Chapter 7 Chapter 6: Remnants of the Beacon’s Remote Legend

The vast Daqing Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, crouching on the Mongolian prairie like a silent ancient beast. For more than a thousand years, it has seen so many joys and sorrows. The big and small Heihe rivers are like flowing golden ribbons, accompanying the ancient Daqingshan. Between Heihe River and Qingshan Mountain is a vast grassland.There is a name here, called: Fengzhou Beach.The perennial silt makes Fengzhou Beach grow dense aquatic plants, making it the favorite grazing place of the Mongolian people. As the sun sets, countless cattle and sheep wander silently on the grassland, the grass is knee-high. Looking from a distance, the cattle and sheep are like various exotic flowers blooming on the grassland.Some are black and white, some are bay red, some are deep chestnut, some are pure white... pastoral songs occasionally sound with the whistling of soft whips, and the horseshoes are so soft that you can even hear the sound of the sun falling.

Now, all of them were trampled to pieces by iron hooves. Pastoral songs become war songs, shepherd whips become war spears, shepherds become warriors. A huge felt tent stands at the very center of Fengzhou Beach. The pure white felt tent dominates the top of the beach, covering 23 feet. Its imposing manner is vast and majestic, even the ancient Daqing Mountain can't help but feel sad.On the top of the golden tent, patterns made of pure gold are inlaid, forming the image of an eagle, like a soaring golden eagle, covering the entire vast grassland.It was a badge that could only be used by the direct descendants of the Golden Clan, the Supreme Commander of Mongolia.

The majestic big tent hangs down under the brilliant sunset, presenting a majestic and majestic image of a king with the world in mind. Outside the big tent, there are twelve smaller felt tents in a circle. They are also made of white felt and inlaid with golden family emblems. on the beach. The thirteen big tents are like thirteen fierce eagles, lurking in the grassland. Once the wind and clouds meet, they can soar up to nine heavens and make the world change color. Outside the big tent, there are 100,000 elite soldiers stationed. The peaceful Fengzhou Beach has been disturbed by murderous clouds and has become a city of war without pastoral songs.

At this time, the city was so silent. The great leader of Mongolia, Altan Khan, whose feats and majesty are equally unmatched, is accepting the military exploits of his courtiers in the central golden tent. Numerous armors are lined up, shining on the gold, silver and jewels displayed in the golden tent.Compatible with these shining treasures are hideous heads.Under each head is a small scroll.The images of mountains and rivers are depicted in detail on the scrolls, and the heads are the tribal leaders who once ruled these mountains and rivers.When the Mongolian army passed by, these mountains and rivers were all razed to the ground, and the scorched earth and dirty blood were the only gifts offered to Brahma God.

Now, it is completely displayed in front of Altan Khan. In the middle of the golden tent sits the king of the grassland. I answer sweat. If the mountains and rivers are for glory, he is the affiliation of all glory; if the head is for merit, he is the source of all merit. He, no one is not surprised. He, sitting according to the case, smug, listening to his subordinates boasting to him about their military exploits. All these exploits belong to him. "Xin loves the Huangtai Ji tribe, and takes the Wuliangha tribe of Duoyanwei! Kill 70,000 enemies, gain 800 miles of land, and 110,000 cattle and sheep!"

"The Dacheng Taiji tribe took Halangu in the northwest of Shanxi's Piantou Pass, killed 40,000 enemies, acquired 600 miles of land, and 80,000 cattle and sheep!" "The Bayue Special Forces took Tianchengwei, Yanghewei, and Yikejulige outside Datong Prefecture, killed 50,000 enemies, acquired 700 miles of land, and 100,000 cattle and sheep!" "Be fearful and cautious, take the northwest of Qinghai!" "Bahrain Department, take the Yanyan stone machine!" "Department of Dundalat, take Duolanwoken Mountain outside the Victory Fort of Datong!"

"Wu Shenbu, take Kerr!" "Doro's Barbarian Department..." The heroic and proud boasting of achievements suddenly stopped. I Dahan closed his eyes slightly, immersed in the golden altar built by meritorious deeds, and urged coldly: "Doruo barbarians, where is your merit?" For a long time, no response was heard.Altan Khan opened his eyes suddenly, with awe-inspiring power, and stared at Jiajuer, the leader of the Doro tribe who was kneeling in the middle of the big tent.Jiajuer's majestic body trembled under the gaze of the profuse sweat, and he prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

Altan Khan stared coldly over his body, staring at the table behind him. There is nothing left in this table carrying the meritorious deeds of the Dorothy Barbarians. I Da Khan slammed the case hard and stood up angrily! The joyful dedication ceremony suddenly became dead silent. All the tribal leaders fell to their knees, trembling under the Khan's fury. They could gallop thousands of miles and win the grassland decisively, but they didn't dare to anger the Khan! I answered sweat and said sharply: "Say!" Jiajuer didn't dare to be silent anymore, raised his head tremblingly, and said in a low voice, "This subordinate was ordered to attack the deserted city and was defeated..."

I Da Khan said coldly: "Although you are the weakest unit under this Khan, there is no garrison in the deserted city. How could you lose? Did you violate my military order and not go into battle personally?" Jiajuer was terrified, kowtowed his head on the ground, and said sadly: "The Great Khan is aware! I brought two thousand soldiers and went there in person! But the people in the deserted city, those damned untouchables, are revolting! Nearly 10,000 people in the mountains and plains beat up my subordinates with hoes and pickaxes! I will definitely go again, and I beg Da Khan to give my subordinates..."

I answered Khan and said: "Do you have a son?" Jiajuer didn't understand why he asked such a question, and said in a low voice, "There are three..." An Dahan stopped talking, pulled out his saber with his backhand, and stuck it in front of the case. Jiajuer's face was ashen. An Dahan said lightly: "The descendants of Genghis Khan, don't insult the name of the Golden Clan!" Trembling, Jiajuer crawled over and slowly pulled out the saber.He glanced at I Dahan. Altan Khan's gaze was cold and majestic, like a golden eagle inlaid on the top of the big tent, which made him dare not disobey in the slightest.The strong and bloody Mongolian that had settled deep in his heart burst out suddenly, and shouted:

"God bless my sweat!" The saber fell suddenly, and his head rolled onto the table of Doro's native tribe. If you can't achieve meritorious service, then sacrifice your own head! There was a dead silence in the big tent. An Dahan raised his gaze slowly: "Jia Chin Zhang Mo." A man stepped out from Doro's barbarian tribe, with tears in his eyes, and knelt down in front of Altan Khan. Altan Khan's voice was as steady as ever, as if nothing had happened. "Your father has sacrificed his life for the country. From today onwards, you are the leader of the Doro tribe. Take the deserted city within three days. Otherwise..." He glanced coldly at Jia Chin Zhang Mo, the majesty of the profuse sweat was like a green hill, making Jia Chin Zhang Mo unable to lift his head. "The shame of the Doro barbarian tribe is also the shame of the whole Mongolian people! This shame must be washed away with blood, not the blood of the deserted city, but your blood!" Pointing his finger, he said coldly: "In three days, I want to see that this case is full of heads!" At the end of Jiazhangzhang's forehead firmly pressed into the soil, he sternly screamed: "Dorothy barbarians, take orders!" I Dahan slowly withdrew his hand and clenched it into a fist.He knew that the Dorothy Barbarians would do their best to complete his order.The deserted city is just a small place, so he doesn't need to care about it personally. Three days later. Still in the gold account. Still surrounded by crowds. He is still the only king on the grassland. My sweaty gaze was as gloomy as water. His gaze was fixed not far from the entrance of the golden tent. There, there is a table case, the table table of the Doro native tribe. The orders of the Great Khan have never been disobeyed.The table was full of heads. But it belongs to three people. At the end of the chapter of Jiaqian, Jiaqianrui, Jiaqian Fuyong. The three heirs and three heads of the leader of the Doro barbarian tribe, Jiaqian, are all placed on the table.The six eyes are wide open, and they will not rest in peace. In front of the head is the golden clan emblem of the Doro tribe, which has been stained with blood and looks old and mottled.That meant that the 5,000 elite soldiers of the Dorothy tribe had been wiped out in this battle. The veins on Altan Khan's forehead were beating violently, and his heart was hissing like a poisonous snake. "Take Hannaji." Walk Hannaji out of the crowd and kneel before Altan Khan. "Tell me, who are the people in the deserted city?" Hannajee pondered, obviously, he didn't quite believe what he said. "Reporting to the Great Khan, more than ten thousand people did gather in the deserted city, and some people fled into the city one after another. They formed a rebel army and took the deserted city as their home and vowed to defend it to the death." Altan Khan sneered: "More than 10,000 civilians? How can they stop my Mongolian elite soldiers?" Ba Hannaji said: "I don't understand either. These people are ordinary people, some are herdsmen, some are Han farmers. They have not received formal military training, and they should have no combat effectiveness at all. Even if hundreds of people besiege us An elite soldier should also be beheaded, but..." He pondered for a while before speaking slowly: "But they have a leader. Under the leadership of this leader, they regard death as home and are willing to give up their lives for victory. Once a battle starts, this leader often takes the lead , rushing to the forefront. And under his leadership, the people of the deserted city are not afraid of death. Even if they are cut, they must hold the sword and die with the opponent. The army is wiped out." An Dahan raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is this leader?" Han Naji said: "The Doro barbarian army was wiped out, so no one knows the true face of this leader... I once captured a citizen of the deserted city, but I couldn't force him to say a word through torture. Come on. They are all extremely loyal to this leader, even if he ordered them to die, they are willing to do so and will never resist!" There is a trace of complexity in Hannajee's gaze, and it is obvious that this leader is absolutely extraordinary to make his subordinates obey so much.As commander-in-chief of the three armies, he respected this man and was eager to fight him. He fell to his knees again and said, "Please send me to the deserted city, I will..." Altan Khan shook his head slowly and heavily.He stood up slowly, and the majesty of the sweat was like a big green mountain, standing vastly in the golden tent. "No... I want to lead the army myself and fight against the deserted city." All the leaders couldn't help being startled, they all looked at their profuse sweat. Decisive battle, this is not a simple word. Over the past few months, under the blessing of the gods, the army has swept across the north of the Great Wall without any opponent. So who is it that can fight against thousands of Mongolian cavalry with more than ten thousand weak refugees? There was a fiery light in An Dahan's eyes, which was when he met his opponent. He is an eagle and will never allow anything to override him. He wanted to raze the deserted city with his own hands, and watch this miraculous commander kneel down in front of him. In the decisive battle, the entire Mongolian royal family, under the leadership of the Great Khan, fought with all their elites. For the first time, the legendary Khan of the grassland respected his opponent so much. Because, the great Mongolian royal family must never fail three times in the same place Accompanied by the dull sound of war drums, the entire Fengzhou Beach moved. The huge golden tent rose slowly, and under the operation of hundreds of soldiers, it was mounted on the heavy shaft, pulled by sixty-four strong and strong oxen, and slowly moved westward.Twelve Tumet gold tents surround it, and they are also pulled by the bulls, moving forward together.The mobility of nomads in war is fully reflected here.Bingfeng pointed, the golden tent was moving forward, and the capital of the empire was everywhere. Outside the thirteen golden tents, there are dark troops.The Great Khan's personal conquest was so grand, it seemed like the entire Fengzhou Beach rose from the ground in a trance, and under the waving of Altan Khan's banner, it pressed towards the direction of the deserted city. Thirteen golden eagles are about to soar with blood. Wherever the Great Khan goes, there are hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers with him, just like a dark cloud formation, no matter how powerful the enemy is, it will be destroyed in an instant! It took more than a day for scouts to report: "It's only three miles away from the deserted city!" I Da Khan waved his hand and ordered the troops to station. Thirteen sweat tents descended slowly, nailed deep into the soil with wrist-thick steel nails, and the pure white tent body fit the soaring golden eagle, showing a heroic spirit. Altan Khan strolled out of the golden tent and looked at the city of death from afar. The deserted city is still so dilapidated.The city walls that have endured disasters and wars are almost gone, and it can be seen that most of the streets inside have collapsed, and the fields are almost ashes. This is a desolate city, a city of death.In this city, there would be no hope at all. However, there are many people, holding shining spears, guarding back and forth.They wore the same bright battle armor, which seemed out of place with this city. Those spear armors were all obtained from Mongolian soldiers who died in battle. I khan frowned. In his eyes, this city is full of flaws, and he has dozens of methods to make this city collapse in an instant. But he didn't.He just looked at the city quietly. People kept coming to the edge of the city, and when they saw the deserted city, their faces immediately showed a look of surprise.They walked towards it without hesitation, even if they saw the Mongolian soldiers stationed not far away, they never flinched. What secret is hidden in this city that makes them so determined?Could it be that that mysterious commander possessed some kind of mysterious power? Is that power stronger than Brahma God? I answered with a slight frown.He waved his hand to make the army ready to set up camp.On the one hand, the soldiers were ordered to beat the drums and sound the horns. A pitch-black battle flag with a golden eagle painted on it slowly rose from his big tent, flying against the twilight wind and cloud. He wants everyone to know that Altan Khan, the Great Khan of Mongolia, has arrived here, and the 100,000 elite soldiers of Mongolia have arrived here. Then he went back to the golden tent, drank, and waited. He waited for the morale of the deserted city to slowly collapse. Because this flag is the flag of surrender and the flag of slaughtering the city. If it surrenders, there will be a way of life. If it does not surrender, there will be no survivors after the city is broken. The army builds camp.The size of this tent alone is more than twice that of the deserted city. I Dahan is confident enough that the fighting spirit of the deserted city will collapse without a fight.At that time, it was time for him to attack. he waits. Wait like a king. There was a dead silence in the deserted city. One day...two days...three days... Not a single soldier was dispatched from the deserted city, which was not beyond Altan Khan's expectation.Although there are new refugee refugees constantly, all the people in the deserted city now add up to more than 20,000 people, and a hundred thousand troops are overwhelming. No one will believe that the deserted city can be spared. Huangcheng did not take any resistance measures, which was not what I Dahan expected.After all, the disparity in power is so great that digging trenches, building walls, and the like is pointless. But Altan Khan still did not order the attack, because he still couldn't figure out the reality of the mysterious commander in Huangcheng. The deserted city was quiet, and a trace of doubt gradually rose in his heart. He stationed a large army outside the deserted city, originally to destroy the confidence of the deserted city, but if the confidence of the deserted city had not been destroyed, his own confidence would have been shaken instead. He couldn't help but reassess the power of this mysterious commander. Could it be that a hundred thousand troops still cannot subdue him? An Dahan frowned slightly. He had won thousands of miles and had never lost in more than a hundred battles. For the first time, he had a trace of hesitation. Suddenly, a general snatched into the big tent and reported in a hurried voice: "Report to the Great Khan, the enemy has come to pay homage to the camp!" An Dahan raised his eyebrows, and the people in the deserted city really couldn't hold back! At this moment, he was suddenly full of confidence. He smiled proudly and said, "Bring him in!" The general hesitated for a moment, and said: "He said that he is the commander of the deserted city!" I Dahan couldn't help being startled, his face suddenly changed! The commander of the deserted city actually came to pay homage to his camp in person? He asked anxiously, "How many people did he bring?" The general said: "Alone!" I was sweating, and stood up involuntarily.He has a tall body and a majestic face, when he stood up suddenly, he was like a god, and he couldn't help but shrink back in fright. I Dahan said sharply, "How dare he break into my tent alone?" Pianjiang was completely overwhelmed by his majestic spirit, shivering and not daring to say a word.The confidence raised in Altan Khan's heart disintegrated bit by bit, he couldn't see through the behavior of this mysterious commander! He pressed the table hard with both hands, and the huge force made the table carved from elm make a hoarse sound, almost disintegrating.I Dahan's eyes were like fire, and he said word by word: "Send the order, the whole army line up to welcome!"