Qingshan's boy Ye Hanxing scolded Xingchen as a waste, and his son whipped him in the face with a whip."
The face of Yeming Mountain suddenly became cold, as if it were a rock in the polar ice field. Zhanlu Jian's thumb pushed the sword out of its sheath three inches and said coldly, "I know. You don't have to worry about anything. Ye Qingshan won't do anything to you. His son is rude, and it's not a big deal for you to kill him. He should know that I am the master of the night country.
The cold and fing momentum emanating from his body suddenly disappeared, and his face returned peacefully and said, "I guess the stars will cry again!"
Ye Yuanhong smiled bitterly. He said, "Well, I cried in a mess. I'm twelve years old, and I still cry like a girl's family.
"Ha ha, it doesn't matter. Sooner or later, the dragon among the future people of the night country will fly to the sky. When the power of the spell in his body awakens, I think Ye Qingshan and his family can't cry even if they want to cry!" Ye Mingshan said carelessly. He knows what kind of power his little son has. It's only a matter of time. He looked up at the blue sky and muttered, "The blue feng feng ziness of our night country will always be invincible."
Autumn of the 29th year of Shinra, September 13th. The Chinas crossed the Golden Buddha Pass, the gateway of the empire, and passed through the gate with almost no obstacles, and then Linshui County, the third most populous county, was slaughtered. 130,000 grassland people washed the city with blood and took away every gold they could find, leaving messy corpses and a strong smell of blood. The whole Mengyang Dynasty was shaken, but what is unpredictable is that Mengyang still remains motionless and continues to let the enemy advance to the imperial capital. The seriously ill Emperor Shenluo handed over the decision-making power to Prime Minister Ling Fenglie and General Ye Mingshan, the general of Zhentian, and the debate between Wenchen and the generals was endless. In their meaningless argument, one city after another was bitten by wolves, and the empire was killed.
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