That night, the wind stopped and the sand settled.
Lights were burned in the village to keep up the day, and barracks were set up in the school grounds one after another, divided into five camps, front, rear, left, right, and middle. The roads were clear, soldiers performed their duties, and there were many spears. The commanders gathered in the middle tent to discuss matters with Zhong Jiaqing.
Above the fort, two war flags hung high, with gold characters on a black background stretched out in the night. The archers stared at a hundred steps away, only moving when the sentry was changed.
The rear camp took out the horses and handed them over to Mo Lingfeng. Mo Lingfeng hung the token on his waist, followed Yin Nan and Nomad Qing to his left and right, followed the soldiers behind him, and brought maps, water bags and other items, quietly Out of the village.
A bright moon is in the sky, boundless yellow sand is in sight, the surroundings are silent, and there is no sign of the enemy. The copper kettle in the village is ticking, and the sound of water is heard outside the village. The hoofs of the horses are stuck in the sand, unable to fly, and at the same time, their movements are swallowed up. the sound of.
Everyone was tensed, watching and listening in all directions. A huge dung beetle quickly crawled across the sand, making a rustling sound. Nomad Qing and Yin Nan looked at each other one after another. A dark dung beetle was ignored again.
The further away from the village, the more tiny movements there are. Groups of "sand monks" with four legs and curled tails crawl under the horses' hooves at high speeds. The ants are also tangled together, forming a giant creature.
Occasionally, the horse's hooves will kick out some bones from the sand, including those of wild animals and humans.
If the Jinlu saw Han people outside the fortress, no matter who they were, they would be killed and their bodies exposed in the wilderness, where they would be eaten and rotted until only the bones remained.
When the Qiang people see Han people, they will buy life silver. If they cannot hand over the money, they will cut off their heads and send them to the gold people to receive the reward.
Ship merchants who travel here all year round use money to open a road among the Qiang people.
After walking hard for half an hour, the ground gradually changed from yellow sand to solid yellow earth. Mo Lingfeng raised his riding whip, waved his hand, and began to gallop eastward, following the direction on the map.
The sound of horses' hooves made a "clack-clack" sound, and the scenery on both sides moved backwards away from everyone's sight. What appeared in their eyes was the piles of loess, with the wind blowing out the tendons and chipping away the bones, standing proudly under the sky. , and gradually softened in the sound of horse hooves, turning into mountains and water.
After another hour of galloping, they passed by the deserted Zhangjiabao and arrived at the place pointed by Zhong Jiaqing.
Mo Lingfeng dismounted from the saddle. The soles of her feet were very soft. When she lowered her head and looked down, she saw that there were already velvet greens growing in a piece of withered grass. It was indeed a land of abundant water and grass. After quietly walking forward for about ten steps, something appeared in her eyes. A dome-like tent was built.
She had never seen the residence of the Jin people. She only heard Zhao Shiheng mention that the nomadic people weaved willows to make their houses and used the roof as a cover, which looked like a dome, so it was called a dome house. She then whispered: "This is it, Yin Nan, you go and explore." Find out how many domed houses there are."
Yin Nan lifted his legs and walked away, his eyes bright and his expression very excited.
A breeze blew past everyone's noses, bringing with it the cool smell of livestock manure and water plants. Mo Lingfeng shivered in the wind - even though it wasn't cold, he still shivered.
She had never fought in a war or been to such a desolate place. Since she was born, she had been nestled in Mo Qianlan's arms. The world she saw was filled with gold and jade, and flowers, without any trace of blood.
Now Mo Qianlan is still staying where she is, but she has gone far away.
She lowered her head and rubbed the soles of her shoes back and forth on a pile of withered grass, trying to wipe off the horse manure on the soles. Before it could be wiped off, Yin Nan had already run back.
"Twenty-three domed huts," Yin Nan counted quickly, "there are many sheep and horses."
Mo Lingfeng continued to rub the horse dung until the soles of his shoes were clean, and then said: "Nomad Lord, stay here, everyone else will go, don't let anyone go."
Everyone nodded immediately, drew their swords out of their sheaths, and walked forward silently. Yin Nan grabbed the sharp knife and walked the fastest. Before anyone else arrived, she had already broken into the Qionglu.
On the clean cloth, a huge scarlet flower suddenly bloomed.
Then there were screams one after another, and the man who reacted stood up and rushed towards the soldiers - they were all men with good horses and sharp swords, and they would not kill at the slightest sign of attack.
Mo Lingfeng stayed where she was. Her soul had already stretched out its tentacles and followed her. The firelight flashing out in the dark night, fighting, crying, people running around, and blood pouring out of her body all carried sounds and penetrated into her narrow space. in the ears.
She shivered again, and Nomad Qing turned around and asked, "Girl, are you cold?"
Mo Lingfeng said "hmm" and reached out to touch the gold collar around his neck, trying to suppress the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart. Then he took out the xun from his waist, put it in his mouth, and blew it with a "wuwu" sound. stand up.
The low and solemn sound of the xun is like a whistling wind blowing on the battlefield. It echoes the sorrow of the earth. It is out of tune, but it is in harmony with the battlefield.
After blowing it, Mo Lingfeng felt relieved and put away the xun. The same indifferent expression as Mo Qianlan's appeared on her face.
Suddenly, a Qiang man escaped, rode out of the siege on horseback, and headed straight for Mo Lingfeng, seemingly to report to Jin Bing.
Mo Lingfeng was very self-aware, so he immediately rolled on the spot and hid behind a big rock before Nomad Qing opened his mouth.
The Nomad Qing picked up the knife and easily intercepted and killed this man. Then he waited here with the momentum of one man blocking the way and preventing ten thousand others from getting away.
The blood energy was so strong that time blurred. Mo Lingfeng watched the sky gradually turn white, and realized that it was almost dawn.
The skylight, clouds and shadows fell around her, and she saw a few yellow jasmine trees crawling beside her feet. Small yellow flowers were scattered on the branches, with golden and green calyxes, spitting out the curls of spring.
The moment the sun appeared from the end of the earth, the battle ended, and bodies with severed heads were scattered everywhere.
There are so many livestock in herds that it's so dark that you can't even see the end.
Yin Nan put away the knife, covered in blood, walked excitedly to Mo Lingfeng, burped as if she was full, and the depression of the past few days was gone, and she became extremely agile - she liked the battlefield.
Mo Lingfeng thought to himself: "This place is really rich. There are ten times as many livestock as people."
She got on her horse and said, "Let's go, the horses will come back."
The soldiers hung the bloody heads on the horses and used riding whips to drive the hundreds of fine horses. Suddenly, the sheep and horses were startled at the same time, and there was a commotion.
"Hurry up, the wolf is coming!" Hearing the howl, Nomad Qing immediately urged his horse forward. Mo Lingfeng looked towards the direction of the cry and saw a ferocious face with a deep muzzle sticking out from the Hengshan Mountain. Trying to go down the mountain.
Mo Lingfeng also rode forward. The horses and sheep were under the gaze of the wolves, so they did not need to drive them away and followed the crowd.
After walking out for a moment, Mo Lingfeng looked back again, wanting to see the wolf, and saw a "corpse" lying not far away, rolling quietly. Sensing Mo Lingfeng's gaze, he raised his head and took a look, and then A wheel rolled into the river.
Ran.
Mo Lingfeng stopped chasing the man who had narrowly escaped death, and felt that the man looked familiar. He walked out a few steps and suddenly remembered that he had seen this man by the Shuo River - the Qiang boy who gave her a white stone.
