As the saying goes, the sea is all water and the grasslands are all grass. This sentence is really not wrong at all.
People who have never been to the grassland in person can really not imagine the vastness of the grassland. Although the Yinshan Mountains can be vaguely seen on the horizon, when you are on what seems to be a whole green grass carpet, it is so overwhelming.
This feeling of joy is really beyond words. Especially now that it is the season when the grass grows and the eagles fly, when the thin and tender grass touches the soles of the feet, it makes people feel even more joyful and full of hope.
But for these Xianbei tribes in the Yinshan Mountains, there is no joy at all with the coming of spring, only indescribable fear and a coldness that radiates from the bones and makes people shiver.
Several Xianbei men pressed against the horse's neck as much as possible to reduce the resistance of the wind. From time to time, they looked back nervously. The horses were dripping with sweat, their hooves were flying, and speckled soil and fine grass foam were behind the horses' hooves.
Yang Lao Gao, hula la la rushed across the meadow...
In the distance are a dozen tents, a column of cattle and sheep, and some half-grown boys gathering together to play outside this small tribal settlement. It is said to be playing, but in fact it is not as noisy as usual.
, For them, they are not aware of the crisis they are facing now, but the faces of the adults are not good, so the fighting and wrestling games they usually like to play are not very exciting. They just don’t want to get too close to the tent.
The noise made the adults upset, so they got together and dug out ant holes with sticks and roots.
"Back! Abba and the others are back!"
A sharp-eyed boy saw the horses galloping on the meadow, and then recognized his father. He jumped up for joy, followed the direction of the horses and ran towards the tent area.
"Back! Oh, back!" A group of boys also cheered, running, and jumping. For them, their father is the bravest man in the world. There is no problem that can be overcome, and there is no risk.
The snow can block their steps, as if as long as their father is around, the pillars of the tent will never collapse.
"Abba!"
The boy who was rushing at the front just smiled and jumped to meet his father, but was pushed aside by his father. He suddenly lost his balance, stumbled and fell to the ground. When he raised his head, he found that his father's face was livid, and his eyebrows were grim.
He suddenly showed an expression that he had never seen before. He was so frightened that he couldn't help but kick his legs on the ground. He wanted to stand up, but found that his legs were a little weak...
"...Awu'erchi, how are you?"
"Uncle..."
The leading Xianbei man, Awu'erchi, grabbed the old man's robe and said with a grand expression, "...Da Danghu, Zuo General... are all defeated! Defeated! Now the Han people are marching north! Along the way
…”
Awurchi had a look of fear on his face, big beads of sweat broke out from his forehead, and he shuddered: "...all have been breached...and...Battle is dead..."
"What?!" The old man grabbed Awu'erchi's arm urgently, took a few quick breaths, and said, "...Don't be anxious, speak slowly, speak slowly, what's going on?"
Awu'erchi calmed down, took a breath for a while, wiped the sweat from his head, and said: "Our right and left generals were defeated by some Han from the south, and even Battle died in the battle.
The Han people hold flags of three colors, and there are monsters and giants with extremely hard bodies that cannot be hurt by even the sharpest knives and arrows! Battle died in front of those giants... The monsters of the Han people are better than ours
The horses are all taller and bigger, and they spray white mist. It is said that they are raised with flesh and blood and are extremely ferocious. When our horses saw the Han monsters, their legs and feet became weak, and there was no way to fight the Han people...
Going all the way north, it is said that we are almost reaching Heyin, and all the tribes on the road...are...all..."
As Awu'erchi said, he couldn't help but hesitate. Although he didn't say what the tribes along the way were like, his expression said everything.
"...and this..." Awu'erchi took out a piece of sheepskin from his arms with a sullen face, painted some patterns on it, and said, "This was given to us by General Zuo's tribe..."
The old man took it over hastily and pointed at the little man riding a horse on the sheepskin pattern with his old and yellow fingers. His face became more and more ugly, and the ink between the wrinkles of the years became heavier and heavier, like a tent.
The shadows inside all covered the face.
"There are still thirty more people..." the old man closed his eyes and murmured, "...spring has begun now, and the cattle and sheep need to find good pastures to gain some fat from the winter, and the horses are also ready to start breeding.
"... Thirty more people are not enough even to include an old man like me. Do we have to let half-year-old children also go into battle..."
"Awu'erchi, was this troop deployment order sent to you by General Zuo?" The old man opened his eyes and asked, staring at Awu'erchi.
Awu'erchi shook his head and said: "I don't know him. The entire Zuo General tribe is in chaos... Just one person came, and a tribe gave an order to mobilize troops... What should I do?"
"This... this troop deployment order, besides you, who else has seen it?" The old man squeezed General Zuo's troop deployment order tightly, as if he could squeeze water out of this small sheepskin, and got it.
After receiving Awu'erchi's negative answer, he pondered for a while before looking around, and then said: "...Awu'erchi, come with me..." After saying that, he turned around and entered the tent behind him.
Awu'erchi didn't know why, so he followed the old man into the tent, only to see the old man standing in front of the small bonfire in the tent, motionless. The flickering flames reflected the old man's old face, and the darkness between the wrinkles on his face seemed to disappear.
drip out.
After a moment of silence, the old man suddenly raised the troop deployment order above the bonfire, and then let go...
"Uncle!" Awu'erchi shouted in surprise.
The old man said in a deep voice, his voice hoarse, as if countless fatigue and wind and rain were hidden in it: "... Our tribe is too small... too small... so small that we can no longer bear another loss... Ah
Wuerchi...this is not an order to mobilize troops, this is a relocation order! This is a relocation order! General Zuo ordered us...to move to the northwest to save our people..."
Awu'erchi made a sound, then fell silent, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "Abo, in this case, we have to move faster, don't wait until the Han people come up... Let's clean up, tomorrow...
No, let’s leave today!”
"Yes! We'll leave today!" The old man looked at Awu'erchi and nodded, "Go and tell everyone, we'll leave today..."
Awuerchi turned around and walked out of the tent. Some light from outside the tent came in, but it was immediately blocked by the curtain, and the tent fell into shadow again...
"...General Zuo, it's not me... Sigh... Anyway, my tribe is so small, thirty men are not missing much... General Zuo, I'm sorry... My grandson is just fourteen years old, really.
's... I really don't want him to go to the battlefield like this... I'll repay you for your great kindness in the next life..."
The old man knelt down toward the northeast, knelt down on the ground, and murmured, but his voice became lower and lower...
Liu Bei: "I'm here to see Mr. Zhuge." Child: "Have you registered?" Liu Bei: "Ah? No." Child: "Then you register here now..." Liu Bei registered and then went back. Two days later,
The day came for the second time. Liu Bei: "I have registered." Child: "I know. But you didn't make an appointment. The husband is not here. You can come again next time." Liu Bei had no choice but to make an appointment again. After a few days, he visited the thatched cottage three times. Liu Bei:
"I've registered and made an appointment! Is Mr. Zhuge here?" The child said: "Have you taken a number? Sir is very busy, you need to take a number first..." Liu Bei went to get the number, and saw it said "Please wait patiently"
, there are XX people in front of you. "Liu Bei waited and waited and waited until the child finally came out... The child: "Okay, today's business hours are up, we are closing..."
