Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 5: Lifetime alliance 2

Fourteen years ago.

In the fourth year of Emperor Cheng of the Yin dynasty.

North 6, Hanzhou, the northern capital.

According to the chronology of the barbarians, this year is a windy year, the north wind comes early, followed by a blizzard, and it is rare to see the sky clear. The herdsmen of Qingyang around Shuofangyuan took their livestock and hid in Beidu City, pitched simple tents, and waited for the snow to clear. Two months later, the thin sheep were almost killed, and the fat sheep had already been slaughtered. The lambs could not survive the harsh winter, and almost all of them were slaughtered. However, the sky was still gloomy and iron gray, like the angry face of Pantar. It is said that the snow outside the city was even heavier, and the pastures by the Southern Iron Line River did not escape the blizzard. The roads were almost blocked, and there was no news from outside for several days. People couldn't help being frightened. There was a snowfall seventeen years ago, which could be compared with this one. The child was aborted because, even if it was born, it would not survive. Among the few children born in the northern capital city that year was the maharaja's youngest son, Lu Guichen Asule Pasur.

Pan Tatian God is angry, and is punishing Qing Yang, some people spread it in private. There was already a bad omen in Xia Tian, ​​the Maharaja who had always been healthy suddenly fell off his horse one day, and could not stand up ever since. The news in the Golden Tent Palace said that the Maharaja could no longer see anything, and all the government affairs fell into the hands of the Eldest Prince Bimogan. There was also news that several Great Khans and the Eldest Prince had quarreled in the Golden Tent, and in the end they almost pulled out. Knife relative. From then on, the kings of the Han Dynasty each guarded their own stockades and never entered the golden tent to discuss matters.

There were no more wild animals to hunt around, but a few hunters who did not give up were bitten to death by wolves. People panicked for a while, fearing that the blizzard drove the wolves in the north to the surrounding area of ​​Shuofangyuan.

Late at night.

The new wind rolled snowflakes as big as goose feathers, and swept past in groups, like a crack in the sky. The cold wind came in and flowed out through the gaps in the tent, like a low whimper. I don't know who is blowing the ja in the middle of the night, it sounds like a low whimper, and it is easily confused with the sound of the wind. It sounds like the person who blows the ja does not actually exist, but the wind is brought from far, far away.

"It sounds so desolate." The young man in sable fur murmured to himself.

He stood at the entrance of the tent with his hands behind his back, pushed aside the sheepskin curtain, and the snowflakes rushed in and dazzled his eyes. He closed his eyes slightly, opened them and looked outside silently, with a gloomy expression.

Another young man standing next to him became anxious: "Brother! This is not the time for us to lament. The swords and guns of the sweat kings are delivered to our throats. You can think of a way!"

"Tie You, you don't understand. Sometimes, after hearing too much of this sound, my heart feels like long grass, and I can't lift my spirits when it comes to swords and guns. Think about us and several uncles. After fighting for so many years, Xu Dahan was relegated to the outside world, so what is there to do? They are all descendants of Qingyang, and no one has benefited."

"Brother, if you say such things, the great Han kings have no mercy on us!" Tie You became even more anxious, "The scouts sent out reported that the sound of sharpening knives has been heard in the stockade of the Great Khan kings these days. , All the sheep were slaughtered and roasted, and the wine cellar was opened to drink day and night, this is to do it! Brother, you..."

"Is she asleep?" Bimogan ignored his younger brother and turned to ask the little slave girl who was waiting beside him.

"I fell asleep, I drank a bowl of meat porridge before going to bed, and I'm probably asleep now."

"You go over there to serve, no one else comes in here."

"Yes." The little slave girl answered and went out.

Only Bimogan and Tieyou were left in the tent, Bimogan bowed his head and pondered for a while: "When will my three uncles gather all the troops?"

"If they gather the three cavalry and all the slaves who can go to battle, there are 70,000 people in total, and it will take about five days. But if they only wait for the three cavalry to arrive, it will take three days at most. The tiger and leopard on Jiuwang’s side encountered a blizzard at the place where they crossed the mountain pass. It’s better to walk faster than to take a horse. I’m afraid there are still seven days to go. Brother, now there is no foreign aid, life and death are in our own hands, we can’t wait Already!"

"Three days..." Bi Mogan nodded, "Let our people stay alert and wait for the people from Chun Kingdom to come."

"Brother, are you still waiting for people from Chunguo at this time? People in Donglu are all foxes, and that Luo Ziyan is probably no exception!"

Suddenly there were chaotic voices outside the tent, and the little slave girl who had just left the tent ran back again.

"What's going on outside?" Bi Mogan frowned, "Didn't I tell you to serve my wife?"

"There are guests, the guests from East 6 are here!"

The voice of the little slave girl fell silent, and someone had already lifted the curtain. With the engulfing snow, a figure strode in. The black mink fur cloak was covered with dense snowflakes, which fell and fell on the thick woolen blanket, melting immediately. It was Banzalie who opened the curtain for him, Bimogan's most confidant companion, and he followed into the account, with the only remaining hand holding the saber at his waist.

"Brother Luo!" Bimo went up and grabbed the man's forearm.

"I risked half my life to see the eldest prince this time!" Luo Ziyan shook his head and shook off his hood, his face was green and his eyebrows were white with snow. A few years later, he grew a thin beard, because the hot air from his mouth melted the snowflakes, and there were a few thin ice edges hanging from his beard, making him look extremely embarrassed.

He threw away Bimogan's hand, walked quickly to the brazier and sat down, stretched out his hands from his sleeves to warm the fire eagerly: "Fingers are frozen, I'm afraid they will die if they continue like this."

"Just warming up to the fire is useless!" Sitting next to him, Bi Mogan saw that his hands were twisted and almost deformed. It was the result of holding the rein of the horse in the severe cold, "We still have to break it!"

"Leave it to the eldest prince!" Luo Ziyan handed over his hands.

"Bring oil!" Bimogan ordered the little slave girl.

He rubbed the oil on his hands, took Luo Ziyan's hand and rubbed it on the fire. Luo Ziyan's hand didn't look like a hand anymore, it felt like a stone, so cold that it made people shiver. The oil was almost full before Luo Ziyan's hand came back, but it was still twitching and twisting. With a little less strength than Mo Gan, he slowly squeezed one of his crooked knuckles, and suddenly exerted force.

Luo Ziyan took a deep breath, his face turned red, but he didn't groan.

"Only one finger is healed. If the joints are not loosened, we will only be able to hold the rein for the rest of our lives." Bi Mogan glanced at him.

Luo Ziyan opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue: "Prince, see if my tongue is frozen?"

"Of course not."

"Hehe," Luo Ziyan laughed coldly, "It's okay to be disabled. I'm just a lobbyist, not a character who holds a sword. If you keep this tongue, you can fight with the prince."

"Brother Luo is really a lobbyist who is not afraid of death." Bimo smiled dryly, "How did you get to this point?"

"I landed from Nanwang Gorge and headed north all the way. At first, there was only light snow. Halfway through, the heavy snow had reached the horse's chest. Along the way, I couldn't even find horse grass, and I couldn't tell the way. Thanks to the Yebei horse, which is really cold-resistant, and according to what the eldest prince said, I took the old horse with a dead foal last time, relying on the old horse to know the way, I found the channel of the Xuehao River, and followed the knot. The icy river touched the northern capital all the way, and of the fifty people it brought, only seventeen survived."

Bimogan nodded: "Our scouts can't find the way these days, and we can't receive any news from outside at all. It turns out that the snow in the south is really so heavy."

"Did the prince's scouts see the wolf?"

"Wolf?" Bimo Gan was stunned for a moment, his expression slightly changed.

Luo Ziyan looked stern: "If it wasn't for the wolves, we wouldn't have only seventeen out of fifty, and we encountered as many as three wolves along the way, ranging from a dozen to nearly a hundred. The last time I almost failed to escape from the wolf's kiss, thanks to the cleverness of one of my subordinates, I killed a few of my own horses and left them as food for the wolves, which saved my life."

"What color wolf?" Bimogan asked after him.

"White!" Luo Ziyan looked into his eyes, "I thought of it, and the eldest prince thought of it too."

"What?" Tie You saw that the two of them fell silent, but he didn't understand what they were talking about.

"White wolf regiment, they are the white wolves of Shuobei," Bimogan shuddered slightly, "That's right! Tie You, remember what I told you? That time we suddenly Encountering a pack of wolves, the head wolf is a big white wolf, who was killed by Asule with a knife, that is the big wolf from Shuobei."

"The pups in the northern part of Shuo can tame wolves?" Tie You was taken aback.

"There must be such a method. Donglu people have a grass called Mutian Liao, and the leaves are ground into powder for tigers to smell. Tigers are like cats. There must be a way to tame wolves. Since Shuobei can With wolf cavalry, there will naturally be a way to tame wolves. There are no such giant wolves that can ride around Shuofangyuan, only the northern ice fields come up."

"But at this time, even a mink is too cold to come out. How can a big wolf pack like the White Wolf Group brave the snow?"

Bimogan waved his hand: "The White Wolf Regiment is beyond what we can imagine. The wolf cavalry in Shuobei have not been dispatched a few times, and they are all wandering in the cold places in the north. It is said that they can coexist with wolves and hunt together. When there is no food, they will eat wolves. Lou Yan's white wolf pack has tens of thousands of wolves, but only a few thousand of them are riding white snow wolves. If they can’t hunt, they will let the snow wolves kill other wolves for food.”

Luo Ziyan endured the pain and nodded: "I've heard similar rumors, Lou Yan looks like a ghost."

"At this time, the wolf from Shuobei is riding over, could it be..." Tie You looked at his brother and Luo Ziyan tentatively.

"The situation is getting more and more chaotic. The three Great Khan Kings are mobilizing troops, and the heavy cavalry of the Nine Kings have no time to come back to support them. King Khan colluded with him." Luo Ziyan stared at Bimogan, "I told the eldest prince about the so-called allusion of killing with a knife in East Lu."

Bi Mogan was silent for a while: "Could it be that Xu Dahan also..."

"No," Tie You said, "According to the reports from the scouts, Xu Dahan is very quiet outside these days, and there is no movement. What's more, we have sent 800 Qingqi to watch him, even if he wants to move."

"Could it be that the uncles will go beyond Xu Dahan to seek the support of Shuobei? Then even if they get Beidu, how can they satisfy the appetite of Lou Yan's wolf?"

"The eldest prince is negligent," Luo Ziyan said, "Although Xu Dahan has lost the value of being used, the sons born to the Yan family in Shuobei are not just Xu Dahan and Guimu. Have you forgotten your youngest brother?"

"The wolf cub in Shuobei wants to help Asule!" Tie You suddenly understood, and his voice became louder, "If Asule really ascends to the throne, both Lou Yan and the Great Khan will benefit!"

"I can only say it's possible," Luo Ziyan waved his hand just after he recovered, "With Lou Yan's strength, it's still impossible to dominate Beidu, but if he supports his grandson to become the king, It might indeed be tempting for him to cooperate with the Great Khans. As soon as his wolves approached, the Great Khans immediately moved their troops. It may not be a coincidence. So I hurried on the road, even if I could be a little faster. Eldest Prince, this is a matter of life and death, you can't hesitate!"

Tie You stood up: "Brother Luo is right! Brother! The lifeblood of our Pasur family cannot be cut off here! I'm sorry for my ancestors! I'm also sorry for my mother!"

Luo Ziyan withdrew Bi Mogan's hand and stood up: "The eldest prince should make a decision soon! The majesty cannot afford to be seriously ill, and the Khan kings are sharpening their knives by the side. Lou Yan's Bai The wolves are approaching Beidu again, this is the moment of life and death, if you don’t die the Great Khan, you will die the Great Prince, and someone else has a butcher’s knife on his neck, can he still be like a mother-in-law like a woman?"

Bimogan sat silently, staring at the charcoal brazier lost in thought. The three of them stopped talking, and the sounds outside the tent became clear again, entangled and released in the wind one by one, like snow falling on the ground, and the snow under the pressure melted, slowly seeped into the soil.

"That sounds really desolate!" Bi Mogan said again when Jia's voice stopped.

The wind pulled the white banner in front of the tent, making a loud noise. Huma was wearing a heavy sheepskin jacket, holding a basin of fresh charcoal, hunched over and walked under the pole, looking up at the big banner that was shaking violently in the wind, his dry eyes were blown by the wind, and shed tears involuntarily. Tears come. She wiped it quickly, for fear of being frozen on her face by the cold wind. This was her fortieth year as a female official in the Golden Tent Palace, and she thought she might die. She had no husband, never had a child, and she was thrown in the snow when she died. When spring came, she set up a pile of grass and burned it, and that was it. Although I knew the result of being a female official in the Golden Tent Palace, I still can’t stop the sadness in my heart when I think about it now, but the Golden Tent Palace is like this, it’s a place for men, even if women are Da Yan’s side Yan’s, It's just a tool for holding a charcoal basin and holding mare's milk to give birth.

This was said more than twenty years ago by a girl with a dragon's blood flower in between. Her name was Lemo, and she later became the Cianyan family of Qingyangbu. She and her older sister were sent to the northern capital in a big cart to get married. When they got off the bus, her older sister was terrified, but the seventeen-year-old Le Mo stared at the majesty with all his strength, his face tensed. Tight, but couldn't hide the childishness. The Maharaja just smiled and asked Huma to serve her and live in the white tent. When the girl was led into the tent by Huma, she turned her head and said this indifferently. The Maharaja was only silent after hearing this.

Huma grabbed the rope and shook the brass bell in front of the tent.

"Is it Huma?" A man's low voice came from inside.

"It's me, adding charcoal to the brazier."

"Come in."

Huma opened the curtain and got in, hearing the sound of sharpening the knife. The white tent of the Zianyan clan was divided into two layers, inside and outside, and the outside was where the female slaves served. At this time, there was only a man in iron armor sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a whetstone to polish a brutal heavy knife in his hand. That was the younger brother of the Tie family, Tieyi Bahan Jilado, a well-known general in Qingyang. Ba Bang has been guarding here for less than half a month. Last time he and his elder brother Bach came to visit the Maharaja together, and they never left again. Huma doesn't know about men, but after being in the Golden Tent Palace for a long time, he can probably smell a little bit of it. Recently, there are rumors in the city that the eldest prince and several Khan Kings are shooting bows and arrows. It is very chaotic. There are also many unfamiliar faces. So a general Ba Bang personally guarded here, and he hasn't removed his armor for half a month.

Huma took out a bottle of wine from the charcoal basin, bent down and placed it beside Ba Bang with difficulty: "Gulqin's strong wine is for the general to drink."

Ba Bang nodded silently, expressing his thanks. Huma knew that the general was a heartless person, always grinning, but these days, Ba Bang has been serious, and when he has nothing to do, he takes out the whetstone to sharpen the knife, and lowers his head to think about something. Rather like his capable brother. Huma felt more and more heavy in her heart, and only hoped that this terrible winter would pass quickly.

Opening the curtain of the inner tent, Huma saw the elderly man on the bed. He was wrapped in a crimson red soft silk robe made in Dong Lu, and his still strong and broad chest was exposed from the open neckline. He was covered with ermine and lay quietly on his back. His eyes are open, but there is no life in them, the original sharp white cloud seems to have spread, and the pupils are gray. He held the woman's hand by the bed and didn't speak. The Maharaja has been like this since he fell off his horse. Huma knew that he could still see, but he couldn't see things on the left and right sides. He could only see things straight ahead, and it was also blurry. Since then, he has been thoroughly old, and needs to be served by people to eat and drink.

The woman beside the bed was smiling, humming something softly, one hand was held by the Maharaja, and the other arm was holding her beloved doll, sometimes pulling the side of her cheek thin braids. Cian Yan went crazy after giving birth, and has been like this for a long time, and she doesn't age anymore, as if she suddenly recovered to that seventeen-year-old girl wearing a dragon's blood flower

Huma stooped to add charcoal to the brazier.

"Lemo, are you there?" The Maharaja asked in a low voice, even though he was clasping the woman's hand.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm holding Asule, eating Huhei pine nut candy, listening to you tell me stories." Cian Yan smiled, "Asule is very good, not at all. Cry."

"You are here..." Maharaja sighed lowly, "Just now I had a dream, dreaming of my father."

Huma threw pieces of charcoal into the brazier, and sparks floated out, flashing and extinguishing in the air.

"I dreamed that my father held my hand and taught me how to shoot an arrow. His hand was so big that he could wrap my entire hand, hold me in his arms, and help me draw a 70-jin hard bow. Help me shoot a deer."

"He has always been like that, seeing others as puppets in his hands. At that time, he liked to take me up the city wall of Beidu, pointing at the people coming in and out below and saying, in the future you will graze my puppet. The flock..."

"When I was very young, he rode a horse, put me in front of the saddle, and took me to Nanwangxia to see the sea. In winter, there are a lot of snappers..."

Huma did not speak, she also served King Chindahan. The King Chindahan in her memory was not such a gentle person. He may have killed his companions who grew up with him because of his rage, expelled his most beloved mother, and some people even said that he hanged his daughter with a whip. She always thought that Maharaja actually hated her father.

She got up to go out.

"Huma," the Maharaja said behind his back, "take Lemo to rest, she is also very tired."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Huma went up to support Zian Yan, his eyes fell on the hand she was holding with the majesty, the maharaja let go of the hand, but **** were still hooked, and were hooked with those of Zan Yan. Cian Yan followed Huma to stand up, but did not let go, and turned to look at the maharaja like a child.

Huma's heart moved for a moment: "Majesty, Mr. Xiyan has rested in the afternoon, and he is not in a hurry to sleep. Let's talk for a while. We have newly added charcoal, and this tent is warm."

"Really?" The old man said in a low voice, "Lemo, are you tired?"

"I will accompany you to talk," said Cian Yan seriously, "A Sule will also accompany you."

After a brief silence, the old man clasped his hands tightly again. Huma felt sad and bewildered for a while. She still remembered the first day when Cian Yan slept with the maharaja, the maharaja was drunk, and the seventeen-year-old girl was crying like crazy in the tent, and the waiter outside the tent could hear The hearts of all the people were gripped. Just over twenty years later, the hands that were held by force tightened, as if they were born to be fused together. She thought that the Maharaja was going to die, so the wizard tore up Xuanming's bones and prayed to Pantar God, saying that the Maharaja would recover from his illness after winter. But Huma didn't believe it. The only person in the Qingyang Department who could penetrate God's heart was Dahesa. Dahesa had visited Maharaja several times. He once told Huma that God's heart cannot be moved. No one Heard of undead heroes.

"Lemo, it's really hot..." the Maharaja murmured, his head gradually tilted to one side, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Huma suddenly came back to his senses, and hastily put his hand into the Maharaja's nightgown, and felt the burning on his chest.

"It's hot!" Huma was taken aback, and hurriedly ran outside with her skirt in hand.

"Who?" Ba Bang, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly squatted up, pressing the handle of the knife with his hand, like a leopard gaining momentum.

Huma was frightened by him: "It's me, go get the ice milk for the majesty, the majesty's body is hot."

Ba Bang didn't lift his guard, he didn't look at Huma at all, but stared at the curtain of the tent. The thick old sheepskin curtain was vibrated by the wind and clattered against the wooden frame.

"It's me," a steady voice came from outside, "bring medicine to father."

"Prince..." Ba Bang breathed a sigh of relief.

The curtain was lifted, Bi Mogan took a glance, and nodded to Ba Bang and Huma respectively. Several companions followed him in, holding lacquered wood medicine boxes in their hands. Huma also breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the eldest prince is married, he is different from the past. He does things calmly and dignifiedly. He sits in the golden tent and handles matters for the majesty. He brings medicine and Dong Lu's doctor to visit from time to time at night. Among the several princes, the third and fourth princes were expelled to the pasture outside. The second prince was also fond of spirits and women, so he came to visit his father with a quick glance. Ask Maharaja Huma about his diet recently.

"The eldest prince came just in time, the majesty is hot, I have to hurry to get some iced goat milk."

"No hurry," Bi Mogan took her arm, "Let the doctor take a look first."

"Is the doctor here?"

Bimogan looked at the companions behind him: "Two of them know a little about herbs, let me go in and see my father first."

Bi Mogan opened the curtain to enter the inner tent, but Ba Bang glanced at the curtain of the tent, with a slightly uneasy expression: "Prince, outside..."

Bimogan waved his hand, indicating that he needn't say more, and dragged him into the inner tent together.

"Le Mozaiyan," Bi Mogan pressed his chest, greeted the woman first, and then slowly approached the bed, "Father."

"Bimogan my son, is that you?" The Maharaja was still looking straight at the top of the tent.

"It's me. There are a few things that are very urgent recently. My father is sick, so I shouldn't have come to bother me, but if I don't make a decision in time, I'm afraid it will be Qingyang's disaster, so I came here late at night." Bi Mogan looked Looking at the old man on the bed, he lowered his eyes and looked at the ground.

"What's the matter, you deal with it. I'm sleepy."

"Can father take a look? Just take a look."

"What?" Maharaja turned his head hard.

The companions holding the medicine box took off the lid, and blood dripped down. Huma screamed and stumbled back. Ba Bang was about to jump up violently, a few swift companions rushed up and put the knife on his throat, forcing him to retreat and stick to the tent, while the other stepped forward and grabbed Zian Yanshi by the collar Drag her away from Maharaja's bedside.

"Prince!" Ba Bang shouted.

"Ba Bang, you and your brother have been preventing me from doing this, but it's too late." Bi Mogan still lowered his head and sighed softly, "It's a foregone conclusion."

The inside of the box is not medicine, but a human head. Huma could clearly recognize the appearance of the three Great Khans, Taigor, Suha and Gele. They still kept their eyes wide open, as if they couldn't believe everything in front of them until they died.

"The three uncles gathered slaves and their three tents of soldiers, intending to cause chaos and overthrow my father. When I received the news, it was too late to discuss with my father, so I could only lead my troops into the uncles' stockade immediately. Uncles Calling the slaves to resist, the son has no choice but to order to be killed on the spot. The son has overstepped his father's majesty, please forgive him, this is for the future of Qingyang. The father wants to blame the son, and the son is willing to accept it."

Bimogan looked at the old man on the bed, his eyes widened, and he stared fixedly at the three heads, as if he was staring at them. His lips trembled violently, but he couldn't speak, something came out of his gray eyes, it was hard to tell whether it was shock or sadness. The side Yan who was dragged away from the bed yelled to hit the companion's hand, other than that, there was no sound in the tent. Bimogan looked at his feet, not knowing whether he was afraid to face his father, or was thinking about something.

After a long time, Maharaja seemed to have his bones removed, and fell limply back on the bed.

"My... good son, you still did it. I expelled Xu Dahan for you, because I thought your heart was wider than Xu Dahan's, and you could accommodate your brothers and uncles, Although they are your enemies," he panted, as if talking to himself in a low voice, "but you still do it, my good son... what else do you want from your father?"

"Father is getting old, and when the weather warms up, he should go to the south to recuperate. The son can take care of the northern capital for his father. Xu Dahan was expelled, and Asule is far away. The son wants his father to write a book by hand. " Give the leopard tail and the white flag to the son." Bi Mogan raised his head and stared at the old man, "Now the rebels who followed the uncles have been taken outside, the nobles and generals have also been summoned by the son, and the father is in public Announce that the rest will be handled by the son. I promise not to disappoint my father."

"Don't let me down...don't let me...down..." Maharaja laughed lowly, "My son, you rushed into your father's tent and treated people like your mother roughly, taking The sword threatened the general who is loyal to you, and you did not disappoint me."

His voice became blurred: "Father, the fate of the Pasur family has been repeated generation after generation..."

"Come here," he whispered after a moment of silence, "let me see you."

Bimogan moved a little bit, then backed away: "Is father blaming me?"

"What can I blame you for? Take the leopard tail, put it on my wrist, pick it off myself, and be the maharaja of Beilu, isn't this what you always wanted?"

Bimogan looked back at the companions, Banzalie nodded vigorously to him, and the other companions followed suit. Bimogan no longer hesitated, he strode up and sat on the edge of the bed, leaned out and grabbed his father's hand. As he crossed over his father, he looked down and caught the old man's eyes. Those eyes were looking at him too.

"I see clearly...it's a ridiculous face." The old man said in a low voice.

Bimogan's heart skipped a beat.

The Maharaja suddenly sat up! No one could believe that this sick man suddenly regained the strength of a lion. With one hand, he grabbed Bimogan's neckline fiercely, and with the other hand, he pulled out the epee that accompanied him all his life from the side, and put it on his son's neck. superior. He turned his head and looked around, the light in his pupils was like a knife, and everyone couldn't help but want to kneel down. Bimogan wanted to struggle, but he found himself in his father's hands like a bird with its neck stuck.

The old man stood up, gasped heavily, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Let them go! Let them go! Or I'll kill your master!"

The companions could not resist his majesty, they threw down their sabers one after another, and knelt down together. Ba Bang took the opportunity to draw his sword, kicked several companions together, and pointed the knife at the back of their necks: "My lord, what should we do now?"

The majesty did not look at him, but looked straight at Bimogan: "My son, my stupid son! You don't understand the rules of this grassland at all! You think you are cruel enough to strike first , can you be the maharaja of the grassland? Then why don’t you kill all the people? Then no one can compete with you for power! Do you know that those tigers and wolf cubs outside are staring at your northern capital? , they'll rush in and open your chest and dig out your heart, and put it with the heads of your uncles! You think you've got everything ready, you've summoned everyone here to see your glory, Good! I'll let you see!"

He looked back at Ba Bang: "Let go of those people, let them take their heads and come with me!"

He dragged Bi Mogan out with big strides, the strong young man was simply a corpse that could not resist in his hands. The curtain was lifted, and the wind and snow rolled in together, hitting his naked chest like a heavy hammer. His robe flew up, and so did his disheveled head, like an angry lion. Huma stared blankly at that figure, feeling like she was in a dream.

"Goler...Goler...Goler..." Cian Yan read the Maharaja's name blankly, then she suddenly dropped the baby in her arms and cried loudly, "Guoler!!!"

She wanted to rush out, but Huma hugged her waist nervously, she couldn't struggle, and stretched out her hand to the back, as if to grab him.

There were tears all over her face.

Countless braziers were lit on the snowy ground, illuminating the surroundings brightly.

I don't know how many people surrounded the tent, and they all knelt down in horror. Only the proud old man stood in the middle, holding his son in one hand and the epee in the other, he raised his head to look at the sky.

Ba Bang also knelt down, followed by his companions holding the head.

There was no sound.

Bimogan is no longer struggling. His heart was full of despair, he knew he was going to die, as long as his father was still standing, he would own the entire northern capital, this city was guarded by his father all his life, even Bi Mogan's companion would not dare to He drew his sword in front of the Maharaja. But at this moment, Bi Mogan didn't want to think about failure, he was only thinking about that woman, and thinking about the "ding-ding" bell on her head. He regretted it very much. Now he only wanted a piece of grassland to graze with her, but there was no chance.

The old man took a breath of cold air, pointed at the heads behind him, and roared in a deafening voice: "You all know these people! They are my brothers! They are dead now, my son Bimogan Kill them..."

He panted heavily, and took another deep breath: "Bimogan has done a good job! Those who rebelled! Those who violated their ancestors! They are not from our Qingyang! There is no land to bury them on the grassland!"

Bimogan raised his head to look at his father in astonishment, he had already been dragged to stand up straight without any explanation.

The majesty tore off the leopard tail on his wrist, stuffed it into Bimogan's palm, held his wrist and raised it high: "My son, Bimogan, is my most beloved son! I His health is no longer good, I want to pass the seat to him, and he will be your master from now on! The leader of the Kulig Conference! The new king of the northern capital!"

There is only the sound of wind and snow, and people cannot see everything in front of them.

"Hail now! Hail your... new Maharaja!" growled the old man.

There was a brief silence, and then the whole snow field boiled up. People prostrated themselves and buried their heads in the snow. Diffuse high.

Bimogan stood in the middle of the crowd blankly, shaking hands vigorously, the warmth of the leopard tail came from the palm of his hand, this was something he had been looking forward to for many years, and he always wanted to know what it would be like to hold it. He felt that everything was just a dream.

His hand suddenly fell, because he lost his father's support. The old man's body leaned on his shoulders, and Bi Mogan leaned over to hug him, and heard his low voice: "My stupid son, I have done everything I can for you..."

Bimo was stunned for a moment, he felt that the cup-sized piece in front of his chest was numb, and then it hurt violently, that kind of pain, as if something had split from it.

The son of King Chindahan, Lv Song Guoleer Pasur, died in the harsh winter of the fourth year of Emperor Yin Dynasty. Amidst the cheers of thousands of people, he leaned on his son's shoulder, his body slowly The ground cooled down.

For the monarch who has ruled the grassland for thirty years, the evaluation of later generations is not outstanding. He inherited the vast Hanzhou from his father. He also personally wielded the epee and fought blood with the most powerful enemy Shuobei. Fight hard and save the northern capital at the critical moment of life and death. However, he never led his people to leap horses to expand the territory, nor did he really let the poor shepherds live a prosperous and peaceful life. When he was old, he killed Dadri, the Lanma tribe who supported him the most because of his stupidity. King Khan even ordered the Tiger and Leopard Riders to completely wipe out the weak Zhenyan tribe, leaving tens of thousands of corpses in the Tiexian River in the setting sun. The most objectionable thing is that he actually bowed his head to the untrustworthy Donglu people like a fox, bowed his head to a vassal state of Donglu as a barbarian master to form an alliance, and sent his youngest son to the land of tigers and wolves as a hostage. In short, his name is not shining under the name of his ancestor He Hewei, and there is no story about him in the lyrical qin songs of the wandering shepherds. People can't say that they dislike him, but they don't miss him either.

Until several years later, Lord Zhaowu of Qingyang stood on the top of the mountain with a sword and looked at his father's grave. He whispered that my father was an eagle-like king, and he loved this grassland deeply.