Chapter 1 The Frontier Child
"Hu~~~".
The north wind blows the hundredth grass, and snow falls in August.
Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze coming, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The bead curtain scatters into the wet silk curtains, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horn bow cannot be controlled, and the guardian's iron clothes are hard to keep.
The vast sea is covered with ice a hundred feet, and the sorrow clouds are bleak and condensed thousands of miles away.
The Central Army set up wine and drinks to the guests, with Huqin, Pipa and Qiang flute.
The evening snow fell down the gate, and the wind blew the red flag and the cold was not over.
I sent you to the east gate of Luntai. When I went there, the snow was covered with Tianshan Road.
I can’t see you when you turn around and you can’t see you, but there are horses on the sky above the snow.
The darkness of the night during the day is like the coldness of the present people who do not understand the coldness of the ancients.
A gust of wind blew up, blowing the dead grassland, no one was seen, only the strong wind whistled through the world.
The north wind blew the dead grass. A child four or five years old, wearing a thick fox fur hat, looked at the endless grassland from afar, slowly stretched out from his sleeves, and breathed, and the breath instantly condensed into ice water.
"The ancients did not see the moon today, but the bright moon shines on the ancients today."
The child's voice instantly disappeared in the howling north wind. His hands were placed in his sleeves. Zhang Bairen tightened the coat in front of him, and his body was a worn cotton coat. It could be regarded as a cotton coat. His little face was red with cold. In the howling north wind, Zhang Bairen's eyes were filled with melancholy.
The fingers were counted in the sleeve: "How many years have you been? Four years? Can anyone tell me where this is?"
Zhang Bairen's eyes were filled with purity, like the pure stream, like snow that had not yet completely melted on the grassland.
Zhang Bairen sniffed, looked at the West with his eyes, and frowned: "What a strong smell of blood, those Turks are invading the border again."
Every winter, the Turks would invade borders, plunder the borders, burn, kill, loot, and do everything they want. Even the people on the border were made into human meat and bacon by the Turks to spend the winter. If they were not born in this era, they would never think of the cruelty of this era. Everyone was using everything to survive.
I have been here for three years. According to Zhang Bairen's inference, I should be in Hebei, probably the generation of Beijing, Jilin and Heilongjiang in the 21st century of New China.
Yes, according to the algorithm of the 21st century, Zhang Bairen's eyes rolled and his clothes were tightened.
Hebei, this is the only news that Zhang Bairen knows. For farmers who live on the border by grazing or farming and are ignorant of their eyes, it is already quite difficult to know Hebei.
"The Great Sui Dynasty!" Zhang Bairen took a deep breath. During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, there was Hebei Road. This was the only thought of Zhang Bairen after hearing the three words Hebei.
For a child, who is surrounded by illiterate men and has never left the house, it is difficult for Zhang Bairen to know other news.
Reducing his sleeves, Zhang Bairen walked calmly and followed the smell of blood.
Climbing a mountain more than 20 meters high, Zhang Bairen looked into the distance, smoke and dust rolled up, blood was everywhere, and the two sides fought continuously, countless corpses fell, and the dead souls soared into the sky.
The dead soul is indeed the dead soul.
"What a tragic battle. The Turks are in a bitter and cold place all year round. They are all barbarians, fierce and fearless people. They fight for life all day long. On the contrary, although the court has excellent equipment, they are pampered and have a good life. For various reasons, they cannot be completely at the top of the peak. Sometimes they will even be suppressed." Zhang Bairen rubbed his hands slowly, looked at the battle in the distance, and his mouth slightly raised: "Interesting!"
When the two sides fight together, sometimes brute force and ruthlessness cannot become bargaining chips for victory. The real decision-making leverage is actually courage and excellent equipment.
Although the Turks were fierce, the soldiers of the Great Sui Dynasty were all wearing armor and holding swords of hundreds of refining in their hands. They were extremely sharp and faced with the soldiers of the Great Sui Dynasty. The Turkic soldiers were simply a scumbag.
However, although the equipment is not as good as the Great Sui Dynasty, the Turks were in bitter and cold places all year round, without the prosperity and confusion of Middle Earth, and the six desires were confused. The Turkish masters were not easy.
A big flag was flying in the north wind. Under the flag was a young general in his twenties. Without the north wind blowing, the young general was wearing silver-white armor, standing there like a wax figure, with one hand on the long knife around his waist, as if he was frozen.
"The Qi and blood soar into the sky, and it seems that they are also a master." Zhang Bairen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his nose itchy.
This young white-robed general Zhang Bairen has seen him, or to be precise, he has seen him several times from a long distance. He is cruel and ruthless, and he is young and should have been forged.
"call".
Seeing that the Turks were about to retreat, a thin man in a leather jacket behind the Turks, who was hiding in a windbreaker, slowly walked from the sky and looked at the battlefield from afar.
"It's him again!" Zhang Bairen smiled: "This guy is just a dog skin plaster. He looks old and is about to die, but he has the Tao to practice the truth. If he does not have the age limit, he will never die."
As long as people in practice have some ability, they will know their life span. Just like Zhang Bairen, he feels that he is living a good life. Although he has not started practicing, Zhang Bairen's body is extremely healthy.
A innocent baby who does not change color when the mountain collapses, is the realm of pure yang.
Zhang Bairen clamped his fists, not the fists of ordinary people, but the fists of people in practice.
People in practice have a name called "Sharpening and Resilience". Sharpening means that the five fingers are opened and bent into the palm with their thumb. It should fall right at the base of the ring finger, and then slowly hold it with the other four fingers.
If you observe the baby carefully, you will find that when the baby does not understand worldly affairs, his palms often clench it like this.
Or you can clench your fists and stick them behind your body, shaking slightly up and down with your body. This is called "running water does not rot and the door hinge does not rot". As for the principle, I won't talk about it. The biggest effect of this method is to stimulate the kidney qi, which is usually enough for three to five minutes.
Back to the point, the staggering old man stopped and looked at the battlefield from afar. He suddenly fell to the ground with his mouth open and closed, and his voice was like a big drum. Even Zhang Bairen could hear it clearly. However, if he listened carefully, he found that the words were vague and sobbing, and the important words could not be heard at all.
"Pretending to be a ghost is just praying for your immortality," Zhang Bairen sneered.
"Buzz".
The earth shook gently, and a stream of dust rose up, but it rose up in a few breaths, flying sand and stones, and the power of heaven and earth was undoubtedly revealed at this time.
The sand and gravel were rolled up, regardless of the enemy. The Turks were prepared for a long time, and each fell to the ground, covering their heads with a wide leather jacket.
The Turks shepherd cattle, horses, and sheep are the most fur.
On the contrary, the Sui Dynasty's army was caught off guard and was so blown away by the sand and gravel that they couldn't open their eyes and lay on the ground.
"Bastard! Have the ability to fight openly!" The young general suddenly opened his eyes, and the shaking birds flew up in the mountains, but were poured into his mouth by sand and gravel. I don't know how much sand and gravel he ate.
Zhang Bairen shook his head: "The priest of the grassland, the leader of a tribe, will he fight with you in close combat, unless his head is broken."
Zhang Bairen clearly saw that the grassland people retreated without any rush. The soldiers of the Sui Dynasty were already confused by the wind and sand in the sky, and their eyes were roaring in their ears. They could not tell the enemy and us, and they could not pursue them at all.
"One move will be eaten all over the world." Zhang Bairen shook his head. There is no need to say much about this battle. The victory or defeat will be decided. If the Turks were not defeated, the key was that the sacrificial warriors would have to be wiped out.
"Master! This is the power of a mage." Zhang Bairen sighed softly.
"Bastard!" Seeing that the wind and sand stopped, the young general opened his eyes and looked at the Turkic people who disappeared from the horizon with his eyes fiercely. He cursed and then blew the horn.
All the Turks were stripped of clothes, and obviously there was no such thing as a bad thing here. The soldiers looked at the fur they had taken off, and they were all happy and their eyes were full of smiles. In the cold winter, fur was not a bargain.
Chapter completed!