Chapter 4 Night Stars

"Agabu Guimu, is there four people in the family?" A barbarian warrior held a roll of parchment in his hand, read the name on it, and looked at the old man majestically.

The old man looked calm, with his cracked lips holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, and nodded, "Yes!" He did not cry and kowtow to thank the warriors who distributed food like other herdsmen. His expression was respectful but did not keep his breath, with a sense of righteousness. Perhaps because he was a noble and vigorous riding warrior when he was young, Yu Weiyou Lie.

The samurai looked over the sheepskin file and looked at the old man with a gloomy face. Obviously, he was dissatisfied with the peace of the old man's long monk.

The old man stretched out his dry hand like bark, took off the cigarette butt at the corners of his mouth, and said, "Master, the villain has a mercy!" He bowed slightly, but his dim eyes still had no meaning of flattery. My eldest son suffered from a severe wind and cold, and his lungs also suffered ^... Can you give our family one more rations? Seeing that the white hair wind is coming... I'm afraid that I don't have enough to eat, he won't survive this winter... He still has a high fever and is in a coma..."

After listening to his father's words, Zagri Guimu next to him was puzzled for a moment, and then suddenly realized that he looked at the warrior and nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, my eldest brother is very sick and can't even drink meat porridge. His family has killed all the sheep. He must not be able to support this winter..."

The samurai's eyes glanced majestically at the father and son, and his sharp eyes took turns to glance at the calm old man and the smiling Zagley's face. The old man looked at the samurai's eyes and cried in his heart. The samurai's eyes were clearly suspicious. I'm afraid there are many people who want to eat more. This trick has been used by people...

The beard on the samurai's lips was twisted with a sneer and said, "Is that right? If you have a heavy wind and cold and get tuberculosis, then this person will basically be useless. Even if it is cured, it is still a waste of asthma and shortness of breath. Why does such a person keep it? Do you know how difficult it is for us to kill this grain with blood and knives? The last sentence of the samurai suddenly became loud, like a thunderbolt.

The herdsmen in the surrounding tent came out one after another and looked around the Guimu family.

The old man was a little embarrassed. When he was young, he was also a vigorous riding warrior. He followed the previous king Nanzheng and knew how difficult all this was. If it weren't for the southern child, he wouldn't have cheated with an old face. But what else can he do?

The samurai seemed to be very satisfied with this effect. He stood up and looked around the herdsmen and said, "Lao Guimu, you were a vigorous warrior when you were young. In terms of generation, I still want to call you pleasant. Don't you even want the last bit of dignity when you are old? Is your eldest son really ill? Humph, dare you let me go into the tent to have a look? If I'm really sick, I'll give you all my share, and I'll give you the extra money and food as a military. Humph, if that's not the case, don't live with us, tear down the tent and leave the Rana River..."

The samurai said aggressively and glanced proudly at the panicked Zagri. He dared to say this because he saw a trace of panic in Zagri's eyes. Although the old man's face was very calm, the two people's completely different looks were the biggest flaw. As a warrior, he still had this kind of eyesight.

The old man's thin hand clenched the cigarette pipe, and the cold wind blew, and he couldn't help trembling. It was not because of the cold. On the contrary, his face was hot and hot, as if he had been scratched a few ears. Under the gaze of so many clans, like an unforgivable prisoner who stood in the wind...

"How about it, huh? Do you dare to let me search? With that, the warrior wanted to bypass the old man and go to the tent. Seeing this, Zagli quickly stepped back, opened his arms and blocked the mouth of the tent, and his face was full of anger.

The samurai smiled contemptuously: "Are you guilty?" He looked back at the silent old man, then looked at Zagri and said, "Get out of the way, let me go in and see if it's like what Lao Guimu said... How can a magnificent riding warrior lie, huh?"

"Don't allow it!" Zaglie, who had always been naive, blocked his neck at the mouth of the tent. He was as strong as an iron tower, and his face was full of anger. How can he stand this kind of thing when his father is humiliated by this warrior in front of so many people? What the barbarians on the grassland will use their lives to protect is nothing more than honor, relatives and land!

The samurai's eyes became fierce. He took another step forward and stretched his right hand to the handle of the knife around his waist. The bright knife was suddenly pulled out, and the bright light pierced Zagley's eyes, with a chill that was colder than the wind. He roared in a low voice, "Are you going to let it or not?"

Zagli's chest collapsed again, and the warrior's bright tooth knife seemed to draw away his courage and looked at his father helplessly. But the old man stood in the cold wind, motionless, as if stunned... Maybe the old man who had always pursued the samurai spirit was really angry...

Zagly suddenly felt that the leather curtain of the tent moved. Looking down, a smooth and pink hand reached out and lifted a gap in the tent. Through the gap, he saw a dark red eye, and his eyes were full of panic and panic.

The samurai was quick-eyed, grabbed Zagri's neckline and threw him aside. The arrow stepped forward and waved with a knife. The bright blade of the tooth knife cut diagonally down the cowhide curtain. The sharp blade split the curtain into two without hindrance. It fell down, and the surrounding herdsmen all took a breath of cold air, but not because of the samurai's sword...

Behind the curtain is actually a blood-red child with a face that looks like a southerner. His cheeks are pale and delicate, and his long black hair hangs down to his waist. Although he is wearing the shabby sheepskin jacket common to herdsmen, it is much bigger and unfit, but the aristocratic temperament on the child's body can't be concealed!

This is a boy who is extremely exquisite from head to toe, with a beautiful face, but the dark red pupils make people scared, like a beast that kills red eyes. If it hadn't been for the child standing there and losing his mind, I'm afraid someone would have lost his voice. The bright-eyed man knew at a glance that the samurai's knife was cut off by wiping the child's scalp, and the slight deviation was that the blood splashed in the air. But the child didn't feel anything, dull, with dark red eyes and distracted eyes facing the warrior with the sword.

The samurai laughed proudly and said wildly, "Lao Guimu, no wonder you want more food for one person. So you hid a child? Does it look like a southern child? Do you know that our northern barbarians and southerners will never die? Ah? You are an enemy, a traitor, and you are going to be tortured and trampled to death by a random horse! Do you know?"

The surrounding herdsmen sighed. It is a fact that the north and the south are not at peace for thousands of years. Every time the barbarians cross the wilderness and mountains is a bloody plunder of the south, and the two dynasties in the south have also reacted to this. Especially Mengyang, which was more seriously invaded by the barbarians, Emperor Bihai, who was in Mengyang, organized a 300,000 army to attack the north and killed all the way to the south bank of the Rana River, directly dividing the barbarians into the current six tribes! That battlefield is the Lana River where they are now wintering! The blood and tears between the north and the south will not be easily relieved...

The samurai was so strong that he reached out and picked up the southern child, grabbed his collar and held him in the air. He said hatefully, "Our warriors fought desperately to grab precious food. The clan didn't have enough food. Lao Guimu, you actually want to save an extra for this son of the son of the bitch? What kind of heart is it?"

The old man finally spoke, and his voice was indeed extremely weak and heavy. This child was picked up on our way... If you don't bring it back, you will die! No one is damned, everyone should live!"

"Bulls!" The samurai shouted angrily, holding the child's hand and shaking violently. The child shook like a soft doll, as if it had no weight. The eyes are still empty, and the dark red pupils are not bright.

"Do you know how many of our barbarians have died in this southern expedition? Ten thousand people will die just by riding vigorously! Ten thousand vigorous riders, can this make up for the loss? The samurai roared excitedly, and the saliva splashed, "Do you know that the southerners and our barbarians will never die?" With that, he raised the knife in his hand and wanted to cut it off his neck as beautiful as a child's antelope.

The old man said in a low voice: "When I was young, I followed the old king to the south. I have seen how tragic it was when the barbarian iron horse stepped across the south. In our southern expedition, all the warriors were all of whom were riding high-cloud horses with five feet of heavy armor. But what we killed are all ordinary people and warriors in Mengyang. To put it badly, death is his fate! But what's wrong with civilians? Should he die just because he grew up in the south? As long as you live, you are life! I didn't die in the south, so I have to forgive some sins, save the southern child, and wash the blood on my hands, so that Tengri God will forgive me!"

"FUCK!" The warrior was roaring, "Lao Guimu, find out whether you are a barbarian or a Mengyang man! In your veins, there is the blood of the wolf. Fortunately, you are still a vigorous warrior, and the people who ride vigorously have been lost by you!"

"Good!" The warrior gasped in a low voice, looked around the herdsmen and said, "Everyone has also seen that Lao Guimu's family actually took in southerners. This is a traitor and an enemy! After I kill this southerner, the Guimu family will be accepted as slaves and sent to the northern permafrost to mine stones..."

Everyone was in an uproar. This punishment was too heavy. The southern child was killed. They didn't think it was anything, but they demoted the old noble family to slaves, which was a little too much...

The warrior sneered, took the child to Lao Guimu, looked down at his old and indignant face, and said coldly, "My brother, Mengyang did not come back this time. He died in Mengyang... He left the woman and child in the tent died. Who will pity this southern child?"

The warrior stopped talking, stepped back a few steps with a pale face, threw the child to the ground, watched him fall heavily, and twisted a cruel smile at the corners of his mouth. He stepped on the child's head and drew a knife at the child's neck... The child's neck was slender and white, and the effect of cutting it down must be very good. The only thing that made him uncomfortable was that the child did not struggle at all and let him step on his head, like a weak lamb, but the lamb would be slaughtered. Call out and struggle with two legs. Isn't this child afraid?

What he hoped for was that the child struggled, shouted, grabbed the ground with his hand, and begged him for mercy... And he stepped on his head high and slowly cut down his neck with a knife despite the child's struggle, which was what he wanted! But the child's soft and collapsed appearance really gave him no pleasure, and he actually gave birth to a trace of greasy feeling...

But he didn't know that the eyes of the child who was trampled under his feet had become blood red. Not only the pupils, but also the eyes became scarlet, as if there was blood coming out, and his beautiful face became ferocious and terrible, like another personality waking up in his body and waking up... The wind around him suddenly became sharp and circled around him. The warrior blew, and the wind was not only cold, but also revealed a gloomy feeling, as if someone was blowing cold air on his neck behind his back. In an instant, there was an unbearable sense of fear in everyone's hearts, and there was also a kind of disgust, a kind of disgust from the heart! It seems that the trampled child is the most evil and terrible thing in the world! Almost everyone wants the samurai's sword to be cut down quickly and doesn't want to see the child alive again...

But the samurai's heart was full of fear at this time. He felt that he was not stepping on a child, but like a lying dragon, and as if he was roaring over the sea... His hand holding a knife was trembling. He had killed many people in his life and had never shake his hands. Today, he actually faced such a weak child's hand. Shaking... Another anger rose from his heart, and he felt that he had been despised! In the face of such a useless child, what else can he do?

He gritted his teeth and waved his knife, no longer caring so much. He just wanted to use this hateful southern child to pay tribute to his brother's unwilling soul who died in Mengyang!

The air is full of the sound of sharp blades breaking through the air, which is colder and sharper than the cold wind. The warrior's face is ferocious and twisted, with excitement! But a shadow suddenly rushed out, pinching the warrior's arm holding the sword, and actually stopped the warrior's chopping force.

The samurai was furious and turned his head to see who dared to stop him from killing. But after a glance, he immediately retreated a few steps in panic, stunned for a moment, and quickly knelt down to salute and said, "See the general!" The herdsmen around also knelt down and saluted. In Chi Nasi, who didn't know the king and his generals? The person who came was the leader of the fierce cavalry, Su and Saihan, a general known for his iron blood. In those years, the Chinasibu destroyed the Gaza and killed hundreds of thousands of the Gaza people. The battle stabilized the status of the Chinasi grassland, and also created the prestige of the Chinasi fierce horse and Suhe Saihan.

The warrior quietly looked up at the general and found that there was no expression on the general's face. He said, "General, the humble position has found out that Guimu's family has hidden a southerner, and Guimu also tried to lie, trying to deceive one more person's rations... The humble position is ready to correct it. Law."

General Su didn't seem to hear his words, just looking at the child lying on the ground with dark red eyes. His eyebrows were full of solemnity. He squatted down to help the child up and tidy up his clothes for him, but his hands suddenly froze, as if he had seen something incredible! Following his eyes, everyone saw the blue hydrinth embroidered on the child's gorgeous silk robe wrapped in a sheepskin jacket. The child's body trembled, and the blue hydrant also swayed in the wind...

Su He's mind seems to stir up thousands of huge waves. How many times has he seen this blue fengxin in Mengyang? How many times have you flown above the strict gun array in the face of the light armored brigade of Mengyang Night Country? During the decisive battle outside the Mengyang Emperor's ethereal city, more than 10,000 people were hanged, and the blue fengxinzi flag was still floating on the tall city... And the warrior standing under his banner, wearing moon-white armor and the title of "Zhentian", smiled at him indifferently. He remembered these clearly... In Mengyang, he had a blue He still remembers the unprecedented failure in front of the army of the feng zi flag, and he still remembers the face of the samurai who caused his failure...

Now on the grassland in the far north, he actually saw this blue fengxin again. How can he not be afraid?

Su He said in a low voice, "What's your name?" The light in his eyes was both expectation and fear. His arms trembled and silently waited for the child's answer.

Lao Guimu was about to go up and tell Su and the child that he had never said a word, but this time the child opened his mouth unexpectedly. His scarlet lips gently opened and closed, and said in an inaudible voice, "My name is...Night Star!"

Su He's sharp eyebrows suddenly raised, his eyes were round, and his voice was speechless in his throat! Ye, this child's surname is 'Ye'. In Mengyang, the surname 'Ye' is second only to the surname of the royal family 'Wanyu'! How can a child with such a noble surname appear in the wilderness of the far north? He resisted the fear in his heart, held the child's shoulder, and continued to ask, "General Zhentian of Mengyang, Ye Mingshan, who are you?"

The child with a dull expression finally had a glimmer when he heard this sentence, and the light in his eyes was not so lax. As if he remembered something terrible, his expression twisted ferociously and said hoarsely, "He is my father, my father... They are all dead, all dead..." The child's eyes turned blood red again, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down his cheeks, dripping on the barren land, making a circle of dust.

Su He was shocked again, even more shocked than meeting Ye Mingshan's son in the wilderness of the far north! The man named "Zhentian" in Mengyang is dead? The famous general who stopped the advance of the barbarians' iron horse died in just two months? He really can't believe that this is the truth, but this child can be explained when he is exiled to the grassland. It's nothing more than being exiled by those in power... Poor!

He picked up the child, wrapped the child tightly in a sheepskin jacket, and looked around the herdsmen around him. Everyone retreated under his eyes, and even the arrogant warrior lowered his head and did not dare to make aback.

Su He looked at the warrior indifferently and said in a voice colder than the wind, "You'd better not let too many people know that you are trying to kill this child. At least I know that the king will not let you go!" The warrior seemed to be scared and quickly knelt down and kowtowed. How could he think that this unaccordant child on the grassland could know such a noble person as Su and Saihan, and even have something to do with the king. If he knew this, he would not be willing to use a knife if he gave him ten courage...

Su He looked at Lao Guimu again and said, "When you were riding vigorously, I was just a centurion... Now I am the leader of the vigorous cavalry, but the old cavalry who followed me first died almost!" With that, he looked at the embarrassed old Guimu standing in the wind and sighed and said, "I want to take this child away for the time being. I will report to the king, make you a noble, and divide you with the population and cattle and sheep. That's right. It's not easy for anyone to live..."

Lao Guimu shook for a moment, and his stubbornness was not strong. His face was full of tears. He knelt down, kowtowed to Su He, and choked: "General Xie..."

With the awe of the herdsmen, Su He turned around and walked with the night stars in his arms...