Chapter 3 Embercism

He picked up the heavy bronze horn from the warriors, and the huge drum on the yaku skin was shaken by a sledgehammer, and the sound of drums rose to the sky. Nobles and slaves shouted in unison: "Son of God, Son of God, Son of God!"

The king turned over his horse, sat on the horse and looked down at the people kneeling in front of him. He rode the warriors on the horse together, raised the reins, the horse stood up, and stepped on the ground powerfully. The scene boiled. The bitter winter in the far north was bloody under such an intense fever. With a knife, he fought across the battlefield without dying. Hundreds of battles returned triumphantly, thousands of miles of banners covered the air, and thousands of people bowed. Such a scene is the dream of every barbarian buried in his heart since he was a child, and every grassland hero has fantasized about such a magnificent scene.

The king waved his hand, and people looked at him enthusiastically and stopped shouting loudly. At this time, the large troops escorting the booty in the rear have followed, and the heavy ox cart is naturally much slower than the mobility of the vigorous riding. Su and Saihan and Alatancang specially stayed in the rear to escort the mission. After all, this southern expedition is to plunder supplies for the winter, so it can't be careless. Prince Suzile and Ke Chinasi and Shen Fanshuang, the son of Shen, also followed under the escort of the owl horse.

The fierce riding team is divided into two columns to make way. The warriors escorting the trophies in the rear drove forward one by one and lifted the canvas on the ox cart. The colorful southern brocade and precious and exquisite gold and silver utensils were side by side, and luxurious treasures flowed on the grass. Barbarians are not good at handicrafts and weaving. These expensive silks and utensils have to be exchanged for countless fur and cattle and sheep from greedy southern merchants, which is a wealth that any nobleman will be jealous.

The hundreds of ox carts behind were full of bags of good grain. The carriages of the heavy grain were crushed into the gravel turf, and the bulls pulling the cart kept panting. With this grain distributed to the herdsmen, no matter how big the white hair is this winter, it will not be afraid. This is the purpose of this southern expedition!

There was a low admiration from the crowd, full of joy.

The sound of the antler whistle came from the distance, and the bronze horn sounded again, and the low horn sounded with a shocking shock that penetrated people's hearts. Hu from the warrior roared, "The cavalry that escorted the prince and the two sons came back!"

Hearing the shout, the hundreds of thousands of slaves behind the nobles lowered their heads again, their foreheads cling to the ground, and their hair swept to the ground. The nobles in front of them did not have to kneel down, but also lowered their heads respectfully. The hierarchy of the barbarians is very strict. The highest status is the king, the emperor on the grassland. The prince is at the same level as several Khan kings. Next, they are the nobles with a population and cattle and sheep. Then they are the samurai class. Samurai is the foundation of a tribe. Only with strong force can they survive in this wild land. Later, they are ordinary herdsmen, who are plundered but also protected. The lowest level are slaves. Most of the slaves are defeated prisoners, or women and children left behind after being exterminated!

The noble falcon warrior held a powerful dragon tongue bow in his hand, and the bright lock armor on his body was cold. The eagle-shaped forehead on his forehead hid their eyes in the shadow, but the cold light in his eyes became colder and brighter. This is the most ghostly warrior of Chi Nasi. They rode the equally precious snow-treaded high clouds and came slowly late. Su and Saihan, the leader of the horse, and Alatancang, the leader of the horse, were guarded by the prince and the twin sons, watching the king nod.

Shen Fan, who was sitting on the horse, looked at the majestic barbarian warriors and had a great shock in his heart. I thought that this southern expedition was all the strength of the grassland barbarians, but now it seems that even the tip of the iceberg is not. It's really a place where water and soil raise people. The south is too rich. How can it be compared with the barbarians on the grassland? Which warrior on the grassland can match ten? With the tough character and domineering force, how can southerners and cowardly southerners stop it?

Su Zile and Ke turned their heads to look at him and smiled, and said, "Two generations, we are home! Here, this grassland is our home, and we are the owners of this world!"

Shen Fan hesitated for a moment and looked up at the roaring barbarian warriors around him and the dim yellow world. Is this the place he wants to live in the future? There is no bustling building, no lively street market, just barbarism and cohesation? He sighed gently. It was so inaudible in the roaring wind. Shen Guo was destroyed and his father died. The Mengyang was no longer his dream. He was the only one left and could never go back! Only accept reality!

He closed his eyes and felt the cold wind that had never been experienced in the far north. His nose was violently sour, and his heart seemed to have something to spit out... But his sadness at this time was extremely small in the fanatical crowd. Who would care if he was a prince of a lonely family? To put it nicely, it's a VIP, and to put it plainly, it's a prisoner...

He is deaf and can't hear anything. He could only see the ferocious faces of the barbarian warriors roaring, roaring, kneeling on the ground with his head, grabbing the gravel and sprinkled it on his scalp. He could only smell the fishy smell of the war horse, the choking smoke in the air, and the pain when the cold wind mixed with gravel blowing on his face... It has never been The strange environment he has seen is that he chooses to close his eyes, don't look, don't think about it, and paralyze his dying heart with the pain on his face...

No one here will care about his existence, no one... he thought sadly. But he didn't find that in the fanatical crowd, an old man dressed in a gorgeous sacrificial robe and his hands stained with blood was staring at him, as if he had seen a miracle he had never seen before...

The king of Erdun Ketu looked at the king and his warriors silently, and the lion on the grassland rarely kept silent. I couldn't see what was thinking in his heart, but those night-like eyes seemed to condense the cold of the whole winter without any warmth.

King Biig Dahan of the German-Soviet Department came over, stood side by side with him, and said, "The vigorous riding is worthy of a vigorous ride... I'm afraid your lion tooth riding and the wind magic horse under my account can compete with it!"

The wind demon horse is the proud cavalry of the Soviet-German department. The difference is that the mount of the wind demon horse is not a war horse, but a war cow. The fighting bull and the fierce warriors, and their strength must not be underestimated. Moreover, the weapon of the wind demon cavalry is a long-handled and large-handled, and the power of cutting down is very powerful. The war cow is heavy and runs as fast as a short hammer, which can often reverse the situation in a sticky war situation. But the flaw is that although the endurance of the war cow is good, it can't keep up with the speed of the war horse. Mobility is more important than combat power on the vast grassland!

The king of Erdun Ketu was silent, but his fingers were clinging to the knife around his waist, and his finger joints turned white. His dark eyes were just looking at the king and several generals in the distance.

King Biergehan held his arms in front of his arms, with a fake smile on his face, and continued to say, "The Chi Na Sibu won the battle. This time, our five parts did not exert much power at all, but symbolically sent tens of thousands of slave warriors. Your lion tooth shooting and my wind demon cavalry were not sent out, all relying on Chi Nasi's vigorous riding and rider and falcon riding. War, hehe, don't you think the Japanese post will hold a grudge? Or do you still expect the Japanese to give us some grain gold? I'm afraid that the old wolf knows very well. He is not a kind-hearted king..."

The fake smile on his face was put away, and the jujube red face was cold, and he continued: "This time, the prestige of the Chinasi Department must be higher. Our herdsmen will turn to the Chinasi Department. Who will remember you, the king of the Great Khan in the future? Who will remember me, Bi Lige? Maybe the heroic ride of Chi Na Sibu will step on our heads after the beginning of spring, just like the end of the Gaza Department in those years... I don't think you have forgotten the end of King Lanmuzabu Khan? The whole Gaza tribe was exterminated, and hundreds of thousands of people were beheaded by the River. The river was dyed red and flowed hundreds of kilometers downstream before dispersing. Don't you want such a thing to happen to you and me?

King Erdun Ketu Khan still stood silently and couldn't see what he was thinking. He didn't even know whether he had listened to King Bileg Khan's words.

King Bireg Khan followed the eyes of King Erdun Ketu Khan and happened to see Sujile Heke sitting on the war horse. He twisted a mean smile on the corners of his mouth and said thoughtfully, "The youngest son of Bo Ritu will be 19 years old next year, right? He is longer than his brother Mondurathu Chinas... Your daughter will be 15 years old at the beginning of spring. I remember that the little girl is getting more and more attractive. There are many young men who pursue her. You don't want to marry her to Suri Le Heke, will you? Well, this is actually quite good. In a few years, Suille and Ke will inherit the title of king. Your daughter is married to the future king, which is extremely noble. Oh, you were the king's father-in-law at that time, and your status was more noble than the Khan king... I can't wait for it..." He shook his head and made it. With a sigh, the sarcasm at the corners of his mouth is getting stronger and stronger.

Erdun Ketu Khan King slowly turned his head and looked coldly at Birig Khan with a fake smile on his face. His gray hair was blown away by the wind and he danced wildly. The dark eyes were bright and terrible, as if a sharp arrow was going to shoot out from it to penetrate King Bilig Khan. King Bigrid Khan was speechless under such fierce eyes, and the fake smile on his face disappeared little by little. He read a dangerous signal from the lion's eyes. He glanced at the knife on the waist of King Erdunk Khan and shut up knowingly, because he had no doubt that if he said one more word, this head The old lion's knife will be directly hit on his spiritual cover...

King Erdun Ketu Khan said hoarsely, "I will not exchange my precious daughter for the glory of idly, never! Moreover, the king's title is not the silver wine glass in the tent. He can pass it on to whoever he wants... Although I am no longer young, I will still strive for the dignity of the barbarian given to me by God, although I would rather believe in the knife in my hand than the god in heaven..."

In the roaring wind, King Bi Lige Khan still heard every word of him clearly and was shocked.

On the day of the king's return, the whole barbarians were boiling, and the king who returned with great victory brought back countless precious satin gold, utensils and grain. When the king did not come back, people waited tremblingly. They knew how they would end up if they were defeated. The terrible white wind and food shortage were enough to destroy more than half of the barbarians. It was not that hundreds of thousands of people were frozen to death and starved to death in a winter. After the cattle and sheep were killed, someone would even be eaten. What a thing.

But now everything is safe. When the five-month-long winter comes, the herdsmen will raise fire in the tents, set up peeled mutton, and sprinkle spices that are not produced on the grassland. The white moon boiled for an autumn came out of the cellar, and the fragrance of wine seemed to fill people's lungs with a slightly drunken wine fragrance. If you can live a good winter, even after watching this year's snow, you can't care so much about the blood of the year.

The crowd welcoming the return of the king has dispersed. The king, several Khan kings and various nobles went to the tent to celebrate the achievements, and the warriors began to distribute trophies according to the number of tents. At this time, nearly three million barbarians gathered in the Rana River, and it was also a lot of work to appease the families of the war dead and count the number of herdsmen to distribute trophies.

In the dense tents, there is a family that is not happy.

"Dad, you haven't seen how much grain the king has recovered. Hundreds of ox carts are all there, and there are thousands of cows pulling carts alone. And the golden gold, and the silk and satin that were robbed can make a tent for each family..." A young man with an excited face shouted, pouring down with a large bowl of steaming horse milk wine in his hand. It's freezing. It's hard to kneel outside for so long!"

"Hmm, I know how to eat! Zagri, you haven't been to the battlefield. I don't know how cruel it is. You just saw the king robbed so much wealth and food, and you know how many warriors died in the war? How many people failed to return to the grassland? It looks like so many trophies, but how many people are there on the grassland? How much is in the hands of each family? I guess I can barely survive this winter. It's hard to get one more share!" The old herdsman silently lit a cigarette bag and said.

The young man called Zagreli threw down the bowl dejectedly, wiped the horse milk wine flowing from his chin, and whispered, "Isn't it you who have to pick up the child..."

The old man suddenly took a breath of his eyes, stared at Zagry fiercely, and said, "That's also a life! When your father was young, he was a vigorous riding warrior, holding * and following the king to make too many killings. This is atonement. Don't you understand? The old man knocked his son's head with a cigarette bag pot and scolded angrily, "Dad can't live for many years. You have to atone for your sins and wash the blood on your hands. In this way, if you die, Tengri God will take my soul to heaven to enjoy happiness!"

"But this is a southern child!" Zagre said, "How hateful southerners are..."

The old man smoked silently, stared at the curling smoke, and was silent for a long time before saying, "When I was young, I followed the previous generation of king Nanzheng Mengyang. I forgot how many people I killed, but I still remember the appearance of the people I killed, there were warriors of Mengyang, civilians, and women and children... At that time, southerners were no better than How good we are. If we die, there will be nothing! Whether this child is like a southerner or a barbarian, it is fate. Since it appears under the grassland in the far north, it is the child of the Tengri God. No one deserves to die..."

At this time, the leather curtain of the partial tent was lifted, and an old woman with the same white hair and kind appearance was lifted. She looked at her husband and son and said, "The child finally woke up!" With that, she lifted the leather curtain and led the child out.

What a delicate child! The long black hair fell down, the white face looked timid, and the scarlet lips couldn't help trembling, as if they were scared. At first glance, it looks like a girl, but the child's eyes are rare coral red, but compared with the old man's first sight, the red is not so scary, but it is not bright, just empty. The child's thin and small body was covered in a satin robe bigger than him, like a puppet. He was trembling, and the blue cynics embroidered on his chest of the robe seemed to sway in the wind.

"But he still didn't say anything, as if he was scared. Don't say what his name is..." The woman took the child's hand and sorted out his messy hair.

"Looking at his clothes, he looks like a child of a rich family in the south. I guess his family is a businessman. He followed adults to the grassland to sell goods and met horse bandits..." The old man silently added a trace of tobacco to his cigarette bag and said, "Poor..."

"When the food distributor comes, I will try to get him an extra ration. If it really doesn't work, I will sell the snow-high horse I picked up on the road. Our family will save some food and should be able to spend this winter..." The old man said, "Find a thick sheepskin jacket for the child. There was a fire in the tent, but it was still cold. Look at the child's health..."

The woman answered and turned around and walked away with the child. Several people who looked at the child's dull eyes couldn't help sighing.