Chapter 1 Waiting

The first year of Mengyang Linxi, November 20.

The wilderness and mountains in the north of the central continent are like the palm of the gods, dividing the north and south into a gap between heaven and hell.

At this time of winter in the south, people will excitedly rub their hands and feel the warmth of the warm sun in winter. The winter wheat has been sown. Men don't have to go to the fields to add cultivation. They can sleep until noon and lazily stay in bed. And the hard-working woman has prepared food to joke with her children, waiting for the family to sit together and enjoy it. The market is bustling, with a faint aroma of dried fruit desserts, and a barley that has just been cooked in autumn...

The Mengyang people who have just experienced the invasion of Chi Naisi are full of the joy of the rest of their lives after the disaster, which makes this winter atmosphere softer. The rich south and the materially developed south can often make people lazy, as if immersed in rich honey. It's like the woman in the place of the wind and moon, surrounded by it in her arms, grinding away all the unhappiness and the blood contained in the bones! Perhaps this is the reason why southerners are powerless in the face of the roaring wolf from the north.

God is fair. He protected the south into the most beautiful paradise with his palm and gave it the cruelest purgatory in the north. But one day, the god suddenly became bored and withdrew his palm. The arrogant southern nobles were like infant babies. In the face of the northern barbarians who struggled to survive in a cruel environment, they were killed wantonly. God put his hand in his sleeve and watched the tragedy indifferently like watching a play. When he had enough, he stretched out his hand to isolate the north and south, comforted the frightened south again with his palm, and blocked the barbarians in the north with a strong back of their hands to the north of the wilderness and mountains... It has been repeated over and over again for thousands of years.

At this time, the north of the wilderness and mountains is like a Jedi where demons are rampant. The autumn grass on the barren grassland has withered yellow, and the dry grass roots can't seal the gravel. It is swept up by the cold wind from the far north. The wind blows on the face, but there is a feeling of knife cutting, which is painful and sharp. The dark clouds in the sky seem to contain thousands of huge stones, which may tilt down at any time and bury the barren grassland in a dead land that will never turn over. The vast grassland is full of suppressed yellow, full of the roar of cold wind, and the eagles in the sky are singing low, and the sound is barely audible. The wolves hiding in the low valley to escape the sand make a sad wolf howl from time to time, which makes people's backs back cold. This is the wilderness in the far north, abandoned and cursed by God.

A bright practice belt can be faintly seen in the sky, which is blown by wild ripples by the wind. The Rebirana River, which was sealed as a divine river by the barbarians, also lost its original charm in the dim yellow world, and from time to time rolled up tyrannical waves. The river hundreds of meters wide is winding, and the huge curved river is like a curved bow. There are countless white tents in the open space surrounded by the river. The tent group is surrounded by a two-high 'wall' with carts, birch poles and thick felt skin. Although it is not as good as the thick masonry wall in the south, it is enough to resist the cold wind. This is the only place in the vast world where human beings can still exist, and the river Rana has always been a winter place for barbarians! This is a southern place in the far north of the wilderness. Although it is cold, it will not freeze to death, and the wind is smaller than that of the north of the river.

But in such a harsh environment, nearly 100,000 people are quietly linger in the dim yellow world. They all looked to the south and followed their eyes to remove the dim yellow sand and nothing, but this group of people still stubbornly looked at the south, waiting, waiting, as if they were trying their best to wait for what they expected to happen.

The front group of people were wearing luxurious armored dresses and riding on tall barbarian horses. The horses also wore decorative vests. The horse's huge eyes were closed and used long eyelashes to resist the wind and sand. Several majestic barb warriors held a length wooden pole in their hands, and the white wolf flag on the top of the pole hunted in the wind, as if running in the raging wind or charging against the prey. Except for the hundreds of nobles riding on horseback and armor and the thousands of majestic barbarian warriors behind them, the rest of them knelt on their foreheads against the ground, kneeling not only to the roaring wolf flag, but also kneeling to the Tengri god who was brewing a storm and snow.

"Hasn't you found out yet? Where are the troops of Bo Ri Tie now?"

"I don't know, my scout is still investigating!"

"Are you still checking? Then let us wait for more than 100,000 people in the cold wind? There is a faint anger in the voice, which is much more majestic and frightening.

"Wait quietly! The king has led countless troops to fight in his life, and he has never missed the moment! This time, I believe there will be no exception. The king sent a letter saying that it would arrive at noon today, and he would definitely arrive on time. Even the most terrible wind and snow could not hinder the king's pace!" The voice of the answer remained steady, as if he did not notice the anger in the other party's tone. If the noble Erdun Ketu Khan can't stand the cold wind, you can take the people under your account back first, and I will send someone to inform you when the king arrives!" With that, he turned his head and glanced at the other party, and his wolf-like green eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

Erdun Ketu's cow-like dark eyes were facing the green wolf's eyes, and he also saw the contempt and disdain in those eyes that disgusted him. His bronze face was gloomy and terrible. He couldn't help clenching the whip in his hand, and the back of his chapped hand was covered with terrible blue veins. He tried to restrain his anger and prevent himself from using the whip to pump it on the face of the person who spoke disrespected to him. But the speaker didn't seem to know that he was talking to the Great Khan of Azhlan. Erdun Ketu Khan is the worst-tempered one among the Khan kings of several major barbarians. A little inferiority is the end of thousands of knives, and his reputation has long been spread.

But this time, the King of Erdun Ketu rarely chose to give in. His dark eyes went out the man with wolf-like eyes and turned his head to continue to look at the south with nothing. And the green-eyed man twisted a cold smile at the corners of his mouth and slowly put down the hand that had been pressed on the knife as if he had won.

His green eyes were extremely quiet. He reached out and waved a black armored warrior and said in a low voice, "Add two teams of scouts to be sure to grasp the whereabouts of the king. If there is no more useful news, my wolf blade will split your necks..." With that, his arm wearing heavy wrist armor shook, and the knife hidden in the sheath suddenly popped out. The snowy blade exposed half a foot, and only half a foot sharpness made the surrounding temperature drop a little more. No one knew that the snowy knife was completely out. What kind of momentum will heaven and earth cry when the sheath is?

The warrior half knelt down and took the order to retreat, roared against the wind, and immediately rushed out two fierce horses in the team, as if running wildly in the wind, and quickly disappeared into heaven and earth.

"Ha ha, the scout trained by General Zaerhua is really fast, worthy of being the youngest general of Chinasi! I think I can surpass Su and Saihan and become the new leader of the horse in a few years!" He said in a smiley voice, but there was no smile in the cold wind.

Zha Erhua is the name of this samurai with green eyes. Zaerhua · sturd bone, who is only 26 years old this year, has been defeated by countless famous barbarian warriors under his knife. Everyone in the far north grassland knows that Zaerhua's wolf blade is cohesive and powerful, and the power of a knife is enough to cut off a barbarian cow. Maybe that's why the Great Khan of Erdun chose to give in just now!

With supreme force, he rose to become the third general of the Chinasi Department in just a few years, with 20,000 warriors under his account, responsible for scouting and blocking tasks. In this expedition of Chi Na Si's expedition to Mengyang, the king took away two cavalry, the vigorous cavalry and the jun cavalry, and the Chi Nasi headquarters was given full control of Zaerhua. At this time, the king, Su and Saihan and General Alatancang were not there. He represented Chi Nasi, representing the glory of the Lord of the grassland. Naturally, no one was allowed to provoke Tengri to give him the dignity of Chi Nasi.

Zha Erhua looked at the speaker faintly. This person was King Biligaghan of the German-Soviet, a rather shre man. He just nodded to Biligda Khan and didn't say much.

Among the six tribes on the grassland, the Chinasi tribe has the strongest force and is respected as the lord of the grassland. The remaining five tribes have to provide cattle and sheep gold fur wealth to the Chinasi tribe every year. The Chinasi tribe is like the emperor on the grassland, the most noble. The Azlan tribe is the second largest tribe after the Chinas tribe. 'Azlan' means "lion" in the ancient barbarian language. The Erdun Ketu Khan of the Azlan tribe is also a famous warrior. The 'lion tooth riding' under his account is a rare fierce horse on the grassland, and only a vigorous horse can fight against one.

For a long time, vigorous riding and lion tooth riding and shooting have been the most frightening combat power on the grassland. In recent years, the strength of the Chinasi Department has declined a little. From time to time, some people with ghosts on the grassland want to provoke the contradiction between the Chinasties Department and the Azeslan Department, in an attempt to let the two sides fight and let the vigorous riding and lion tooth riding and shooting die together, so that they can Pull out these two spikes that hurt them. But the kings of Chinas and the Khan of the Azeslan have been avoiding such a large-scale conflict, because the powerful force is the foundation of the foothold on the grassland. The two powerful armies will inevitably be defeated and lose their powerful force. The Chinas and Azeslan are nothing, and they will even fall to No one wants to see the end of being annexed by other tribes.

But a few years later, the old king of Chinasi died, and at the weakest time of the Chinasi, the lion of the Azesran really stretched its minions to the neck of the grassland emperor. Everyone thought that Chinasi would definitely be defeated, but the young Suzil and Ke Chinas led the cavalry left by their father to crush the lion's fangs and claws fiercely and ignited the wolf smoke in the far northern wilderness with burning blood! That battle also established the name of this young king of Chinasi, the 'Zunwu King'!

After that, King Zunwu annexed the Azlan tribe and the rest of the tribes, and truly took the grassland under his command, and there was no more hatred and struggle between tribes! Since the barbarians led by the Bihai Emperor of Mengyang more than a hundred years ago and split into several major tribes in the Rilana River, they have been engaged in wars between tribes. The number of cattle and sheep, grasslands, water sources, geographical distribution, women... All kinds of interest disputes have made the grasslands fight endlessly today. You rob my cattle and sheep, and tomorrow I will burn your tent... The already barren grassland was trampled by the cavalry and ignited by blood!

The barbarians have the most powerful cavalry, but they are defeated by disunity! If several tribes can unite and hundreds of thousands of iron horses can swing south at the same time, which is enough to open the largest horse farm for the barbarians. What is the richest land in the south? But the barbarians suffer from in unison, and the short-sighted barbarians can only live in the wilderness of the far north.

King Wu forcibly gathered millions of barbarians with his own force, put an end to the hatred between the tribes, and united to face the southerners, and the tribes were as close as a family. This is something that the barbarians have never thought of, and no one thinks it is realistic, just like the feat of Zhuoligetu Chinasi broke through the imperial capital of Mengyang a hundred years ago and forced the then Emperor Anyang to sign a defeat agreement. But King Zunwu did it, just like his predecessor Zhuo Litu Chinassi realized what ordinary people thought was impossible to achieve, so there was a god of war sung by the shepherd and the horse-headed piano, and the king of Zunwu worshipped by the herdsmen...

Naturally, these are the aftert words.

Zha Erhua looked back at the nobles who trembled in the cold wind behind her. The long wait made these nobles who usually drink and eat meat in tents become more and more impatient. The fat aristocrats tried to tighten their necks and prevent the cold wind from pouring in. They usually wore soft silk and satin clothes bought from cunning merchants in the south, which was comfortable and casual, but this was the day of the return of the great king's Southern Expedition! The nobles had to wear majestic armor, and the bright cold iron armor was attached to the clothes to take away their last trace of body temperature. They couldn't even hold the reins.

King Tatam Khan of Kuma was a fat man. He trembled coldly. Although the slave had put a large piece of cooked cowhide on his shoulder, the cold wind still poured in through the gap between his neck and the armor. He shrank his neck, but the fat on his chin and jaws stuck to the edge of the armor, so he tried to stretch his neck, but the cold wind still poured in, and his lips were frozen blue. His fleshy face wrinkled together angrily and scolded, "Dog weather, why do you have to wait so long to welcome it? Does anyone know if your China Thought Department has won, and tens of thousands of cavalry still want to fight across Mengyang? In those years, Zhuo Ligetu fought all the vigorous horses before he went to Mengyang Emperor, and only came back with hundreds of soldiers. I don't think it's good for your king to go there. Can he surpass Zhuoligtu? Who knows whether it is a powerful teacher who has won the war or a group of scum who fled back in confusion!"

Although the king of Tatamu was fat, his voice was as sharp as an eagle, and his voice seemed to have been amplified in the cold wind, spreading far and far. The warriors around couldn't help whispering, because they didn't know whether the Chinas King had won or not. A few days ago, I just received a message from a snow xiao, who only said that he could go to the Rana River station today, but he didn't say what the result of the battle was. In addition, the long wait made people more and more unsistible. No one dares to think about the consequences of the king's defeat! This involves the lives of millions of barbarians!

Zarhua heard the words of King Tatam Khan, and her body stiffened for a moment, then strangled her horse and turned to King Tatam Khan. Her green eyes were shining green, shining with a vicious and viciousness. His young face was clenched, and the muscles on his face were terribly tense and looked particularly terrible. In that way, he drove the war horse to slowly walk towards King Tatamu Khan, and the nobles around him looked sideways to see what the third warrior of Chinasi would do!

A trace of panic flashed on King Tatham Khan's face. Unexpectedly, the third master of Chi Nasi really forced him to come over. He pulled the war horse and retreated, trying his best to avoid approaching Zarhua. He was deeply afraid of the force of this young man who used the five-foot wolf blade, but so many nobles around him watched it. How could he gain a foothold on the grassland after blindly giving in like this? Although Kuma is a small tribe, he is at least a king of Khan. How can he be forced to retreat by the general of another tribe? He stopped the momentum of the horse retreating, pulled out half of the knife hanging next to the saddle, and confronted the eyes of Zaerhua.

But the cold and straight cone in those green eyes entered his heart, and the emotionless, cold eyes that seemed to be looking at the dead made him shiver. Fear, he unexpectedly became afraid, the kind of fear like facing the gods who controlled his life and death. He wanted to shout, like shouting out all the uneasiness and fear in his heart. But his teeth trembled in the cold wind, and he couldn't even speak smoothly.

Zarhua strangled the horse and stopped less than one meter away from King Tatamu Khan. He is tall. Although the height of the horse is about the same, the flower on the horse is still much taller than that of King Tatam Khan. He looked down at the cring fat man and said without any emotion: "No matter what the result of the king's battle, he is not a coward who shrinks and hides behind you can judge. ! What are you? What right do you have to talk about the god of war with your tongue? Talking about great kings? Distinguished Khan of Kuma, where were you when our king was fighting ahead? Now it's just for you to welcome you, but it won't kill you. Why doesn't the slave behind you complain a word, but you keep talking like a woman who has died of her husband?

"You...you..." King Tatamu Khan was choked. He stammered and didn't know what to say! When was he, Tatamu Kuma, the noble king of the Great Khan, scolded like this? Or in front of all the nobles of the barbarians, how can he gain a foothold on the grassland in the future? How could he compare him with a humble slave? How could his self-esteem stand it? His face was getting redder and redder, his fat face blushed like ripe tomatoes, and his hands holding the knife trembled!

"Vorable Khan King, you should know the power of my wolf blade. Do you want to use a knife against me? Huh? Ha ha, I'm one meter away from you now. At this distance, the time you completely pulled the knife out of the scabbard is enough for me to kill you three times, even if my knife is still in the scabbard..." Zha Erhua smiled low, and her voice was full of madness and arrogant madness!

But he has crazy capital. How many people in the whole barbarians are qualified to 'knife' in front of him? He looked at King Tatamu Khan like a deflated ball, and his red face turned to dead gray little by little, and his anger turned into unwilling tolerance little by little. This feeling was really useful! He is a Chinasi person. He is loyal to Chinasi, and he will never allow anyone to slander the king worshipped as God in his heart!

He said indifferently, "You can say to him that I am disrespectful to you when the king comes back, and let the king punish me!" But now that the king is not here, I am the head of Chi Nasi! I will never allow anyone to question the glory of Chi Na Si!" His last words spit out a low roar, like a full wolf.

Tatamu Khan King's forehead oozed cold sweat and watched Zaer fall off the horse's head and walk back. Escape from those green eyes without any emotion, just like picking up a life from a wolf kiss! As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, Zaerhua's cold voice came from afar: "Your knife should be sharpened. I don't know if your rusty knife can kill a lamb without killing..."

He looked down at his knife, which was indeed full of yellow-brown rust. He has been comfortable for too long, and has rarely used knives. When he was young, he was also a good hand with knives. When he was old, he cherished his life and didn't want to use knives and guns anymore. He ate meat, drank and watched women dance all day long... As a result, the knife was rusted, and he was not like he was fat. He couldn't breathe on a horse... Think of the king of Chi Na Si, think of Su Generals like Saihan and Alatancang really don't count!

A sense of frustration surged up inexplicably, and the arrogant king finally lowered his invincible head, silently and stopped talking.

Zerhua stands steadily in the cold wind like iron. He turned his head and looked at an old man next to him in a gorgeous robe and an all-white beard braided into a bundle of belts. He said with rare respect and said, "The messenger of the great Tengri God, the noble big shaman of the barbarian clan, can you hear whether the Tengri God told you whether the king won or not?"

That old man is a thin guy. His gorgeous robe is a little big, and he is blown like a flag by the wind. It looks cold! The old man stretched out his hand and was pulled out by the hair and beard blown into his mouth by the wind. He accidentally touched his fingers on the snot that had flowed to his lips, and suddenly pulled out a thin line of silk. The old man scolded and sucked hard, and his bare nose ran back into his nostrils. He wiped his nose with his sleeve and said, "This cold day let me kiss that boy in the cold wind. Isn't this the old man's life? Sneeze..." The old man sneezed again, and the snot he had just sucked back spewed out again. This time, it suddenly stuck to his waist-length white beard, which was disgusting and funny. He couldn't help cursing again!

Maybe among the barbarians, only the noble shaman can speak so rudely as king! Shaman wizard is the messenger of the gods in the hearts of the barbarians. The great shaman can bring the message of the gods and know whether it is a blessing or a curse in the coming year. Sometimes people are more afraid of shamans! And this big shaman is very old, and compared with him, the king can indeed be called a 'little boy'. The 70-year-old shaman is also the elder of the king!

Zerhua looked at the big shaman wiping his nose with his luxurious robe sleeves, trying not to think that it was sewn with dozens of gold for a satin. He is trying to restrain his temper, restrain, restrain...

"I don't know!" The old man finally said, "Recently, the sky is full of dark clouds, and I can't see the stars at night, and I can't see them from the stars. Without the stars, no matter how vast my magic power is, there is nothing I can do!" The old man's tone was slow and lazy, like a creaking ox cart.

"Didn't the Tengri God tell you about the whereabouts of the king?" Zaerhua tried to maintain the respect in her tone and asked!

"God?" The old man was stunned. He clumsily pulled the horse's reins and brought his mount close to the war horse. The wrinkled face came close to Zha Erhua's ear and said, "Son, don't be silly. I've been a shaman for so many years, and I have never heard what Tengri said! Not once! Don't expect the nothingness of God to save you. All that can save you is your courage and the knife in your hand... Those legends about God are deceptive... God's chest is just a cold iron stone!"

Zha Erhua seemed to feel that her heart suddenly sank into the abyss. He never thought that the messenger appointed by Tengri would question the gods! He is wondering if the old man is drunk and talking nonsense! But there was no smell of alcohol in the old man's turbid breath. He turned his head and looked at him. The usually lazy shaman was staring at him with a serious face...

"In God's chest... there is only iron stone?" Zaerhua silently repeated this sentence in her heart and continued to stare at the dim yellow line of heaven and earth in the south...