Two hundred and forty-nine chapters Baishan Chishui, longevity god sacrifice
ps: I’m dizzy. Do you want me to write that number in the first chapter of next year???+_+
Baishan Chishui, the tent of King Li of the Hu tribe in the right valley.
Tracing back to the ancient customs of the Guifang people, the Hu people have three sacrifices every year, with the first month, fifth month, and tenth month as the first days, and sacrifice to the gods. In peacetime, the first month sacrifice is held by the tribe, and the fifth month sacrifice is held by the tribe.
Clouds gather in the royal court from all directions, and October is the most prosperous. Every time when offering sacrifices, the leaders of various tribes have to go to the central court of the Shanyu Royal Court - at the foot of Langjuxu Mountain.
With the destruction of the Guifang ethnic group, the former grassland civilization was reduced to ruins. Hundreds of years of war with the Central Plains humans brought this once extremely powerful nation to complete destruction.
From passive defense to a stalemate, and then to a full-scale counterattack, at that time, the iron hooves of the Central Plains army trampled every inch of the grassland for the first time. However, in the deepest part of the prairie, on the frozen soil and snow in the far north, few survivors survived
The small number of Guifang tribesmen went through untold hardships, struggled to survive and reproduce, and finally survived the danger of annihilation.
The once glorious nomadic empire has gone by the wayside...
Over the course of thousands of years, they grew from small to large, from north to south. Finally, they conquered the grassland again. When the great nomadic empire of Guifang was destroyed, they only escaped their lives by kneeling down at the feet of the Central Plains people and begging for mercy.
Descendants of cowards.
Although the name of their nation changed countless times during this process, they were shaken numerous times by shocks, and at a juncture the entire ethnic group split into two and embarked on two different paths, eventually forming the current prairie grassland.
The situation in which the Hu and Di tribes coexisted.
But every Hu people will never forget their ancestors, the remnants of Guifang who are tenacious and unyielding. They are the most authentic descendants and heirs of the Guifang nomadic empire.
The countless wars going south were also due to the dream that the Hu and Di clan had always inherited in their bones - to rebuild the great nomadic empire of Guifang.
However, the situation is changing, the secrets of heaven are unpredictable, and the fate of the people in the Central Plains has been long and unfailing for thousands of years. After the fall of the former Wei Dynasty, the Great Zhou Dynasty immediately rose up, suppressing all directions and becoming invincible. The army spread across the four directions and dominated the world. Hu, who had just improved,
The Di clan, as soon as they showed some signs of success, were once again knocked down into the abyss by the overwhelming absolute strength of Zhou Dynasty.
But fortunately, the military front of the Great Zhou Dynasty only lasted for two or three hundred years before fading away. For a nation that dreams and sleeps in units of "thousands of years", this time is still short. Hu Dier
The tribe once again ushered in a chance to breathe, and in the following two hundred years, it glowed with new vitality. The tribe became larger and larger, the population increased, and cattle and sheep filled the mountains and fields. The sky was like a dome, covering the four fields.
, all the land and wealth bestowed upon them by the eternal Immortal Heaven.
The tenacious descendants of Onikata once again defeated fate and hardships, and finally gained a second life! A relatively powerful nomadic dynasty rose on the northern prairie. Well, before completely defeating Beiyu
Before the first few reinforcements from the Six Kingdoms and even the Zhou army, the Hu and Di tribes could still be called one group.
Although the barriers between this group have always existed and are strong. Even though the two ethnic groups, Hu and Di, are descendants of Guifang, after thousands of years of separation, the aristocratic systems of both sides have completely developed their own power and interests. Want to
It is impossible to merge the two into one in the true sense.
Just like the four corners of the country and the Central Plains Dynasty, they can listen to the Central Plains Dynasty and even obey unconditionally. But it is absolutely impossible for the Central Plains Dynasty to take them into its body.
I would rather have the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. That's one thing. The real benefit is another.
After the defeat in the Battle of Yuming, the Youxian King's tribe was in trouble. After ten years of fighting with all their strength, the Uwetuo tribe had truly exhausted all its strength. Now it was time for the Youguli King's tribe to join the battlefield with all its strength.
It's not fair to let King Youxian bleed alone again.
So the Chanyu gave the order. So on October 1st, in the last and most important of the three sacrifices of the Hu people in the new year, Wushi, the king of Youguli, sacrificed animals to the gods to swear an oath and went out for the battle =.
More than half of the 300,000 troops that had already been deployed on the front line of Hezhou were gathered under the command of Wang Shi of Wushi, including a standing army of 100,000 cavalry.
This huge Hu Qi is just like the Yanxi Daqingchuan Hu Qi at the junction of the left and right Xian Wang. Their long-term mission is to watch the Han army deployed on the Hezhou defense line. Except for the occasional glimpse of the majestic and powerful, there are more
All the time I was lazily basking in the sun.
Therefore, when Wu Shi moved like thunder and quickly assembled an army of 150,000, the Han army on the front line of Hezhou was still unaware of the favorable terrain defense line formed by the intersection of mountains and rivers.
Winter has arrived, and on the last day of September snowflakes began to fall on the prairie. The last sacrifice of the Hu people was carried out in the vast whiteness of thousands of miles. In times of peace, the Hu people who lived in pursuit of water and grass when there was heavy snow came to them.
During the quietest time of the year, they would choose a sheltered spot to pitch a tent and set up a fire, and quietly spend the long winter on the grassland in the severe cold. Just like their ancient ghost ancestors did. However, during the war, things were destined to be different.
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On the white earth, the Wushi Royal Court - the Baishan by the Chishui River, not only lacks the tranquility and solemnity of the past when worshiping the gods, but on the contrary, at this time, the foot of the Baishan is still full of people and horses.
Last night, Wu Shi had informed everyone of the news of marching west to Luozhou to join the war. Ten thousand cavalry commanders of ten armies and thousands of cavalry commanders. In addition to the thousands of cavalry commanders, he had summoned more than 50,000 tribal armed men, big and small, and the leaders were even humble.
King. Everyone has received the king's order, and the oracle came down from the Immortal Heaven - the moment of victory has arrived! Under his guidance, his brave and warlike people will mount their war horses, raise their bows, arrows and scimitars to completely conquer the Han people.
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All brave warriors will receive the blessings of the Immortal Heaven and countless wealth! They will enter Luozhou to the west, and then cross the Luo Ming River to the south to ride on the capital of the Han people.
Guifang pays great attention to divination and sacrifice. The Central Plains people call him "Ghost" because of this meaning. As the descendants of Guifang, the Hu people will hold grand ceremonies every time there is a war to pray for the upcoming battle and predict good or bad luck.
At the same time, it also stimulates the fighting spirit of warriors and the enterprising spirit of nobles.
Today is the last of the three major sacrifices. The army is about to go west to Luozhou for a real battle with the still powerful Han army. Instead of sitting in silence like this on the Hezhou battlefield, sacrifices are even more indispensable!
At the top of Baishan Mountain, hundreds of thousands of barbarians are watching and waiting. The sacrifices begin and the divination begins!
"O Immortal God, bless your devout people! Let them use scimitars and bows and arrows to snatch victory for you and gain glory for you!"
The powerful voice of the white-robed priest resounded throughout the sky. The sacrificial ceremony has begun.
Under the altar on the top of the mountain, Wu Shi took the lead, and hundreds of golden ring nobles were prostrate on the ground. They worshiped the gods in their hearts devoutly. On the mountainside, several times the number of silver ring nobles were prostrate on the ground, but at the foot of the mountain
Countless brass ring nobles and hundreds of thousands of Hu cavalry warriors, Hu women and children.
A scene of hundreds of thousands of people. Except for the flying snowflakes in the sky and earth, there was only the powerful and powerful prayers of the white-robed priests, and the rest was silent. This is the power of religious belief.
In the center of the sacrificial place, there is a high-erected totem pole, a totem pole carved from blue rock. I don’t know how long it has been polished by ruthless time, and the secret patterns on the pillar have become very blurred.
There were many more potholes, and the topmost one, the Howling Moon Wolf, even had its tail and half of its buttocks broken off.
However, such a totem pole that is so old that it is blurred has been one of the sacred objects passed down by the Youguli royal family for thousands of years. Since this pillar was salvaged from the bottom of the river a thousand years ago, it has been Youguli.
The only protagonist in the King's year-end festival.
The reason is very simple, just because it was the totem pole of one of the twelve major immortal temples in the Guifang Empire.
The seemingly rough blue rock is the specialty Canglang Rock in a cave at a height of 3,000 meters in Langjuxu Mountain. It is as strong as iron and rough and natural. Not only at that time, but also in the following thousands of years.
It is also consistent with the aesthetic point of view of the grassland people. Moreover, the output of Canglang Rock is very limited, and it was completely dug up by the Tang royal family during the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Four long sky-blue strips are pulled out from the top of the totem pole, and fixed on the ground at the four corners from east to west, north and south. Countless white patterns, portraits and even mysterious words are drawn on them. The immortal god, the blue of the sky, the blue of the clouds
white.
In front of the totem pole is a pile of bonfires, and the overall layout of the ceremony is simple and plain. Because you only need to look up at the nine-meter-high totem pole that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the leaping flames, which are so majestic.
The ultimate historical atmosphere is like a rushing river from ancient times rushing into your soul. The desolation and thickness that hit your face are deeply awe-inspiring.
When the white-robed priest raised his hands and called for the Immortal Heaven in a simple, pious and reverent voice, and when hundreds of thousands of people raised their heads and looked up at the sky, all the Hu people felt pious and peaceful in their hearts.
"People of Changshengtian, descendants of Canglang, let us listen to the voice of God!"
This group of wolves on the grassland seems to have lost its violence at this moment. But wolves are wolves! They will never change to eating grass.
Master Wu stood up and took a thick bone from the white-robed priest under the focused gaze of all the barbarians. He didn’t know what animal left behind such a thick bone, but when Master Wu lifted the bone
When I got up and walked steadily down the mountain, all the barbarians suddenly started shouting.
Mountains roared with tsunami, real mountains roared with tsunami. The wolf nature quickly awakened in the blood of the barbarians. Their blood seemed to be ignited all of a sudden. Their eyes looked at Wu Shi with enthusiasm, and they opened their arms and let out a loud roar that shook the sky.
"The God of Immortality bless his people to achieve final victory!"
Accepting the worship of hundreds of thousands of tribesmen calmly, Master Wu also raised his hands toward the blue sky with clear eyes, and gave all the praises and cheers to the Changsheng Heaven!
Wushi lowered his hands slowly, and the continuous cheers stopped. Standing at the foot of the mountain in front of hundreds of thousands of people, his powerful inner strength was enough to convey his voice to everyone's ears. Wushi looked beyond his knees.
The heroic voices of the hundreds of thousands of nobles and tens of thousands of civilian soldiers who were lying in front of him rang out again.
"The Immortal Heaven guides us to reconquer the grassland. Now, God once again gives us guidance to conquer all the land in the south and gain greater glory. The entire Central Plains will tremble under our horses' hooves. The current Han people are
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"Warriors of Changshengtian! I call you on behalf of Changshengtian! Come with me and fight for Dahu! You will win! The living will gain wealth, and the dead will rest in peace in the arms of Changshengtian! Warriors, tell me
, are you willing to fight for Dahu!"
The ups and downs of the voice finally turned into a loud shout that penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks. Master Wu looked down at his people, and his iron cavalry exuded an aura that was like a god descending to earth to press down!
There are three sacrifices for the first year of the year, and each time is a perfect mobilization moment for the Hu people.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The next moment, the barbarians who completely exploded with wolfish nature stood up in groups, beating their chests wildly, and raising the scimitars in their hands crazily. Countless scimitars gathered into a bright sea of light! ^-^
