Just as Young Hehan led his army across the Pinjin River and set foot on the Shuobei grassland again, fine snowflakes like dust were already floating in the sky. In Yanluo Plain in September, the sky should have been high, the fields wide, and the grass and trees yellow and red.
The season. Cattle and sheep will also work hard to gain weight during this season to store enough energy for the winter. Herdsmen will hunt in groups to make fine leather for sewing and prepare more for the winter.
Dried meat.
However, this fertile pasture that had provided protection to the Muyun tribe in the harsh winters for millions of years was now barren. The wolf disaster a few months ago had caused countless killings to the grassland tribe. The intense bloodshed
The air soaks into the soil, causing even the veins on the newly sprouted grass blades in summer and autumn to have a trace of blood-red color.
This bloody smell also scared away all the living creatures that originally lived here. The ground otters and hares that were supposed to dig holes in the ground in groups to store grass seeds and nuts, as well as the red foxes that fed on them,
The lynx is almost extinct. Even the large numbers of wild horses, bison and wild sheep that came here to escape the snow and spend the winter, which were the most popular sights among herdsmen, have never appeared again.
Even the grassland people who were once called "millions of Shuodi and millions of troops" by the southern countries have now lost nine out of ten families. Since the defeat of the Shuodi Rebellion, the people have experienced the reigns of Hongji and Tieqin under Tianhe Han.
, the five tribes in Shuobei, which finally became prosperous again, suffered another disaster, making the already sparsely populated grasslands look even more desolate.
Now, everyone in the Red Flame Army is riding horses on the bare land. They all look downcast, and some even hide their faces in tears. If they can choose, they would rather fight with their parents and relatives among the claws of the wolf pack.
Even if we fight bloody battles, we don’t want to live in an ignoble existence like this between yin and yang.
"Now that you have returned to your homeland, please disperse."
Jiang Yan suddenly tightened the bit in Wu Chen's mouth, turned the horse's head and shouted loudly to the red-armored warriors behind him and beside him and gave an order.
No one in the Red Flame Army understood what He Han meant by this move. They all stopped and looked at him in front of them at a loss.
The black-eyed boy turned around and glanced at the cart carrying Tuya's bones, and sighed:
"Nowadays, there is no pure land in the world because of those ferocious beasts. Now I just want to find a secluded place to mourn my deceased wife. If you firmly believe that your family is still alive, then go find them. I will work with Tuya to
Pray for blessings from your relatives. Or if you have a family member who was killed, then go find their bones and pay homage to them, so that they in the eternal heaven will know that you are still alive."
The faces of the crowd showed some surprise at first, but no one left first. After a long time, people began to dismount from the outside of the cavalry. They respectfully saluted Jiang Yan and his deceased wife Tuya, who was guarding him, and then turned around with their horses.
Go away in different directions.
More and more people were leaving, and finally only the driver was left beside Jiang Yan.
"Do you—do you know the way back to the south?"
Young He Han asked. However, the coachman shook his head vigorously:
"The villain is lucky enough to be saved by Da Hehan and is able to survive to this day. Now if the villain is ordered to go back alone, if he encounters those ferocious beasts that eat people on the way, it would be better to stay with Da Hehan to be more stable!
"
"That's fine."
Jiang Yan knew that no matter what he said, the other party would never leave, so he had no choice but to nod and let him drive the cart again. After walking aimlessly for half a day, he suddenly felt something behind him.
Who is following?
The black-eyed boy turned around and saw three or five Red Flame Army soldiers who had left behind following him from a distance. At first, he only thought they were soldiers on the same journey, and then continued to move forward. However, he passed by three sticks of incense.
When he looked back, he saw that the cavalry following him half a mile away had grown to more than a thousand people!
"I couldn't save the grassland, I couldn't save your relatives, I couldn't even save my own wife. Why are you still following me?!"
Jiang Yan stopped his mount again and shouted to the people behind him, his tone filled with endless guilt and grief.
"My relatives who live forever in heaven also hope that we will accompany Her Royal Highness Princess Yamato Hantong!"
Someone in the crowd responded loudly, "If it hadn't been for Her Royal Highness Princess Yamato Hantong, we might have died under the iron hooves of the rebels or the swords and arrows of Yubei Saxueqi! Even now we encountered Chilang.
Those ferocious beasts, brothers still traveled from Changzhou and Yujing City, and returned to Yanluo Plain alive! Prairie people have always been difficult to follow destiny and will not surrender to war! Only long songs and strong wine can support life and death!"
As the red-armored warrior spoke, he sang the Muyun tribe's war song loudly. The vigorous and simple tune was like the white clouds and green grass that had covered the grassland for thousands of years, and also like the recurring rhythm in the sky for more than ten thousand years.
Sun, moon and stars.
More and more warriors joined in the singing. The loud singing echoed through the sky, gradually dispersing the dark clouds hanging over everyone's heads, and also dispelling the despair and fear in their hearts.
What no one expected was that along with the increasingly energetic singing, the faint sound of horns could be heard in the mountains around Yanluoyuan—the horns that only prairie people would wear.
As the sound of the trumpet became clearer and louder, large groups of people came out of the mountain col. Most of them were in ragged clothes and skinny. But everyone seemed to be inspired by the previous singing, and their eyes flashed.
The light of hope.
It turned out that they were actually herders hiding in the mountains, and there were more than ten thousand of them! Most of them were members of the Muyun tribe who had fled when they were attacked by Chilang, and there were also many people mixed in among them.
People from Yimu, Qingzi, and Choluo tribes.
A crowd of people waited for them to come down from the mountain and prostrated themselves in front of Jiang Yan. Among the flaming red soldiers, some actually recognized their parents, brothers, sisters, wives and children from the crowd, and they all looked at each other for a while.
Hug and cry, hug and cry.
Night gradually fell. Under the starry sky, a bright and dazzling bonfire was lit again on Yanluo Plain, which had been silent for many days. The firelight shone on everyone's face, pious and sad. The firelight was scattered everywhere.
In the middle, there is a high platform built of thick round wood, which is more than ten feet tall.
Placed upright on that stage were Tuya, who was covered in white gauze, and the bones of the fallen prairie people whose bodies could be found, and who had finally returned home after many hardships.
Shuobei grassland spends nearly half of the year in the wind, snow, and frost. Therefore, the grassland people worship the flames that represent warmth and light more than the people in the southern princes. According to the custom, after death
They must be cremated at the foot of the Holy Mountain. And they firmly believe that only flames can help the deceased escape the pain, fear, cold and hardship of life, and become a pure soul and enter the eternal heaven. For this reason, they are used to place and burn
The wooden platform for the remains is also called the Immortal Platform.
After staying on the grassland for these years, Jiang Yan, who originally believed in "resting in peace", gradually accepted this rhetoric. Therefore, he traveled thousands of miles to bring the remains of his beloved wife back to Yanluoyuan, bringing her with her.
Returning to this wild but extremely pure grassland, where her love and hate were intertwined, left each other with a short but beautiful time.
"Dahehan, please see off Her Royal Highness the Princess."
A warrior beside him brought Jiang Yan, who was staring at the high platform in front of him in a daze, back to his senses. He nodded and took the ceremonial bow and arrow from the opponent's hand.
A ball of flame was lit on the arrowhead wrapped in velvet soaked in kerosene. The fire light danced, reflecting an orange-red bright spot in the young man's ink-like eyes. In a daze, Jiang Yan seemed to see
His married wife came to life again in the flames. She stood on a high immortal platform and smiled at her husband, her smile was so sweet and without regrets.
"Jiang Yan, please send me on my last journey."
Tuya's red lips were slightly open. Although they were far apart, young Hehan felt as if the voice sounded in his ears. He tried hard to squeeze out a smile to his late wife in front of him, but found that he had already burst into tears.
, he could only nod his head solemnly, and stretched the bow string to its fullest limit, as if he wanted to pour all his thoughts into the arrow in his hand.
The flaming arrow tip pointed directly at the sky, and with the sound of "soaring", it drew a perfect arc in the air and flew straight to the immortal platform covered with kerosene.
"Have a good journey. If we are destined, we will meet again in the next life!"
Jiang Yan, who deeply engraved the opponent in his heart, looked at the raging fire that suddenly broke out on the wooden platform, let the bow in his hand fall to his feet, then raised his sleeves and wiped away the tears that blurred his vision, turned around and left, never to leave again.
Didn't take a second look.
At this moment, standing under the Immortal Stage, were fifty fully armed Red Flame Army soldiers who had been prepared. They were holding torches, and the horses at their crotches were majestic and solemn. In front of them, it was Jiang Yan's
Mount Wu Chen.
Long before the funeral began, young He Han heard that there seemed to be a dozen Onma tribe members who had fled from Shijinghai in the mountains. However, when the other party heard that Mu Yun tribe and Han had returned, they did not dare to follow them down the mountain.
.At this time, the young man sent his beloved wife away, calmed down a little, and planned to go to the mountains in person to meet these former powerful enemies.
Half an hour later, more than thirty people from the Onma tribe quietly came down the mountain and were heading west under the moonlight. They were intercepted by Jiang Yan and the Red Flame Army at the foot of Lancang Mountain. The crowd covered themselves with large cloaks.
Although the faces could not be seen clearly in the firelight, they vaguely looked like frail old people, women and children.
The young He Han did not dare to relax at all, and took Xiao Tianmo out of the sheath and put it against his knees. However, before he could ask a question, the other party spoke first:
"Heaven and Han wish you good luck!"
The speaker was an old man with gray beard and hair. Jiang Yan looked at the other person coldly, with a hint of distrust in his tone:
"Why are you running?"
"Before, Mu Yun and the On and Horse tribes were at war with each other. Now that I see He Han, I will naturally be afraid."
"Why should people who have never been on the battlefield be afraid? Could it be that the treasonous Qihe came back and described me as an evil ghost who eats people without spitting out their bones?"
The young He Han glared, and although his tone was not serious, it frightened everyone and immediately knelt down, saying "dare not". Unexpectedly, the black-eyed boy still put the long knife in his hand on the old man's face.
On the neck:
"So, the reason why you came all the way to Yanluoyuan, what exactly are you trying to hide from?"
"It's a galloping wolf, a galloping wolf raging on the grassland!"
The old man knelt down tremblingly and responded, but he didn't dare to raise his head to look at the other person's face.
"Why are there galloping wolves on the other side of Shijinghai? Two months ago, a pack of wolves went south and attacked Yanluoyuan, Suiyao and Yujing. How could they attack so fast? Besides - to the west of Shijinghai, isn't it possible?
Is there a Wuping Mountain where you can hide?"
Jiang Yan's eyes suddenly froze, as if he noticed something was wrong in the other party's words. However, no matter how much he asked, the old man in front of him always avoided answering why Chilang appeared in Shijinghai.
Until a childish voice rang out from the crowd:
"Please Tian and Han don't ask any more questions. We don't know why those wolves who were originally very well-behaved stopped listening to anyone overnight——"
The little boy might have been frightened by Jiang Yan's appearance, or he might have remembered the tragic situation of losing his relatives to a wolf's mouth, and suddenly burst into tears. However, before he could finish speaking, he was held down by the adults on both sides.
Mouth and nose, I can't say another word.
When Jiang Yan and the Scarlet Flame Army heard this, their expressions changed, and they realized that the matter was far from as simple as they thought. And the Onma tribe also understood that they could not hide the truth any longer, so they just said:
He told the truth, but hearing it made people even more frightened and unbelievable.
"So, he is begging for mercy - no, it should be the entire Onma Department. Ever since Da Muhe was still alive, they have known about people raising galloping wolves in the ice and snow of the North? And this time the pack of wolves
When we went south to attack Yujing, there were also warriors from the Onma Department involved?!"
The young He Han asked sharply, but his voice became sharp because he was so surprised.
The old man opposite hesitated again and again, and finally nodded and admitted, but tried to distance himself from the relationship: "...At that time, our tribe was also coerced by others, and we went astray just now. Now, the wolves have settled near Shijinghai.
It has been completely destroyed, and I waited until it was really helpless before I came to seek refuge, so please ask God and Han for mercy!"
"Mr. Kun..."
Jiang Yan's heart froze when the name Mu He mentioned before his death suddenly rang out. However, he did not vent the anger in his heart on the spot. He just took a deep breath and spoke with a suppressed, slightly trembling voice.
He said coldly:
"You shouldn't have helped the bad guys raise ferocious beasts in the first place, otherwise the grassland would never have turned into what it is now! What's more - what's more, if we hadn't been attacked by wolves today, you would still have done this in front of me.
Are you saying such regretful words?!"
After saying this, the young man He Han withdrew Xiao Tianmo from his opponent's neck and started to ride down the mountain.
Seeing this, the Hundred Households of the Red Flame Army who were leading the team behind him hurriedly chased after them, asking the general what to do with the people from the Onma Department. However, Jiang Yan just waved his hand lightly:
"These people are all part of this hell on earth that we have experienced. They have long lost their sincere hearts as prairie people and have become the mortal enemies of the prairie people, so they should be killed to comfort the heroic spirits. In addition, send
A fast horse conveys my order, and all the Red Flame Army is ready! After I return to camp, we will set off immediately!"
"Let's go? Where else are Hehan planning to go?" Baihu seemed a little confused.
"Shi Jinghai. Since those galloping wolves last attacked the Onma Department, then maybe the person who was hiding behind the scenes and controlling the wolves to attack is still staying there with those man-eating ferocious beasts. We must go and fight for all the people who lost their lives.
The tribesmen who are under the claws of the claws must seek justice!"
The black-eyed boy replied without looking back. One person and one horse galloped away into the dark night where snowflakes were falling again.
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