Chapter 37 second quarter

September 13th, early morning. Buhuala stood at the head of the northern capital city, standing in the wind, holding his dark longbow, looking into the distance. He took dozens of brothers with him.His brothers are all the most elite ghost bows. These barbarians look like ordinary herdsmen, but they have eagle eyes.Dozens of pairs of eyes and Bu Hua San looked at the same place.Surrounding them are three thousand archers under Paixiu's tent, and they are all elites who have drawn bows and shot geese since they were young. In the eyes of ordinary people, a black spot in the sky, they can tell it is a black-headed vulture or a vulture. , These thousands of pairs of eyes also look at the same place.

On the morning of early winter, thousands of people in the city of Beidu only listened to the wind and looked at the same person. To the north of the northern capital city, five hundred steps away from the city wall, that man was riding a flame-red steed.The steed roared in the wind, and its owner patted its neck to make it quiet.The scarlet brocade robe on the owner's body was as bright as the color of the horse, like a jumping flame on the grassland full of decaying grass.Only Donglu Weaver Girl has such complicated and luxurious handwork. The pattern on the robe is embroidered with gold thread stitch by stitch, a complete map of Hanzhou.As if this robe was not enough to reflect the luxury of the owner, he hung gold chains all over the robe.There are probably hundreds of those pure gold chains, about the thickness of a man's fingers, layered on top of each other, like armor.The owner's bare shoulder and arm were also covered with a piece of gold, which was a tattoo, and a huge golden dragon beast wrapped around his muscular arm.

A hundred paces behind him, the cavalry lined up neatly.Thousands of wild horses were controlled by their masters, neighing irritably in a low voice.They are all war horses, the Xue Lingge species in the northern grasslands, they will be excited when they smell the smell of the battlefield, and they can smell the tension in the air.The cavalrymen wore various herdsmen's clothes, some of which were covered with simple cowhide armor, with long-bladed axes or broad-body iron knives stuck in the saddles, and the arrow pots at their waists were full of arrows with black carved tail feathers.

The owner of the fiery red horse held a big flag in his hand, and the wind blew the flag up, and a blue wolf rolled in the flag. The Canglang flag in Shuobei was flying over the Shuofang Plain again decades later. I haven't seen that person before, but I know his name.Hudulu Khan, the eldest son of Shuobei, is as bold and powerful as his father, Menglehuoer.He likes voluptuous women, so he married hundreds of wives.He is very hospitable, and when a guest comes from afar, he will treat him with the strongest wine, and he will take the lead in drinking it, just like drinking water.He is heroic and unrestrained, and when he is drunk, he dances in a majestic and charming dance. At this moment, his beautiful wives will enter the tent and clap their hands around him to cheer him up.But if anyone provoked him, his iron arms could snap a bull's neck.He was as smart as his father, and knew how to use several rivers in the north of Shuo to pan for alluvial gold. If the barbarian nobles wanted to buy gold, they had only two choices: Hudulu Khan in the north of Shuo and merchants from the Eastern Land.Hudulu Khan exchanged gold for cattle, sheep, women and precious incense. People who travel far away will feel that they have entered another world after passing through Hudulu Khan's tent. Ambergris is floating in the magnificent tent. Fragrant, majestic men with their arms around half-naked maidens drank spirits on sable cushions.

People on the grassland called Dulu Khan the "Golden King", envied his wealth, and feared his power. Buhuala never envied Hudulu Khan, because he never envied his enemies.Buhuala was only thirteen years old when he heard the rumors about Hudulu Khan, but he felt the ferociousness of a beast thousands of miles away from the man who lived among gold, incense and beautiful women.He had a premonition that one day he would meet this man on the battlefield, and this day came, earlier than he thought. Hudulu Khan was also watching, watching, grinning silently, showing his snow-white teeth.With a wave of his hand, a falcon-like warrior from Shuobei rode out from behind and took over the wolf banner in Hudulu Khan's hand.He ran forward with the big flag, only two hundred steps away from the city wall of the northern capital, and inserted the big flag into the soil.

At this moment, the sun rose through the clouds from the east, the Canglang flag was flying in the wind, and the pure gold-wrapped flagpole reflected a compelling light. "The third day." A ghost bow warrior whispered. "Yeah, it's the third day, very punctual." Buhuasa said lightly. This was the third day that Shuo Bei had lined up outside the northern capital. Every day before sunrise, a Shuo Bei warrior planted the big wolf flag in front of the northern gate of the northern capital.Other than that, there was no other movement in North Shuo.They didn't hand over letters, and they never shouted. The "Golden King" showed excellent patience.The gates of the northern capital city have been closed for three consecutive days, and the majesty ordered that those who leave the city without authorization be beheaded.There were all sorts of rumors in the city, and many people believed that the flag meant that North Shuo and Qingyang would re-demarcate their territory.From then on, the north of that flag was the territory of Shuobei.

Bu Huaa raised his head and looked at the battle flag above his head. The leopard totem of Qingyang Department seemed to come alive in the wind, showing an uneasy offensive posture. Shuobei warriors circled their horses around the flag for a circle and were about to return to the main formation when they heard a calm and powerful voice from the city wall. "The honorable master of the Qingyang tribe, the majesty who is admired by everyone on the grassland, and the person chosen by the Pantar god, he has a letter for you! Hudulu Khan, the son of Shuobei, receive the letter!" As Buhua Sah spoke, he took the arrows from the quiver. His arrows were painted black, with spikes as arrowheads, carved feathers as tails, and arrow shafts made of ordinary balsa wood.The shepherds on the prairie all use this material to make arrows. The plain arrows are not special, but they are eight inches longer than ordinary arrows.

The moment the Shuobei warrior raised his eyes to look back at the city wall, he heard the howling of arrows.He was startled, but he didn't have time to take any action. He didn't expect that someone would shoot his bow two hundred steps away. Even a weak wind at such a distance would make the arrow completely deviate from the target. The whistle of the arrow stopped, and a faint dust rose up. An arrow was inserted obliquely into the soil one step behind him, and the black arrow shaft was tied with thin rolls of white silk. Buhuaya put away the bow, and stuffed the spiked arrowhead into his belt casually.

The Shuobei warrior pulled out his arrow and saw that there was no arrowhead on the bare shaft.He glanced at the top of the city wall, smiled contemptuously, returned to the base with the letter, and respectfully raised it over his head and handed it to Hudulu Khan.Hudulu Khan picked up the letter to play with, and saw that the seal was covered with red wax.The seal with a leopard pattern is the emblem of the owner of the Cheongyangbu, and this is indeed a letter from the Maharaja. "What did the Maharaja's letter say?" A ghost bowed close to him. "The ultimatum, no matter why they came, if they don't withdraw within three days, we will regard them as enemies and launch an attack."

Hudulu Khan didn't read the letter, but approached the Shuobei warrior and said something in his ear.The Shuobei warrior led the horse back to the Canglang banner, shook off the white silk, and held it up high for the people in the city to see.Afterwards, he slowly tore the white silk into pieces, lifted it up high and let go of his hands, letting the wind blow the pieces of silk up to the top of the city. "They... tore up the Maharaja's letter!" The ghost bows could hardly believe their eyes.Qingyang Maharaja is the most powerful person on the grassland. In the eyes of ordinary herdsmen, he is as tall and majestic as a god. When he roars, tigers will be afraid.But Khudulu Khan didn't even read his ultimatum to Shuobei.

The howling sound of arrows was subtler than the previous one, but sharper, two consecutive sounds.The flagpole of the Canglang Banner shook violently and fell slowly. A jet-black long-feathered arrow stuck on the top of the flagpole.At the same moment when the flag landed, the body of the Shuobei warrior fell off the horse.Another arrow pierced through his heart, and that arrow flew two hundred paces, piercing the cold wind without missing its target. Hudulu Khan watched indifferently and smiled.Without saying anything, he turned his horse's head and waved his hands. Thousands of Shuobei warriors followed him and left.The horse that lost its master licked the warrior's cooling face, but got no response. Knowing that its master was dead, it neighed softly, and followed Hudulu Khan's team away. On the lonely grassland in the early morning, there was only one fallen wolf flag and a solitary corpse left. "There is no need to waste any kindness on them. They are not here to divide any territory. They are here for war." Bu Huaca put away his bow and said expressionlessly.