Early in the morning, Dan Khan Shandong.
Woohoo A jade belt eagle soared into the sky, soared from the grassland in front of the mountain for three or four miles, and circled around for a while before suddenly returning, making a cheerful cry.
Then a white shadow emerged from an inconspicuous valley, a knight in armor.
After a while, another horse rushed out, and then the cavalry behind surged out continuously, meandering out like a white dragon.
The white-horse cavalry that rushed out of the valley quickly lined up in a phalanx on the grassland in front of the valley.
All white horses, white robes, silver armor and snow knives, they are white horses Gongsun Bai sat proudly on the back of the snow eagle horse, and the snow-white hunting behind him spread in the wind.
Behind him, more than 2,000 white horses were righteous, all with cold expressions, not angry and arrogant, although they had traveled a long way, but their divine power was not reduced.
Gongsun Bai let out a long breath, raised his head, his eyes swept over the vast grassland, and looked northwest, only to see a river hanging in the sky like a jade belt, and this river was Qiu Shui.
On the bank of the Qiushui River, a white felt tent is densely covered with a radius of seven or eight miles like the ocean, and that is the royal court of Danhan Mountain.
On the mountain road, the road is safe and sound, and now to this reckless grassland, even a million military horses may not be able to besiege the white horse Yicong from this fast horse fine horse, it is obvious that the wooden book is credible, Lao Tzu is right again He looked back at the white horse behind him, and saw this group of veterans of a hundred battles, all of them in high spirits, standing tall and solemn, murderous and arrogant, with the potential to kill gods and demons, and couldn't help but feel full of pride.
The spear pointed: "Go."
I went to serve the old nest of the Xianbei people."
The sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and the thick horseshoes trampled on the grass and splashed dirt.
The grass clippings were flying, rolling towards the royal court of Danhan Mountain.
The sun has just risen.
The cold sun shone on the withered yellow grassland, looking so bleak and desolate.
The shepherds who got up early drove the cattle and horses to graze in the fields, and the first heavy snow of winter had just passed, and the ground was full of residual snow, and the grass had long since withered, and the cattle and horses that were foraging for food also looked listless and wailed from time to time.
In the grasslands east of Danhan Mountain, seven or eight ragged shepherds were picking up dry horse manure on the ground not far from a herd of cattle and horses.
Seems extraordinarily busy.
And not far from them, there was a Xianbei man dressed in a leather robe and carrying a sword and arrow at his waist, sitting on horseback and watching them.
One of them, an elderly shepherd, was bending down to pick up horse manure while singing.
A mournful and melodious song echoed across the grassland.
"The autumn wind is sorrowful and kills.
Out is also worried, in is also worried.
Whoever in the seat does not have worries makes me white-headed.
There is a lot of wind in the hudi, and the trees are repaired As I move farther and farther away from home, my clothes are getting slower and slower.
The mind cannot be spoken, and the wheel of the intestine turns. ” Singing and singing.
One of the middle-aged shepherds couldn't help but say, "Lao Li, stop singing, I can't help singing Lao Tzu anymore."
Eight years ago, it has been eight years since Lao Tzu left the state.
I've been working as cattle and horses for eight years."
The old shepherd known as Lao Li finally stopped singing, looked bitterly in the direction of Danhan Mountain, and muttered to himself: "Eight years is nothing.
You have lived at least half your life in Handi.
I have been a slave in the steppe since my ancestors, serving the Huns.
I have come to serve the Xianbei people again, and I don't know how many generations.
My ancestors followed General Li Ling.
The hero of the Han Dynasty who killed the Huns was terrified, but unfortunately he couldn't return home, and eventually became a captive of a foreign race. ” The middle-aged shepherd stayed for a long time, and suddenly there was a look of hope in his eyes: "It's been eight years, when will Wang Shi cross Danhan Mountain and save us back, even if it's just to bury our bones to our hometown, it's worth my death." ” Lao Li was stunned for a moment, and then looked up to the sky and laughed miserably: "Master Wang, Master Wang, hahaha Master Wang, my ancestors have been here for more than two hundred years, and I have never seen Master Wang take us back to the heart is the soul of a great man, and the death of a foreign slave has no way in the sky, and there is no way in the sky."
He roared for a while, threw the basket of straw full of horse dung on the ground, and began to sing loudly.
"Batch of iron armor, carrying a long knife, fighting with the son, the road is long.
Fight with the enemy, die and live together.
Fight with your son, and your heart will not be slack.
Step on the swallow and chase the beard.
Fight with the son, and sing fearlessly.
Fight with the son, sing fearless and fearless" The middle-aged man panicked, looked at the Xianbei man who was watching them not far away, and said urgently: "Be quiet, Mica can also speak a little Chinese, if Micah understands your lyrics, you and I will be whipped."
Lao Li laughed and said: "What's the big deal, Lao Tzu and him have fought for hundreds of years, and how can they not be slaves" Tap At this moment, there was a sharp sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and the middle-aged man was startled and said urgently: "That group of beast cavalry is coming, stop singing, otherwise you and I will have to look good." ” The two of them had already raised their heads and looked to the east, but their eyes were messed up by the phantom that was like clouds and snow, and the knight's white robe and silver armor on the horse were obviously not the attire of the Xianbei people, who wore leather robes and few armor.
The two of them stared blankly at the galloping white clouds, almost unable to believe their eyes, and another Han man not far behind him wiped his eyes fiercely, and then exclaimed: "That's the king of the Han Dragon Banner, that's the king of the king."
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"Master Wang, Master Wang, we are not dreaming, the sky has eyes, we finally waited for Master Wang" Seven or eight Han people all roared wildly, let out a ghost crying wolf-like cry, threw down the dung basket in their hands, and stumbled towards the galloping Han horseman.
Miga, the Xianbei man who was watching them, heard the sudden hysterical shouts of the Han slaves, and turned around in a daze, only to see that the Han people had thrown the dung baskets on the ground, and wanted to escape.
"Master Wang, Master Wang, Master Wang, come to save us" Several Han Chinese were like crazy, running wildly, dancing and shouting.
Under the morning glow, Gongsun Bai took the lead.
He was leading more than 2,000 white horses from a gallop when he suddenly saw several ragged shepherds in the distance screaming and running over.
Seeing that he was about to hit him if he didn't slow down, he hurriedly reined in the horse's feet.
Confused, he turned around and asked, "What are these people shouting?"
Zhao Yun behind him raised his eyes, listened carefully for a while, and hurriedly said: "Han people, they are Han people, they must be Han slaves who were captured by the Xianbei people." ” As soon as the words fell, I saw a Xianbei man in a bearded leather robe behind him running over with a whining horse, and the longbow in his hand was already raised high.
Zhao Yun was furious, and the jade lion under his crotch rushed out like lightning.
Horse fast.
Arrows are faster I saw a long arrow flash in the air like a meteor, and then the Xianbei man fell under the horse with his head on his back, and there was no more sound.
When they raised their heads, the Han people were already on their knees, weeping bitterly.
The royal court of Danhan Mountain was built at the foot of Danhan Mountain, on the bank of the Qiushui River.
This is a city of kings that took countless efforts to build by Tanshi Huai.
It took a lot of effort to bring solid stone from a distant place that was rare on the grassland, and it took a lot of manpower and years to build this city, which represented the symbol of his rule over the grassland.
Although it is said to be a castle, it is actually a royal court with strong walls to protect it.
The city is almost entirely full of tents, and there are no other buildings at all.
Nomads don't live in tents on the steppe.
Then it's not a nomad.
Around the royal court, tens of thousands of people were scattered, and in the center was the center of the royal court, surrounded by hundreds of white tents.
It is the big tent of the Xianbei royal family, which houses the Xianbei queen, princess, and other princes and nobles.
After King Putou of Xianbei led the crowd out of the city to the south.
The person in charge of the city is the third son of Tan Shihuai, and the uncle of Putou, Cheng Lugui.
Inside the white tooth tent.
Cheng Lugui lay lazily in the arms of a beautiful woman, and a big hand reached into the collar of the beauty.
Kneading the trembling top where it could not be described, another big hand unscrupulously roamed the thigh of the beautiful woman, reached under the skirt, and touched the place that could not be described below, and under him was a white tiger skin.
The zero beauty of Nading has already been rippling in spring, and her pink cheeks are flushed.
But if you look closely, you can see a look of disgust in her eyes.
Just when the fire in Cheng Lugui's heart was burning more and more, and he was about to press the beautiful woman under him, there was a sudden chaos outside, and a sharp and messy footsteps came.
Cheng Lugui couldn't help but be furious, jumped up, and was about to run out of the tooth tent, but saw a personal guard leader rushing in in a panic: "My lord, it's not good, the Han people have entered the royal court."
"What Han Chinese" Cheng Lugui was instantly messy, and after a while, he was stunned and asked, "Where did the Han people come from?"
The leader of the pro-soldiers said miserably: "Rushed from the Danhan Mountain trail." ” Cheng Lugui quickly recovered his expression, and said angrily: "The Han people are coming, why don't the soldiers who defend the city close the city gate, where is Jianman?"
The leader of the pro-soldiers smiled bitterly and said, "Lord Jian Man has escaped from the royal court last night with his family and more than 10,000 tribes, and he doesn't know where to go. ” Cheng Lugui was petrified again, and said angrily: "This thief, in order to fight for the royal power, he actually conspired with the Han people, even if Jian Man fled, there are still more than 10,000 soldiers and horses in the city, why can't he hold Hugh to block the tent, hurry up with me to kill the enemy?"
The leader of the pro-soldiers suddenly laughed, and smiled fiercely: "The royal court of Danhan Mountain is over, because the city gate was opened by Lao Tzu."
Before the words fell, Cheng Lugui only felt a pain in his abdomen, and hurriedly grabbed it, only to see that one-third of the blade of a dagger had been inserted into his abdomen, but the fat layer in his abdomen was extremely thick, and the knife was grabbed by him who was as powerful as an ox before it hurt his intestines.
"Traitor" Cheng Lugui hissed and roared, grabbed the wrist of the pro-soldier leader with one hand to prevent the dagger in his hand from penetrating, and the other iron fist had already smashed into the head of the pro-soldier leader. bang The leader of the pro-soldiers was caught off guard and was knocked unconscious by a punch.
The son of a generation of Xianbei male lord Tan Shihuai, Wu Yong is naturally not too bad.
Cheng Lugui pulled out the dagger and threw it at the leader of the pro-soldiers, and the dagger had already been shot into the throat of the opponent.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed something strange, because there was suddenly an extra blade on his chest, and the tip of the knife was still dripping with blood.
He turned his head slowly, just bumped into the hateful eyes of the Ding Ling beauty, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand, and he slowly fell.
To be continued
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