Chapter 9 Section VI

Buhuala stood in the snow, with blood-colored icicles hanging from the cut of his left arm, and barely standing up straight with his right arm propped up by a bow.But he knew that it was impossible to stand for a long time, his body was slowly getting colder, and the back of that good bow was already crying out that it was about to break. He looked around and saw his brothers lying in the boundless snow, like a flock of dead black crows.The Skull Dragon that Mu Li left for him fell down at his feet, it was already freezing cold.His ancestral quiver hung on the side of the saddle, and there were still twelve armor-piercing arrows in it, and he would never shoot them all.The fierce war horse probably misunderstood what he meant, thinking that he had fallen into the enemy group but had no arrows, so he rushed in desperately with arrows.It dodged the giant wolf's sharp claws continuously, but failed to avoid the feathered man's arrow. A sharp arrow pierced through its chest, leaving only the white tail feathers outside.

In front of him was a rough wooden seat, Meng Lehuoer sat there, his giant wolf squatted beside him, and he gently stroked the long fur on the wolf's back.All the wolf cavalry surrounded Buhuaca, this beast-like army had extremely strict military discipline, Meng Lehuo was silent, neither the wolf cavalry nor the wolf made a sound. Meng Lehuo'er looked up and down with great interest, and Buhua responded with a cold gaze. He was waiting, waiting for Meng Lehuoer's giant axe to slash and let his head fall to the ground. This expectation kept him from falling.He thought of the scene before Mu Li's death, the blood fountain gushing from his neck was like a fluttering battle flag in the air, he didn't know if the hot blood in his chest could turn into bright red spring water at this moment, he felt that there was already blood in his blood vessels It was full of ice.

"Ghost bows and arrows are not flowery. I heard your name on the way from the north. Someone reminded me that I don't have to be wary of Mu Li, but I must be careful not to be flowery, because if you are not, you will kill me. I can't even see where he is." Meng Lehuo'er said in a low and flat voice, "Now your ghost bow has no arrows, and I don't have to pay attention to anyone anymore. I'm very happy, let you go back, By the way, take my gift back to the master of Qingyang." "I won't do anything for you, cut off my head, while I'm still alive." Buhuala said.

"I didn't mean to humiliate you by pretending to be kind. I just did it because I appreciate your courage. This is a gift with respect. You remind me of Mu Li many years ago, but unfortunately he became a An old dog who only wants to die, this makes me feel sad." Meng Lehuoer said, "Do you also want to die? Because you can no longer shoot arrows?" "My father taught me," Buhuasa said, "that gifts from the devil cannot be accepted." Menglehuo'er sighed lowly, looked at Yuanyan, and was silent for a while, "Nowadays everyone on the grassland thinks that Menglehuo'er Orhan and his warriors are devils. They rape other people's women, rob The children born are then trained to become murderous wolf cavalry. The children dare not cry when they hear the name of the White Wolf Regiment. But thirty years ago, before we were defeated by Guo Leer, we were not like this. At that time, I Every warrior under his command has his own home, wife, children, cattle and sheep. After that battle, the descendants of the wolf cavalry completely lost these, and we became lonely beasts on the ice field."

"You said we created devils?" Buhuala twitched the corners of his mouth and sneered, "The great hero on the grassland, the wolf lord Menglehuoer Uerhan, is he going to blame his brutal crimes on the enemy's head?" "No, we are devils, I admit it. But everyone is a kind child when they are born, isn't it? Young man, there is always a reason for a person to become a devil, in fact, everyone can become a devil. Qingyang people are not There is no absolute justice, this is war, in which only the enemy and your own people are distinguished." Meng Lehuo'er said lightly, "On the battlefield, you only need to think about killing the enemy and protecting your own people, and the death of your partner will make you You feel alone, and only the blood of the enemy can wash away that loneliness."

"Why is that? It's because of your ambition! If you didn't have ambition, your warriors wouldn't die so much, you wouldn't have the defeat you had thirty years ago, and your warriors wouldn't lose their homes and turn into beasts ! Do you feel lonely? You deserve it! It’s you who… destroyed your family… and everything!” Buhuasa raised her head and laughed wildly. He really felt comfortable, because he could laugh at Meng Lehuo'er's loneliness.He originally thought that without a bow and an arm, he was powerless to attack this awesome old man, but now he felt that language was fine, as long as Montreux felt lonely, then there was still something in his indestructible, devilish heart. crack.A little desire for revenge welled up in Bu Hua's heart, and he wanted to use fierce words to turn into a sharp chisel, to cut a gap in the old man's heart, go deep down, and cut out blood.

He was about to die, and he didn't care that Meng Lehuo'er cut off his head in a rage.It was the last thing he could do, to appease his dead comrades. Meng Lehuo was silent and smiled.Buhua was stunned for a moment. "Young man, do you want to anger an old man with words?" Meng Lehuo'er said, "You don't understand what I mean, men like us were born on this grassland, and have never been afraid of loneliness. I will definitely reach out to grab my desires. Before stepping on the battlefield, the hero already knows everything he may lose, but he will not retreat because of it. Even if he loses his life, there is no way. Because you are no match for desire."

Bu Huaca stared at Meng Le Huo'er, but the image of Meng Le Huo'er became more and more blurred in his eyes.He originally thought it was a ferocious beast, desperate to eat people, but when the real Menglehuoer stood in front of him, he was cruel, proud, and lonely, sitting in the white snow and talking, like a A philosopher of the East. "You are not a hero." Buhuala finally thought of a sentence to refute. "So what if we are called devils? We have endured too much pain, too deep fear, lost everything and exiled ourselves, waiting for thirty years in the perpetually frozen snow field, but I can't let my desire die Down, my heart is thirsty, and only wine and women can moisten it a little. Do I care about being called a devil?" Meng Lehuo looked around at his warriors.

The wolf cavalry were all silent, with no expression on their cold faces. "I still want to be deeply nourished, and the only thing that can nourish me is the blood of you Qingyang people." Meng Lehuoer whispered. "You are wrong! Even if the last person from Qingyang bleeds dry, so what? You are about to die! Meng Lehuoer! Can you be a maharaja for a few days? And only a small piece of land will bury you ! Your desire cannot be satisfied at all, your desire is a bottomless sea!" Meng Lehuo laughed again, very easily. "I didn't come here to argue with you about who is right and who is wrong," Shuobei wolf lord sat on the throne, looked up at the sky, and said in a low voice, "Go back and tell Bimogan Pasur that I just came...for revenge!"

Bimogan and the nobles hurriedly boarded the city wall, looking out, tens of thousands of Shuobei troops gathered outside the north gate.They raised tens of thousands of reddish-brown flags, and the snow seemed to be covered with a layer of blood. "Are they... going to attack the city?" Bi Mogan trembled in his heart. After yesterday's defeat, the remnants of the army returned to the city and brought back the fainted Asule. The Shuobei people unexpectedly did not take the opportunity to attack the city. They reined in their horses two hundred steps away from the city wall and let Qingyang's defeated army enter the city. .For the next whole day, Bimogan discussed matters with the nobles in the golden tent, day and night.Bad news kept coming to the Golden Tent. From an army of nearly 30,000 people, only less than 3,000 people came back alive. Mu Haiyang, Bach, and Mu Haiyang were all seriously injured, but Buhuala failed to withdraw. Some people saw that one of his arms was torn off by the giant wolf's claws.The city of Beidu was full of cries all night, tens of thousands of people lost their families, and the combat power of Beidu was truly destroyed.Bimogan couldn't discuss the result, and no one could tell him what to do. The nobles were silent for a while, and ran away violently for a while.

"Where are there so many red flags?" Xu Dahan said, "Could it be that they wanted to dye these red flags last night?" He thought of an old story in "The Legend of King Xun" and trembled violently. "They are going to attack the city! All active men should gather at the north gate with bows! The more arrows the better!" Guimu said. "No, they are not going to attack the city." Xu Dahan waved his hand. A Shuobei warrior led his horse out and advanced to a stop two hundred steps away from the city wall, which was still beyond the range of ordinary horn bows. "Master Wolf, send General Buhua back to the city!" He said loudly, turned around and returned to the base camp. "Are they going to send Buhuaca back?" Bi Mogan was taken aback.It was said on the grassland that Meng Le Huo'er had never been interested in captives, but he didn't like to release them, but killed them directly. There was a hole in Shuo Bei's main formation, and a figure was pushed out from inside.He lowered his head and staggered on the snow, as if he would fall at any moment.Gradually, Bi Mogan could see his face clearly, it was really not a joke.But Bi Mogan wasn't happy at all. Behind Buhuasashi, there was a long chain dragging, and the chain was composed of countless human heads.The long hair of those skulls was divided into two sections, which were tied together, and one end was tied to the hair that was not flowery.I don't know how long that cruel chain is. It seems that as long as you don't take a single step, the chain will never break. Every link is a dead Qingyang person. There are tens of thousands of Qingyang people's corpses outside the city. Well, if the Shuobei people want to, they can ask Buhua to drag the chain to death, and they can cut off the head of a new dead person to continue. There was a dead silence on the top of the city, and the warriors lowered their heads. There was a hint of tremor in Bimogan's voice, "Guimu, take a few people down, and as soon as the city gate opens, General Buhuasa will be brought in." "You can't open the city!" the owner of Wu Chijin's family said loudly, "Can't you see it? This is a trick of the Shuobei people! Once we open the city, they will take the opportunity to attack!" "No, the city was attacked yesterday," Xu Dahan said, "The wolf master doesn't seem like a person who likes to play such tricks." Guimu hurried down the city with a few people, and with the harsh metal friction sound of the brass winch on the top of the city gate, the gate was slowly raised to the height of Guimu's chest.Guimu pressed the hilt of the lion's tooth, flinched out, ran a few steps on the snow, and hugged Buhuaca.He almost doubted that Buhuaca was not a dead person, there was no trace of heat on his body, his robe was soaked in blood, and was as hard as iron from the cold.Fukasa looked at him blankly, reminding Guimu of a dead fish. "General Buhuaca!" He shook Buhuaca vigorously, "Wake up! It's okay! You're back!" "Guimu Nayan," Buhua moved her lips, "I shouldn't have come back, my brothers are all dead, why should I come back?" Guimu looked behind Fuhua, and he could roughly recognize that every head on that chain belonged to a ghost bow warrior. Shuobei people used this cruel method to torture this man.He has no friendship with Buhuala.But seeing such a brave clansman become like this, my heart is full of bitterness.He chopped off his unfashionable hair with one knife, and broke the chain of the human head.Returning to the city with Buhuasa in his arms, just as he flashed in, the giant brass door vibrated and fell straight down with a loud noise like thunder.Now Qingyang people can only rely on these heavy city gates. "Buhuasa, what do you think?" Guimu climbed up the city wall with Buhuaca in his arms, and Bimogan greeted him. "Meng Lehuo'er said that he has something to tell the majesty." The voice was bland, "he just came for revenge, and he didn't want anything else." He fell back weakly and passed out. "Men of Qingyang, you will never live in another season when the ice and snow melt!" Outside the city, Meng Le Huo'er suddenly roared. He slapped the giant wolf on the neck, turned the wolf's head and left.The cheers of tens of thousands of Shuobei men seemed to vibrate, and warriors holding red flags came out from both sides, like a big red bird spreading its wings.Every hundred steps or so, they planted a red flag. Those wooden poles were all newly felled dead trees with sharpened lower ends. Shuobei warriors smashed them down with their sheaths until the lower ends pierced into the soil under the snow. inside.The cavalry ran around the northern capital, and the red flag stretched with their steps, and it was obvious that they would meet at the south gate soon.These red flags formed a crimson circle, completely surrounding the northern capital. "That's King Xun's...God's Circle of Punishment." Xu Dahan whispered. "Meng Lehuoer...what will he do?" Bimogan turned pale when he heard that terrifying name. "He will... massacre the city!" In the era of King Xun, he led 10,000 cavalry from the Gurqin tribe and galloped across the grassland with 10,000 red flags. He gave all the tribes who declared their allegiance to him white horsetails, indicating that the tribe was guarded by King Xun. .Those who disobeyed and attacked King Xun, King Xun would order the Gurqin cavalry to surround the stockade with red flags. From that moment on, every man in the red circle who had a whip will be killed. Horde will be razed. The God's Circle of Punishment, which had disappeared for five hundred years, reappeared on the grassland, but it came from Meng Lehuoer, a man like a devil.He will do it more thoroughly than King Xun, no one doubts. "Is it a threat?" Bimogan asked, "Is he really going to massacre the city?" Xu Dahan shook his head, "It's not a threat, but a declaration. Outside our city is Menglehuo'er Uerhan. He values ​​his words more than anything else, and what he said he will do is unshakable. " "Majesty, didn't you follow the Nine Kings and level up the Zhenyan Department by the Iron Line River?" Xu Dahan said, "I think for Meng Lehuoer, the northern capital is just a spoil of war. Once the capital is captured, he will be the lord of the grassland, and his shame of being defeated by your father will be washed away. He does not need this city at all. The White Wolves live in the wilderness of the extreme north, where Mongolia Le Huoer's house." "What would he do..." "Kill all grown men, even boys and girls, and let his warriors rape women who want to live to give birth. Ten months later, when the women give birth, he will order the women to be killed too, and train the Babies become warriors of the White Wolves." "The northern capital is about to perish... it is about to perish!" the owner of Wo Chijin's family suddenly roared, "Majesty, do you know what you did wrong now?" The honorable patriarch turned around and dunked into the dungeon, the master of the Tokele family followed him down the city, and the warriors of the two families also went down the city, and suddenly half of the people on the city wall were emptied. "This..." Bimogan was stunned. Eridun Dalai, the new owner of Heludin's family, also shook his head, and beckoned to take his own warriors down to the city. "Eri Dun Dalai!" Bi Mogan shouted, "What are you doing?" "Majesty, if the traitor we are talking about is not exposed, it will be useless to defend the city." Eri Dun Dalai said, "But it is too late to say this now, how can we defend it? Just rely on these people?" On the top of the city, there were only a few hundred flying barracks warriors led by Ban Zalie, who did not move their positions. Bi Mogan looked at the figures of the three nobles going away, and suddenly felt exhausted from the heart. He wanted to squat down and take a good rest. .