Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 1: The wild one

Ahaisule opened the curtain of the tent and looked towards the direction of the setting sun in the west.

He likes to look at the clouds at sunset, watching the sun coat them with a layer of light gold, and seeing the light bursting out of the clouds like golden strands. When the wind blows, the flowing clouds will change. There are lions, tigers, dragons, and a large group of burning horses galloping in the sky, and there are pale red clouds chasing them behind. Often watching and watching, he would laugh silently to himself until the sun went down and the grassland became dark.

He Luntie was busy beside him, putting a chain armor made of iron rings on his body and wrapping it around his jacket, and then wrapped it with heavy brocade sleeves, and lastly, a fox fur to guard against the wind. . After doing this, she checked up and down, and suddenly met the child's eyes. These are the clearest eyes she has ever seen, reflecting the color of the setting sun, magnificent and peaceful.

She stopped, stared blankly at the little face, hesitated for a long time, then gently touched his face.

She tied the white leopard tail around Asule's wrist, tied it with a red silk rope, and tied a knot, then turned his head to face her, staring into his eyes: "My lord , you have to remember, no matter what happens, you can’t take off this leopard tail. If someone wants to harm you, raise your hand to show him. Don’t take it off. Remember?”

Asule nodded, looking down at the ground.

He didn't smile, Haruntie saw it. The child couldn't hide what was on his mind, and everything in his heart was reflected in his eyes. Although he has been kept in the tent, but at this point, he should have been aware of the things outside. The men who were about to go to the battlefield last night sat around the fire and played the horsemane qin. There was a majestic and desolate song echoing around all night. How could this child not hear it?

"Mom, is it because of me?" The child said suddenly.

He Luntie was taken aback, and held his hand tightly: "No, it's not because of you, the son is a good boy."

"They said that the army of the Nine Kings is coming here," Asule still lowered his head, "I know that the Nine Kings are my uncle. They also said that many people died, all People from Qingyang killed us..."

He Luntie felt sore in his heart, this child is too smart and too fragile, he can't hold these heavy things in his heart, how can he live long like this.

"Sir, don't think about it." He Luntie made a bun for him, and tried to put on a smile. "The affairs of the adults have nothing to do with the son. The majesty of the northern capital and our lord like it." Shizi, Shizi is a good boy."

Asule shook his head lightly: "But I can't do anything... I'm a useless person."

He began to stare blankly out of the tent again. The huge camp was so barren, no one was walking between the tents connected to each other, and there was no horse in sight. The unmanned sheep gnawed at the curtain of the tent, and the lion flag trembled feebly in the wind. Haruntie didn't know what to say, she pulled out the small knife with a hooked blade in her waist, and began to polish it on the whetstone. The women already wear knives next to their bodies, and they have sharpened the blades. The women of the Zhenyan tribe are as violent as the men. When the enemy invades the camp, it is better to slit their own throats with a knife than to be humiliated alive. The tent was filled with the monotonous sound of Haruntie sharpening the knife, Asule silently stared at the cold light on the blade, and coughed a few times in a low voice.

"Is it cold? It's getting dark." He Luntie walked over, trying to close the curtain.

There was a horse neighing outside the tent. Heluntie was a little surprised, there should be no horses left in the camp at this time. She looked out and saw the thin flannel mare standing outside the tent, and the old woman with a kimono tied around her waist was half kneeling and half squatting beside the horse's belly, milking. She felt relieved and walked out. It was the mare that was milking Asule. The baby was in very poor health and had to drink a cup of fresh warm mare's milk before dinner.

"Zhe Gan, let me come." Heluntie stood behind the old woman, "You and others go to rest in the tent."

"Let me finish milking, the lord has an order, as long as I don't die, let me remember to milk him."

Zhe Gan's voice was hoarse and weak, and He Luntie's heart was cold when he heard it. She watched Zhe Gan's gray head trembling beside his old brown face, and the hands holding the mare's milk repeated weakly, like a drowned man grabbing the last straw. Zhegan was originally a very light-footed woman, and the mare in the family gave the freshest and best milk, so the lord ordered Zhegan to provide milk to the eldest son every night.

But since the start of the war, Zhegan's husband and four sons have all died. When the younger son's body was dragged back, only half of it was left. Zhegan hugged him like a she-wolf and cried all night long. . Now Zhegan has no relatives in this world, and only this old mare is left.

White and warm milk filled the copper cup, Zhegan bent his back, and held the mare's milk into Haruntie's hands. She seemed to be unable to raise her head, and without looking at Haruntie, she turned around and stroked the horse's head, lying on the horse's neck, her shoulders trembling, as if crying, but she couldn't hear a sound.

Haruntie held the mare's milk, hesitating and not daring to leave.

Zhegan hugged the horse's neck tightly, shaking more and more uncontrollably. She suddenly turned around and rushed towards Haruntie, snatched the copper cup viciously and threw it on the ground.

The white mare's milk spilled all over the floor.

"Zhe Gan, what are you doing?" Haruntie shouted in panic.

"I don't want to feed the wolf cubs in Qingyang with my mare's milk. They are all wolves in Qingyang! They killed my husband and my son, and I still feed them with my mare's milk Wolf-hearted beast!" Zhe Gan seemed to be a different person, she yelled crazily, her eyes were red and swollen, full of tears.

"I would rather kill him than feed him!" Zhe Gan suddenly pulled out the knife on the back of his waist, and slashed at the mare recklessly. The mare in pain neighed, but she didn't dare to kick her master, she dragged her injured leg and dodged aside. Haruntie hugged Zhegan with all his strength, but Zhegan's strength was as strong as a bull.

"Let go! Let go!" She shouted hoarsely, "You won't let me kill him, I will kill my own horse, I will kill it, I will kill it, I will kill my own mare!"

The women ran out when they heard the sound. Several powerful efforts restrained Zhe Gan, and she couldn't move, she could only roar wildly, and finally her voice turned into a whimper in her throat.

Haluntie looked towards the other side of the tent, and a gap beside the curtain was quietly closed.

Haluntie walked into the tent holding a lamp, but the people outside had dispersed.

The child was leaning against the wall of the tent, hugging his legs and curling up in a corner. In the past, at this time, Haruntie would go up to pull him up and let him sleep on the bed, but at this moment she felt a sense of loss of strength, and Zhegan's hissing sound echoed in her ears, making her dazed.

She sat down next to the child and put the lamp between them.

After being silent for a long time, He Luntie whispered: "My lord, it's really not your fault."

"Why was I born in Qingyang?"

"It doesn't matter where you were born."

"I still remember Zhegan's youngest son...he made me a dragonfly out of straw."

Haluntie thought of that rosy-faced big child, she hugged her legs tightly and buried her head in her knees.

"I remember so many other people who were so nice to me. Although you guys won't let me out, I know that gradually I can't see their faces. They're gone. I think Bahmer Lu, I want to see him blowing his bamboo whistle and leading his red horse past my tent, but..."

Bamoru, Haruntie is afraid to hear this name. She didn't see Bamoru's body, only the dancing red horse came back. Haruntie was twenty-four years old, and she thought about marrying a herdsman like Bamoru. And Ba Molu always rode on his red horse, blowing the strange tune he made up to Haruntie from a distance, and then smiled with white teeth. Haruntie braided two leather belts for him to fasten his boots, which are still in her arms and will never be given away again.

"I thought that it would be great if I were the maharaja of Qingyang. As long as I said no to fight, everyone would stop fighting. Zhegan's son would also weave dragonflies for me, and Ba Molu took him The red horse..."

"Don't talk anymore, don't talk anymore!" Hanluntie suddenly shouted, and she pressed the child's shoulders hard, "Enough! Enough! What's the use of you talking now? You are not Qing Majesty Yang, you are just a child, what can you do? Your iron cavalry from Qingyang are killing our Zhenyan people on the battlefield right now! Who can you save?"

She lowered her head and shook desperately, biting her lip to refuse to make a sound. Tears rolled down his face.

"Don't talk anymore! What can we do?" She raised her head sobbing, and saw tears on the child's small face. He was so quiet and so sad.

The two faced each other silently, and He Luntie hugged Asule tightly in his arms.

"Mom, they are all gone, don't leave me." The child also hugged her tightly.

"My son, don't be afraid, no matter who wins, you'll be fine. Maybe your family will come to pick you up, and mother will be with you, but mother can't protect you anymore. You are Qing Son of Yang, you will be the master of this grassland in the future, with the blessing of Pantar God on your head, no one can hurt you." He Luntie gently stroked the top of his head.

She loves this child, although with her humble status, she can't say love to this noble child. But she thought that if she had a baby by herself one day, she would be like this little Asule.

"Mom, don't leave me," the child murmured, "I will... protect you!"