At the border of Yanzhou, a large number of crows flew over the crowd.
Hearing the noisy cries of crows, people threw away clods and stones one after another - these people were all former residents of Yanzhou City and lived their own lives on weekdays, although they all knew that there was a huge gap between Dachen and Mobei. There has been friction for a long time, but they never thought that war would suddenly break out.
Then, they were displaced.
Maybe this is war, and war never brings anything good. At least for ordinary people like them, war means leaving their hometown and losing everything. Of course, these Yanzhou people also know that the grassland people are probably beginning to dominate their homes, and they Whatever is lost will also be plundered by those prairie people.
This is their understanding of war. War is something far more chaotic than natural disasters.
It is precisely because of this that they looked at the crow with even more irritation.
"Quack——"
The crow that was hit by the stone screamed and continued to fly away.
Passing by the deserted villages and flying over the shabby Ziyang Mountain, the crows fell into Yanzhou City one after another.
In this dilapidated Yanzhou City, there are more crows pecking at the broken corpses on the ground.
These corpses were all the elites of the Mobei Royal Court, first-class warriors. Under the order of the Khan King, they went to the south to prepare for a massive war. On the way here, they also They had thought about what this war would bring them, such as wealth, merit, status, and even everything they could imagine.
But the war brought them only death.
Apart from death, they failed to gain anything. Not only their possessions and lives, but also the remaining flesh and blood on their bodies were eaten by the crows.
The only ones who are happy may be these crows. They haven't eaten so full for a while. The last time was probably in Jizhou further north. Of course, crows can't remember the names of places, but at least they can remember them. , there was another big strange bird that was also devouring the corpse, so they didn't eat as much as this time.
So it's been so long, that big strange bird must have flown away, right?
If I get over it now, I might be able to eat some more.
"Quack——"
Following the direction of the food, the crows flapped their wings and flew to Jizhou in the north.
Although Jizhou is not far from Yanzhou, most of the crows are still left behind. Some of them flew back to Yanzhou City, and some simply flew to the countryside to try their luck. Only a small number of crows, relying on their persistence for food, went all the way north, passing through the hills and rivers, passing through the woods and those paths, and came to this desolate land called Jibei.
Then, several golden eagles swooped down from the sky and killed all the crows.
Golden eagles are too lazy to eat the meat of crows. The reason why these golden eagles kill them is simply because they dislike these crows - after all, the airspace here is their territory, and the crows' cries are really too loud. Noisy.
Of course, these reasons are not important. Anyway, they are just a few crows. If you kill them, you will kill them.
After a little killing to stretch their muscles, these golden eagles continued to fly towards the north, with mountains and rivers passing under their wings. Some shepherds on the ground saw the shadow of the golden eagles, and they were so surprised that they knelt down quickly. Pray to the noble golden eagle not to take away his lamb.
Fortunately, these ridiculously large golden eagles had no intention of predatory this time. They just flapped their wings and flew over the heads of these herdsmen. They flew all the way over the yurt, over the camp, over the prairie warriors, and over the tough troops.
It wasn't until they flew into a gorgeous tent that the golden eagles landed in front of the throne in the center of the tent, pecking at the fresh meat on the ground.
"Good boy, really good boy..."
A fat man stroked the heads of these golden eagles while raising his head and looking at the figure kneeling in front of the throne.
"So what did you say just now? The children were flapping their wings so loudly that I didn't hear them clearly."
"Sweat! What time has it been! You are still addicted to such toys!"
The old figure kneeling on the ground looked sad and angry.
"Why start a war at this time! Why fight those southerners! What can the war bring to us! What can it bring to the grassland people!"
"Yeah, keep talking, I'm listening."
The fat man nodded repeatedly, but he was still feeding the huge golden eagles in his hands.
"Then what? Keep talking?"
"Khan! Did you hear it?"
Seeing that the fat man in front of him still looked like this, the old figure kneeling on the ground couldn't help but burst into tears.
"False! It's all fake! We shouldn't go south at all now! That southern national master tricked our soldiers to death! He has his own plan! So much money and food, so many soldiers, obviously there are so many people They can all survive, but because of this hellish war..."
"I know."
"……ah?"
The minister who was kneeling on the ground raised his head in shock. He couldn't believe what he heard.
Their sweat actually said they knew?
Their Great Khan actually knows all this?
"Why do you think I don't know?"
The fat man wiped his hands, and then looked at the minister kneeling on the ground with confusion.
"I personally appointed the National Preceptor. I naturally know if he has a small idea. In other words, who doesn't have a small idea of his own? It doesn't matter. As long as he is willing to fight, it doesn't matter... "
"What about the money and food? What about the soldiers? What about the lives that died on the battlefield? Don't these things matter?"
Hearing what the fat man said, the old minister kneeling on the ground was dumbfounded.
"What can the war bring us? Why do we have to fight this war that wastes people and money? If we need to save the lives of the herdsmen and enable the grassland people to survive the cold winter, then wouldn't it be better for us to use the money and food to build our homes? Isn't it good for us to use the manpower from the war to run Mobei? Why must..."
Having said this, the old minister suddenly froze.
Seeing that he had reached this point, the fat man in front of him was still smiling, and the old minister realized that the reasons for this war were definitely not what he had just said.
Those things are just external rhetoric and high-sounding excuses.
But what really prompted the Khan to choose to go to war was something even more inexplicable.
"You are such a foolish king..."
The old minister who realized something raised his hand and pointed tremblingly at the fat man on the throne.
"You stupid king!"
Bang!
The heavy spear smashed his head into pieces as easily as smashing a cucumber.
"Speak properly, why do you have to curse?"
Shaking his head, the fat man casually inserted the bloody spear back into the throne behind him.
"What can war bring us? Do you even need to ask this question?"
Under the light of the fire, the huge shadow of the fat man enveloped the corpse on the ground being pecked by the golden eagles, and even enveloped the entire tent.
"Of course it's because war can bring us happiness."
The second update is here, good morning everyone.
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Although I wrote a summary, after thinking about it, I felt it was a bit too naughty. Instead of saying so many useless things, it would be better to add more.
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