The Qiang boy climbed onto the shore wet and bloody before the wolves arrived. There was a stab wound on his back, from his shoulder to his waist. When the cold river water soaked him, the already hideous wound turned white in a circle.
The dead flesh became more and more terrifying.
He lay on the bank unable to move, watching helplessly as the wolves on the other side of the river swung down and gnawed on the bones on the ground - those of his father, brothers, sisters, friends...
After a while, he reluctantly sat up, took out a round white stone from his arms, held it in his hand, closed his eyes, and said in his heart: "The Stone God will bless me to live."
Not far away, horses came over with the Qiang people living nearby. They were carrying big bows and wearing scimitars. They did not approach the wolves hastily. One person with sharp eyes saw the young man who was half sitting and half lying down, almost unconscious.
"Zel!"
"Zel's there!"
The crowd rode horses across the river, helped Zell up, hurriedly took out herbs and applied them to him, and poured a lot of strong wine into his mouth.
Zell woke up with a cough, and suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain behind his back. Knowing that his tribe was applying medicine to him, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain. When the wound was covered with herbs, he put on a leather robe, loosened his braids, and felt sad.
He looked towards the other side.
The spring is bright and cloudless, the wolves are feasting, and the goshawks are circling between the sky and the earth, making sharp calls.
He clenched his hands tightly into fists, his knuckles rattled, his eyes were red, tears were streaming down his face, and he howled towards the river bank: "Father!"
The boy's out-of-spirited cry tore through the calm, startling the eagle, and the frightened wolves dispersed for a moment, but quickly gathered together again.
He knelt on the ground, leaned down, palms up, kissed the white stone in his hand, and whispered: "My relatives, my friends, I will avenge you!"
Then, he looked darkly in the direction where Mo Lingfeng left, thinking that those eyes were so beautiful. When he looked down from the horse, they looked like the spread wings of a phoenix, shining and majestic.
Use those eyes to worship your father and brother!
Mo Lingfeng casually abandoned the fleeing Qiang man who rolled into the river just like he had discarded the white stone.
She was not majestic, on the contrary, she was very embarrassed.
The sheep were obedient and followed on their own, but the captured horses were disobedient and always ran wild. There was no horse training expert in the team, so they could only hunt and scold them at a low level, which further scattered the horses.
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A big man who was born as a shepherd boy tried to herd these nearly 600 good horses together like a sheep herder, but he was almost trampled to death by the horses.
A group of people were miserable. Mo Lingfeng gritted his teeth and slapped the butt of one of the green horses hard. The green horse felt the pain and suddenly ran forward along the road.
There are many such competitive green horses in the herd. When they see one of the horses taking the lead, they all raise their heads and neigh and chase after him.
Mo Lingfeng also clamped the horse's belly hard: "Drive!"
She has good riding skills and can ride with flying colors among the horses. Except for Yin Nan who chases Mo Lingfeng at the racecourse all the year round, she can also follow Mo Lingfeng. The others try hard to catch up, but they can only eat dust.
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The horses were so powerful that they were running almost crazy. Some horses tripped and fell to the ground. The horses did not know how to get out of the way and trampled into a puddle of soft flesh. They ran straight from dawn to noon, and the horses slowed down.
Mo Lingfeng, who was among the horses, also tightened the reins and panted slowly on the horse. His throat felt like a fire. He took off his water bag and took a few sips. Seeing that the horses were docile and no longer acting wild, he
Let the Nomad Qing lead the people in all directions and drive the horses all the way back to Sanchuan Village.
It was a good day today and there was no wind or sand. The archers in Sanchuan Village stood on the fort and saw a group of horses approaching the village from a distance. They quickly went to report the news. When they got closer, they saw Mo Lingfeng on horseback.
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Mo Lingfeng was young, but if he saw it, the golden collar around his neck immediately seemed to melt when the sunlight hit it. If he got closer, he could see that every soldier had a human head hanging on his horse.
"It's Jinlu! They killed Jinlu! One, two, dozens of them!"
"They captured the horses!"
"And the sheep!"
Sanchuan Village, which was originally quiet, was suddenly in an uproar.
The five commanders stood in front of the village gate with Zhong Jiaqing in their arms. They saw the capable soldiers immediately removing the heads and piling them together. Their faces were full of pride. Nomad Qing's hands were empty, and he was very embarrassed.
"Okay!" Zhong Jiaqing was overjoyed and said something birdish. He pointed at the wooden pole that was still standing in the sand and said, "Hang it up for me! Tell those sons of bitches to look at those who dare to kill us.
Let’s kill him a hundred times as much!”
He looked at those good horses again and ordered the people in the rear camp to come to help immediately and find a way to place them at the back of the stockade without losing any of them. These good horses would be priceless treasures in wartime.
Mo Lingfeng turned over and dismounted, spread his legs, and walked up the stone steps with a grin on his face - he rode so fast that the two pieces of tender meat on his inner thighs were completely worn out.
She walked all the way to Zhong Jiaqing, raised her head and said, "General Zhong, don't forget what you promised me."
Zhong Jiaqing was in a good mood and laughed loudly: "I can't forget it! But when you cut off people's heads, you can't just cut off the prime men. You have to learn from Jin Lu and catch them all in one go. Otherwise, there will be endless troubles if you leave anyone alive!"
Mo Lingfeng was convinced and nodded.
Zhong Jiaqing raised his hand and wanted to pat Mo Lingfeng on the shoulder. However, he looked down and saw that Mo Lingfeng was small. He was afraid that if he slapped Mo Lingfeng, he would smash Mo Lingfeng into pieces, so he stopped the slap.
He praised her creatively: "You are so little, but you have gained a lot!"
Because Mo Lingfeng really wasn't that tall, he had no way to refute, so he could only put on a small face in an old-fashioned way to show that he didn't care, and limped into the stable to rest, but there was no one in the stable.
Place of residence.
Fortunately, Feng Fan had already learned that this group of strong soldiers was going to be included in his camp. With a smile all over his face, he found the best place and let Mo Lingfeng and others live in it.
Mo Lingfeng occupied a room alone. He stepped across the threshold and saw that there were doors, windows, tables and chairs. He was very satisfied and sat down. He leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, raised his head, and straightened his legs.
Legs, waiting to eat mutton, while thinking to myself: "Why don't I grow?"
She grew very slowly, and it wasn't until the twenty-fifth year of Yuan Zhang - when she was thirteen - that she really started to grow taller, and she grew very quickly, changing almost every month. Her clothes changed every month, and her knees
, the skin on my thighs and waist seems to be stretched open, and I often feel pain in my bones.
She suddenly transformed from a frail and childish little girl into a slender and beautiful girl.
However, in the eyes of Yin Nan, Nomad Qing and others, Mo Lingfeng has not changed much, because she has not grown bulging breasts and butt, and she is still like a little chick among a group of big men.
Moreover, during the Battle of Sanchuan Village, she was the head of the capital, and now, she is still the head of the capital. There is really no change.