Xun Gong, a great historian in later generations, wrote the book "Shiyulu". One of the articles in "National Policy: Yubei Zhi" contains:
"In the spring of the second year of Zhaoxi's reign, the vanguard of the imperial army crossed the Pinjin River to the north and fought a fierce battle with thousands of barbarian Di at the western foot of Zangdao Ridge. They were defeated. The Di chief was defeated and fled to Yanluoyuan..."
However, the book does not mention what price Jiang Yan and his subordinate Tie Zhongshan paid to break out of the siege. And it was this Dahe of the Muyun tribe who almost died under the arrows of Saxue Cavalry. Unfortunately, just a few months later, he once again led an army that all princes could not underestimate. In the troubled times at the end of the Great Ascension, he completely changed everyone's destiny.
When Jiang Yan broke out of the siege of the Saxue Cavalry that day, only a few hundred of the five thousand hussars around him were left. The reason why they were able to escape was because the four-edged armor-piercing arrows used by the opponent were expensive and located on the border. Yubei did not have enough national strength to distribute in large quantities, so after only three rounds of volleys, the two sides once again entered into a hand-to-hand battle to compete for numbers.
By this time, Jiang Yan's voice had already roared hoarse, hoping to reunite as many of his subordinates as possible. However, the severely wounded Tie Zhongshan had already fallen into extreme chaos. The survivors were more or less in a state of chaos. They all had several arrow wounds, and even the armor on the hindquarters and legs of many war horses were penetrated by arrows, dripping with blood.
Faced with the pursuit and interception of the Snow Cavalry, the injured horse could no longer bear the weight of the rider on its back and fell to the ground. In the desperate situation, the rebel army suddenly erupted in a series of loud war roars, like a stag roaring, and like a stag roaring. The lone wolf howled at the moon. The fallen Tiezhongshan was determined to fight to the death. He kept swinging his sword to slash at the legs of the enemy horses that were coming up from all sides, and shouted loudly in Shuodi language:
"Tugulie Aoleji! God bless you!"
Jiang Yan suddenly felt something gushing out of his eyes, causing everything in his vision to curl up and blur. Only half of the mask on his face was left at this moment, and the other half had long since cracked and fallen off during the slashing. On the Xiaotian Mo in his hand, half a body had been cut off from the waist and stabbed through the chest with a knife.
The young man struggled to raise the long knife in his hand higher, lifting half of the body of the Snow Rider high in the air. Blood dripped on his armor, as if it was raining from the sky. The blood was soaked in the air. The ferocious face of the young man also made the Yubei Cavalry that was surrounding them feel timid, and they did not dare to move forward for a while.
The young Hehan was as steady as a rock, standing between the two armies with one man and one horse. The Mo Dao held high in his hand was like a flag, gradually bringing more and more Tiezhongshanzhong together. Taking advantage of Yubei's opportunity Before the army could join forces, the warriors raised their whips and hoofs, driving their horses to rush out from the gaps in the encirclement, towards the endless grassland and towards the direction they called home.
In the evening, the exhausted Tiezhongshan remnants, led by Jiang Yan, finally stepped onto the edge of Yanluo Plain. The wind and water surged, the sun set over the long river, and the sea called Caobo in the meadow in the distance seemed like a blur. Like a dazzling pearl on the grassland, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun. And the bloody battle not long ago seemed to be diluted by the scenery in front of me.
But young He Han knew in his heart that Yubei's Saxue Cavalry would not give up so easily. At this moment, those cavalry in plain clothes and white armor might be following closely less than ten miles behind them, and he
The heavy iron mountains around us have abandoned their armor and are no longer able to fight.
Many people in the team had already removed the heavy armor from themselves and their horses to heal their wounds and stop the bleeding. In addition to arrow wounds, the warriors had numerous new injuries. Some of them were blind, and some had broken bones.
Some had their heads cut off, some had their arms and legs broken, some had injuries to their abdomens and chests, but no one had injuries to their backs.
Jiang Yan also took off his slightly clumsy armor with the help of several warriors. There was a long and narrow wound between the flesh of his right leg, but it was caused by a blunt instrument through the thick iron armor. His left shoulder was also wounded
An armor-piercing arrow penetrated, leaving a bloody hole as thick as a thumb.
Fortunately, the arrow did not damage any vital parts, nor did it break any bones. The bright red color oozing from the wound continued to condense into blood beads at the tip of the arrow, and dripped onto the grass blades at his feet, making a rustling sound.
"Hehan, there may be some pain next, please bear with it."
A warrior next to him said this, raised his left palm and pressed it on the place where the arrowhead intersected with his body. Before the black-eyed boy could answer, he had already pulled the arrowhead out from between his flesh and skin.
The severe pain made Jiang Yan's eyes darken, but he held his knees tightly with both hands without making any sound. When he opened his eyes again, the other party had handed a wineskin to him.
The pale young man took it with a slight smile, pulled out the cork with his teeth, and drank a few big gulps. Salha's wine soon became stronger, and his clothes soaked in cold sweat and blood seemed no longer as good as before.
It was so cold. There were waves of numbness in the wound, as if there were a few small insects beating on it.
"Are these wounds on Hehan's body from previous battlefields?" the warrior who drew the arrow asked while applying herbs to the wounds.
"Some are yes, some are not. And some - I may have forgotten how they got to me." Young Hehan paused, "But in your eyes, these should be nothing.
Bar?"
"What did He Han say? With such scars, he can be regarded as one of the best warriors among southerners and prairie people." the warrior replied.
"I'm just lucky that I didn't die. How about courage..." The black-eyed boy shook his head mockingly, and then asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Su He, and my surname is Bai Tu." The other party carefully bandaged the wound before answering.
Yan Jiang pulled the half-sleeve he had taken off back onto his shoulders: "Bai Tu - I heard Tuya mention that this surname also belongs to the Wang clan who followed her grandfather Hongji in the war sixty years ago. What's going on in the unknown family now?"
Are you still okay?"
"Hehan has a good memory." The person opposite showed a trace of unexpected joy on his face, but he shook his head, "I used to have a mother and two elder brothers in my family, but they are gone. Fortunately, the eldest brother is still here.
He gave birth to the same son as his wife."
Hearing this, the young man couldn't help but feel tight in his heart. The previous battle with Mu He had severely damaged Muyun's vitality, but he never expected that these warriors who had just lost their loved ones would have a look on their faces when they talked about life and death.
An unparalleled peace that I have never seen before.
Su He seemed to read the confusion on Jiang Yan's face and continued: "He Han wants to ask why I didn't stay at home to take care of my relatives, but I came here to die?"
The other party's directness made the young man suddenly realize his gaffe and nodded hesitantly.
"Old General Yuan Ti told me that my family will be well taken care of, so there is nothing to worry about. After all, we prairie people will eventually enter the Immortal Heaven. By then, I will be able to see my brother and the others. Presumably they will also
Will agree with my choice."
"Eternal Life——"
The young Hehan raised his head and looked at the Milky Way that was gradually appearing on the sky. The grassland people believed in their ancestors and even believed that the Milky Way was the road to the Eternal Heaven. And every warrior who died heroically on the bloody battlefield
, they will all go to that place, and they will eventually see the many fathers, brothers, ancestors and comrades who also died heroically for their blood relatives.
Therefore, this moment of rest, which seems to be in desperate situation, has become the peaceful tranquility used by the warriors to soothe their souls in order to welcome the arrival of the sacred moment.
In fact, young Hehan did not fully believe in these beliefs of the grassland people. He said no more, but took out his sister's necklace from his arms - the crystal clear crystal pendant, with some small red fish in it.
It's not clear, but it's like a burning flame, intertwined with the light of the setting sun on the horizon.
At this moment, the young man still has too many regrets in his heart: he is not sure whether the girl with fiery red hair is still well today. He also does not know whether the elegant peer in white in Mulu City will still be the same as before.
So gentle and elegant. To this day, he still wants to find out who was the culprit who ruined his family. What's more, he wants to know clearly, what is the relationship between the girl named Ziyuan in the Shihua Pavilion in Mulu City and his
Does it matter to my sister? He looked forward to eating the delicacies cooked by Sister Jia again and visiting the large and small shops on Zitong Street. He also looked forward to witnessing with his own eyes General Baili's great revenge.
Report.
Everything seems to be the same as it was a few years ago, without any changes. However, Jiang Yan is vaguely aware that he may have changed a long time ago. Now, what makes him feel a little relieved is that there is finally someone.
The trustworthy person is staying in the depths of Yanluoyuan, staying by Tuya's side. Moreover, because he has not forgotten the people and things worth remembering, along the way, he has never violated his original intention - who is right to him?
If he is good, he will be good to everyone."
The young man closed his eyes as dark as ink and put the necklace in his hand on his neck. When he opened his eyes again, his expression was obviously less fearful and regretful about death, but more filled with endless courage and calmness.
.
"Perhaps there really is immortality in the world. At least one day when we meet again, I can stand up and tell you that Jiang Yan is not a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"
The young He Han stood up suddenly and pulled out Xiao Tianmo stuck at his feet. The black-gold blade pointed directly at the horizon, unmoving:
"This is no longer a strange land by the Pinjin River. This is the place where your ancestors have herded horses and sheep for generations, and it is also the place where the loyal and brave spirits of the Muyun tribe in the Eternal Sky are cared for! Today, even if we will all be buried here
, we must also let those enemies who dare to invade understand that Yanluo Plain is not a place where they can come or leave as they please!"
The Tiezhongshan people also stood up from where they were sitting, raised their swords to the sky, and the sound shook the sky. At the same time, from the other side of the horizon, the rumble of war drums also floated in the wind.
The Snow Riders in white clothes and armor marched forward in formation, their horses' hooves raised and lowered slowly to the rhythm of the drums, in a uniform manner, and even the ground beneath their feet shook slightly. A pair of horse heads were painted on the brocade.
The flag fluttered in the wind and was as white as a spiritual flag coming to summon the souls.
In comparison, the hundreds of Tiezhongshan standing in front of it were like a few weak praying mantises blocking the chariot.
With the sound of the horn, Yubei's army stopped advancing. There were only a few hundred steps between the two sides, and Jiang Yan could even clearly see the faces of every cavalryman in the Saxue Cavalry Formation, as well as their expressions of confidence in victory.
"Tiechong Mountain, let the war horses gallop under your crotch! This year, the lush pasture in Yanluoyuan will be irrigated and nourished with the blood of the enemies in front of you!"
Under the leadership of He Han, the last few hundred warriors tightened the reins in their hands, clamped the horses' bellies under their crotches, and launched the final charge towards the Northern Army Formation like a sharp knife. And the sharpest sword light was
, is the young man riding on Wu Chen’s back, his eyes as bright as paint.
Almost at the same time, an overwhelming rain of arrows rose up from the Saxue cavalry formation again. However, the heavy iron mountain, which had removed all its armor, actually ran faster than the wind and faster than lightning! In the blink of an eye, they were killed.
Arriving in front of the Yubei Formation, the arrows flying in mid-air have not even landed yet!
Xiao Tianmo once again let out a roar like a dragon in Jiang Yan's hand. The sound went from low to high, until it penetrated into the sky. The Saxueqi in white clothes and armor on the opposite side seemed to be stunned by this death-defying charge.
However, it was unable to block the impact of Tiezhong Mountain and was torn open by force.
Young Hehan raised the knife and lowered it, dancing Xiao Tianmo into a black-golden circle around him. At this moment, his ears could clearly hear the sound of the blade cutting through skin and flesh, cutting tendons and bones, and he could clearly see the enemy in his eyes.
The expression of fear and pain on his face. The strong smell of blood in the air made it increasingly difficult for him to control his arms. He just tirelessly kept raising the knife, cutting, raising the knife again, and cutting again, as if he had transformed into a head.
Bloodthirsty black dragon!
When he regained his senses, the young man had already penetrated the enemy formation. Behind him, he left a path full of broken bodies and severed limbs, soaked in blood. And he and the hundreds of iron mountains seemed to have come from nowhere.
The evil ghost walked out of hell. No one in the Yubei army behind him dared to attack again. Instead, they seemed to not know whether to advance or retreat, and everything became chaotic.
Suddenly, there was another loud horn sound, and the Saxue Cavalry fell into a complete rout. Following the sound, they saw a group of men and horses holding the Canglang White Deer flag coming out from the side of the Saxue Cavalry. The arrival of reinforcements was completely unexpected.
To Jiang Yan's surprise, he suddenly felt that his body was losing strength, and even breathing became extremely difficult for a while.
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