Chapter 37 Fanyang to make

Mengyang Linxi two years, at the end of March.

The ice and snow on the grassland are gradually melting. Although it is still cold to the bone, does the sun that will appear make people's hearts warmer and warmer?

The turf in some places has emerged new green, tender yellow, with some hazy colors. It is this touch of yellow and green, which makes the grassland less monotonous. This is the vitality of the grassland. There is a heroic soul sleeping under every grassroots, and there has never been a shortage of heroes on the grassland.

At this time, the night is dark and dark. There is no moon at night and no stars can be seen.

A group of cavalry approached the exit of the camp. The night wind straightened their command. The majestic war horses ran with all their strength, but there was no sound. They were all stepping on the snow and high clouds. The horses' hoofs were wrapped in sheep's skin. The grassland that had just melted in spring snow was very muddy, so that the horse's legs would not sink into the mud and hurt the horse's legs.

"Who is it? Take a step forward and shoot arrows!" The warriors guarding the entrance of the fence raised their torches, and the leader of the guard warriors shook their knives. The archers behind the fence stood up one after another. The huge bows were pulled full of strings, and the arrows shone dangerously under the light of the torch.

The horses roared in unison, and the cavalry was in front of the fence. There were about 40 to 50 people, each of whom was dressed in black and covered his whole body. They wore helmets on their heads, and their faces were covered by iron masks, so they couldn't see their faces clearly. The sheath from the waist hit the saddle, making a disturbing sound.

The guard warriors rushed over in groups. The long guns and arrows were arranged in a row to block the wooden fence leading outside. The warriors led by them, holding slender knives, were wary of the ground and pointed their sabres at the knights led by the cavalry: "Without the king's oracle, you are not allowed to enter the camp at night! If you dare to pass the barrier, you will be sentenced to death."

The two black horses rushed out quietly in the cavalry. Before the leading warrior had time to react, the sword had crossed his neck. As long as he tried a little harder, the samurai's head would be cut off. The two knights covered the leader with half of their body and didn't say a word.

The two sides were struggling to stand in, and the warrior retreated a few steps tremblingly. His eyes fell on the two crossed swords and was surprised to find that the sword was more than five feet long and one foot wide. * Although it was rusty and mottled, it was chilling, especially the serrated teeth on the back of the knife, which made his neck painful.

"Boom... ride vigorously..." he said hoarsely.

The only thing that can use such a heavy sword on the whole grassland is the proud cavalry elite of Chinasi - vigorous riding. When this terrible weapon is hit hard, it can easily split the enemy's defense, enough to split the opponent in half.

"Let your people put down their weapons." The knight led by the riding team came out and shouted in a low voice. He shook off the iron ring armor that covered half of his face, revealing his gray hair and sharp amber eyes.

The two knights withdrew*, pulled the war horse back, and stood quietly behind the talking knight.

"Do you know me?" The leading knight asked in a low voice, and his amber eyes were faintly shining in the dark.

"Jun...King..." The warrior was so shocked that he was about to kneel down.

"Get up!" The king stopped him in a low voice.

The samurai did not dare to make a sound. He turned around and gestured to the warrior behind him and ordered them to put down their weapons. He approached the king's horse and waited for the order.

"Open the fence, I'm going out." The king lowered his voice, "Also, no one has been out of the camp tonight. You didn't see anything, do you understand?"

The warrior was stunned for a moment and hurriedly answered, "Yes!"

The riding team quietly passed through the wooden fence. The samurai leader followed the cavalry in awe and sent them out. He suddenly found that this team of cavalry were all riding the most expensive snow horses, but they did not hit a torch, and everyone's horses were wrapped in soft sheepskin.

The king pointed to the southeast, and the cavalry ran wildly under his guidance.

I don't know how long they ran on the grassland, but just followed the king's horse. I only remember that they had been running towards the southeast, and then turned west to make a big circle. Until the king whispered, "Stop." Only then did the cavalry strangle the horse. The horses are gasping low and running all the way, which consumes too much physical strength.

The king turned over and got off the horse. This team of warriors were all the king's subordinate warriors. He knew that the king had lost an arm, but the king got on the horse and disarmed the horse still smoothly. The warriors also disembranged, holding the reins in one hand and weapons in the other. They stood in an orderly manner, in groups of three, besieged the city and defended it tightly. The two warriors in the circle lit a fire. They removed the iron ring armor with hidden faces, and the firelight lit up their faces - one was the old king, and the other was the heroic cavalry commander Su He General.

No one knows why the people at the peak of these two grasslands came here late at night regardless of their status and power.

The king sat down cross-legged and greeted Su and the general to sit down and warm up together.

If the king thought silently, Su He could not interrupt his thoughts. He looked around and couldn't recognize this place. It was a sunken grass village surrounded by high grass slopes, so quiet that there was no wind. In addition to this pile of flames, it is thick as if there is a heavy darkness.

"It's strange to pull you here late at night, isn't it?" The king suddenly said, but when he spoke, he still looked at the burning and jumping flame, as if meditating.

"The king has your reasons for doing things. Su He knows that as long as he obeys the king's orders." Su He answered honestly.

"Ha ha, Su He, your sharpness has also restrained a lot!" The king smiled and said, "I remember ten years ago, when I ordered to kill all the 400,000 prisoners of Gaza's troops, you executed it without saying a word. The blood of 400,000 people stained the whole river of Rina. At that time, I rode with my eldest son Mondurattu and watched you from afar as you order a batch of killings, and I also gave it to Meng Duatu said, 'In the future, I will become a hero like General Su and General...' The king suddenly sighed for a long time, with a burning sadness like a strong drink.

Su He's expression was also unnatural, and his dark eyes also stared at the flame. "At that time, he only wanted to make achievements and inspire the prestige of the lord of the grassland. He didn't think so much at all. The king said he could kill, then kill 400,000 people, offending the king's majesty. No matter how many people there were, Su He would Kill it! It's just..." He suddenly stopped talking and quietly looked at the king, but found that the king's amber eyes were looking at him.

"If you have anything, just say it. After all, I'm old, and there are not many people I can trust..." said the king.

"Su He has never known why you are determined to kill the prisoners of 400,000 Gaza. There are warriors, nobles, slaves, women and children. Is it really impossible to kill them all?" Su He looked at the king like a confused child, and his dark eyes were twinkling.

The king smiled in a low voice and said, "This... don't tell you for the time being... Because I promised the big shaman before, the big shaman won't let me say it, and I can't help but give him face. Telling the truth, I'm afraid the old man will be ashamed to wipe his neck and commit suicide..."

Su He didn't know, so he gave a sw of doubt on his face under his beard, but he didn't ask any more questions. Ten years ago, more than 200,000 people were directly killed and injured on the battlefield of Chinasi's war against the Gaza, and the massacre of more than 400,000 prisoners. The Gazai, which was inherited from the war more than 100 years ago, was removed from the grassland, which also consolidated the position of the lord of the Chinasi grassland and forged the reputation of Su and Saihan as butchers.

But too many people died in that battle, and many non-dead slaves, women and children were killed. Every time Su He thought of this, his heart was cold. This murder is too serious.

"Since more than 150 years ago, the Bihai Emperor of Mengyang led more than 300,000 warriors to cross the vast wilderness mountains into the grassland. On the south bank of the Rina River, the barbarians fought a decisive battle with Mengyang. In the end, the barbarians were defeated and split into six tribes. After that, these six tribes fought with each other and fought with each other. People died every day... The days were really dark. More than 150 years ago, Chi Nasi rose. In the ancient barbarian language, Chi Nasi means 'white wolf', and the flag of the tribe is a white wolf! It is said that at that time, Chi Nasi's ancestors had an army of wolves. The wolves were not afraid of death, sharp teeth and claws and ambitions. When the war horse saw the wolf nature, they were too afraid to approach... Gradually. In a series of battles, Chi Nasi became a big tribe. The king grabbed a handful of grass from under him and sprinkled it in the flames, and the flames jumped more vigorously.

"But that's just a legend. No one knows whether there is an army of wolves, but until more than a hundred years ago, an unparalleled warrior appeared in Chinas, and his appearance directly established the status of Lord of the grassland--

"Zhuo Ligetu Chinas, God of War..." Su and Saihan read these words in a trembling voice.

"It's him... Su He, your heroic horse was built by the God of War. At that time, Zhuo Ligetu searched for all the gold of the barbarians, bought the best iron materials from the south, and invited the best craftsmen to create more than 30,000 heavy armor and *, as well as vests according to strict drawings, armed against the world outlook. Heavy cavalry - vigorous riding. He leaned on this cavalry of more than 30,000 people all the way over the Huanghe Mountains and killed directly to the imperial capital of Mengyang. The last warrior he worked hard for, and finally left more than 200 people left to enter the city, put the knife on the neck of Emperor Mengyang, forcing him to sign an agreement to submit to the barbarians... Mengyang provided gold, grain, jewelry and silk to the barbarians every year for more than a decade. Those more than ten years were the most comfortable period in the grassland... until the God of War After death, Mengyang's national strength was restored, and then he tore up the agreement with the barbarians... After that, there were more than a dozen battles between the barbarians and Mengyang... Recently, as you know, last year, in order to spend this winter, I also lost an arm..." The king said slowly, and I was not excited because I defeated Mengyang. Su He knew that the king felt sorry for the lives of the warriors, but no one could do it...

"The enmity between the south and the barbarians in the far north is too deep. Barbarian women and children were stunned by merchants from the south and secretly transported away. There are many cases where merchants from the south are kidnapped and killed halfway... The barbarians and Mengyang in the south are really immortal..." The king is indifferent It doesn't seem to be a hatred between the two major forces.

"But Su He, what if one day the barbarian cavalry and the southerners stand side by side to fight? In case one day southerners are willing to fight with us and pay for a large amount of fertile land, can you put down the enmity between the extreme north and the south and stand side by side with them? The final reward is to cut off one-third of the fertile soil in the south, where we can graze for generations without suffering from hunger and cold, would you like to? The king's amber eyes flashed strangely under the firelight and looked at Su He and said.

Su He felt dry for a moment and couldn't say anything. Barbaric, rude, cruel barbarians, noble, elegant, noble southerners... Can they sit together and discuss matters peacefully? This is the most likely way to meet and draw a knife for life and death!

Suddenly, he looked at the darkness around him and suddenly realized something. His face was extremely panicked, as if he had been scared by his own ideas... He lowered his voice and asked, "Someone is coming from the south?"

The king raised his hand to stop him.

"Yes, someone did come. It's just that ordinary people are not here. The king lowered his voice and shook his head, and his gray hair also shook.

Su He looked into his eyes and gushed out with awe. He is younger than the king, but he knows the history of the barbarians very well. How many heroes can negotiate with southerners head-on in barbarian history? Although there are many barbarian heroes, they all spend their energy on inter-ethnic infighting... But the heroes who can really confront the southerners are only five fingers. Zhuo Lige, the god of war, is one. Although the king's father failed in Mengyang more than 30 years ago, he created a Shenluo emperor. The emperor called the king's father in troubled times. Xing, so he is also a hero, and the king deserves it. He is the first king to push the iron horse of the barbarians under the imperial capital in the heart of Mengyang in more than 100 years after Zhuo Ligetu, the god of war. Who did the king fear? And even if there are people who can make the king afraid, they are just heroes like Zhuo Ligetu, the god of war and Emperor Mengyang Shenluo.

He can't understand the king... But then again, if he can understand the king, I'm afraid he is not just a heroic cavalry leader, and the king will not be a great king.

"This time it's not just a caravan. The person who came this time represents a dynasty..." The king sighed in a low voice.

"Is Mengyang people so backboneless? You just fought with us last year, and now you are brazen to come to the grassland? Don't southerners even compare with the backbone of the women in the tent? Su He suddenly felt very sad. Southerners are cunning and calculating, which does not mean that they don't even have the most basic principles. Redness slaughtered the city in October last year, killing and robbing. Plunder... Did Mengyang people forget so soon?

He doesn't want to deal with such a backbone southerner himself.

"If it's a person from Mengyang, I can still feel at ease... At least we deal with Mengyang a lot... But this time it's Fanyang, which we have never been in contact with before." The king whispered.

"Fanyang?" Su He repeated the name in a low voice. He also knew that this dynasty was an empire with similar strength to Mengyang, and it was also the product of the division of the Jingxi Dynasty more than 300 years ago. The Jingxi Dynasty 300 years ago was in its heyday, but it collapsed in just 20 years and re-emerged two new empires - Mengyang Dynasty and Fanyang Dynasty.

If all the heroes over the time are counted together, Mengyang and the founding emperors of Fanyang can be counted. The founding emperor of Mengyang and Huangfu Jinglan, the founding emperor of Fanyang, could overturn the Jingxi Dynasty in its heyday in just 20 years, establish a new imperial dynasty, and fight freely. In the eyes of the emperor, human life is nothing more than that.

"Fanyang Dynasty, Fanyang Dynasty, the world of the Huangfu family! Strength and wealth are no less than Mengyang's empire. Su He said in a low voice.

"Yes, the barrier between us and Mengyang is this barren mountain, just a mountain, and our war horses can be turned over. But the barrier between us and the Fanyang Dynasty is that we can't see the river bank on the other side. The river is hundreds of meters deep. How can our iron horse cross the river without wings? The king said in a low voice, "So we have always been at peace with Fanyang, but this time it is precisely the people of the Fanyang Dynasty. Fanyang has never appeared on the grassland. However, it must be clear that Fanyang and Mengyang are both in the south, and even they were a whole more than 300 years ago. Fanyang may only be more insidious and cunning than Mengyang people. We must not fully believe them..."

Su He's head struggled to absorb one message after another that made him stunned and said, "Your Majesty, what is the purpose of their coming to the grassland? What on earth did they come to the grassland for?

The king stared at the jumping and burning flame, slowly sneered at the corners of his mouth and said, "What the people of Fanyang said is that they want to form an alliance with us to provide us with gold weapons, including grain, silk treasures, and finally give us one-third of our territory. And we are going to use them as weapons and fight for them... This is the purpose of the Fanyang people who are coming this time.

"Allied?" Su He said in disgust, "What's the point if you leave us halfway and run away like Shen Guo, who allied with Mengyang before?"

"So! I just asked them to meet here. I won't tell the nobles in the tribe that if we can't get what we want, we will directly refuse the Fanyang people! After all, we barbarians have survived on the grassland for so many years, and we don't expect to rely on the untrustworthy southerners to get what we want! But the opportunity must not be missed. Try it first, it's not a bad thing..." The king said in a low and hoarse voice.