The east is white, and the morning light is faint.
There was a man's snoring from the small tent that was half open, and the big feet stretched out of the tent, stretched straight, and shook slightly like a spasm a few times, and then retracted.
He stretched his waist, raised his arms hard, sat up, and the two sister-like naked people in his arms moved slightly with his movements, they pursed their lips, but the thick sleepiness was not disturbed by him, and instead curled up to the other side, falling into a deep sleep.
Compared with the ice and snow of the plateau and the barrenness of the Gobi, the combination of desert and grassland can exude a long-lasting and smooth beauty everywhere, this withered natural beauty is rough but comfortable, and perhaps in the fierce cold wind mixed with the smell of sand and dead grass, you can still smell a little soft.
The man walked shirtless, with a body of hard muscles that had not yet fully stretched, to the long wooden pedestal behind the tent, and he peed as he looked into the distance.
Facing the cold wind, the clear cold wind of an ordinary morning on this grassland, the man's slightly messy shawl hair and beard were gently stirred, and his slightly squinted eyes quickly recovered from the state of apprehension, perhaps the reason why he drank too much liquor during the bonfire celebration with the group of heroic knights last night, his eyes were still full of bloodshots, but the pair of blazing eagle eyes did not have the slightest tiredness and procrastination, with the aggressive heroism between the eyebrows, the innate ferocity of a Xianbei warrior gradually revealed.
It should be said that this feeling is awe-inspiring, even a little intimidating, it is a special aura that you can feel when you stand far away, and that natural arrogance and violence may be born for this land.
The man put on a beard with narrow sleeves, turned over his horse, and galloped towards the depths of the vast grassland.
It was a small hill, not so much a mountain as a slightly raised terrain on a vast expanse of land.
He came to an inconspicuous stone house and cried out in a loud voice: "O noble wise man, O revered angel who cannot be blasphemed, the people of this wilderness whom you have blessed have fallen into confusion again, where the horses have not eaten grass for three days and three nights, and whose bodies are getting thinner and thinner, and who rub their hooves against the height of the night, are they afraid of the cold of the winter and the wild winds outside the plug, or are we ourselves cowardly, and are we unworthy to live in this land, and we beg for your guidance and help!"
” There was no movement in the stone room, not as it had been last time, and when he had asked a sincere question, the shaman staggered out of the door and stood beside a poplar tree on the high dirt slope and prayed to the heavens, trying to get the answers that the people were begging for.
He stood in front of the low door, bowed his head, shook his whip vigorously, and was about to turn away, evidently annoyed.
The wooden door creaked, followed by the staggering footsteps of the shaman and the clanging of gold and silver objects hanging all over her body.
A smile appeared on the man's face, and he knew that his loud cry had alarmed the old man who was able to talk to the gods, and he stared at the door tightly, beginning to look forward to the encounter.
The wrinkled hands of the female shaman trembled and groped, and she slowly supported herself against the stone wall, poking out the old face for a moment, and then quickly retracted.
Even in such gloomy weather, her pale blue pupils were stung by the dim light outside the door, and when she stepped out again, she was already wrapped in a thick black cloak.
The man fell to his knees with a smile on his face, and bowed deeply to the faltering old man, and when the man who seemed so mysterious and noble to him stood before him again, he felt a trace of trepidation and fear, for her omniscient intelligence was terrifying, even to this man.
The shaman ignored him and walked towards the high dirt slope.
It was overcast, the wind on the slope was noticeably stronger, and the shaman sat cross-legged beside the poplar tree, and began to meditate on the heavens, her hands slowly holding up her crutches, her mouth vibrating, and after a shudder of pain, her pale blue pupils turned into two completely white eyes.
She stared at the sky, lowered her head again, looked at the empty space in the distance, and gradually, she wrote the pain on her face, she opened her mouth, tried to speak but could not speak, only tears kept sliding down the old wrinkled face.
"Ahh I saw dark clouds, a large black cloud, they were in full force, absorbing all the energy, they were crushing here, blood and bones everywhere, clogging the river, covering the land, even on the way to escape, where there were thorns, people wanted to escape...
But there is no escape, the dark cloud has already set foot on the road to the north, getting closer and closer, but no one can stop it, no one..."
With a sharp tremor in the shaman's body, the pale blue pupils reappeared in the sockets, and she returned to normal.
On this gloomy morning, on this cold morning, she had completed a serious conversation with God on behalf of the people of the land, and she glanced at the surprised expression and long-closed mouth of the man standing beside her, wiped away the tears from her face with her hands, and got up to leave.
She staggered down the hill step by step, perhaps even she had forgotten what she had just said in her psychic, but she at least knew that it was not a good sign, she could sense it from her panting state and her hands clenched because of the severe trembling, she suddenly stopped, bent down to look at the dense cracks on the crutches, and left more quickly.
When the man returned to the camp, it was noon, the men and women were training and working for a day in the small valley area, he stopped and dismounted, and saw an old man in a gray cloth shirt with a cane to meet him from a distance, he bowed lightly and said: "General Kibulin, the horses in the pasture have been restless for the past few days, they have not eaten or drunk, and many of them have lost weight, how can the soldiers fight on such horses, I have raised horses for decades, and I have never encountered such a situation, I think it is better to change the pasture." ” Ji Bulin said: "Old man, I guess these horses are afraid of the dark clouds coming from the south!"
” Old man: "Dark clouds?
What clouds?
” Ji Bulin smiled but did not answer, patted the old man's shoulder, and said, "Dear Uncle Fulan, please take care of these horses for me, we will have a big battle soon."
Then he got on his horse and left.
The old man hurriedly shouted: "The big battle, who to fight, calm down, we can't beat them now!"
Also, my two daughters didn't come home last night, do you know where they went?
” Dark clouds obscured the low, gray-black houses on the prairie, and there was a clanging sound from inside.
The craftsmen of the blacksmith lifted their blackened cuffs high, and under their thick arms, they held the red-hot iron and beat it hard.
When the first man takes out the long piece of iron that has been set in the mold, he quickly passes it on to the second process, and the man burns it red again, and then violently beats the shape with the long oval hammer with the handle, and then polishes it delicately until the thick edge of the blade gradually thins and flashes silver.
With the horses' hooves trampled, Kibulin came to the row of tinkling blacksmiths' workshops and shouted, "Have you exhausted the iron ore on the rocky mountain?"
” An echo came from the blacksmith shop: "Don't worry, general, there are still more iron mines on the mountain, enough for us for a few years!"
” Jibulin raised his eyes to look at the dark clouds in the sky and shouted, "Then dig them all up and forge a sword!"
We're going to war!
Then he raised his whip high and galloped away.