Preface
On the vast grassland, the eagle flying from the distance made a shocking sound, in the cold wind, the horses were freely galloping, from the sound of the horse head from the sky, and the tragic wind of the cold wind came from the sky. - Song of the Prairie.
In the 432 years of the Great Yuan calendar, Angwa Prairie, Luochuan, on the execution ground.
A blurred person was tied to the wooden pile by the cold chain, and all the snowy goose feathers fell on his messy hair. The man closed his eyes tightly, his mouth was still panting with a large mouth. , except that he was standing.
A group of people nearby, instead of looking at the lively, is not so much that they are worried that they are angry, because the men on this wooden pile are the grassland heroes that have gathered in the heart -Ervin.
People are crying sadly, but as long as they make a sound, they will be scolded by the soldiers next to the soldiers: "Not allowed to cry for this guy!"
On the hillside south of the execution ground, an old man in the year (eighty -ninety years old) was sitting under the big tree of the sky, and the snow had almost buried his lower body. Matouqin pulled hard, and the long and sad piano sound was regretting the end of a hero? Or do you feel uncertain about the future of this nation? No one knows.
He just pulled it hard, pulled, and looked at the sky. The long beard fluttered with the sound of the piano, covered with snowflakes, although the hands had been frozen, although the lower body had been buried by the snow. The sound of the piano still has no compromise, and it is still a sorrowful piano sound.
A fat man stepped onto the execution ground, and everyone's anger gaze was concentrated on him -Richl, because of him that Ervin would be sentenced to torture.
"God Hanasher! Your incompetent Houdelwin, not only did he not lead us Anjiwa people to live a beautiful and happy life, but he went even worse and harmed everyone! I am here to get rid of this traitor by the order of the Immortal God. I hope the god of heaven Hanash will help me! "Raccir preached with great words.
"Spit!" Someone in the crowd spat and cursed: "Rachel, you cunning fox, the wild wolf in the Yinshan Mountains! Why do you use such despicable means to obtain the position of chief?"
唰 唰! After a while, the man fell to the ground on the spot. Everyone also began to riot.
Richl unlocked Ervin, which was tied to the wooden pillar, and the chain was still tied to his hand and was ready to execute.
"My dear Erwin Oha! After all, he is the child of a concubine. How can he be worthy of being the chief of my Luochuan tribe? We should go see Hanasher as soon as possible!" Rachel said provocatively. (Euha: Refers to Brother)
Ervin stood on the execution ground, and a spirit of perseverance, the spirit of never losing, even in the cold wind and snow in the sky, he did not tremble.
"Before dying, do you have to say something?" Richl asked.
Ervin raised his head and said to the herdsmen in the grassland, "Couple, do n’t feel sad for my death, and do n’t feel slim for our future. Our Angwa’ s sun will always be in the darkness in the darkness. Ascend, that sun will definitely illuminate everyone's future and lead us to the rise of the Angeva people again! "
"According to the rules of the Anjiwa people, you can make a request before you die. For the sake of our brothers, we will try our best to meet your request." Rachel picked up the execution knife and sprayed a mouthful of wine on the knife. superior.
"Of course, I have only one request!" Ervin roared firmly.
"Speak!" Rachel replied.
Ervin opened his eyes, and then said faintly, "I ... stand to die."
"Heroes! It's all of you!" Richl raised his knife and flashed slightly with silver light.
Ervin laughed loudly, and the smile was tight, and the horror and desolation of the laughter, I am afraid everyone can feel it.
With the melodious Matou piano sound, the sword waved, and the generation of hero Evin left like this, and the people present were crying silently.
The sun in the sky is also dull, and the snow is even bigger. Only the eagle in the sky is still soaring. This is a demand for freedom.
Matou's piano sound is becoming more and more tragic. He is sorry for this hero. The hero's life is trying to climb out of a quagmire, but he finds that he is in a larger quagmire.
Being confused, you can't see the road in front of you, even if you see clearly, you are afraid.
Is this the end of the Angeva people? With the end of this hero, there may never be a hero again ... right?
Looking back at the history of the Anghiwa people, the first generation of Angohar Nashir established a huge Great Angiwa Empire, with a vast territory from west to east.
By the period of the fifth -generation Ango Garobaba Great, the territory reached unprecedented vastness. It was the great period of the Angwa people. With 2/3, the next Western continent is also controlled.
The decline of all this was starting from the Heshville family. Because of the millennium extreme cold and uneven distribution, Haishville Luban Road seized the power of the grassland. However, the governance was a mess. In the end, he could only escape with wealth, leaving the rotten stalls of the chiefs of various tribes to fight each other. So far, all the territory is not as 1/3 of the year. On the grassland, live a life of fighting with each other.
However, a hero Ervin, he inherited the will of the ancestors. When he was about to be unified, he encountered unexpectedly and was murdered by his brothers. The grassland was once again in chaos. People have given up hope for the future. After all, the sun in the sky is dull.
What will happen to the fate and future of the Angeva people? Will it really be dim ...?
To be continued…
