Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 3: The first son of the world
Three months later, North 6 ushered in its spring.
The wind brings moisture and warmth from the Chuliao Sea. The huge ice armor cracked, snow water flowed from the cracks, the land that had been silent for a long time was exposed to the sun again, and the fresh air was breathed heartily. The green spring water surges along the undulating grasslands to the horizon.
Creeperflowers are the first to bloom. It is said to be a chrysanthemum, but it is actually a weed. It crawls on the ground and blooms small bright yellow flowers, which are most resistant to desert and cold. As long as they have roots, they are immortal. When spring comes, two slender flower stems emerge from the leaf axils, and small bright yellow five-petal flowers bloom.
Shuofang was originally the place where creeping chrysanthemum bloomed the most in Hanzhou. Huge Flower Yin. Fifty years ago, Emperor Fengyan of Donglu who shocked the entire barbarians also evacuated Shuofangyuan in April in early spring. At that time, the sun shone on the grassland, the wind flowed against the earth, and thousands of small yellow flowers swayed, covering the dead bones left by the cruel war in the severe winter.
The vast grassland seems to be covered with a layer of golden sunlight.
"Is it the gold of the barbarians?" Emperor Fengyan said before riding his horse away, "The vitality of this land is far from exhausted."
The barbarians always have an inexplicable feeling for the creeping chrysanthemum. He also turned a blind eye to them, allowing them to secretly jump on the back of the horse and gallop across the grassland.
Two horses, one black and one white, galloped down the grassy slope. The traces of horses stepping on yellow flowers are like two sword lights, piercing the silence of spring.
Both are young ponies, their chests are quite broad, their manes are strong and their legs are thin, and their muscles tremble like water waves when they run. The knight on horseback is also a young man, aged twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a sleeveless soft armor made of fox fur, which is the favorite clothing of rich barbarian children.
The teenagers held their bows, their hands were off the reins, and they sat calmly on the violently ups and downs of the horses. The tiny yellow flowers were kicked up by the horses' hooves, and they fell gracefully, like light yellow snow blowing up behind the horses. . The two riders competed forward and back and forth suddenly, and their riding skills were comparable.
The hornbow feet in the hands of the teenagers are two and a half feet long, and the sandalwood back is made of beef tendon as the strings. It is a large bow standard used by adults. Spike arrows were set on the bowstring, and both of them followed the little white thing in front of them, bouncing and bouncing, looming among the yellow flowers and green grass nearly a foot high, zigzag flexibly and galloping.
There are only twenty or thirty feet away from the prey, and the eyes are wide open. The little thing also knows the crisis, and he bumps around and wants to avoid it, but after all, he is not as fast as a horse. The young man on the white horse clamped his mount fiercely, and the white horse neighed and kicked hard, instantly surpassing the black horse by half its length. At this moment, he opened his arms, drew his horn bow fully, and the black-edged arrowhead gleamed coldly in the sunlight. The young samurai on the black horse was in a hurry, and he clamped his mount hard. The black horse rallied and got ahead of the white horse again. The boy on the black horse slanted, blocking his companion's view. He only had a momentary chance, but the momentary advantage was enough. He pulled out the horn bow with all his strength, and the arrow locked the prey that jumped up suddenly.
The ear-piercing whistle sounded behind him!
"It's an arrow!" The boy on the black horse felt a chill in his heart, turned his head abruptly, and looked up at the sky involuntarily. A figure was on top of his head, covering the glare of the sun, and the sun was coated with a layer of dazzling golden light around the figure, so brilliant that it was impossible to look at.
"Bazaar!" The boy on the black horse called out his companion's name.
Baza jumped up from the saddle, stepped on the saddle bridge, drew his bow and released an arrow. Worthy of his nickname of "Eagle-eyed Man", the bowstring snapped, and the feathered arrow disappeared like a meteor, nailing the jumping prey back into the grass.
Bazar landed on the ground without stopping, and quickly chased after him. He grabbed the grass and grabbed the little thing that was hit by the arrow. It was a small white rabbit, whose body was covered with chalk, making it even more conspicuous. Although it was hit by an arrow, it still struggled with its two front paws. The arrow pierced through its small round tail and did not hurt its vitals.
"It's mine! I shot first, brother, you lose again!" After shooting the rabbit, Bazaar's excitement was written all over his face. He picked up the two ears of the rabbit and danced there, imitated the crab walk, and made funny faces at his brother.
His elder brother Baloo caught the black horse and cast a glance at him, displeased, but there was nothing he could do.
Balu and Baza are the two sons of Qingyang General Ba Bang. Dong Luwen's names are Tieyan and Tieye, and they are only one year apart in age. They are both companions of the eldest son Asule. Both of them are the bravest among the noble children. Balu is good at swords and horses, but when riding and shooting, his younger brother Baza is more flexible and flexible.
Balu and his younger brother shoot hunting competitions, and they always lose more than they win. Just now, blocking his younger brother's line of sight was already cheating, but his younger brother's arrows shot through the air, just like the arrows. He knew in his heart that he was far behind in riding and shooting, but he refused to admit it.
"Isn't it just to shoot the rabbit, when have you ever won a knife competition?" Baloo muttered.
Baza ran back to his white horse, squinted one eye and stuck out his tongue at him: "Yak, yak."
Balu has a burly figure, full of brute strength, but inflexible, and has a nickname of "Yak", which Baza always uses to laugh at his brother, and never tires of it.
"You!" Baloo suddenly raised his head and stared at his younger brother.
He is not as smart as Bazaar, and sometimes he gets angry when he is bullied too much, and he grabs his younger brother to the ground and beats him to vent his anger. Bazaar was also a little afraid of his anger, so he covered his mouth: "Don't say it, don't say it."
Ba Lu suddenly felt a little uneasy, and looked around: "Strange, where is the prince? Where is the prince?"
Baza was also stunned for a moment, thinking of this: "Well, it's strange, just now I was riding behind, but now I can't see the shadow."
Baloo urged his horse to rush up to the nearby grass **** to look out, turning around restlessly. You can see four or five miles from here, but there is no one in the yellow grassland. Baloo's complexion gradually changed, turning livid. Bazaar was a little scared and didn't dare to make a sound.
"But you said that today you look at Shizi, you know how to be strong!" Balu finally got angry, and pushed his younger brother off the horse in hatred, "What's the big deal about shooting a rabbit, The prince is gone again, what should I do?"
Baza fell into the creeping chrysanthemums, but it didn't hurt. He didn't dare to refute. He scratched his head and muttered in a low voice: "My lord, my lord, it sounds good. Sooner or later, he will be destroyed by the majesty. It's just with us The same child who loses himself will come back, who will harm him?"