Chapter 28 Hijacking

It has been snowing on the grassland for half a month, and the whole grassland is pure white. The hazy sky seems to be brighter because of the snow on the ground. Anyway, it doesn't look heavy and depressing. From time to time, the sky passed by an eagle that stopped to hunt while the snow, making a sad cry. The quiet grassland was full of the sound of eagles, and sometimes there were several harmony-like wolf howls in the mountains in the west.

The snow is thick, more than a foot deep. However, the king has ordered to clear the roads between the battalions, so as not to hinder the horses from running, otherwise the horse's legs will be pinned in the snow and even hurt. Ye Xingchen rode silently on the war horse and looked up at the bright white snow around him, which was a scenery he had never seen in Mengyang in the south. He has just learned today's swordsmanship from General Zaerhua and is walking to his tent under the escort of the warrior. It has always been this 100 team escorting itself. After a long time, they have become familiar with them.

General Zerhua's camp is not too far from the tent of the night stars. It only takes a bag of cigarettes to ride a horse. Some days ago, the heavy snow accompanied by the north wind. The warriors tried their best to urge the horses to run wildly and did not want to stay in the wind and snow for a while. Night Star is still not very good at riding a horse. All he can do is clamp his legs. The horse's stomach was tight, his arms were held in the horse's neck, and his head was lowered and his whole body was wrapped around the horse like an octopus, allowing the horse to run wildly in the hundred people. As long as it doesn't turn upside down, that's what he said when these escort warriors laughed at his lame way of riding. No matter whether he rides a horse or not, it's good not to be upside down from the horse. He has always been afraid of this kind of horse that runs like the wind and can make the southern Mabi like a mule.

It's snowing today, and there is not such a chilly wind. Only their team can walk slowly. This is also specially proposed by Ye Xingchen. He wants to ride on a horse and quietly look at the snow on the grassland to see how it is different from the snow in his hometown. Although it is surrounded by pure white without any flaws, and the iron-blue ridges of the barren mountains in the distance rippled on the white snow like waves, finally made the world so white and stiff. The sky is still dark and dark, but the snow on the ground makes the dusk brighter than usual.

"Isn't there such a snowy day in Mr. Chen's hometown?" The centurion of the escort team asked, riding a horse side by side with the night stars, turned his head and asked.

Night stars looked at the blurred eyes in the distance and came to their senses. They turned to look at this simple and honest barbarian man, smiled gently and said, "No, although my hometown also has snowy days, it is not so big. It occasionally snows a little in winter, and it may not snow all winter.

"Ha ha, such snow here can come day and night until the beginning of next spring. At the peak, snow can bury people and horses. If it's snowy, you can take the dog at home, tie the broken sheep's skin on the horse's hoof and step across the Rana River to the north to chase the yellow sheep and catch the codock. Hey, it's good to eat beef and mutton in tents in winter, and it's also good to change this kind of game. I guess the next time the snow is clear, the nobles will organize everyone to go to the north to catch the yellow sheep..." The centurion seemed to have a lot of words, and his broad face was full of simple smiles. He is just a samurai. He usually stays in the military tent, has no family, and has few opportunities to speak. Now that he has got the task of escorting the child, he is not only easily ordered by General Zaerhua, and sometimes he can see the big shaman, which has made him feel better.

Ye Xingchen smiled and motioned the centurion to continue. In fact, he liked to listen to these grassland people about things on the grassland. Life in the far north grassland is brand new to him and has never been done before. He just wants to use these novel things to disperse the past in his heart, but he is afraid that he will really forget those things... It is such a contradictory feeling.

The centurion thought that such a noble child would not be interested in these things, but this child is different from other noble children and is always so modest and polite. I heard that this child is a southerner, but because of the fat southern businessmen they have seen, they are different. The child's pure coral eyes are not as greedy and shrewd as those businessmen' small eyes. They are gentle and polite and never embarras them as servants. This is enough. For a samurai from a humble background, meeting a master who is really good to them is enough for them to give all their loyalty.

"At that time, the nobles will organize the herdsmen under their name to catch the yellow sheep. Hey hey, it was the most lively at that time. Hundreds of people, with bows and hounds, touched the place where the yellow sheep slept overnight. Everyone lay on the snow and slowly surrounded them. Hey, the most interesting thing is here. Hundreds of people dare not speak. They lie in the snow and adjust their position to see which side is faster and which side is slower. No one dares to speak. The yellow sheep's ears are sharp. They are all a group of 70 or 80. During the day, they find a thin snow shell to open the grass under the snow to eat, and at night, they find a leeward place to sleep. A little wind and grass moved a sheep to wake up and scream, and the whole flock of sheep blew up and ran away. Hundreds of people are busy all night, so when everyone goes out in the evening, they feed their dogs enough to prevent them from barking. The samurai said with a smile.

"It sounds interesting!" Ye Xingchen said with a smile.

"The most interesting thing is not this. Sometimes other people and we like the same flock of sheep. When we hold the fire folds and play with the lights, the small firelight flashes in the night. But sometimes there will be a green light, that is, someone looks at a flock of sheep with us!" The samurai stopped talking here and sold a barrier with deep meaning, waiting for Ye Xingchen to ask questions.

"Who is that?" Ye Xingchen saw the samurai's intention and asked with a smile.

The samurai was obviously satisfied, and he liked to have someone to chat with him.

"That's not a human! That's the wolf pack. The wolf pack and we like the same group of sheep. At this time, I'm gambling, that is, I'm being more patient to see who can wait until dawn, and I'm betting that the other party's power is not as good as myself!" The samurai deliberately lowered his voice and said that he saw the child's coral-red pupils tightened, which achieved his goal. Ordinary people are much less patient than wolves, because people are waiting for the dawn. After all, people can't see anything at night. Wolves are different. Wolves will take action when their encirclement is completed. The wolves howled, surrounded by green wolf eyes. You can't imagine that there are so many wolves ambush. If the wolves do it first, there is nothing the man can do. This flock of sheep can only belong to the wolves!"

"Then did you work hard all night? It must be uncomfortable to lie there in the ice and snow all night..." Ye Xingchen asked.

"No, talent is the smartest animal on the grassland. Wolves kill sheep to eat meat, and people kill sheep to sell money. There are 70 or 80 a group of yellow sheep, and it's good for a group of wolves to eat a small half. The rest of the yellow sheep will bite to death, and then drag them into a snow pit to bury them. When they are hungry, they will come back to eat. Hey, people just think about the rest of the dead sheep. When the wolves went far away, people took out the yellow sheep buried in the snow pit and dragged them away on the ox cart. After getting it back, the yellow sheep peeled the skin and divided the meat to the families, but the sheepskin should be handed over to the nobles. The nobles will exchange those sheepskin and merchants from the south for gold, tea and silk!" The samurai said.

"Sometimes the wolves remembered those dead sheep and found that the sheep were gone. They shouted angrily all night and finally had to walk away." The samurai smiled cunningly and said, "In the end, people still made money!"

"The wolves have nothing to eat. Isn't it pitiful that it's so cold in winter?" Ye Xingchen tilted his head and asked.

"Poor? Ouch, my master! You poor wolves don't pity the herdsmen. How many cattle and sheep do shepherds eat by the wolves a year? A group of pony were born in spring, and after one summer to autumn, it was good to survive two or three, and the rest was eaten by the wolves. On the grassland, if there are not many people, people are actually the most pitiful!" Obviously, the warrior did not encounter the logic of sympathetic wolves like the night stars, which was particularly ridiculous. Sometimes the wolves and people like the same group of sheep. If the wolf is bold, they will send a wolf to inquire about information. Just like the scouts in our army, they will send a scout wolf back and call the wolf to surround the people and the yellow sheep. If you encounter hundreds of big wolves, I'm afraid that these people who surround the yellow sheep will be bitten and eaten by wolves. Don't you feel sorry for the wolf at this time?"

Ye Xingchen tilted his head and thought about it, remembering what the kind-hearted man of the old Guimu family who first saved him on the grassland used to say: "It's not easy for anyone to live." He said to the centurion warrior, "It's not easy for people and wolves..."

The warrior was stunned, and then he laughed again, showing his neat teeth: "The little master is really kind-hearted! Yes, it's not easy for anyone to live on this grassland, whether it's a man or a wolf..."

The samurai read the child's words carefully and couldn't help smiling. This is the most heartfelt sentence he heard after being a samurai for so many years. This monotonous snow seems to have become beautiful, like the mood at this time.

"How is the master and the general learning to learn knives?" The samurai asked. He looked at the cloud knife hanging on the child's waist and said with a smile, "The master's knife is so good. I guess he learned the knife very well, right?"

Night Xingchen followed his eyes and looked at his knife. He reached out and stroked the shark skin wrapped in the handle of the knife. His hand accidentally touched the knife, and the cold metal suddenly pulled him into the cruel reality. He withdrew his hand and clenched his fist - the touch of his hands was no longer like his own hands. He had thick cocoons, hard, but he never scratched his hand with a knife. He whispered, "No, I'm very bad at learning. The general said that I am not a material for learning knives, but I just want to learn it well!"

"Oh?" The samurai smiled and said, "For the master's determination, I believe that the master can learn a good knife in the future!" I was also very bad at that time, and finally became a centurion after practicing. Hey hey, I'm satisfied as a centurion. The women and children in the tent can be fed. That's enough! The young master is from an aristocratic background, right? Then it will definitely achieve great things in the future. As long as the master is successful in the future, don't forget my Balkans and my brothers! Don't ask you to give us a reward at that time, as long as you don't think we don't know each other!"

This is the first time Ye Xingchen has heard the name of this warrior, the Balkans, but he doesn't know whether the warrior's surname is Balkans or the Balkans. This is a very common barbarian name. He didn't ask in detail. He only remembered that the warrior's teeth when he laughed were very neat and neat. But what the samurai said made him very sadistic. In the future, don't forget them, don't give them, as long as you don't pretend not to know them... This is the wish of these warriors who are determined to protect them with their lives...

How much Ye Xingchen wanted to tell them that he would become the master of the whole South in the future, give them a lot of things they dreamed of, and give them endless wealth in the South, for nothing else, but for their loyalty, simplicity, kindness and simplicity... But he didn't say it, because he knew They laugh when they hear their arrogant words, as if they will laugh at their lame riding posture!

If you have something, it's good to know it in your heart, and it will be broken when you say it. But if you don't say it, it's a lifetime of regret...

It's all dark. Today, they are walking slower than usual. At this time, the night stars have returned to the tent, but today they still have one-third of the way to go. The Balkans shouted, "ignite, hurry up and send the master back!" Add two teams in front, and two more teams on the flank. Use your bodies to block the master tightly, even if the sky falls, you are not allowed to escape!" The Balkans' voice was very low, like a heavy horn, echoing quietly in the snowfield.

The warriors untied the torches from the saddle and took out the fire folds from their arms to light them. The torches of the barbarians are made of thick, tough and burn-resistant cowhide and wrapped in butter. The flames are large and burn-resistant, and the lighting is the best at night. Seeing the fire, the night stars were finally not so nervous.

Balkan looked at his master and said, "Hey, every samurai is a good hunter. They have experience. They will definitely bring these lighting and heating things when they go out. Don't be nervous, hurry up--

Suddenly, his voice turned into a gasp in his throat, and a stream of black and red blood came out of his mouth, reflecting the burning torch, emitting bright and moist crimson. His blood splashed on the snow, and the hot blood melted into the snow making a 'squeaky' sound. The torch in the Balkans's hand could not be raised, and his whole body fell weakly as if he had lost his strength. Ye Xingchen saw a dark arrow inserted in his throat, which pierced his throat, and his vitality slowly lost from his body and his eyes became lax.

The 100s were shocked and the leader was killed, but they were not in chaos. Immediately, someone presided over the overall situation and roared, "Throw away the torch, throw away the torch, and don't let the enemy see us - surround the master!" The Hundred Samurai immediately took action, raised the torch in his hand and threw it away, but it was still too late--

The air seems to be full of countless beeps, the vibration of bow strings, the hiss of horses, the torches in the hands of the warriors mark the direction of the enemy, and dense arrows shot out of the invisible darkness around.' Miso-sori-' The dull sound of arrows into the flesh is particularly clear in the silent darkness. The warriors couldn't see the enemy in the dark, but they held the knife in their hands but didn't know where to cut! One companion after another fell off the horse and died without even shouting in pain. This ghostly feeling drove them crazy.

The warriors gathered around the night stars in a hurry and surrounded the night stars tightly with their bodies. At this time, there were less than 30 warriors left, but they didn't even see where the enemy's position was. The strong bow on the grassland has a range of 200 steps away, and the tegu arch in the hands of the most elite ferns can reach an amazing 300 steps. At this time, the wind and snow has stopped, and nothing will interfere with the trajectory of the bow and arrow, that is to say, the enemy hidden in the dark may be hundreds of steps away. They dare not disperse to pursue the enemy. Since the enemy is here to stop them, it must not be as simple as killing them, but for the child they are responsible for protecting.

A samurai shouted, "Who are you? Dare to kill the warrior under General Zaerhua's account, quickly report your name..."

The samurai's voice exposed his position. As soon as he shouted this sentence, his voice was abruptly blocked. What responded to him was the faint beep of bowstrings and the sharp sound of arrows breaking through the air. Then he also tilted his body and fell off his horse, reflecting a faint light. He could see a black arrow in his neck.

The remaining warriors leaned tighter.

"The big wind tent of Chi Naisi? But in this case, did Chi Nasi's wolf teeth train a group of targets? A lazy voice sounded, and a torch lit up in the dark, like a light sword tearing through the thick night. A team of people crawled out of the snow kilns on both sides of the road. They were holding huge steel bows in their hands, but the armor on their bodies was blood red and looked particularly majestic.

"Who are you?" Another samurai asked. But what responded to him was still the vibbling of the bowstring. Not surprisingly, his neck was pierced by a dark arrow, and the black and red snow shot out, with the loss of hot blood and his life.

"Do you see it? Young master, when killing people with bows and arrows, he has to aim at his throat, especially during the assassination raid, the arrows pierced his neck and blocked his trachea, and he couldn't make a sound..." It was still the lazy voice.

"Well, kill them all quickly and take the child away. My father gave you so much money, instead of asking you to teach me how to pull bows and shoot arrows!" This is a particularly arrogant and domineering young voice, with a rough and domineering voice.

"Of course, of course, if you receive the money from the Hulutai family, you will naturally do things beautifully for you. Otherwise, won't you humiliate my Azlan's lion tooth riding and shooting reputation?" The samurai said with a smile that his laughter was tremly and whistling, like a bat in the summer night sky.

As soon as he waved his hand, the warriors around him immediately raised his arrow and pulled the bow. When the bow string was tightened, it made an unknown creak, like a grinding disc crushing people's bones. The enemy Cheng half moon surrounded them, and against them was arrows shining with poisonous snake-like cold light.

The warriors of Chinasi finally saw clearly that the armor of the warriors surrounding them was blood-red, and the tattoo on their chest was an angry lion with a huge mouth - the lion teeth of Azeslan, the most elite blood lion rider.

It's the arrogant child's voice again: "If you shoot arrows like this, won't you kill the child? I want to live!"

"Ha ha. Don't worry, noble young master of Hulutai. These loyal warriors will use their bodies to block the arrows for their masters, and even if they are shot into a honeycomb, they will not retreat at all..." The samurai said in a tremly and smooth voice.