The shaman carefully lifted the white cloth from the ceremony, fell on her knees, and began to perform the ancient mythical song in front of the stars.
We stood on the top of the distant Xianbei Mountain, and saw your eyes, Those black brilliant gems are the source of the wisdom of the sages, We follow your instructions, Raise your whip high and wave it to the top of the majestic mountain, Shoot the lightning arrow, chase the once glorious billions of trillion years, Qinghai's high truck carries your thoughts, Could it be that the vast stars have delayed the time to return, Every time we think, every time we sing, Please don't give up on these leftover children, Hear, hear, When we conquered all the earth, Please allow us to embark on a journey and run to the distant Xianbei Mountain again.
The female shaman sang three times in a row, and the taste was different each time, and the Xianbei warriors fell to their knees, seriously cooperating with the female shaman's affectionate singing of yin and yang, and they all shed tears.
Because it was their ballad, the song they had when they were young, it was a song that they were already familiar with when they were still lying in their mother's arms sucking milk, they grew up with this ballad, herding and fighting, it was the yin and yang frustration, the singing that made these children and warriors grow up when they saw the wind, three times a day, they have heard too many versions, they can clearly distinguish the quality of the singing method and whether the singer is emotional, and can make hundreds of Xianbei warriors in their prime, this female shaman obviously did it, Her singing voice should be the same as what they heard when they were children, so right that people can't help but feel numb in their scalps, immersed in the whirlpool of memories, and can't extricate themselves.
When the hundreds of samurai who were ready to defend themselves listened to the powerful enemy, the meaning was even deeper and longer-term, and the innate primordial power in the hearts of the samurai was stirred up, and the emotions were also stirred, and after sacrificing the Blue Flame Banner and drinking the full three bowls of mare's milk wine, everything naturally entered a state of frantic war, and Gibulin jumped on the high drum platform, pulled out the sharp scimitar, and shouted at the hundreds of heavily armed Xianbei knights: "Someone once advised us to leave here, Avoid the enemy from the south, but the Xianbei warriors of Shenwu, please remember, your body flows with the blood of the Xianbei King Tan Shi Huai, you have never been conquered by anyone, we will not leave, because we are the real masters of this land, then let them come, come to see if our long knives are still sharp, whether our bows and arrows are strong, let them leave painful memories here!
” The knights were boiling, and the steel knives, which looked unusually bright in the light of the torches, waved in the air, and they flapped their armor incessantly, and let out a roar.
Jibulin gave the order, and the troops of several hundred men scattered to the south, guarding the various camps.
He jumped off the drum platform, walked into the big tent alone, and looked at the dozens of Huns sitting in a group: "The enemy is marching at night, and their advance army should be about to arrive." ” The Huns said: "General Ji rest assured, we Huns will never break their promises, but our general is too weak now, we need to send someone to send him out of here, and the remaining Hun knights will definitely live and die with you and defend your homeland." ” Ji Bulin stepped forward to look at the man who was still lying on the mat with a pale face, and asked, "He looks extraordinary, what is his name?"
” "He is the eldest son of our Da Shan Yu, our major general Helian Yizhi."
An old man replied.
Ji Bulin said: "Let him go back, he still looks very young, this battle does not have to sacrifice a future Shan Yu, the price is too great."
With that, he turned and left.
The man returned to his little sleeping tent, he knelt on the ground, and carefully took out a piece of jade from the large wooden box that had lost its original color that had been eroded by the cold wind outside, it was a piece of jade that could be hung around his neck, it should be safe, of course he still remembered clearly, it was a woman he met by chance, the woman who was taken away by Yeli Wusun gave it to him, he held it in the palm of his hand, and carefully observed the warm breath that still remained under the cover of candlelight, and after a long silence, He strung it up with hemp rope and hung it around his neck with his backhand.
The woman's brisk footsteps interrupted his thoughts, and he quickly gathered his emotions and wrote the domineering and free and easy back on his face.
"Today is probably the last time I will be with you."
Ruoxue and Shuyu bent in and stood straight in front of him and spoke.
The man did not speak, he slowly stood up, untied his saber and clothes, and stood there staring at the woman.
The lingering sound of ecstasy came out of the tent unabashedly, echoing around the silent camp until the fierce beating of drums came from far away.
He poked his head out, glanced toward the smoke, and quickly backed away.
The battle should have begun, and it was a thunderclap in the middle of the night without warning.
The 3,000 knights of the Tiger Camp rushed into the camp with long knives on their shoulders, and the flames and smoke trampled on it, quickly breaking up the thin contingent of Xianbei and Huns.
It was a molten slurry in the night, a scorching torrent from the mountains, and they rushed out of the dark desert, and quickly burned the whole grassland.
Hundreds of Xianbei knights resisted, they used their innate fighting genes to the extreme, wielding their whips furiously, slashing and slashing enemies they might never have seen so brave, their swords stained with blood, and throwing their own blood on the enemy's steel blades without hesitation, they fell one by one, fell to the earth covered with bones and blood, kissed this land full of love and pain, drew their short blades, and ended their suffering.
The long knife in Kiblin's hand was wielded wantonly, and the sparks of anger flashed with each sword touch were accompanied by the withering of a knight, and when the knights around him gradually fell into the dust, he became more and more angry, and he wanted to cut down all the knights of the prepared and well-trained Tiger Battalion, but it was not an easy task, and after resisting the siege, he fell off his horse.
His eyes were dark, only the chaotic hooves of the horses and the fierce cries of fighting, he tried to stand up, but he couldn't, numb labor pains came up one after another, and he gradually felt exhausted, and fainted to the ground.
"Where is this?"
The man opened his eyes slightly, looked at the faint morning light in the distance, and asked weakly.
"This is our home, the grassland that is full of green grass and wildflowers in the spring!"
The woman answered him.
"Oh, I remember, am I dead?"
The man asked.
The woman stroked his blood-stained cheek with her hand and replied, "No, you don't, you are the hero of the steppe, the wolf of the desert, you will not die." ” "Is the battle over?"
Tears welled up in the corners of the man's eyes, and he asked ashamedly.
"No, this battle should never end, and I can still hear the soldiers waving their whips and stomping on them."
The woman replied.
"Where are they?"
The man asked.
"They haven't gone far, they're still speaking their hometown, and they're watching you from there!"
The woman replied.
"Brother!"
In the distance, there was the sound of horses' hooves, and Ji Di on the horse shouted loudly.
He jumped off his horse, ran over, threw himself beside Jibrin and said, "Brother, they say...
They said they were going to hold a sacrifice for the fallen soldiers, and it was by the river. ” The man coughed lightly and said, "Why?"
” Ji Di looked at Ji Bulin's bloody face and said with tears in his eyes: "They say that they are all heroes of the grassland, we like heroes, and we are willing to go to mourn for the heroes collectively...
Brother, listen!
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” In the distance, by the river, the female shaman's ethereal and melodious singing voice could be heard.
We stood on the top of the distant Xianbei Mountain, and saw your eyes, Those black brilliant gems are the source of the wisdom of the sages, We follow your instructions, Raise your whip and wave it at the top of the majestic mountain...
Fulan Ruoxue and Mulan Shuyu supported Ji Bulin, followed by Uncle Mulan, and the remaining dozen soldiers and Huns, they slowly passed through the Han army and walked to the center of the sacrificial platform.
The female shaman's singing did not stop, and she stared at the group of visitors with her pale blue pupils, her face full of sorrow but not a trace of sadness.
"Kid, do you want to be a real grassland hero?"
When the shaman had finished singing, she came to Jibulin's side and asked in a low voice.
"Yes, of course I do, even in a dream."
Jibrin knelt down in front of the shaman and replied.
The shaman lifted him up by both hands and said, "To become a true hero, you have to master a secret. ” "Secret?
What secret?
Ji Bulin asked anxiously.
The shaman beckoned to him, motioned for him to bring his ears closer, and whispered to him.
"If you can really do this, the whole world will be yours, go, child, the world is big, go and make your wish come true!"
The female shaman looked at Ji Bulin, who was puzzled, and then limped away.
When she stood on the dirt slope not far away and looked back again, a long-lost smile finally appeared on her wrinkled cheeks, and she clearly saw that the Huns had already beaten their horses and left, and the generals of the Han army had also lifted up Jibulin, who was kneeling on the ground.