Chapter 18 second quarter

"Lord Wolf, the gates on the southeast, west, and south sides of the northern capital have been opened, and the people of Qingyang are fleeing in large numbers, do you want to hunt them down?" Shuobei's scout quickly reported to Meng Lehuo'er. The aged Shuobei Wolf Lord was climbing a height to look at the city of Beidu. The scarlet flames engulfed the tents in the center of the city, and the shouts of countless people gathered in one place, which could be heard several miles away.That was the location of the Golden Tent Palace. Listening to the sound, tens of thousands of people gathered there.

"Split out three thousand-man teams to control the three city gates. Kill as many civilians as you can. If you find nobles mixed in, don't let them go, but don't enter the city. Gather the rest of the people to the north gate, and the sun will rise. I will enter the city through the north gate." Meng Lehuo'er ordered. "The north gate is not open. The scout said." "Then break the north gate." Meng Lehuo'er said, "I'm coming from the north, and I don't want to take a detour." "Yes!" The scout took the order and was about to leave.

"Wait, what happened in the northern capital?" Meng Lehuoer asked. "I don't know yet. We just speculate that there is internal strife. There are probably tens of thousands of people fighting in the city. Some people took the opportunity to kill and plunder. The civilians had no choice but to flee." "Check again." Meng Lehuo waved his hand. The scout pegasus left. "The beasts in the trap are all crazy, this is the final fight, right?" Shan Bikong said. "Is it time to end? It's time to end..." Meng Lehuo said in a low voice, "I'm really anxious now, waiting for the sun to rise and the gates of the northern capital to open. I don't know when they will welcome me It won't be Xu Dahan, I really admire him, that young wolf has the talent to be a wolf!"

"Or will he point his teeth at the wolf lord?" Shan Bikong said. "That's fine." Meng Lehuo said quietly, "I'm longing for an enemy," he sighed, "but my enemies are all dead." Asule stood at the fork in the snow, looking at the two white tents, and there was a woman in each tent, both of which he wanted to see. He couldn't choose which way he wanted to go, because the tent wouldn't open to him, even if he just wanted to go in and see the woman's face, and know she was alive and well. He walked to his mother's tent, and the little slave girl opened the curtain early and waited for him. She looked at him differently from last time, full of caution and awe.Orduo was not far from the Golden Tent, and the news had already reached here. From the moment Xu Dahan died, Asule Pasur was already the master of the Pasur family.

"You go out." Asule said to the little girl, "Find a warm place to rest, and let me and my mother talk." He lifted the curtain of the inner tent, and Lemo in the inner tent raised his head at the same moment, and the eyes of the two met in the air.The way Le Mo looked at him was sometimes confused and sometimes sober, and it changed many times in a short moment. She slowly stood up.Asule walked towards his mother step by step, Le Mo's eyes showed anxiety, and he stepped back step by step with the doll in his arms. "Grandma, don't be afraid, it's me..." Asule said softly.

He knew it was useless to say that, his mother was crazy, and had long since failed to recognize him, not to mention that it had been ten years, and Asule in her memory was probably still a little boy. Le Mo shook his head, but the uneasiness in his eyes receded a bit.She was hugging the doll, humming some song in her mouth, like a little girl, Ren Asule came to her side, and gently hugged her shoulders.Le Mo looked up at him, a little dazed, and the doll in his arms fell to the ground.Asule wanted to bend down to pick it up, but his mother grabbed him by the collar.Le Mo left him, carefully approached his neck, put his nose over and sniffed gently.Asule's heart was shocked, he knew that he was negligent, he just changed his clothes, but he didn't have time to take a bath, his body smelled of blood.

"A...Su...Le..." Lemo said softly. Asule thought he had heard wrong, and looked down at his mother. Le Mozai sniffed carefully, nodded, and said affirmatively again, "Asule." "Mom!" Asule hugged her mother, trembling because of excitement. "My... Asule!" Le Mo hugged him back and forth with greater strength. "Mom...you remember me." Asule's tears fell, but there was a smile on his face. Le Mo babbled and hummed, hugging her son Asule.Asule has grown taller and is an adult, she still holds him like a doll, so Asule has to squat on the ground so that his mother can comfortably hold his head in her arms.

He has only three timings left, and he will use the first one to talk to his mother.He didn't want to leave behind the regrets of his grandfather, he wanted to tell his mother what he saw and heard in Donglu, as well as his friends.This is a chaotic world, and every moment could be a forever farewell. "Asule, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Le Mo patted the top of his head with his warm hands. "I know that I have a childish character, I am afraid of everything, and I always need others to encourage me. If I didn't know Hime Ye in the East... If I didn't have him, I would have died several times." Asule smiled, "But Now that I've grown up, I don't have much to fear."

"Time is running out, next time I will talk to Grandma." Asule said, standing up. He picked up the doll from the ground, patted the dust off it, put it into Lemo's arms, touched the doll's head and said, "When I'm not around, you can accompany grandma for me." The doll had a crooked mouth when it was sewn, and it was still crooked now, as if it was making a face at Asule.Asule smiled, feeling that she was really childish.He bent down, hugged his mother tightly, kissed her hair, and turned to leave the tent. The little slave girl didn't leave, she was shivering in the wind outside the tent, jumping around with her arms folded.

"Why didn't you leave?" Asule asked. "Zeyan's place cannot be separated from people at any time," said the little slave girl, "I can't let Da Nayan not find me." Asule took off the sable cloak on his shoulders and draped it over the shoulders of the little slave girl. The little slave stared at her glasses, but she didn't dare to refuse, and forgot to thank her. "What's your name?" Asule asked the little slave girl. "My name is Wu Yun." The little slave girl said timidly.In barbarian, this means wisdom. Asule nodded slightly, "Wu Yun, stay by my mother's side and don't go away. If the city breaks down and people from Qingyang come here, you should tell them that the daughter of Menglehuo'er Orhan lives here. Remember?"

"Remember." Wu Yun nodded. "Thank you." Asule stuck the long knife in his waist and left against the wind. Wu Yun stood in front of the tent, watching his back getting smaller and smaller.When he reached the fork in the road, Asule suddenly stopped and turned to look around.The wind was howling, and the figures in the wind stood still.Wu Yun thought it was strange for Da Nayan, there seemed to be many things in his heart, but he didn't say it out.She tightened the sable cloak on her body, thinking that no matter what, Da Nayan is still a good person.After a long time, Asule turned and left without looking back. A fire was lit in front of the golden tent, and corpses were strewn all over the place, so quiet that no one could be seen.Wu Chijin and Tokele's warriors all dispersed after seeing Xuda Khan's head.Brother Balu Bazaar sent out all the warriors from Mosuer's family to inform Xuda Khan's death one by one.The warriors and ladies of the Golden Tent Palace also ran back to their tents. No one knew if this was the last night and they should be with their families. Asule stepped on the corpses, walked to the drum stand in the middle of the open space, and looked up at Kuigu.This huge pitch-black drum can summon all the people in the northern capital. It was made by his grandfather who hunted and killed the strange beast "Kui" in Tiantuo Strait, and now his grandfather is dead.He stroked the drum lightly, Kui's skin was as hard as iron, icy his hand. "Asule, the situation in the city is out of control. You should leave quickly." Amochi's voice came from behind him. "Amo Chi?" Asule turned his head, "Why are you here?" "I've been waiting for you." Amochi said, "Several families went to war, which frightened the civilians in the city, and some warriors took the opportunity to rob, kill and abuse women. Everyone was crazy and felt that they couldn't live anyway. , It’s better to do whatever you want, it’s just death. The gates on the east, west and south sides of the city were opened, and some people fled desperately, but they were blocked by three thousand-man teams in the northern part of Shuo, and many people died. Out of ten, only two or three escaped. Now the three city gates are under the control of Shuobei, and they can enter the city at any time, but they are still outside the city gates." "The wolf mainly enters the city through the north gate, or he is waiting for us to dedicate the city." Asule said. "Asule, let's go, depending on you, it's not difficult to kill...others... Anyway, the wolf lord can't kill his own daughter..." Amochi said. "And you?" "Me?" Amochi was taken aback and shook his head, "I probably won't die, I'm a wizard, and the ministries never kill wizards when they fight, and the wolf lord didn't order me to be killed last time." "Where's Suma?" Amochi was silent this time. "There are also Dahesa, General Bahbabang, Muma, General Buhuala, many, many people, what should they do?" Asule looked at him. "A Sule, don't memorize so many things, you will die of exhaustion..." Amochi whispered. Asule didn't answer, but patted Amochi on the shoulder, "Can you do me a favor?" Amochi straightened his chest, "What can I help you with? You can say whatever you want." "There is still some wine in the wine cellar, about dozens of jars. You can help me move it out and put it on the side of the fire. I will go to the back and bring the lamb over. Brother and the others have washed and stripped everything they prepared. baked." "This..." Amochi's eyes widened. "Tonight is the Lamb Festival." Asule said, "It's a day to eat lamb and drink wine." When Amochi tried his best to move out the last dozens of jars of Gulqin spirits in the wine cellar, Asule was already roasting lambs with an iron fork beside the fire. A row was set up on the pile, and Asule ran back and forth among the iron forks to rotate them. When he saw Amochi coming with the wine jar, he waved to him, "Come and help me, it's easy to burn." Amochi didn't think about anything else, and followed Asule around in the iron fork.Amochi knew that he couldn't get any results by persuading him. This night, Asule seemed to have grown up suddenly, his eyes were calm and firm.He smelled the burnt aroma in the air, and gradually he was no longer afraid.He hadn't eaten lamb for a long time, and if he really was going to die tomorrow, it wouldn't be bad to have a full meal tonight. "Still keep such good wine and meat!" He cursed and swallowed. "It's better to die, stay for us to eat!" Asule smiled, "How is my roast?" "I didn't expect that you can roast lamb. When you were in the northern capital, didn't someone serve you every meal?" Amochi said. "I learned it in Nanhuai City. I have a friend named Ji Ye. He always asks me to go steal piglets that have been slaughtered in the butcher shop. Get some charcoal and then test it. Sprinkle fine powder of spices on it and roast it. Cut it in half with one knife, and each person eats half." Asule said lightly, "Later we had a friend named Yuran, so we had to cut three pieces, and a friend named Xiyuan sometimes came to join in the fun, Piglets are not enough to eat." "Who do you want to eat with so many lambs tonight?" Amochi asked, "I'm going to find Balu Bazaar?" "No, anyone who passes by can find someone to eat." Asule smiled, "On Lamb Festival, boys who are about to grow up should have meat and wine." "There's one over there." Amochi pointed not far away. Asule looked over, there was a small boy standing there, about sixteen or seventeen years old.Slightly smaller than Asule, looking at his clothes, he looked like a slave. He probably smelled the smell of roasted lambs. He stared at the lambs on the iron spit and swallowed his saliva, but he didn't dare to get closer.There are corpses all over the ground here, and the two noble young men are running around roasting lambs, which really looks weird enough. "Are you hungry?" Asule asked loudly. The slave nodded. A Sule picked up an iron fork, "Come, eat some meat, and if you can drink, there is Gurqin wine." "Gulqin wine?" The slave shook his head, "I am a slave." "General Mu Li was also a slave before." Asule said, "I'll share a lamb with you, and try my handicraft." The slave hesitated, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, wrapped himself in sheep fur and huddled in the cold wind. "You can still enjoy the fire here," Asule said, "If you have to die tomorrow, what can you do if you eat a lamb roasted by a nobleman tonight?" The slave let go of his scruples, took the lamb from Asule's hand, and bit it down. The oil overflowed from the browned meat, and his mouth was full of fragrance.He accidentally bit his tongue, trembling with pain. Swallowing the mouthful of meat comfortably, the slave raised his head and looked at Asule, "Thank you...thank you!" Asule took a wine jar and poured him a bowl of wine, took the lamb in his hand, took a bite himself, and nodded, "It's okay, the fire is just right." The slave rubbed his hands, "I bit it directly, it wasn't clean...is it okay?" "It's okay." Asule said vaguely, chewing on the lamb meat in his mouth. The slave didn't know the identity of this young nobleman, so he looked at Asule's face carefully, but in the end he couldn't find any hypocrisy from that face.Filled with unprecedented boldness in her heart, she took the lamb from Asule's hand and took another bite, gulping down a bowl of Guerqin wine.Asule and him looked at each other and smiled, the flames drove away the severe cold, the lamb meat filled the belly, the strong wine made people feel like a fire was burning in the chest, the blood in the whole body was open, the slave's face was flushed, He smiled heartily, showing his blackened teeth. "How old are you?" Asule asked. "Seventeen years old." The slave wiped his mouth. "You're an adult, have you celebrated Lamb Festival yet?" The slave shook his head, "Nobles only celebrate this festival, I am a slave, I will grow up when I grow up, no one cares about us." "Do you have friends?" "Yes, there are more than a dozen of us about the same age, and they all graze the cattle for the master. Now the master feels that the sky is falling, and we don't care about us. We live in an empty tent not far away, and we are too hungry to come out. Find something to eat." "Do me a favor, ask your friends to come and eat meat and drink, as long as they are willing." Asule said, "Go find some young people in the city and tell them that there is wine and meat for the Burning Lamb Festival. If they If you want, come here." The slave hesitated and scratched his head, "Is this okay?" "Okay." Asule said. The slave jumped up, patted his body, and wrapped the sheep fur tightly, "I know! I'll be back as soon as I go!" As soon as the slaves went out, Balu and Baza rushed in with a group of Mosuer young people, looking at everything in front of them in amazement. "Let's drag those corpses to the back and bury them in the snowdrift." Asule rolled up his sleeves, "Then we'll come back to eat meat and drink, Balu Bazaar, you haven't celebrated the Burning Lamb Festival, have you? Adults At that time, we were all in the Eastern Continent." Balu took a step forward and grabbed Asule's wrist, "Master, you can't do these things, we just do it." Asule pushed his hand away, looked into his eyes, and said calmly, "No, it's the same, we are all the same." He turned around, grabbed the two legs of a corpse and dragged it behind the golden tent. Baloo wanted to stop him, but he couldn't speak, and the stopping hand hung halfway in the air. "Brother, what's the matter, master?" Baza approached and asked. Baloo shook his head, squatted down and grabbed the two legs of a corpse, and started to work silently.He has served this master for ten years. At first, he was determined to fight for this master because of his kindness, not his majesty.In Balu's heart, Asule has never been a coercive master, he is a young man who always wants to protect others, although he still needs Balu Bazar's protection.And from now on, Asule Pasur is really their master, they must obey their master's orders, the master will lead them to eat lamb and drink, and the master will also lead them to charge. A slender figure stood in the darkness where the light of the fire could not be seen, watching the young people gather together, in twos and threes at first, then dozens of people, and then hundreds of people.There are slaves, ordinary poor people, and the noble warriors of the Mosuer family. They have been starving for several days and have not been able to eat meat.The smell of meat and wine relaxes their nerves, and the bonfire warms their bodies. After a few bowls of wine, their eyes light up, smiles appear, and they scramble for lambs and wine jars. On the night when the city was about to be destroyed, the open space in front of the golden tent was full of happiness like an oasis in the desert, attracting more and more people to settle here. They started laughing loudly. How long has it been since they heard such a hearty laugh in this deadly northern capital city?It may be a month or two, but it feels like years or decades.The smiles of those young people are always so contagious, like the morning light, full of vigor and vigor, making those who listen from afar want to shed tears of happiness.Everyone has probably been like this when they were teenagers. In the most difficult and dangerous times, as long as there are good friends by their side, they can laugh, regardless of the possibility of dying tomorrow. A young slave lost a bet on wine, jumped to the fire, threw off his sheep fur, and began to dance.His dancing posture is simple and powerful, every joint of his body is opened, as if he is galloping a horse, and he seems to be swaying a knife, but his hands are lifting in the air, as if he wants to hug the waist of his beloved girl Lift her up high.He breathed the cold wind, but he was no longer afraid of the severe cold. Beads of sweat hung on his lean body, reflecting the scattered firelight.More and more people joined him. They held hands and circled the fire, reminding people of the time when the prairie people first came to this land in ancient times. They held hands and danced, praying to God to give them a happy coming year. The person watching from a distance clasped his hands together, looked at the dark sky, and prayed silently. The wind blew her long hair at the sideburns, and her pupils were clear.Sad and relieved.There was warmth in her eyes. At this moment, she was willing to believe that although the Pantar god living above the clouds was holding a butcher knife, he also had a heart that occasionally sprouted pity. She begged him to take them through this sorrow era. Beside the fire was a young man with the same eyes as hers.He didn't join in the dance, and sat in the corner all the time.He didn't eat or drink, and watched those young people dance, his clear eyes were full of fire, and there was a faint smile on his lips, like their elder brother. "Asule." The man watching from afar called his name from the deepest part of his heart.Ten years can make the beauty's eyes wrinkle, and the boy's smooth chin grow a beard, but it doesn't change his childlike profile.She recited the name silently, her heart jumped with joy, sadness and joy. "Master, can you say something?" Balu said, he and Asule were back to back. "Say what?" "Master, a slow-minded person like me should also know that you have something to say, everyone knows it. Say it, let's wait and hear." Balu said lightly, watching the drunken Amochi jumping around the fire He got up, shaking his long hair, resembling the crazy appearance of his teacher when he was offering sacrifices.Baloo laughed silently. "Balu, you look a lot like your uncle now." Asule filled his bowl with wine and stood up. The jubilant scene calmed down, the bonfire was crackling, and the young people didn't speak or smile, watching the noble young man who was busy pouring wine and roasting lamb just now walked up to a boulder and stood there. "Today is the Burning Lamb Festival, which is the day when you come of age. I am eighteen years old, and I should have become an adult the year before last. At that time, I hadn't been able to go home and drink this bowl of wine." Asule said, "At that time, I was in Donglu Nanhuai City, many of you have never seen me, now, you should know my name." The young people looked at each other in surprise, but said nothing.Asule Pasur, the only Da Nayan in the northern capital city, the former eldest son.This noble aristocrat did not leave much impression on the slaves and ordinary people. Under the cover of his intelligent, brave or resolute brothers, this child never gained the attention of everyone.He seems to only exist when everyone counts how many sons the old majesty has, and people will say that the youngest son is the eldest son Asule.The only time he shocked the grassland was his battle with the Shuobei people. Some people say that he shed precious bronze blood like the legendary King Chindahan. succeed.But the brilliance of that moment was overshadowed by the disastrous defeat of that battle. Too many men died on the battlefield, and the people in Beidu City only cared about their grief. Not many people thought about the young figure who fell in front of the wolf lord. "If your brother followed me to the battlefield and failed to come back," Asule lowered his head and pursed his lips, "I'm sorry, if anyone of you wants to scold me, please scold me first, and I'll talk after scolding." No one spoke, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at him. "Okay," Asule nodded, looking up at the night sky, "I am the youngest son of Abba, I never thought that I would become an adult one day. I have four older brothers, and they are all better than me. I am still a child in my heart, because I will always be younger than them." He smiled, "I am used to being a child, and I never really want to take any responsibility. When I am sad, I will cry, or I will cry alone. , said to protect the people around him, but he didn’t have the strength to do that. Some things he didn’t dare to face, so he always hid. Now think about when I was a child, I was really a very willful child. Once my father and I Said that he shouldn't have destroyed the Zhenyan Department, and burst into tears as he spoke, because thinking that all his friends in the Zhenyan Department had died, it was really sad, and that sadness wished he could kill me. But I didn't Will look at my dad's eyes, my dad is also very sad, and he wants to kill him because of the sadness in his heart. He said that my form Beruha Kusar is his best friend, and he will give up But he has no choice, he wants to protect the Qingyang Department, he can’t do whatever he wants.” He said softly, “Then when I thought of my father’s face that time, I felt haggard again. , tired, and old... But I can only cry. My third brother Xu Dahan is right, what is the use of crying? Crying can't save anyone, it's just a coward's vent. I cry very sad, but I The mother Huluntie in the Zhenyan Department is still dead, and I haven't done anything for her until today." Amochi's wine was slightly gone, and he touched his heart, feeling a sense of sourness flowing silently there. "Asule, why are you so harsh on yourself?" He wanted to say, "You have done your best." But he can't say that, if Asule's surname is not Pasur, then he can take over the fact that he has tried his best.But the men of Pasur's family will always hold Qingyang's flag one by one and guard the city.People who fail are shameful people. "Now that my father is dead, you should know. My brothers are also dead. My second brother is crazy and has a broken leg. I suddenly realized that I have to grow up. I am eighteen years old and I am Pa The last man in the Suer family, I can no longer wait for others to help me because they are all gone. I can't cry either, if I cry too, what should my mother do?" A Sule said, "So, today It was also the day I grew up." He took a deep breath, "It's almost dawn. I have the worst news. The Shuobei wolf lord will attack the city at dawn. He has already planted a red flag outside the city like King Xun did. The people in the flag circle Everyone is going to die. Even if someone escapes, they will chase him to the end of the grassland. Shuobei Wolf Lord is my grandfather, but I know he came for revenge. He wants to use the blood of everyone in this city to pay homage to him. The wolf cavalry who died at the hands of my father thirty years ago." The young men tense, the wind blows on them, and they feel the chill.One more time, the sky will be bright, and at that time, it will come with the wind, and there will be sabers from Shuobei people. "I'm going out of the city, now. When the wolf lord thinks that no one in the northern capital dares to fight him, ambush him. I tried to do it once, but I failed. Many people died, General Buhua The arrow still failed to hit the wolf lord. But I still have to try again, because I can't think of any other way to protect the city. Many people have died to protect the city, including my brothers... Let me know the feeling of my loved ones getting cold in my arms." Asule scanned the eyes of each of them, "I hope someone can go with me, I can't guarantee success, and I can't guarantee that you will come back alive. So I will never force it. But I must go, even if I am alone, because I grow up, I want to live like a real man. I want to protect my family and friends, if someone wants to hurt They have to step over my dead body first. To be a hero, one must first be a real man." He untied his neckline, tore off the silver chain around his neck, put the finger cot on his thumb, and held it up high to the sky, "People like us are called 'Tianqi' in the Eastern Land. Sometimes, we always say, 'The armor is still there'." He took a deep breath, looked up at his fingertips against the dark sky as the background, and said in a low voice, "The iron armor is still there." "Still there!" Suddenly someone answered him. In the crowd, a young warrior of the Mosel family raised his hand above his head.His expression was resolute, and an iron-blue light shone on his thumb.Bazaar was taken aback. He couldn't remember the young man's name. When he secretly contacted his friend from childhood to break into the "Longlong Court", the young warrior heard the news and recommended himself.On the way to "Suolongting", the young warrior kept sticking to Balu with a knife, protecting his flanks. "The iron armor is still there." Baloo raised his hand high. "The iron armor is still there." Bazaar also raised his hand. Amochi felt that gushing hot air washed away all the sorrow and powerlessness, occupying his chest.He didn't know what those five words meant, but looking at the expressions of the four people when they mentioned it, he felt that it might be a spell, or an old brother's oath, or a whisper of old lovers when they fell in love. For many years, knowing that I am old and yellow, when I mention it again, I can still feel the throbbing coming through time. He also wanted to raise his hand, but hesitated.The surroundings were quiet enough to hear the crackling of firewood, hundreds of people looked around, only the four cast-iron arms pointed to the sky. "The iron armor is still there." Suddenly there was a hard worker who raised his arm vigorously, sparks flickered in his eyes. "The iron armor is still there." Someone raised his hand again. A gate was faintly broken, and more and more people raised their hands, their voices became louder and louder, and the flames flowing in their chests were scrambling to shoot out.There were sparks in the eyes of dozens of hundreds of people, and some people jumped up and punched vigorously in midair, as if they were going to punch the sky. "The iron armor is still here! The iron armor is still here!" Amochi waved his arms along with those young people.He was feeling the joy that he had never felt in his twenty years of life. He looked hard into the eyes of everyone around him, wanting them to know how happy he was. He suddenly found that beside him was the first young slave who came over, and he was looking him up and down. "Are you a wizard?" said the slave. "so what?" "Are you going out of the city to fight together? I heard... wizards are very weak people..." The slave head looked at Amochi's face. "Are you going to underestimate me?" Amo Chi was stunned for a moment, and shouted loudly with his eyes wide open. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscular arms, "Look, I'm not a weak person!" Seeing him serious, the slave laughed out loud.Amochi glanced at his arm and couldn't help but smile too.At the same time, they raised the lamb's leg in their hands, bumped it like clinking glasses, and bit down hard.The shouting and shouting around them ebbed and flowed like a tide... "I'm leaving. Ji Ye, Yu Ran, you are all far away, living your life with all your strength, waiting for the day when we meet again?" Asule raised his wine bowl to the sky, "Me too Yes, in my heart... I really want to see you again!" At this moment, across thousands of miles of ocean and land, on the Eastern Central Plateau, a 19-year-old young man was leaning on a black horse, looking up at the starry sky, and holding a black-gold spear in his arms. Behind him, under the blue flag, the old man sat by the fire and played the mottled Ruan Qin. "Is Ruan an instrument handed down from the barbarians?" the young man asked. "Yes, on the barbarian side, horsehair is used to vibrate the strings, so the sound of the piano is more desolate. It is said that it is a musical instrument that everyone can play." The old man said casually while touching the strings. "I have a friend over there, and he probably will too." The young man looked towards the northern sky and smiled softly. Asule drank the Gurqin liquor in the bowl in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and smashed the bowl on a stone. Hundreds of bowls were smashed on the rocks, and hundreds of pairs of young eyes watched Asule jump off the boulder.He walked to the drum stand and stroked the steel-like drum head of Xiegu, which was left by his grandfather. King Qindahan's original meaning was "war drum king".He carried the heavy giant drum on his shoulders, stepped off the drum stand, stepped on his horse, and slapped the drum hard, "Let's go!" Amidst the thunderous bang of the Xie drum, he faced the howling wind and waited for his hundreds of people to set off. When he walked out of the gate, he looked up at the head that was picked up on the flagpole. It was Xudahan Pasur, a traitor and usurper known to everyone in the northern capital.The head was flying around, but his expression was quiet, his eyes were lowered, and he was more delicate than before.Looking at it, Asule was slightly startled, feeling that the pale head had opened its eyes and was silently looking towards the north.