Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 1: Wild Wild Three
The entire camp was burning, turning half of the night sky red.
The Ninth King of Qingyang, Lu Baoyin Elu, rode his horse and stood, staring at the head with the light of the fire, savoring his last expression. After many years of fighting, it was the first time he saw a person die so peacefully. The expression at the last moment was fixed there, and after watching for a long time, I felt a vague sadness.
A centurion riding a tiger and leopard presented the scarlet box, and the Nine Kings put the head in the box: "This is the head of a lion. I want to show it to the majesty. Be careful not to lose it."
He turned to the noble warrior who was immediately beside him: "Bimogan, haven't you found your brother yet?"
Bimogan, the eldest son of the Pasur family of the Lu family in the Qingyang Department, shook his head: "The tiger and leopard cavalry rushed straight into the camp. They were not encircled, and all the people were dispersed. Asule was not found. Don't... ..."
The Nine Kings were silent for a while, and shouted at the centurion: "Send an order to search every tent. Even if it is a corpse, find the prince from inside!"
The sound of crying and the sound of horseshoes filled the ears, figures flickered in the firelight, cavalrymen in black armor and black horses galloped between the tents, they threw torches at the empty tents, and the whole camp turned into a raging sea of flames. The journey was so long that these tents could not be brought back to Beidu as spoils of war, so they had to be burned on the spot, and the Zhenyan Department had become history.
Looking at the lonely moon hanging on the zenith, the Nine Kings took a deep breath.
A tiger and leopard rider rode out of a burning tent pulling a woman's head, her legs dragging on the ground, struggling desperately. She was still a young woman, without leather boots, and her calf under the skirt was white and delicate, bloodshot all over the ground. Maybe it was because she struggled too hard, the tiger and leopard rider raised his knife and cut off the head, the scarlet blood splashed on the ground, the tiger and leopard rider carried the head and rode away. The woman's hand hidden in her bosom fell out limply, holding a sharp short knife.
The Nine Kings thought for a moment: "Pass my order! If a man is older than a horsewhip, half of the women will be kept, and the old ones will not be kept."
The centurion bowed on horseback: "Yes!"
"The massacre order? Uncle...that's 70,000 people..." Bimogan stopped in mid-air with his outstretched hand.
The Nine Kings pressed his arm down: "Don't think of the enemy first when you encounter problems. Bimogan, think about how many people were killed by tigers and leopards in this battle. The soldiers joined us in battle, they want treasures, cattle and sheep I also want women, and if they win, let them be happy and do whatever they want."
"But the massacre order..."
"Bimogan, don't be soft-hearted. Those who do great things must have the determination to do great things. These people are no longer useful to us, don't be blinded by blood, and see the future. Exterminate Zhenyan Ministry, you still don’t know what kind of great event we have accomplished.” Jiu Wang rubbed his nose, as if smelling the rich aroma of wine, “The smell in this wind reminds me of King Tieqin galloping on this grassland. In the era of the past, the new glorious and prosperous age of the barbarians is about to begin."
Bimo Gan froze for a moment, the wind only had a strong smell of burning and blood.
[History]
The end of Yin and the beginning of Xiechu in history was a sad era.
Heroes have not yet been born in the cradle of steel, the world is struggling in turmoil and war.
Hanzhou in the northern land is under the control of the seven barbarian tribes, and the leader of the seven tribes, the Qingyang tribe, rules the grassland as the king of the northern land. And the vast Donglu belongs to the ancient and noble Yin Dynasty, and sixteen vassal states guard the sacred capital of the emperor in the shape of an iron barrel.
However, the age of peace is over. Whether it is the great emperor of the Eastern Continent or the maharaja of the Northern Continent, they are unable to maintain a huge country. The royal power has fallen, and ambitious people are competing to step into the battlefield to take their place in the troubled times.
In the second year of Emperor Yin Chaoxi, Lu Guichen Asule, the eldest son of the Qingyang tribe, was sent to the Zhenyan tribe to recuperate on the warm and humid grassland in the south.
Three years later, the Zhenyan tribe raised its banner to withdraw from the Kulig Conference of the Grassland Council controlled by the Qingyang tribe, and began a war against the rule of the maharaja. As a result, the rolling iron flow came from the north, and the tigers and leopards of Qingyang washed the Tenghea Grassland in the south with blood.
In the early spring and April of the fifth year of Emperor Xi, the army of Qingyang Nine Kings Lu Baoyin Erlu broke through the last camp of the Zhenyan tribe. Ha, cut off his own head in the chaos. The Zhenyan tribe was exterminated, and the weakest of the seven grassland tribes disappeared forever. The masters of Qingyang—the Lu family's Pasur family— once again defended the majesty's dignity with blood.
And in the same month, in the Eastern Lu Zhongzhou, a red tide-like cavalry army marched into the gate of Tianqi City, the imperial capital of the Yin Dynasty. The lion of the Eastern Continent, Ying Wuyi, a feudal prince from the "Southern Man" Li Kingdom, rode his horse straight to the Taiqing Palace, standing upright at the foot of the steps without kneeling. For the first time in seven hundred years, the emperor succumbed to the sword and became a puppet in the hands of his courtiers.
The old era has been destroyed, and the new era is built on the bones of soldiers and the blood and tears of women and children.
Forty-five years later, Daxie's official history "Xiehe Hanshu" went back to describe this troubled time and said: "At the beginning, the emperor lost his position, and the situation changed.
Strong heroes value achievements but despise human life. Relying on a three-foot sword, they fight for the world. The old and the weak want to steal their lives and end up in chaos.
At this time, the world is a melting pot, and all things are fuel, and blood and tears are fried in it.
Therefore, the hero has a song of sorrow, and then he uplifts his might, sweeps away the wind and clouds, establishes the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and holds the handle of the world. "