…
In the third year of Xuanwu in the Han calendar, on the ninth day of the seventh lunar month, within the sphere of influence of the White Banner of the Mengluo Empire, hundreds of people gathered together in a tribe...
The unique dull sound of the morin fiddle echoed melodiously over the tribe.
Young and strong foreign men, holding butcher knives, excitedly rounded up the sheep out of the cage in small groups.
The young foreign girl was wearing a thin fur coat, holding a wooden basin that had just been filled with mare's milk. She looked with a smile on her face as she watched several twelve or thirteen-year-old boys practicing wrestling on a dusty blanket not far away.
The women and children were busy cooking. They put a ball of highland barley noodles kneaded into a lump on a hot iron plate. They watched it gradually turn white and turned yellow, and they couldn't help but wipe the dirt on their faces. Sweating, he raised his eyes and looked at the scene inside the tribe, with a happy expression on his face.
As for the older people, they were sitting on the carpet, mending clothes, or smoking cigarettes, enjoying the tranquility comfortably.
The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind blows the grass and you can see the cattle and sheep. What a beautiful picture. Maybe this is the life that the grassland tribes should have, right?
The clan leader's name is Mento, and he is standing in front of the wooden fence surrounding the tribe with a rough wooden cane, his dim eyes staring at the empty horizon in the distance...
At this time, a foreign man in his thirties stood respectfully next to Mengtuo and said loudly: "Chief, everything is ready. What are you looking at?"
Mengtuo sighed and said: "Below Xuanwu Pass, the Holy Emperor's army and the Southerners are fighting inextricably at Xuanwu Pass City. I don't know what the situation is now. I feel really uneasy..."
Hearing this, the foreign man grinned: "What big deal do I think it is? We Mengluo people are natural warriors. We have conquered countless countries under the leadership of the Holy Emperor.
How could those weak Han people in the south be the opponents of our Munro people? What's more, if the Holy Emperor personally conquers it, he will surely win! "
Mengtuo was not as optimistic as the foreign men. After hearing this, he shook his head numbly and said: "If the Han people in the south were really so easy to defeat, the Holy Emperor wouldn't have been unable to defeat the Han people even after months of expedition.
I heard that the emperor of the Central Plains Dynasty in the south also had a military background. After ten years of hard work, he ended the decadent Zhou Dynasty. The new country was stronger than ever before in the Central Plains.
I'm afraid that if the Holy Emperor's war is unfavorable and he returns defeated, the winter on our grassland will be extremely difficult! "
"No!" the foreign man said categorically, "Mengluo's cavalry is invincible in the world, and the Holy Emperor tightly unites the scattered grassland ethnic groups.
We Mengluo people are born the descendants of wolves. How can those pampered sheep in the Central Plains compete with wolves? After the Holy Emperor took over the Central Plains,
All the Han people who dare to challenge the majesty of the wolf will be demoted to the most despicable slaves. The men will be slaves for life, and the women can only become vessels for breeding wolf descendants.
As long as the Holy Emperor wins this battle, we Mengluo people can live in warm tile-roofed houses and no longer have to endure the cold winter in the grassland.
There is no need to worry about the shortage of people. Patriarch, you must not question the Holy Emperor. I believe that the Holy Emperor can definitely win this battle! "
"I hope..." Mengtuo heard this, and his uneasiness dissipated a lot, and he turned to smile and said, "Okay, today is a good day for my daughter to get married. According to the custom of my grassland, everyone who comes to participate in the wedding ceremony , you have to get drunk before you stop!"
The foreign man laughed naively and couldn't help but praise: "Sangmu is the most beautiful mountain swallow in our tribe. Now that she is getting married, it is really sad to let people go. I am afraid that I will never hear her beautiful singing voice again." ”
Mengtuo replied proudly: "Jiewu, don't blame me for not marrying Sangmu to you. I only have one daughter, and she can only marry a brave warrior.
And Ninzi used three tiger skins, two pairs of bear paws and four pairs of deer antlers to prove that he could protect Sangmu. For her happiness, I can only entrust her life to Ninzi. "
This foreign man named Jiewu nodded and said: "Clan leader, you must not say that, although I do love Sangmu deeply,
But a beautiful woman like her deserves a brave man like Ningzi. I admire Ningzi from the bottom of my heart. How can I blame you? "
Mengtu nodded happily: "If you think so, that's the best thing. The ceremony is about to begin. You can come with me."
"Yes, patriarch..."
When Mengtu came to the central square of the tribe, he squeezed through the crowd and stopped in front of a piece of pure white sheep felt. He quietly looked at two carefully dressed female slaves, supporting an alien wearing a wedding dress with a unique ethnic atmosphere on the grassland. Girl, slowly walked towards her.
The girl's name is Sangmu, the daughter of the patriarch Mengtuo. She has just turned sixteen this year.
Looking at his father who was getting older in front of him, and thinking that he was about to leave the tribe that raised him and go to live in another strange place, Sang Mu was extremely reluctant to leave.
However, there is another tribe that she can rely on for life. His husband is the strongest warrior there and will definitely bring her happiness.
At the beginning of the ceremony, Sangmu knelt down in front of her father obediently and accepted the most loyal prayers from Mengtu and her relatives. As a white khata wrapped around her neck and three points of holy water wet her eyebrows, she knew that she would soon be separated from her father. .
"When you get there, remember to obey your husband's instructions in everything and add more people to your husband's family. This is your responsibility as a wife. I hope you will remember it."
"I know, father!"
Meng Tuo helped Sang Mu up, looked at his daughter who was dressed like a girl, and nodded happily.
At the end of the ceremony, men, women and children all gathered around the sheep felt to sing and dance, pushing the atmosphere to a new peak.
Mento sighed, feeling an unusual pain in his waist, thinking that it might be because he had stood for too long.
So with Jie Wu's support, he sat down in front of the carpet belonging to the clan leader. Just as he was about to get the silver cup filled with kumiss, he suddenly frowned.
Because he saw the wine in the silver cup was shaking violently...
Mengtuo, who has lived in the grassland all year round, is extremely sensitive to any disturbance. Seeing this, he immediately called Jiewu: "Jiewu, go out and see if there are any herders grazing horses outside. If so, tell them to drive away the horses." Back to the stables.”
"Okay, patriarch!"
Jiewu took the order and quickly ran to the tribe's mountain to look out.
"Hiss~~"
When Jiewu saw the black line emerging on the horizon not far away, he suddenly took a breath of cold air. When the black line came closer, his eyes suddenly widened.
Cavalry, all cavalry!
Of course, if the cavalry alone is not enough to shock Jiewu, what really makes him incredible is that the leader of the cavalry group has a bloody flag...
There is a dark "Chinese" character printed on it!
"Han... Han army... Han army is coming! Be on guard! Han army is coming! Be on guard!"
Jiewu, who came back to his senses, desperately ran and shouted loudly, quickly spreading the atmosphere of fear and despair to every corner of the tribe.
