No one knows whether it was because those herbs were ineffective, or because Guo Huai's struggle caused him to bleed more, or perhaps because Wei Changpan's unskilled movements exposed his intestines to the cold for too long.
After a painful night of tossing and turning, Guo Huai did not survive the night. When he woke up the next day, the warriors from Jinzhou found that his body was twisted at an almost impossible angle. When he reached out to touch him, his whole body was cold.
They struggled to dig a hole in the solid frozen soil, and they couldn't bear to let Guo Huai's body be exposed in the wilderness. There was no neat coffin, no tombstone, and they couldn't even find a pile of yellow paper to burn.
After digging, someone jumped out and lay down in the hole. It was the young barbarian with a round face.
"If you sleep in the dirt like this, if you feel uncomfortable, won't you feel uncomfortable in the future?" Mochiha picked up a few pieces of gravel from the pit, smoothed the uneven spots with his hands, and got up from it.
"According to the custom on the grassland, when a close relative dies and is buried in the ground, a mare that has given birth to a foal will be brought in, and the foal will be killed in front of the mare.
The horse comes to pay homage, and when the mare dies of old age, no one remembers the man anymore, and then he is forgotten.”
Mochiha looked at Guo Huai, who was gradually covered by soil. His departure and return yesterday was something no one expected.
"Why come back?"
"Yao people were trustworthy, and men on the grasslands are also trustworthy." The young barbarian slapped his chest vigorously, "Since you let me go back, Namochiha Bohuqin will also fulfill his promise and send you
Send this grassland away."
"No need, there is a mountain in front of us, and we all know the way behind the mountain."
"Without anyone to lead the way, the mountain ahead will easily bury all of your lives there." Mochiha raised two thick eyebrows, "I will lead you out of this mountain and then go back to find Taiqige.
People from the Ministry, after that, we will be enemies!"
Wei Changpan opened a skin bag taken out of the barbarian's cowhide tent. Inside was wine made from mare's milk and fruit. After removing the cork, a very strong milky and wine aroma was revealed. He was not in a hurry to answer the young barbarian's words and took half of the wine bag.
The wine was poured beside the new soil. After praying three times, he took a sip of the wine in the wine bag. It was fragrant but a little spicy on the tongue.
"We will be enemies from now on, but before that, we can drink wine from the same wineskin together."
Mochiha hesitantly took the wine bag from the Yao warrior who had wrinkled his features and blushed. Wei Changpan was choked in the throat and coughed. Several Yao warriors around him also laughed.
With his funny look on his face, Mochiha could never have imagined that such a group of people who were so happy because of a trivial thing would descend from the sky like monsters that night and kill the valley with blood. This is consistent with
Mochiha heard the story describing the diametrically opposite bravery of the Yao people.
"How can you easily get used to the kumiss on the grassland?" Mochiha looked scornfully at Wei Changpan, who was so embarrassed by a sip of wine, raised the bag to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp.
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"Guo Huai has been a wandering knight in the sixteen states of Yao all his life. There is no need to build anything for him."
"If something like this is erected on the grassland, people passing by will dig it up to see what's inside."
"It's a very good wine."
"The wine on the grassland is always strong.
You Yao people won’t be used to it.”
"That's not necessarily the case. There are always people who like wine who will remember this taste."
"Your emperor in the south has become stronger and always wants to send troops to fight on the grassland. If the people on the grassland can't survive, they can only go to the south. If you people in the south don't let us go, we can only freeze and starve here.
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"You are not allowed to come because you go to the south to rob other people's things and kill innocent people."
"Goshawks eat rats and rabbits, wild wolves eat cattle and sheep, and wild geese eat fish and shrimps. These are not your own, but if you don't eat them, you won't be able to survive."
"But there will be others who won't survive."
“When you can’t survive yourself, how can you care about how others live?”
The young barbarian's argument made Wei Changpan somewhat powerless to refute. What he said were all undoubted facts. Sometimes, if you want to survive, you have to sacrifice something, just like cooking a meal requires burning a lot of firewood.
Same, but who would pity those firewood? Is it just because firewood can't cry out in pain and can't speak?
But he still didn't dare to agree with Mo Chiha's words. Wei Changpan believed that the reason why people are human beings is always somewhat different from those of eagles, wild wolves and geese.
"There will come a day when you people on the grassland can ride horses freely and come to Yao's counties. The place where people gather is a tall and large city. There are rows of houses in the city and a dazzling array of shops. Each shop
There are dozens and hundreds of different kinds of food. The best yarns in the fabric shops look like light clouds when worn on the body. There are rare things and all kinds of interesting little things sold by craftsmen. There are teachers in the book school.
To help students like you and me read and write..."
Mochiha's eyes gradually brightened. There were many things Wei Changpan said that he had never heard of before, words that could excite all barbarians of his age. Although the grassland was vast, when it came to interesting things, it was more difficult than in the south.
It means too little and too much.
"Perhaps there will be a day when the people of Dayao can stand on this grassland without using weapons and see the sky like a dome covering the surrounding fields, and the scenery of cattle and sheep on the wind-swept meadows." The majestic mountains not far away.
Wei Changpan suddenly appeared in front of him, the clouds and mist in the sky also faded, and the bright golden sunlight shined on the top of his head through the gaps in the clouds. His whole body and his words were shining brightly.
The surrounding warriors in Jinzhou also sensed some kind of lofty and lofty aspirations from his words, and they were silent for a while, savoring the taste of it.
This is...the aspiration of world unity.
"What so many generations of emperors have not been able to accomplish from ancient times to the present, will this dynasty be different?" Someone asked this question. After all, even a three-year-old child in Yao knew that the hatred accumulated between the north and the south for generations is far from
It can be resolved overnight, and neither side will give up any opportunity to make the other party uncomfortable.
The knights in Jinzhou only thought that Wei Changpan was talking nonsense after being powerless to deal with Guo Huai's death, but Mochiha was intoxicated by the vision described by Wei Changpan.
"Today you come to beat me, and tomorrow I will come to beat you. After the death, both sides will hold grudges in their hearts and think of fighting back one day." The only one who responded to Wei Changpan was the young barbarian, who took a few steps forward and looked directly into his eyes.
, "As long as the people on the grassland can survive, they will not go back to the south, but your people will still fight."
The obsession of emperors with expanding their territories was
Wei Changpan was unable to control him. Mo Chiha's words made him choke. Who is Wei Changpan? He is just a ranger in the realm of three-story martial artists. He is also seeking to do bigger things under the protection of Wuhe Escort Bureau. The only thing that can change his current situation is
The only thing he got was the merit he got from killing the leader of the Salha Tribe with one sword. This was a huge feat that might change his destiny, but everything had to wait until he returned to Jinzhou alive and returned to Bingyuan City before there was any hope.
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"There will always be that day... Sons, grandsons, and generations of people will always be able to see that day. You just have to remember to tell these descendants that you will never forget to tell Naiwen when you have family sacrifices."
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"If you Yao people don't keep your word and kill me, then you won't be able to get out of this mountain. In the end, you can only blame yourselves for wandering around and dying in this mountain." Mo Chiha said truthfully after leading them out of the mountain.
Let me tell you, "The road ahead will not be smooth either. The hungry wolves may be staring at your tail. There are also some small tribes that have not kept up with the advance and may run into you...
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Mochiha could only take them so far. If people on the grassland caught him hanging out with the Yao people, the best outcome for him would be to become a slave, and the worst would be to meet someone who had a deep hatred for the Yao people.
The tribe was probably destined to die a tragic death, and the status of being a noble child of the Taichige tribe probably did not make these people have more scruples. If they were exposed, they might cause greater trouble to the Bohuqin family.
These Yao people...it seems that they are not all what people around them say.
He straightened the small saber on his waist, sat up straight on the horse, and shouted to these people, "When we meet again, we will be enemies! The men of the Bohuqin family will not fight against the enemy on the battlefield.
Be merciful!"
There was an awe-inspiring look on his round, childlike face. The warriors in Jinzhou also realized that this barbarian they had been getting along with for a few days had gone against them after all, and no one said goodbye to him.
"Man surnamed Wei! Your wish will come true! Mochiha believes what you say. One day, when Yao people and prairie people meet each other, they won't have to hold a knife in their hands!" Mochiha finished shouting.
After saying these words, he galloped away on horseback. Such childish words made everyone inexplicably touched, and they more or less believed in Wei Changpan's wish.
They looked at Wei Changpan, who was also looking at the back of the young barbarian riding away. The sky was clear and the snow had not disappeared, and dust was flying behind the horses' hooves.
Mochiha Bohuqin, Wei Changpan recited this name silently in his mind, remembering how proud this young barbarian was when he mentioned his last name, with a bright look on his face, and his thick eyebrows raised like two swords pointing straight at the sky.
Jian is always the one who drinks the most. When drunk, he dances, sings and dances like a barbarian.
"Mo Chiha, go farther and farther, and don't set foot on the battlefield again. That's not the place you should go..." Wei Changpan whispered to himself, "Once you step on it, you can't look back."
He also turned the horse's head and led the rest of the people on the road forward.
Now there are only seven of them left, seven people who are extremely tired and bruised. How far do they have to go before they can return to their hometown?