The Qiang boy climbed onto the shore wet and bloody before the wolves arrived. There was a stab wound on his back, from his shoulder to his waist. When the cold river water soaked him, the already hideous wound turned white. The dead flesh became more and more terrifying.
He lay on the bank unable to move, watching helplessly as the wolves on the other side of the river swung down and gnawed on the bones on the ground - those of his father, brothers, sisters, friends...
After a while, he reluctantly sat up, took out a round white stone from his arms, held it in his hand, closed his eyes, and said in his heart: "The Stone God bless me to live."
Not far away, the horses came over with the Qiang people living nearby. They were carrying big bows and belts with scimitars. They did not approach the wolves rashly. One person with sharp eyes saw the young man who was half sitting and half lying down, almost unconscious.
"Zel!"
"Zel's there!"
The crowd rode horses across the river, helped Zell up, hurriedly took out herbs and applied them to him, and poured a lot of strong wine into his mouth.
Zell woke up with a cough, and suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain behind him. Knowing that his tribe was applying medicine to him, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain. When the wound was covered with herbs, he put on a leather robe, loosened his braids, and felt sad. He looked towards the other side.
The spring is bright and cloudless, the wolves are feasting, and the goshawks are circling between the sky and the earth, making sharp calls.
He clenched his hands tightly into fists, cracking his knuckles, his eyes were red, tears streaming down his face, and he howled towards the river bank: "Father!"
The boy's breathless cry tore through the calm, startling the eagle and causing the wolves to disperse for a moment, but quickly gathered together again.
He knelt on the ground, leaned down, palms up, kissed the white stone in his hand, and whispered: "My relatives, my friends, I will avenge you!"
Then, he looked darkly in the direction where Mo Lingfeng left, thinking that those eyes were so beautiful. When he looked down from the horse, they looked like the spread wings of a phoenix, shining and majestic.
Use those eyes to worship your father and brother!
Mo Lingfeng casually abandoned the Qiang man who rolled into the river and fled, just like he had discarded the white stone.
She was not majestic, on the contrary, she was very embarrassed.
The sheep were obedient and followed along on their own, but the captured horses were disobedient and always ran wild. There was no horse training expert in the team, so they could only hunt and scold them at a low level, which further scattered the horses. .
A big man who was born as a shepherd boy tried to herd these nearly 600 good horses together like sheep, but he was almost trampled to death by the horses.
A group of people were miserable. Mo Lingfeng gritted his teeth and slapped the butt of one of the green horses hard. The green horse felt the pain and suddenly ran forward along the road.
There are many such competitive green horses in the herd. When they see one of the horses taking the lead, they all raise their heads and neigh and chase after him.
Mo Lingfeng also clamped the horse's belly hard: "Drive!"
She has good riding skills and can ride with flying colors among the horses. Except for Yin Nan who chases Mo Lingfeng at the racecourse all year round, she can also follow Mo Lingfeng. The others try hard to catch up, but they can only eat dust. .
The horses were so powerful that they were running almost crazy. Some horses tripped and fell to the ground. The horses did not know how to get out of the way, and they trampled into a puddle of soft flesh. They ran straight from dawn to noon, and the horses slowed down.
Mo Lingfeng, who was among the horses, also tightened the reins and panted slowly on the horse. His throat felt like a fire. He took off his water bag and took a few sips. Seeing that the horses were docile and no longer acting wild, he Let Nomad Qing lead the people in all directions and drive the horses all the way back to Sanchuan Village.
It was a good day today and there was no wind or sand. The archers in Sanchuan Village stood on the top of the fort and saw a group of horses approaching the village from a distance. They quickly went to report the news. When they got closer, they saw Mo Lingfeng on horseback. .
Mo Lingfeng was young, but if he looked closely, the golden collar around his neck immediately shone like it melted in the sunlight. If he got closer, he could see that every soldier had a human head hanging on his horse.
"It's Jin Lu! They killed Jin Lu! One or two dozens of them!"
"They captured the horses!"
"And the sheep!"
Sanchuan Village, which was originally quiet, was suddenly in an uproar.
The five commanders stood in front of the village gate with Zhong Jiaqing in their arms. They saw the capable soldiers immediately removing the heads and piling them together. Their faces were full of pride. Nomad Qing's hands were empty and he was very embarrassed.
"Okay!" Zhong Jiaqing was overjoyed and said something birdish, pointing to the wooden pole that was still standing in the sand, "Hang it up for me! Let those sons of bitches see whoever dares to kill us. Let’s kill him a hundredfold!”
He looked at the good horses again and ordered the people in the rear camp to help them immediately and find a way to place them at the back of the stockade without losing any of them. These good horses would be priceless treasures in wartime.
Mo Lingfeng dismounted, spread his legs, and walked up the stone steps with a grin on his face - he rode so fast that the two pieces of tender meat on his inner thighs were completely torn.
She walked all the way to Zhong Jiaqing, raised her head and said, "General Zhong, don't forget what you promised me."
Zhong Jiaqing was in a good mood and laughed loudly: "I can't forget it! But when you cut off people's heads, you can't just cut off the prime men. You have to learn from Jin Lu and catch them all in one fell swoop. Otherwise, there will be endless troubles if you leave anyone alive!"
Mo Lingfeng was convinced and nodded.
Zhong Jiaqing raised his hand and wanted to pat Mo Lingfeng on the shoulder. However, when he looked down, he saw that Mo Lingfeng was small. He was afraid that if he slapped Mo Lingfeng, he would smash Mo Lingfeng into pieces, so he stopped the slap. He praised her creatively: "You are so little, but you have gained a lot!"
Since Mo Lingfeng was really not that tall, he had no way to refute, so he could only put on a small face in an old-fashioned way to show that he didn't care, and limped into the stable to rest, but there was no one in the stable. shelter.
Fortunately, Feng Fan had already learned that this group of strong soldiers would be included in his camp. He smiled all over his face and found the best place for Mo Lingfeng and others to live in.
Mo Lingfeng occupied a room alone. He stepped across the threshold and saw that there were doors, windows, tables and chairs. He was very satisfied and sat down, leaning on the back of the chair. He closed his eyes and raised his head, straightening his legs. Legs, waiting to eat mutton, while thinking to myself: "Why don't I grow?"
She grew very slowly, and it wasn't until the twenty-fifth year of Yuan Zhang - when she was thirteen - that she really started to grow taller, and she grew very quickly, changing almost every month. Her clothes changed every month, and her knees The skin on my thighs, thighs, and waist and back seemed to be stretched open, and I often felt pain in my bones.
She suddenly transformed from a frail and childish little girl into a slender and beautiful girl.
However, in the eyes of Yin Nan, Nomad Qing and others, Mo Lingfeng has not changed much, because she has not grown bulging breasts and butt, and she is still like a little chicken among a group of big men.
Moreover, during the Battle of Sanchuan Village, she was the head of the capital, and now, she is still the head of the capital. There is really no change.
