Nohara Huo chopped off Jin Daodao with one knife, and Jin Daodao's body fell to the ground, his body split into two pieces. But in Nohara Huo's heart, it seemed that something solid had been knocked to pieces.
When he turned around, the outcome on the battlefield had been decided. Almost all eyes were on him, not only his own men, but also the enemy's soldiers. Thousands of people were looking at him, and there was fear in their eyes.
, there is anxiety, but also admiration.
Not everyone has the courage to face tens of thousands of eyes. Whether these people want to follow you or kill you, they can bring huge pressure to people.
Nohara Hui raised the knife, blood still dripping from the blade.
"king."
I don't know who shouted, and one stone stirred up thousands of waves, followed by countless shouts. Countless mouths and countless hearts shouted the same word.
"king."
After all, this battle was not a life-and-death battle in which the tribe was exterminated. The one who defeated Jin Wendao was also the Rong tribe. The Rong tribes were fighting with each other, and many of Jin Wendao's men were slaves kidnapped from other tribes.
, this is not the first time such a thing has happened. After Jin Dao Dao dies, they will become slaves of Nohara Huo. No one will carry a knife to avenge Jin Dao Dao.
The noise of this battle was very loud, and many tribes on the grassland were talking about it. Before the war started, probably no one could have imagined that Nohara Huo could defeat Jin Dao and replace him. This name finally entered the hearts of all
In people's eyes, at the same time, everyone is also a little worried. Worried about the changes that will happen to the grassland next.
Some of the tribes that originally belonged to the Northern Barbarians have expressed their willingness to surrender to Nohara Huo. As for those who were unwilling to surrender, they were defeated after Nohara Huo used thunderous methods.
After some turmoil, he became the new king.
On this day, the sun came out on the grassland, but there was no warmth. A red horse was walking on the grassland. The young man on the horse was wrapped in a big robe and had a broken felt hat on his head, walking alone.
On the grassland, a person is free to rein in the horse and have no destination.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a tent appeared by the river ahead, and a woman broke through the ice and drew water from the river.
The young man's horse stopped as it approached the tent. The woman raised her head. One stood on the river and the other rode on the horse, staring at each other.
"Did the guest come from far away?" The woman heated up the mare's milk and held it in front of the young man. The Rong people are always hospitable, but this young man gave the woman a feeling of familiarity and familiarity.
"It's not that far away. I lived nearby when I was a child."
Two children ran out of the tent and hugged the woman's legs, shouting "Mom" and "Mom". The woman lowered her head and rubbed their heads lovingly.
The young man also looked down at the child. The brim of his hat was lowered so that the expression on his face could not be clearly seen. The woman pushed the two children aside and said, "Where are the guests going?"
The young man was startled and avoided the woman's gaze. The woman was also a little surprised that such a simple question should not be difficult to answer, why he looked like this. However, the woman did not understand the origin of the young man.
Mind you, the Rong people live by the water, and they often encounter homeless people who are traveling against their will.
If possible, we would always give each other a bowl of kumiss, chat for a while, and say something casually. We still have our own ways to go after we separate, and maybe we will never meet again in this life.
The young man raised his head and asked a question he seemed to have thought about for a long time: "Why can't I see your man?"
"Oh, he went hunting with the dog. When winter comes, he has to make a living like this." The woman sighed, with a hint of sadness in her voice: "There are always wars. Those of us who are alive are considered good. My man is brave.
Xiao, I have managed to survive these years."
After all, his eyes fell on the woman's face. Due to the wind and sun all year round, her cheeks had a red color common in the grasslands. In fact, if you look closely, you can see that she is not very old, but she has worked day and night, and her skin has become chapped. She looks older.
Appears older than actual age.
From the look on her face, you can tell that her life is not good. It is common for men on the grassland to snatch three or four women as slaves if they have the ability.
He sat for a while, seemingly wanting to say a lot but feeling that he shouldn't say a word. Finally he shook his head and pushed the bowl over.
"Thank you for the wine."
He stood up, picked up his riding crop and prepared to leave. The woman raised her head and looked at him, and it was only when he was about to leave that she kept asking about the confusion in her heart.
"The guest looks like a person."
"Oh, you remember him, who is he?"
The woman smiled bitterly and shook her head, and said in a hoarse voice: "That was a long time ago. In fact, I can't remember what he looked like. I dreamed about him occasionally. I remember how he talked and ate, but I couldn't see clearly.
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The young man asked in a dry voice: "Um...is he okay?"
"Dead." The woman's eye circles were already a little red, and she shook her head: "He has been dead for a long time and has left nothing. Now, I'm afraid no one will remember him."
"If you still remember... it should be enough for him."
The young man said the last words, turned over and jumped onto the red horse. He did not dare to stop any longer, patted the horse and ran far away until the figure disappeared into the horizon.
The night was getting dark, and the sun was not even willing to leave much light and heat to the world. Nohara Huo was sitting on a grass slope, with only weeds around him, and the red horse was gnawing at the roots of the grass boredly.
At this moment, his figure looked thin and fragile, without any decisive momentum of the new king. In the eyes of many people, such as Zhong Mushan, Yeyuan Huo is a fire lit on the grassland, and he is like a god of war on the battlefield.
Existence is invincible and invincible. Moreover, he will continue to win until this fire burns throughout the world.
However, Nohara Hui knew that he was not a god of war, and he would not be invincible. Under that indifferent shell, he was just a lonely ghost who walked out of Qingniu Mountain.
The moment he walked out of the valley filled with corpses, it meant that he had to make a clean break with his past. Some things were no longer important, and some people had to make a break.
Of course, this sentence is just talk. Human beings are not grass and trees, and no one can be ruthless. Although it is said that the king is ruthless, at least the current Nohara Huo cannot do that.
Ulihan
The three words expressed in imperial language are the pearls on the grassland. I have not seen this pearl for many years, but the days when I have truly forgotten her are very few.
In the past, he was willing to sacrifice his life for these three words. Of course, now he is no longer the weak and weak person he used to be. He now has many people under his command and can do many things.
However, he found that he couldn't do anything for her.