Chapter 7 The Golden Age (Fourth) Just when I was feeling annoyed, the trumpet sound outside the Great Wall sounded again, shrill and long, just like the wind blowing from the north after a snowy day, making people feel cold from the tip of their noses to the depths of their bones.
Looking from a distance, I saw large groups of Turks making way for a passage like a tide. A large group of skeletons, specifically a large group of skeletons with various skeletons hanging on their bodies. A short and fat man who looked like a wild boar was standing next to a wolf.
Riding in admiration, he walked to the platform that had just been built.
These people all had their upper bodies naked, with various patterns painted or tattooed on their chests and shoulders. Various bones, perhaps from cattle, sheep, or wild animals, were tied around their waists with leather ropes.
Every time he took a step forward, his footsteps trembled, the owner of the bones turned around and shouted a few words to the crowd around him. The crowd was like boiling oil soaked in water, bursting into warm cheers one after another.
"Ah-ouch-ouch!" The naked man at the head opened his throat and let out a strange trombone sound. In an instant, the whole valley began to boil. "Ah-ouch-ouch!" Those who were busy just now, whether soldiers or
The slaves all stopped what they were doing, raised their heads, raised their arms, and howled to the rhythm of the skeletons.
Ah - Ouch - Ouch!" The man who took the lead in the howling was no longer young, but he was very energetic. He was shaking an instrument composed of a large bone and two copper bells in his hand and chanting, while being struck by an evil spirit.
After jumping back and forth, several other men holding various skull instruments in their hands also jumped up. As they jumped, their greasy and dirty long hair swayed, and the skull ornaments hanging on each person also swayed.
With the rhythm of the collision, they automatically formed a circle and circulated back and forth on the high platform with some unique dance steps for a while. The sound of horns, drums, copper bells and the sound of bone-to-bone collision and friction combined together.
Together, a stream of weird and horrifying music is heard that makes one's scalp feel tight and pores astringent. Every inch of skin on the body seems to be stained with blood, making it wet and sticky.
Xie Yingden knew that the enemy was performing some kind of mysterious ritual, but this ritual did not see any beauty in his eyes. It only made people feel panic. He turned around and looked around, and found that most of the heroes around him didn't look good. Only
Liu Jizhen and a few others who came from the enemy's camp stared blankly at the enemy's performance, with a bit of envy in their eyes.
"They are praying to God to bless them with victory!" Although Liu Jizhen usually behaves carelessly, he noticed that Xie Yingdeng was looking at him. He quickly turned around and explained to him in a low voice, "The customs of all the tribes in the fortress are similar.
When I was a child, before going to war, our tribesmen were led by shamans to pray to Changshengtian. Later, our tribe was swallowed up by the Turks, and the old shaman also died in the battle. Changshengtian must have drank too much in those days...
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At this point, he felt desolate in his heart. He opened his arms and shouted loudly toward the Great Wall, "Ah----ah-ah----"
"Ah---Ahh-ahh--" Liu Jizhen's cronies pulled out their sabers and howled and demonstrated to the Turks together with their leaders. The noise outside the Great Wall was too loud, and the interference of several people could not affect the opponent's rhythm at all.
They didn't mind the external noise and continued to beat. The white skull ornaments emitted a mysterious light in the sun and surrounded both sides of the platform. Turks, Xi people, Shiwei people, Burke, Tutun, warriors, slaves
, everyone followed suit by raising their legs, stamping their feet, shouting, and singing, mesmerized.
Suddenly, all the noise stopped? "Ah——!" Liu Jizhen's hoarse shout spread out, echoing alone among the mountains. He wiped his face with his hands, stopped the unnecessary protest, and took a breath.
, Sansan explained to Xie Yingdeng: "Those who are angry at grandma, if we Huns hadn't failed to live up to our expectations, it would be their turn to be arrogant and treasonous to God on the grassland. If God bless them, God would be stupid!"
As if to oppose him, the shamans loudly ordered a few words and the wolf riders cheered again. Several shirtless and sturdy men led dozens of sheep and nine white calves one after another.
The cows and sheep did not understand what sacredness was, and while fighting the fate of being slaughtered, they let out pitiful whines. The Turks who were watching laughed loudly, and helped the shamans in various ways. Soon, the sheep and cows were immobilized.
When they reached the pre-erected wooden stakes, several young men held sharp knives and raised their hands in front of the priests. The leading priest chanted a few words loudly, then grabbed the sharp knife and quickly drew a mark on his forehead.
The other priests followed suit and raised their knives to injure themselves. Blood immediately covered their faces. As if to show their bravery to the defenders on the Great Wall, the priests turned around, shouted and protested at the Great Wall, and then used
His own blood painted the blade red, and he walked slowly to the side of the nine white calves.
"Moo——" The frightened calf let out a desperate cry, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, the Turks who had been waiting for this moment immediately blew their horns.
——Ouch————Ouch!” The soldiers beside the altar began to sing loudly again, and while singing, they cut their own skin with weapons.
Human blood, cattle blood, sheep blood, the bright red blood made people dizzy. The next moment, killing became the main theme. Cows and sheep all fell under the sacrificial knives. Soldiers with agile hands and feet had already caught them with copper basins.
A basin of cow's blood and sheep's blood was placed in the center of the altar. The priests who led the team raised the copper basin, chanting words in their mouths, while they dyed the entire platform red with blood.
The wind immediately spread the bloody smell to the Great Wall. Even though they were used to seeing life and death, Xie Yingdeng and others were still faintly nauseated by the smoke. The Central Plains army would occasionally sacrifice sacrifices to the gods before the war, but it had never been so bloody.
Cruelty for glory, just now the altar was splashed red, and then he was singing loudly in the pool of blood
"Brother Liu, what are they singing?" Xie Yingdeng felt uncomfortable and breathlessly asked Liu Jizhen
This time, the horse thief Liu Jizhen did not emphasize his own noble bloodline. He listened carefully and then explained in a low voice: "This is a war song of the Turks. It seems to have existed for hundreds of years. The first paragraph emphasizes his own."
Born at the foot of Douyu Mountain, the children of Sirius and humans grew up eating wolf milk, inheriting the bravery of their ancestors..."
"We are the descendants of Canglang. The Immortal God has given us strong bones and muscles." After a pause, Liu Jizhen continued to translate, "The scimitars are our teeth, the war horses are our wings, and all the land under the sun is our pasture. Canglang
The descendants reach out to get the man's head, cut off the man's head, drag the woman into your tent, ignore their cries and pleas, these are all given to me by the Immortal God. I am a natural hunter. I am a natural hunter. The blue blood flows in my body.
The darling of the wolf's bloodline, the Immortal Heaven, reached out to cut off the man's head, dragged the woman into the tent, and used their blood to witness my glory. This is all the grace bestowed by the Immortal Heaven. I was born strong. I was born strong.
Can anyone stop my steps? Urge the horses to cross the mountains and fields. Raise our battle flags on the bones and corpses. Don’t listen to the prayers and cries of the weak. The place burned by the fire will soon be covered with green grass...
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The song was long and magnificent. After being translated by Liu Jizhen, it was transmitted to the ears of everyone on the Great Wall, but it was horrifying. It was not a simple sacrifice, it was the ambition hidden deep in the hearts of the descendants of Canglang. Xie Yingden found that his body was unknowingly
I shivered for a while, not because of fear or cold
He grabbed a war bow from the soldiers, stringed the arrows, and tried to teach the fanatical priests a lesson. However, he found that the distance was too far. Even if the crossbow was four hundred paces away, it would lose its accuracy. "Come on, beat me," he said.
Drum, suppress the sound of the wolf riders!" Even though he was not in his own army, he still shouted loudly regardless of his status and ordered Shi De, who was worried about his own morale, to wink at the guards, and the sound of drums immediately exploded from the top of the city.
ringing like
"We are the descendants of the wolf..." As if provocative, the Turks' singing was not interrupted by the drums at all. Hundreds of thousands of people inside and outside the valley sang together, mesmerized.
"Grandma, calibrate the bed for me!" Shi Defang was also a little anxious, stamping his feet and shouting angrily. After hearing the order, the soldiers guarding the city immediately pushed the bed crossbow to the crenel, and the crossbow tip was slightly depressed, and it was in contact with the distance.
The altars are aligned in a straight line
The crossbow arrows that were already on the string were not fired. While everyone was busy, the Turks pushed several pairs of young men and women onto the altar. They were so far apart that the defenders on the Great Wall could not tell whether the young men were from the Central Plains or from the Central Plains.
The people outside the Great Wall opened their mouths in surprise, watching helplessly as the unexpected tragedy happened in front of them.
"No, we Huns don't have this habit." Liu Jizhen was frightened and couldn't wait to explain to everyone that he had always regarded himself as a descendant of the King of the Huns and considered himself to be of noble blood. But at this moment, he was very afraid of being regarded by his companions as the descendants of those guys in the city.
Similar "We Huns don't have this habit, we..."
No one listened to his explanation. All the guards' eyes were fixed on the altar under the Great Wall. In the eyes of everyone, Liu Jizhen clearly saw the flames.
"Don't listen to the prayers and cries of the weak, the burned place will soon be covered with green grass..." The wolf riders sang and danced, and the leader of the dance raised a scimitar and neatly chopped off the heads of the male and female sacrifices.
Aoao----Aoao-----Aoao, the mountains were filled with howling wolves in an instant.
