In the western part of southern Xinjiang, there is a simple village with simple dwellings but a large area that stretches for several miles.
Yu Linglong's belly was already a little bulging, and she was arranged by Ye Xiaochuan to wait for delivery here.
At this moment, Yu Linglong was wearing a Miao-colored dress with a headscarf wrapped around her head. She looked no different from the Miao women around her, but she was so beautiful that she always attracted many men to turn their heads.
By a small river, many southern Xinjiang women were washing clothes with sticks. Yu Linglong did not wash clothes. She rarely did such menial work, but what she was doing at this moment was even more surprising than doing menial work.
Because she is working as a female celebrity.
From Acacia to embroidery needles, I was a little uncomfortable at first, but over time I got used to it.
She was embroidering a pattern with gold thread on a piece of cloth. It wasn't flowers or anything like that. The pattern was quite weird. If you looked closely, it turned out to be a disgusting bat.
Although the bat is ugly, it means auspiciousness. In China and southern Xinjiang, there is a tradition of embroidering bat patterns on babies, which means blessings. It can be seen that it is a very small baby clothes with a
This piece is embroidered with three flying bats. This is Yu Linglong’s achievement during this period. Now she is fighting for the fourth bat pattern and plans to embroider it before dawn tomorrow.
Come.
As they were embroidering, the camp not far away suddenly became chaotic. The horns sounded, and the women in southern Xinjiang stood up one after another. The originally cheerful and laughing riverside suddenly became a little depressed.
There were some men around. After hearing the sound of the trumpet, they started running in the direction of the camp.
Yu Linglong put away her embroidery needles and threads, and followed the women with a full belly.
Seeing many women with tears on their faces, she couldn't help but ask a Miao girl she knew well, "What's wrong? What happened?"
The Miao girl said sadly: "This is the rally call, the men are about to go off to war."
Arriving near the camp, I saw many men running out from all directions with weapons in their hands. Most of the soldiers were leading small mules and horses. The mules and horses were carrying many things on their backs, including food and bundles of arrows.
Everyone knows how powerful the enemy is. In the battle between Qinglong Valley and Xiaoshilin, the five tribes in southern Xinjiang invested a million troops, but less than 70% returned. Unlike other wars, there were almost no injured soldiers. All those who did not return
die.
They all know that if they leave, they will probably never be a member again in this life.
For this damn war, Southern Xinjiang has sacrificed too much. Men between the ages of fourteen and fifty are all wearing armor and going into battle to protect their homeland.
A group of half-grown teenagers, carrying bright machetes, shirtless and with headscarves on their heads, were saying goodbye to a group of women.
A woman from the Zhuang ethnic group dragged a boy who looked definitely no older than fourteen years old and stuffed him into the ranks of the army that was about to leave. He was still so young, not even as tall as a low mule or horse, but he was from the heavenly realm.
The warriors were tall and tall, especially the giant warriors who were several feet tall, and the weapons in their hands weighed several hundred kilograms. He was such a thin young man, and he was so tall.
What's the use of the battlefield? Yu Linglong is now pregnant with a child, and her mother's love is overflowing. She wanted to go forward to persuade the cruel mother, but found that the woman who had just stuffed her son into the army did not feel any sadness.
, but kept patting the boy
Nian's shoulders speak the indigenous language of southern Xinjiang.
After staying in southern Xinjiang for a long time, Yu Linglong was able to understand something. It turned out that the woman was saying to her son: "Your father and eldest brother both died in Qinglong Valley. You are the only male in the family.
You must avenge them."
The thin young man nodded heavily, waved his machete, and shouted loudly: "I will definitely chop off the enemy's head." When the army went out to fight, they naturally had to drink Zhuangxing wine. After taking inventory, a total of people gathered in this huge camp.
After gathering 6,734 warriors from the five tribes, the women began to dispatch, carrying stacks of black porcelain bowls, and distributed them to each man, followed by
A woman carrying a large wine jar poured some wine into each man's bowl.
There is not much wine. Due to the war, southern Xinjiang has been short of wine for a month. The monks and nuns brought these wines from China, and each person only has half a bowl.
An old man stood tremblingly at the top, raising the wine bowl in his hand, and the 6,734 warriors who were about to go on the expedition also slowly raised their wine bowls.
The old man spoke impassioned words of encouragement in the language of Southern Xinjiang, and finally shouted loudly, but what he shouted was not the language of Southern Xinjiang, but the language of China.
He shouted loudly: "Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"
The soldiers in front of them also shouted: "Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"
The old man raised his head and took a sip of wine, and shouted again: "Fight! Fight! Fight to the death!"
The soldiers also took a sip of wine and shouted: "Fight! Fight! Fight to the death!"
Immediately afterwards, all the wine bowls were thrown to the ground with great force.
A tall warrior from southern Xinjiang held a big flag high and shouted: "Let's go!"
Watching the army move, the women in the camp behind them began to chant in the southern Xinjiang language.
Yu Linglong understood the meaning of the song. It was a farewell song, and it was also Qin Feng Wuyi from the Middle Earth. It was just edited to be sung in the language of southern Xinjiang.
Infected by the atmosphere, Yu Linglong also sang softly. "How can I say that I have no clothes, and I share the same robe with you..."
When all the warriors on the expedition disappeared into the jungle, the woman who had put her son into the army suddenly sat down on the ground and burst into tears.
All the men in the camp who could hold a machete left. Before the men left, none of the women and children cried. But when they all disappeared into the jungle, the cries were loud.
Once I leave, I'm afraid that we will be separated forever, and we will never see each other again in this life.
When Yu Linglong saw these women sending off their men with smiles before, she thought that these women from southern Xinjiang were all hard-hearted. Unexpectedly, they were so sad and desperate after the men left.
This made Yu Linglong feel a little sad, thinking of that tragic ancient poem that was so popular in the Western Regions.
"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."
She recited it quietly several times, with tears in her eyes.
The child in her belly had changed her. If it had been before, she would never have shed a single tear because of this scene.
According to the records sent to the Jade Slip Cave by later generations, it is recorded in "The Catastrophe·Southern Xinjiang Chapter". "During the siege of Muyun Peak, a total of 17,493 teams of various sizes in Southern Xinjiang received orders to assemble.
Miao, Zhuang, Li, Tu, Gaoshan and Han people in southern Xinjiang dispatched a total of more than 5,836,000 soldiers... In this twenty-month-long battle in southern Xinjiang, all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang
A total of more than 9 million warriors were dispatched, including more than 200,000 aliens and 4.7 million Sky Bats. Post-war statistics showed that as many as 60% of the battle dead were killed and more than 300,000 enemies were killed. This greatly restrained the six major forces in the heaven.
The three legions of madmen, skeletons and madmen in the legion have greatly reduced the pressure on the frontal battlefield in Middle-earth..."
