Chapter 8 Chapter 1 Wilderness III

The entire camp was burning, turning half of the night sky red. The Ninth King of Qingyang, Lv Baoyin, stood up on his horse and stared at the head with the flames, pondering his last expression. After many years of fighting, it was the first time he saw a person die so quietly. His last moment The expression was fixed there, and after looking at it for a long time, I felt a vague sadness. A centurion riding a tiger and leopard presented the scarlet box, and the Nine Kings put the head in the box: "This is the head of a lion. I want to show it to the majesty. Be careful not to lose it."

He turned to the noble warrior who was immediately beside him: "Bimogan, haven't you found your brother yet?" Bi Mogan, the eldest son of the Pasur family of the Lu family in the Qingyang Department, shook his head: "The tiger and leopard cavalry rushed straight into the camp. They were not encircled, and the people were dispersed, and Asule was not found. Don't be..." The Ninth King was silent for a while, and shouted at the centurion: "Send an order to search every tent. Even if it is a corpse, we must find the prince from inside!" The ears were full of howling and the sound of horseshoes, figures flickered in the flames, cavalrymen in black armor and black horses galloped between the tents, they threw torches at the empty tents, and the whole camp turned into a raging sea of ​​flames.The journey was so long that these tents could not be brought back to Beidu as spoils of war, so they had to be burned on the spot, and the Zhenyan Department had become history.

Looking at the moon hanging alone on the zenith, Jiu Wang took a deep breath. A tiger and leopard rider pulled a woman's hair out of the burning tent, her legs dragging on the ground, struggling desperately.She was still a young woman, without leather boots, and her calf under the skirt was white and delicate, bloodshot all over the ground.Maybe it was because she struggled too hard, the tiger and leopard rider raised his knife and cut off the head, the scarlet blood splashed on the ground, the tiger and leopard rider carried the head and rode away.The woman's hand hidden in her bosom fell out limply, holding a sharp short knife.

The Nine Kings pondered for a moment: "Pass my order! Men who are older than the whip will be killed, half of the women will be kept, and the elderly will not be kept." The centurion bowed on horseback: "Yes!" "The massacre order? Uncle...that's 70,000 people..." Bimogan stopped in mid-air with his outstretched hand. Nine Kings pressed down his arm: "Don't think of the enemy first when you encounter problems. Bimogan, think about how many people were killed by tigers and leopards in this battle. The soldiers fought with us, they wanted treasures, cattle, sheep, and women , if they win, let them be happy and do whatever they want."

"But the massacre order..." "Bimogan, don't be soft-hearted. Those who do great things must have the determination to do great things. These people are no longer useful to us, don't be blinded by blood, and see the future. Exterminate the True Face Department, you I still don't know what kind of great event we have accomplished." Jiu Wang twitched his nose, as if smelling the rich aroma of wine, "The smell in the wind reminds me of the time when King Tieqin galloped on this grassland, The new glory and prosperity of the barbarians is about to begin."

Bimogan was stunned for a moment, and there was only a strong smell of burning and blood in the wind. 【history】 The end of Yin and the beginning of Xie Chu in history was a sad age. Heroes have not yet been born in the cradle of steel, and the world is struggling in turmoil and war. The Northland Hanzhou is under the control of the seven barbarian tribes, and the leader of the seven tribes, the Qingyang tribe, rules the grassland as the Northland Lord.The vast Eastern Land belongs to the ancient and noble Yin Dynasty, and sixteen vassal states guard the sacred capital of the emperor in the shape of an iron barrel.

However, the era of peace is over.Neither the Great Emperor of the Eastern Continent nor the Great Monarch of the Northern Continent were able to maintain a huge country.The royal power has fallen, and ambitious people are competing to step into the battlefield to take their place in the troubled times. In the second year of Emperor Yin Chaoxi, Lu Guichen Asule, the eldest son of the Qingyang tribe, was sent to the Zhenyan tribe to recuperate on the warm and humid grassland in the south. Three years later, the Zhenyan tribe raised its flag to withdraw from the Kulig Assembly of the Grassland Council controlled by the Qingyang tribe, and began a war against the rule of the maharaja.As a result, the rolling iron flow came from the north, and the tigers and leopards of Qingyang washed the Tenghea Grassland in the south with blood.

In the early spring and April of the fifth year of Emperor Xi, the army of the Nine Kings of Qingyang, Lu Baoyin Elu, broke through the last camp of the Zhenyan tribe. cut off his own head.The Zhenyan tribe was exterminated, and the weakest of the seven grassland tribes disappeared forever. The masters of Qingyang—the Lu family's Pasur family— once again defended the majesty's dignity with blood. And in the same month, in Donglu Zhongzhou, a red tide-like cavalry army marched into the gate of Tianqi City, the imperial capital of the Yin Dynasty.The lion of the Eastern Continent, Ying Wuyi, a feudal lord from the "Southern Man" Li Kingdom, rode straight towards the Taiqing Palace, holding his head up at the steps without kneeling.For the first time in seven hundred years, the emperor succumbed to the sword and became a puppet in the hands of his courtiers.

The old era has been destroyed, and the new era is built on the bones of soldiers and the blood and tears of women and children. Forty-five years later, when Daxie's official history "Xiehe Hanshu" went back to describe this period of troubled times, he said: "In the beginning, the emperor lost his throne, and the situation changed. The strong and powerful value their achievements but despise human lives, relying on a three-foot sword, they compete for the world, the old and the weak want to steal their lives and end up in chaos, dripping blood in the wilderness, borrowing withered bones.

At this time, the world is a melting pot, everything is fuel, and blood and tears are fried in it. Therefore, the hero has a song of sorrow, and then he uplifts his might, sweeps away the wind and clouds, establishes the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and holds the handle of the world. "