"Ouch——"
"Ouch——"
"Ouch——"
The howling of wolves came one after another.
In the military tent, Zheng Haoran and Lao Li Tou, who were discussing the "Wolf King", were stunned at the same time, looked at each other, and the next second they picked up the guy at the same time and rushed out of the military tent.
Not only the two of them heard it, but everyone heard the wolf howl.
The Zheng couple and the monk, who were secretly plotting a "big plan to hide the truth" in the corner, were also stunned.
The howling of wolves in the middle of the night not only did not have any murderous intent, but also seemed to add a bit of spring to this cold wasteland.
"It's Snow Wolf!"
Strong-bodied snow wolves with snow-white fur rushed out of the canyon in groups like crazy.
The appearance of the wolves initially caused a moment of panic in the Zheng's army camp.
They picked up the guys and prepared to fend off the sudden appearance of the wolves.
"The whole army obeys the order!"
Zheng Haoran jumped out fiercely, shouted loudly, invisible ripples rippled out, and everyone fell silent for an instant.
At this time, Zheng Xiu trotted back from outside the military camp.
He held a large knife in his hand.
The father and son looked at each other from afar and said at the same time:
Zheng Xiu: "Eat dog... wolf meat tonight!"
Zheng Haoran: "God-given food!"
As the saying goes, people with good skills have a big appetite.
When Zheng and his son saw the wolves, their first thought was not danger, but food being delivered to their door.
"charge!"
Nowadays, there is a shortage of food. When Zheng Haoran saw the wolves rushing here like crazy, his eyes suddenly lit up. He gave a military order and took the lead in charging into the wolves with a knife.
The knife falls when the hand rises, the knife falls when the hand rises, the knife falls when the hand rises.
Feng Bei and Monk, who followed closely behind, only saw this scene: Zheng and his son were like tigers entering a pack of wolves, with long knives in their hands swinging out brilliant sword flowers under the moonlight, flesh and blood flying, and the crazy wolves killing each other. They screamed and fell into a pool of blood. The blood dyed their fur red, making them look particularly tragic.
Unity is strength, and the Zheng Jiajun is united as one, not to mention the hungry Zheng Jiajun. After experiencing the initial panic, they were reminded by General Zheng that they suddenly woke up. Good things and bad things depended on each other. This was obviously a blessing! As a result, more and more Zheng Jiajun joined the cause of killing wolves.
There seemed to be no "leader" in this pack of wolves. They were simply running for their lives, hurriedly crawling out of the canyon and rushing into the military camp. Only then did Zheng Jiajun catch them.
The process was uneventful, and after a while, only a few of the hundreds of wolves were left alive.
At this time, Feng Bei and the monk had no chance to take action.
Feng Bei put on his gloves silently to avoid accidentally injuring others.
The monk looked unbearable, clasped his hands together, and murmured:
"Guilty, sin, sin."
With that said, the monk walked in the opposite direction of the canyon.
"Brother...where are you going?"
Feng Bei narrowed his eyes slightly and asked curiously.
The young monk kept walking, wiping the corners of his mouth, glaring his eyes, clasping his fingers like a devil and muttering: "Star anise, cinnamon, orange peel, bay leaves, coarse salt, caramel... Hehehehehehehehe! It smells good, it smells good. !" As he walked away, the monk's expression changed several times, and his laughter became more sinister and perverted.
Xiaofengmiao squeezed her head out of Fengbei's arms, showing disdain.
"Hmph! Meow meow meow meow!"
Feng Bei seemed to hear Xiao Feng Miao say "human beings with fish lips".
…
Half an hour later.
The smell of dog meat pot was already wafting in Zheng's military camp.
There is an old saying: If the dog meat rolls around, the gods will not be able to stand still.
Dogs and wolves are close relatives, almost.
It's just a bit more dog-eating than Zheng Xiu's impression.
The ancients are sincere and I cannot be deceived.
Zheng Xiu was eating happily around a pot. He took a small basin, ladleed a full bowl and put it in front of the orange cat. The orange cat toyed with the wolf meat in the bowl boredly with its paws, looking disgusted, "Gu——", it had not eaten fried fish cakes for a month, and there was a noise in its stomach. In the end, the proud cat pushed away the bowl in front of it unhappily. , to be a principled and tasteful cat.
After eating and drinking, Zheng Xiu patted his belly and asked, "Why did a group of snow wolves suddenly rush out from over there?"
Feng Bei silently looked towards the direction of the canyon.
Zheng Xiu wanted to say something casually, but when he saw Feng Bei's expression, he suddenly closed his mouth.
"hehe!"
Zheng Haoran picked his teeth with a small dagger and grinned: "I'll go take a look in the canyon."
"father!"
Zheng Xiu lowered his voice and held down the knife at his waist.
"Calm down, why are you panicking! We must go and meet each other as courtesy." After saying that, Zheng Haoran stood up and turned around to glare at Zheng Xiu: "Don't just come here and mix in. The adults are talking and bring a group of kids." My child, what is he like!"
Zheng Haoran seemed to be aware of the strangeness in the canyon. He hummed a tune, deliberately filled the wine bottle, put on his coat, and rode into the canyon.
Feng Bei closed his eyes, his expression flickered, and from time to time the "Xie Luohe evil smile" that Zheng Xiu was familiar with appeared. Finally, Feng Bei's expression was as calm as ever, and he silently raised an index finger.
"It's the Wolf King."
Feng Bei frowned slightly: "Alone." She looked at Zheng Xiu with a hint of questioning in her eyes. She seemed to be asking Zheng Xiu what to do next.
Zheng Xiu raised his buttocks, and the lifting and lowering movements were just like his mood at the moment - restless and unsteady.
To be honest, as Zheng Xiu learns more and more about his father, it becomes more difficult to understand what Zheng Haoran can read from "Fist".
There is bound to be a mutual sympathy between him and the Wolf King.
The causes sown today will bear the "fruit" twenty years from now.
Zheng Xiu is now walking on thin ice in the step of "planting causes" and does not dare to sow randomly.
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes.
He thought of the dying Wolf King twenty years later.
Thinking of the promise between the Wolf King and Zheng Haoran.
Reminds me of Zheng Haoran’s “monologue” in the phantom of “Hundred Ghosts Marching”.
While his thoughts were intertwined, Zheng Xiu sat still and shook his head slowly.
Feng Bei nodded, holding the bowl and sipping the hot soup in small sips.
…
The dark canyon was dim and lightless.
The moonlight was getting thinner, and from time to time clouds and mist drifted by, casting patches among the clouds.
Zheng Haoran wore civilian clothes and rode through the canyon.
The canyon is still filled with a faint smell of blood.
At the end of the canyon, a man sat quietly.
In front of him, a pot of fire was set up, soup was boiling in the fire, and wine was warming in the soup.
Seeing Zheng Haoran, the Wolf King raised his head, smiled slightly, and without fear of the heat, grabbed the wine bottle and threw it towards Zheng Haoran.
Zheng Haoran simultaneously took off the wine bag from his waist, flicked his wrist, and threw it towards the Wolf King.
The wine bottle and wine bag were intertwined in mid-air, and the two of them took them at the same time.
Zheng Haoran's mouth was slightly numb. He paused for a moment, opened his mouth, bit the bottle mouth, and drank the warm wine in one gulp.
The Wolf King took the wine bag and seemed motionless. But he lowered his head and found that when he took the wine bag, the force actually pushed him half an inch away, leaving two deep pits under his boots.
Zheng Haoran smiled broadly: "Good wine! It's a pity that it's barbarian wine!"
Gudong Gudong——
The Wolf King raised his head and drank the two kilograms of strong wine in the wine bag in one gulp.
"Hiccup! Cold wine is not as good as hot wine!"
The Wolf King threw the wine bag back to Zheng Haoran.
Zheng Haoran took it, looked down at the wine bottle that he had smashed, and his eyes twitched.
The Wolf King stood up, pressed his fist to his chest, and signaled: "Please!"
"good!"
Zheng Haoran spoke concisely and to the point, and sat opposite the Wolf King.
In the brazier, the snow water used to warm the wine was boiling, and in the ice and snow, the heat was lingering.
The two men were obviously hostile generals, but now they took off their armor in the canyon where they had been fighting fiercely for half a month, drank from each other, and sat face to face like old friends for many years. If this was spread, it would definitely shock everyone. Dropped the jaws of countless people.
The two were silent for a while.
The Wolf King asked: "What does General Zheng think of our wasteland?"
Zheng Haoran thought for a while and answered truthfully: "Cold, dry, poor, and barren. Birds can't poop, chickens can't lay eggs, and the place is ruined."
"Hahaha!" When the Wolf King heard this, he was not angry, but laughed loudly: "What a bad place! What a bad place! What a bad place!"
"Can……"
The Wolf King's laughter stopped abruptly: "We have lived here all our lives."
Zheng Haoran nodded with a calm expression: "I know, so what?"
Sizzling——
The iron pot on the brazier was almost dry inside. The boiling water was roasting the iron pot inside, making a sizzling sound.
The Wolf King's voice was neither happy nor sad, and he looked up at the sky.
From his perspective, the canyon is like a line, and the moon hangs exactly in the center of the "line of sky".
"When I was young, Da Mo... also means 'father' in your Da Qian." The Wolf King was afraid that Zheng Haoran wouldn't understand, so he took the initiative to explain: "Da Mo always told us..."
"us?"
Zheng Haoran frowned.
"In the past, children born in our clan would be put together in the 'Damo' house, fed with the same milk, wrapped in the same fur, and slept on the same hay."
"In the clan, only the 'Wolf King' is qualified to have his own 'Wolf Son' and 'Wolf Girl'. The other children are all 'Wolves'."
"We will provide equal food and warmth to all 'wolf cubs'. Only the 'wolf cub' that survives successfully in the end will be qualified to become a member of the 'wolf pack'."
Hearing this, Zheng Haoran was suddenly enlightened. He spread his hands and politely motioned for you to continue.
"I survived and grew up."
"Damo always told us that there is a fertile and vast land on the other side of the Jialaso Mountain."
"There are all sheep there, fat and white sheep. Their skin is very white, the water they drink is sweet, the beds they sleep on are soft, the meat they eat is fragrant, and their land is green .”
"That land has the green trees we long for, and clear water flows between the green trees. Drinking the clear water tastes as sweet as honey."
"Damo also said that on the other side of the Yalasso Mountains, the clothes worn by the sheep do not stink. The children they give birth to are all their own. Their children are loved by people, and people cry when their people die. of."
"Damo told us that on the other side of the Jalazor Mountains, the sheep are weak but occupy what we don't have."
"Damo told us that when we grow up, one day the sheep on the other side of the mountain, their land, their trees, their water, their beds, and their meat will all become ours."
The Wolf King murmured as if in a dream, and finally raised his head: "Zheng, Hao, Ran."
He read Zheng Haoran's name word by word, as if to imprint the name in his heart: "You are the strongest sheep I have ever seen."
"Sheep?" Zheng Haoran curled his lips: "Maybe it's a tiger? Besides, I am nothing on our side. The world is vast and there are countless strange people. How insignificant we are. You have seen too little. Do you think I am? The 'strongest' ones mean that you have never really stepped out of this mountain. Even if your people stepped over, your hearts are still on the other side of the mountain." The words of the Wolf King did not make Zheng Haoran feel angry. In fact, he "Knowing people" depends entirely on their fists. No matter what the other person says, Zheng Haoran would rather believe in the "emotion" conveyed by his fists.
Zheng Haoran smacked his lips: "If nothing else, the wolf meat you sent is really delicious."
The Wolf King was stunned when he heard this, and then he stretched out his hand towards Zheng Haoran: "Zheng Haoran, come here! It's not suitable for you over there!"
When Zheng Haoran heard this, his face was stunned, and then he seemed to be dumbfounded: "Are you trying to make me treason?"
"Someone over there at the Sheep Flock wants you... to die."
The Wolf King said something shocking.
Zheng Haoran's expression changed and he became silent.
The Wolf King looked a little more excited. He waved his hand and pointed behind him: "My 50,000 troops, the strength of the whole country, have been gathered behind the canyon! They are real wolves! The wolves on the other side of the longing mountain! We will flatten them. You guys, cross the Jalazor Mountain and reach the other side of the mountain!"
"Zheng Haoran, can't you see that there is a 'black sheep' among the sheep? Someone saw it but didn't tell you!"
"I know that there is a saying in Da Qian, which is called 'high achievements shake the master'. Since there is no room for you there, why don't you come to my side? You are not a sheep, and you are not suitable to be a sheep. If you come here, You can even be the wolf king! We wolves only obey the strong."
Zheng Haoran was silent for a while.
He patted his butt and stood up, patting the alien mark and brushing the snow off his butt.
Zheng Haoran raised his fist towards the Wolf King.
The Wolf King was puzzled, but Zheng Haoran's fist seemed to have some kind of magic power. He stared at the fist and somehow stretched out his fist to touch it.
"It seems that none of us can convince anyone."
Zheng Haoran returned to the horse and leaned over to look at the Wolf King who was still sitting motionless.
boom!
Suddenly, the iron pot that had been dry-heated for a while finally couldn't withstand the high temperature and exploded.
The cracked iron pieces shot out in all directions, PUSH! Phew! Phew!
Several hot and red iron pieces were inserted into the Wolf King's chest, but he seemed not to feel any pain. He looked straight at Zheng Haoran and frowned in confusion: "Why? Why? People like you , why are you willing to obey an old sheep? He is a waste, he has no ability, you should not listen to him."
The "old sheep" mentioned by the Wolf King should be Wei Yangzun.
"You are wrong." Zheng Haoran shook his head: "I, Zheng Haoran, have acted with a clear conscience throughout my life. I just want to be clear in my heart! I never do anything that embarrasses my conscience!" Zheng Haoran pointed behind him and laughed: "You guys Damo has lied to you. Our water is not sweet, and our people are not all happy. People have joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows! This is what human beings are! Whether it is you or us, it is the same! That mountain Bian, in the final analysis, is no different from your side, they are just a group of people living in different places and in different ways!"
"The difference is," Zheng Haoran's voice suddenly hardened, like a knife, sonorous and powerful, and resounding: "On the other side of the mountain is your land, on the other side of the mountain is our river and mountains! I just try hard to hold on to it. The rivers and mountains that should belong to us are nothing more than that!”
shelf!
Zheng Haoran shook the reins, turned and left.
After taking a few steps, Zheng Haoran stepped on the stirrups, stopped, turned around and asked:
"By the way, do you have a son?"
The Wolf King was confused and shook his head slowly.
"So you don't understand," Zheng Haoran laughed: "My son told me that he will live a good life in the future. Although it is a bit bitter, it will be good in the end. He is very successful."
“As fathers, don’t we just want to make our son’s life better?”
"By guarding this place, you are guarding him."
"That's what he told me."
Zheng Haoran waved his hand and his figure disappeared into the canyon.
Moonlight in the mountains.
A hint of fish belly white lights up.
Its daybreak.
