Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 2: Eastern Continent Secret Envoy Five

The sun has finally risen, and the grassland is glowing with the color of broken gold.

Amo Chi got out of the tent, stretched his arms and took a long breath. He looked up and saw the blue sky with a stream of clouds drifting leisurely in the air, and he became sober all of a sudden. A scent of milk came, and the female slaves were heating milk porridge on the fire. Inside the copper pot was pure white goat milk, mixed with boiled minced meat and naked oats. Feeling warm all over, he jumped over in three steps and two steps, eagerly waiting for the milk porridge to be cooked. Turning his head, he saw two patches of red on the face of the young female slave, and turned her head shyly not to look at him.

Last night, the old man's mysterious story and the secretive expressions of the female slaves were immediately forgotten by him. Amochi became happy, and took a copper spoon from the hand of the female slave to help her stir the porridge. Looking up, he saw a big white-headed harrier just catching fish and passing by not too high. This is the day he is used to. The prairie horses, the stars and the gods are actually far away from him, so it doesn't matter. Anyway, his star arithmetic is not very good.

He was eating a spoonful of porridge when he suddenly heard the sound of the tent curtain being lifted. Turning his head, the child in white sleeves stepped out of the tent, narrowing his eyes slightly to the rising sun.

There was a moment of silence, and everyone knelt down.

"Get up, everyone." The child's faint voice sounded above everyone's heads, "Don't kneel to me from now on."

Amochi raised his head and met the child's eyes.

Slightly different from what I saw for the first time, his eyes were like a calm lake, those melancholy expressions settled at the bottom of the lake and did not show. Sensing that Amochi was observing him, the child smiled at him gently. He smiled very gently and beautifully, but there was no joy in it.

"Gu Xuan?" A Mochi remembered the rumor.

"Azule!"

"My son!"

Both Mrs. Ying and Dahesa were alarmed. When the old man jumped out, he only tied his trousers with a belt, his chest was exposed, and his linen robe fluttered over his body, showing the unruly style of a galloping wild horse with a long mane. He squatted in front of the child, staring at him eagerly, without saying a word.

"Dahesa." The child smiled softly.

"Okay, okay, our Asule is back again." The old man grabbed the child's hand, scratched his ear, and was so happy that he didn't know what to say.

Madam Ying held his other hand and gently stroked his face. For some reason, her hand trembled a little.

The child looked at her quietly for a while, then moved his lips:

Mrs. Ying was stunned for a moment, hugged his head in her arms, and sighed lowly. The child leaned on her meekly, but the hand was still tightly held by the old man and refused to let go. Amochi blinked his eyes, and suddenly covered his mouth and let out a "puchi" laugh. He didn't dare to laugh loudly, turned around and ran behind the slave girl to hide. The old man felt it and looked at him in surprise.

"It's windy outside, go to the tent to rest, and Mama has cooked the porridge and brought it in." Mrs. Ying took the son's hand and turned back to the tent.

The old man clearly wanted to follow in, but he felt that it was inconvenient, so he stopped awkwardly and grabbed Amochi from the group of female slaves: "What are you laughing at?"

Amo Chi held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help it anymore: "Hesa, you and your wife are holding each other's hands, just like the son's father and mother..."

The old man froze for a moment, jumped up and took a lit firewood from the fire. Amochi laughed and ran around the tent, the old man chased after him panting, the female slaves secretly looked at each other, and finally a little female slave couldn't help showing a smile, and then everyone laughed, the older woman The haze on their faces has also dissipated a lot.

Asule turned his head back silently, following the bird that was startled by Dahesa and Amochi and flew to the sky. He held Mrs. Ying's hand tightly: "Mom, when I was in the south, I was also homesick."

Madam Ying looked into his eyes, not knowing what to say.

"Wooden plow!" Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw a warrior standing beside the tent with a knife.

The samurai was old and without a helmet, his gray hair rising and falling in the morning wind. His brushed cowhide armor is full of dark stains, and around his neck hangs the raw iron leopard teeth that symbolize his status as an iron-fanged warrior. A heavy and terrifying wolf blade is slung at his waist, and the wolf on the handle opens its mouth wide. , containing an iron skull.

Asule took a slight step back.

Madam hastily stepped in front of him and separated the two of them: "Wooden plow... why are you here?"

There is only one person on the grassland with this kind of attire, Qingyang's famous general Mu Li, the husband of Mrs. Ying. The wolf blade has cut off the heads of countless enemies. The cowhide armor he carried with him is still the armor he used when he followed the maharajah. It has never been replaced for many years. Every stain is made by the blood of countless enemies. . Mu Li pushed his wife away with one hand, narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the child, the eyes in the slits were as menacing as a light knife.

Asule did not dodge, but nodded: "General Wooden Plow."

Mu Li withdrew his gaze and seemed satisfied with the son's performance: "The majesty said that Hesa ​​and the son will enter the Golden Tent Palace to discuss matters. I am afraid that the slaves will lose their words, so let's take a look."

"Yes." Before Madam could speak, Asule agreed in a low voice.

A gust of high wind whipped up the nine pillars in front of the golden tent, making a rattling noise. In the distance came the neighing of steeds and the faint sound of flutes. The shepherds around the northern capital were playing their bamboo flutes to lead their horses out of the city to graze.

The attendants and warriors stood between the paths, Dahe took Asule's hand, and stepped on the red carpet in front of the golden tent. The sound of the Jie drum came from nowhere, it was low, but not chaotic at all. Standing in front of this golden tent, even the great nobles with tens of thousands of slave households could not but feel awe.

Dong Lu called the barbarians the Golden Tent Kingdom, which originated from the tradition that the maharaja lived in the Golden Tent. The barbarians live by water and grass and have no fixed place to live, so they live in tents made of bamboo, wood and sheep felt. The golden tent where the majesty lived was dozens of times larger than ordinary tents. When making this big tent, two thousand pieces of whole cowhide were used, and the surface was painted with gold. On a sunny day, you can see it from miles away. golden light.

"It's good luck to meet Hesa." A respectful voice came from the side.

Dahesa turned around, and the third prince Xu Dahan was saluting with his chest pressed. Xu Dahan looks very much like his father. At first glance, he looks like the Maharaja when he was young, but he always has a smile on his face and never rushes to do anything. It is said that when princes go hunting and see a deer, Xu Dahan is always the last one to draw his bow, but the deer is always let him shoot.

"Third Prince." Dahesa hurriedly saluted with his chest pressed. He never pays much attention to the nobles, but he has received too many gifts from Xu Dahan, so he is a little cautious when he sees him.

"Asule, finally returned to the northern capital." Xu Dahan turned to his younger brother.

"Brother." Asulyan raised his head and greeted.

In the distance, the two princes Bimogan and Tieyou were also waiting in front of the tent with their companions, but they were reluctant to come because of Xu Dahan, and they only nodded distantly to Dahesa.

"Take the son down to rest." Xu Dahan sent a companion.

"Several Great Khans and generals are discussing matters in the golden tent. My father ordered us brothers to wait outside, but as soon as Dahesa comes, please enter the tent immediately." He turned to open the door for Dahesa curtain.

The moment he stepped into the tent, Dahesa froze for a moment, but the tent that was supposed to be discussing was surprisingly quiet.

From the inside, the golden tent is far more luxurious than the lacquered gold exterior. "Wang Biography". At this time, one of the blankets facing west was opened, and the sun shone warmly inside the tent. In order to get rid of the fishy smell, curling cigarettes are floating in the golden chi animal stove, and the sunlight is unpredictable in the smoke. The Maharaja was sitting on the mink fur bed surrounded by cigarettes, as if covered with a sarong, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The four Great Khans and the generals in charge of the military stood quietly and divided into two sides. The three kings, the six kings and the seven kings sat on the cushions on the left side, looking at the left side in a row, and the generals stood on the right side, looking sideways at the right side. The two groups of people were in such a stalemate, and it seemed that a string that could be broken at any time was taut in the golden tent. But the Nine Kings, who were standing with the generals, saw Dahesa coming in, and saluted by pressing his chest from a distance.

Dahesa neither stood on the left nor on the right, but ran to the corner of the golden tent and stood under the rolled-up felt, basking in the warm sun and yawning. Still no one spoke, he tilted his neck, drooped his head, and gradually couldn't support his eyelids. Seeing how sleepy he was when he got up early, Jiu Wang smiled inscrutably and said nothing.

On the left and right is the division of power between Prince Bimogan and Prince Xu Dahan. Although Dahesa is good at drinking, he has never stood up wrong because he was drunk.

"Dahesa came late, everyone is now arguing about what to do with the remaining women and children of the Zhenyan tribe. My brothers want to send them to the north to open up wasteland, and the generals of the Chao clan and Erlu want to What does Dahe Sake think about placing them near the northern capital?" The Maharaja's voice came out from the smoke.

"The great Pantar God didn't teach me about this matter. It's up to the Maharaja and the nobles to decide." Dahesa answered cleanly.

"Dahesa is the same as before, and escaped the fastest." The Maharaja's voice was cold, with a bit of mockery, and King Taigor Khan, the third king, couldn't help it, and stood up: "I've already said that rebels who make rebellions are not worthy of being used as slaves! It's a benevolence not to kill them, and they are all sent to the north to open up wasteland. What's wrong?"

King Taigor Khan is the eldest of the maharaja's surviving brothers, and he is also the largest family when it comes to cattle, sheep and land. When he spoke, the six kings and seven kings all nodded.

"Then why is it possible?" Standing on the right, Mu Li asked coldly, "The Great Khans have pastures in the north, so they want to send people to open up wasteland in the north. Going to open up wasteland, how many people will die?"

"I have more than 70,000 domestic slaves in the north, and I will care about these 70,000?" King Taigor Khan didn't even look at Muli, "I want to send these rebels to open up wasteland, but Punish these **** with real faces!"

"Even if they are punished to do hard work, they are all punished in the ranch of the third prince. There is no precedent."

The speaking general stood shoulder to shoulder with Mu Li. He was Ba Heng's elder brother Bach. Bach was short and thin, his complexion was really like iron, he was not very old, but he looked like an aging herdsman in the wind and frost, his iron armor was not close to his body, and he walked with a rattling sound. He was not fluent in speech, and he had to think for a long time before he could say every sentence. His younger brother Ba Bang didn't even think about it, so he nodded immediately.

"Yes, brother is right, there is no precedent!"

Ba Bang is tall and strong, more like a real barbarian warrior, and he also likes to talk, but since he was a child, he felt that every sentence he said was not as reasonable as his brother's, so he always refused to say more in the golden tent.

He nodded his head and saw the eyes of the three Great Khan Kings opposite him, as if a knife had slashed at his face.

"Then distribute it equally to each family!" The Sixth King Suha Da Khan stood up and said loudly, "The one I deserve is given to my brother to open up wasteland in the north!"

"Several Great Khans did not go out to fight, but after all, they want to divide the slaves," Mu Li said coldly, "the ancestors didn't have such rules."

Tigore stood up abruptly with his eyes wide open, and kicked the cushion away: "Liuhai Muli! You slave bastard, did you climb up to pee on the head of our Lu family? What is your identity in this tent?" Talk?"

"What I'm talking about is the rules of Lu's ancestors!" Mu Li didn't back down, "These rules should have been known to King Taigor the Great Khan better than me, a slave!"

"Okay!" A majestic voice came out of the smoke.

The Majesty's voice was not high, but it dissipated the noise, and the people froze for a moment, and bowed together. There was silence in the tent, which was disturbingly quiet.

"Get up." The maharaja got up from the bed and walked out of the smoke slowly.

He patted the vermilion lacquered wooden box on the table, but did not speak immediately. The silence carried a pressure that terrified everyone, and the noble Khan and the generals held their breath and did not dare to breathe loudly.

The maharaja reached out and lifted the lid of the wooden box.

A pale head lay on the red brocade. It was the head of Longge Zhenhuang from the Longge family of Zhenyanbu. Brought back from the far south, the head has always been buried in limestone for preservation, and the muscles and skin have been shriveled. At first glance, no one can tell the difference between the head of the tribal leader and the head of an ordinary warrior. It's just that the expression looks so calm, it doesn't look like someone who died on the battlefield.

"It's the head of a lion on the steppe." The Maharaja whispered, "Eru brought it back for me to see. In fact, I would rather not look at it, as if I never had such a nephew... I want Let me tell you a story."

Everyone in the tent was a little uneasy, the Majesty's character was a little moody, and no one could guess what he meant.

"It's all happened many years ago..." Maharaja narrowed his eyes, and pondered for a while, "It was back when I was the eldest son, my brothers were powerful, and no one looked up to me. At that time, I was only ten Two years old. A twelve-year-old child only knows how to straddle a horse and wield a knife. How can he know anything else? My mother is from Donglu. You all know that half of my blood is Donglu. My brothers didn’t believe me and picked me My mistake, I demoted my mother and me to Yinzizhai in the north of Huoleiyuan. You all know that Yinzizhai used to be a big pasture, and there has been no one for many years...My father misunderstood me and refused to see me, saying yes Never recognize me again, only give me ten horses, two companions, and a pair of bows and arrows."

The expressions of the three old princes have changed a little, and they seem to be sitting unsteadily. Of course they know these things better than anyone else, but the Maharaja has never mentioned it since he took the throne. As time passed, the brothers gradually became negligent. The majesty suddenly mentioned it in front of everyone today, the past was vivid in their minds, and they realized that the majesty had never forgotten it.

There was no joy or anger on the Maharaja's face, and he continued: "We ran out of food halfway, and we lived by hunting and drinking mare's milk. I fell ill again, and my health Every day is worse than the next day. Winter is coming, and it seems to be a dead end. My two companions don’t want to follow me. They ran away quietly at night and took away the three milking mares. My mother knows that I can’t live without mare’s milk , had no choice but to go after them on horseback, begging them to leave at least one horse. The two companions coveted my mother's beauty and spoiled her, leaving a mare behind. Mother led the mare back to I, I cut my own throat the next day. I wish I could eat their flesh and drink their blood. But I couldn’t even move. My whole body was hot and cold, and I shrank in the tent, struggling only when I was starving to death. Go and drink a few sips of mare's milk."

Everyone felt a little cold in their hearts. After the Maharaja ascended the throne, he found the two original companions, rolled them up with horse leather, and personally led the cavalry to trample on them in turns until they were trampled into flesh.

"After more than ten days like this, it came to winter. One day the mare went out to graze and never came back. The tent was broken, and I slept in it. At night, there was wind all around, and the stones outside were blown away. It was as if I was the only one in the whole world. At that time, I thought I was going to die, and Pantar God was coming to pick me up..." Maharaja paused slightly, "When I woke up, I didn't see God, but I did. It is the face of my sister, Sudamar, in whose arms I am lying, and she is feeding me with her own milk."

"Sister is my Goddess, I am going to die, only she will save me. She is twelve years older than me, and she was married to the old master of the Zhenyan Department at that time. She knew the news that I was demoted, and never Zhenyanbu took his own son and came to me all the way on his horse. When I found me, I was only half alive, and my mouth was so rotten that I couldn’t even swallow cheese."

"Later I went to the Department of True Face and lived there for twelve years. In the second year, my sister died. She contracted my cold disease, but did not survive. When she was dying She held me and her son's hand together, saying that you have to take care of uncle, and then she died. Her son's name is Boluha, and you all know the name of Donglu, Longge Zhenhuang. That year there were only eight years old."

"Beluha is the eldest son of the Zhenyan Department. Like an adult, he said he wanted to take care of me. When he was seven years old, he came to me on a horse with my sister, with a pair of small clothes on the saddle. Bow and arrow, shot a big wolf to death on the road. At that time, I had already been degraded, I was nothing, and the people in the Zhenyan Department didn’t care about me, so I was treated coldly. Boluha gave me his waist knife, saying that he was carrying After using this knife, whoever dares to bully me is his enemy. His method is also simple. If anyone is rude to me, he will wrestle with that person. He was very strong when he was young, and he lifted people to the ground. I can't even climb up at all. So no one dares to bully me."

"Later, Ayihan's father wanted to choose a son-in-law, and sent a letter to the Quartet to hold a wolf meeting. You all know it."

"Yes." Everyone replied respectfully.

Ayihan is the barbarian name of the Maharaja's first Yan clan. Her Chao family is a well-known family in the Qingyang Department. With the support of the Chao family, the Maharaja was able to inherit his current position. So far, the Tie brothers and Mu Li among the generals are the original slaves of the Chao family.

"Boluha said, if I can marry Ayihan, then there is hope for returning to Beijing. But Ayihan was a famous beauty at that time, and she was the only daughter of the Chao family. I want to marry her back, but with my strength, how can I easily win the meeting of hunting wolves? But Boluha said it's okay, and he promised that Ayito must be mine."

"During the wolf meeting that day, I found out that Beruha was also riding a horse. I was very surprised at the time. Except for Erlu, you had never been enemies with Beruha. If you talk about fighting on horseback, he is The hero I know is second only to my father. Even a wooden plow can’t catch his knife. I think if Boluha wants to fight, I will naturally not win. Give it to him. But Boluha didn't talk to me, he just winked at me in the crowd..."

The majesty suddenly fell silent. After a long time, a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if the scene was still in front of his eyes.

"After the wolves started, Boluha pretended to **** the wolves, led the young men to the mountain depression, and then caught the horses one by one. He still used the old method, wrestling with those people, some fell If you beat him, you can go out to catch the wolf. If you can't fall, you have to stay. As a result, no one can beat him, and the number of people competing with me is less than half. I easily captured the wolf and married A Relying on it. That day Beruha didn’t bring those people back until night, and then they sat by the fire and drank together, and while drinking, the wound on his body opened, and he passed out... In fact, he is not an iron man.”

"When I left the Zhenyan Department, I bought a piece of pure jade from a merchant in Donglu, and asked someone to carve it into a jade jade and gave it to Boluha. I was twenty-four that year, and he was twenty. Said that if I can become a maharajah if I return to the north this time, I will allow him to guard the pasture south of the Iron Line River forever, and that jade Linglong is the token I gave him at that time."

The majesty stopped talking, he turned around, his eyes swept across the faces of the general and the princes. Wherever their eyes went, everyone lowered their heads involuntarily, and there was a dead silence. Longge Zhenhuang rebelled against the Kurige Conference, the prince and the generals all agreed to kill him, the majesty was silent for a long time, and finally agreed. Everyone knows that the maharaja once lived in the Zhenyan Department, but many people don't know that there was such a relationship between the maharaja and Longge Zhenhuang, and even so, Longge Zhenhuang died on Qingyang's iron cavalry hands.

The majesty had a white cloud in his eyes when he was young. His brothers called him the white-eyed eagle. got this nickname.

"King Taigor the Great Khan, what else do you want? Your sister Sudamar is dead, and I killed her only son too. Do you really want anything else?" Jun suddenly seemed to be getting old, "You have a lot of slaves, and 70,000 more open up wasteland, it's not a big number."

This time, the unruly King Taigor the Great Khan didn't make a sound, and it was quiet in the golden tent.

"Longge Zhenhuang's betrayal of the Kulig Conference broke the rules of the ancestors. I am very pleased that Erlu killed him. Longge Zhenhuang and I can't be more close to the rules of the ancestors. However, it was Longge Zhenhuang who rebelled, and his brothers wanted to send more than 70,000 people to the Northland. Among the 70,000 people, not all of them wanted to oppose the Kulig Conference. A herdsman, leading the rebellion It's not their original intention. I can't repay Longge Zhenhuang, so I should repay his people. Seventy thousand women and children, Muli arranged for them to live in another pasture near Beidu and confiscated their weapons. This matter I never want to hear anyone mention it again."

"When you are hard-hearted, think about your relatives in the tent. Now everyone knows to read Dongli people's books. There are all kinds of Dongli people's books." The majesty whispered, "But reading out Only after reading the word "Kuanren" can I understand it. Get back, Dahesa, and bring Asule in to see me."

All the nobles dispersed, only the Nine Kings remained.

"Elu, is there anything else?" The majesty pressed his forehead hard, "You have come back from victory these days, you have a lot of things to do, and brother is a little tired."

Jiu Wang knelt down and kowtowed his head: "Brother... I did something wrong, I should bring Longge Zhenhuang back to my brother! My brother forgives my ignorance, my brother really doesn't know..."

The majesty helped him up with both hands: "Elu, you misunderstood my brother. It is true that Boluha died. I am very heartbroken. But what is the use of my heartache? Even if you capture him back to Beidu, Can I not kill him? I am the monarch of the Kulig Conference. If I don’t kill him, the Five Departments will force me to kill him. Beluha must die, you kill him for me, so that I don’t get his blood on my hands , I feel better."

The majesty sighed faintly: "People in the world are getting faster. Last year, I killed King Dadri Khan of the Lanma tribe. This year, I killed Beruha. Erlu, the grassland is so big , There are fewer and fewer people who really support me as a maharaja. You are my bow and arrow in Qingyang, and you want to help me kill Qingyang’s enemies. My brother looks forward to you very much. You don’t have to return the tiger and leopard rider. From today onwards, Tiger and Leopard Cavalry will be your soldiers."

Jiu Wang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly knelt down again.

The majesty supported him: "What's the matter?"

"The tiger and leopard cavalry is the most powerful soldier in Qingyang, and the foundation for defending the northern capital. How can my brother transfer the tiger and leopard cavalry to the prince's tent? My brother dare not accept it."

"Afraid that someone will gossip? Afraid that people will say that Erlu has newly named the Great Khan and will occupy the military power? Maybe some people will say that the Erlu Great Khan has a strong army and will rebel?" The Maharaja patted the back of the Nine Kings , took his hand vigorously, "Elu, the heroes on the grassland are not afraid of gossip, we build our reputation by swords and military exploits. I will give you a tiger and leopard ride, because I think this strong soldier can be commanded freely by you, There are not many generals in Qingyang who can control tiger and leopard cavalry. Brother wants you to lead this cavalry to protect Beidu. No matter what others say, brother believes in you!"

The Nine Kings took a deep breath, broke free from the Maharaja's hand, knelt down and kowtowed vigorously: "If my younger brother still disappoints his elder brother like this, he doesn't have to live anymore!"

"Get up." The majesty lifted him up, "Elu, although you are not my real brother. But you have helped me win more battles than my brothers in these years. Between us There are some things that you don’t need to say. By the way, didn’t you find the jade I gave him in Longge Zhenhuang?”

"No, my brother searched."

"Oh...so did he say anything?"

"He only said that he must bring his head back to Beidu, so that the majesty can take a good look at it."

"Really? Beruha, do you still want to see me before you die?" Maharaja was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, "Go down first."