There were strong winds and heavy snow, and the iron-like snow particles mixed with the loess outside the Great Wall could cut people's faces to bleed.
The barren wilderness was filled with piles of corpses, and a ten-mile-long fishy wind blew. Swords, guns, and arrows were poking into the mutilated flesh, and a severed hand was still holding a flag. It was obvious that it was a fierce battle.
The setting sun is so red that it's about to drip down, and it burns people's eyes to tears.
The poor bones by the river are like those in a spring boudoir dream.
Only when the corpses and bones are piled together can one not be able to tell which one is from the Central Plains and which one is from the Northern Hu.
Seven miles northwest of the battlefield is the camp of King Yelulie of the Khitan.
The black wolf-tooth flag fluttered and the camp gate opened.
A group of prisoners from the Central Plains were bound hand and foot with iron chains, and were driven into the military camp with horsewhips. No men were left alive, and the prisoners were all women. They had just suffered a huge defeat, and the Hu people seemed to be very irritable.
Hua Fan mingled inconspicuously in the middle and rear of the team. She wore a simple off-white cotton robe, and her long forehead hair covered her eyes.
The Hu cavalry who chased away the captives whipped down a few times, causing the team to stagger even more. The camp door was slammed shut behind them.
There were sobs in the ranks. Most of these people were the family members of the guards or merchants. They had never suffered such foreign crimes. The sobs became more and more frequent and sad.
Hua Fan saw the prisoners in front of him, wearing embroidered cotton-padded jackets and light mink fur stained with blood, and wearing crooked flower hairpins and jade diamonds. Their jade faces were so pitiful that they were stained by tears, and he cried so hard that he wanted to cough.
Bleeding comes.
"Tsk, what a life-threatening idiot," Hua Fan thought.
The newly arrived fresh meat immediately attracted the attention of the barbarians. The hungry wolves almost pounced on them, salivating and talking nonsense, and pulled them randomly from the team. The prisoners howled even more miserably.
Several cavalrymen stepped forward, wielded whips and waved away the crowd surrounding the prisoners, shouting loudly in gibberish, and finally made the surrounding hungry wolves retreat unwillingly.
Hua Fan couldn't hear clearly what he was mumbling. Anyway, it was nothing more than "let the people above finish picking them for you."
The prisoners covered their torn clothes, messed with their hair and jewelry, and cried more noisily.
Hua Fan frowned because they were crying, "If you want to live, take good care of your heart. If you care about so many things when you are about to die, you will die quickly."
Before she crossed the Qinling Mountains, she heard the news of the war with Beihu.
At first, Yelu Lie captured the city of Liangzhou, and then occupied Yuyang and Qingzhou along the way. It was overwhelming. Later, Shangguan Jinnian led a personal expedition and attacked the city from Qingzhou to the north, regaining the lost territory along the way, and finally forced Yelu Lie back to Liangzhou.
outside the city.
When she arrived at Liangzhou City, Shangguan Jinnian's million-strong army was stationed in the city, and Yelulie's cavalry outside the fortress camped ten miles outside the city, forming a confrontation.
When Yelulie captured the city of Liangzhou, he massacred all the people in Liangzhou. He not only killed the living people, but also dug up the tomb of the famous general Tang Chong, exposed the corpse, crushed the bones, and scattered the ashes.
"You son of a bitch, I'm going to dig out the dog corpses of your eighteenth generation ancestors, chop them into fine pieces, and feed them to the dogs!" At that time, Hua Fan's fingers were trembling with anger.
"I want to kill Yelulie" she told Liu Shi.
"There is no need for you to put yourself at risk, Shangguan Jinnian will deal with him on his own."
When Shangguan Jinnian was mentioned, Hua Fan suddenly wanted to shed tears. Shangguan Jinnian was in Liangzhou and she was at the foot of Liangzhou City. This was the closest distance they had had in six years.
"I am the last member of the Tang family. How can I expect the enemies of the Tang family to protect the souls of my ancestors?"
But in her heart, she wanted to see Shangguan Jinnian like crazy. It had been six years. She even secretly longed for Shangguan Jinnian to climb the city wall at this time so that she could take a look from a distance.
Although there was a blood feud between them, her dependence on him had turned into a maggot attached to her bones. In the past six years, it had not faded at all, but instead bit her heart more and more. Damn it!
"I'm going to the Khitan camp. Can you find a way to open this lock?"
"If you risk your life, I will find a way. It's been six years, maybe your wings will grow again."
"....Why didn't you stop me?"
"How can I stop you? Six years ago or now, who can stop you, Shangguan Jinnian or me?"
"...."
"Do you think I will stop you like the script says, and then go with you in the end?"
"You want to follow, right?"
"I won't go."
"...."
"Why?"
Yan Honglei was silent. After a long time, he said: "Don't die in there."
The prisoners were led into a large tent. A huge brazier and half a lamb were roasting sizzlingly, making people salivate.
Several leader-looking barbarians were sitting on tiger-skin chairs, arguing loudly in barbaric languages. The decisive battle was imminent. The Khitans were now at a disadvantage and life was difficult.
Hua Fan took a look and saw that the one sitting in the middle should be Yelu Lie. His figure was uniquely sturdy and strong for the barbarians, and his face was also sharp and angular like a foreign race.
A slave pulled the captives one by one for the leaders to see and select the playthings for tonight. The women were crying, pushing and pushing them to death, and howling together with the pride of the Central Plains.
Yelulie was irritated and shouted something in nonsense. Immediately, several slaves drew their knives and pushed the prisoners away. Needless to say, they must have all been dragged out and killed.
The crowd finally fell silent, and then let out even more pitiful wails. A knife saw blood, and a woman in purple fell down. The trembling dolphin sounds of the women almost broke through the sky.
Hua Fan silently walked to the center of the big tent, knelt down softly and prostrated on the ground. She was so inconspicuous that several slaves did not know when she escaped.
She raised her head slightly and faced Yelu Lie. With milk-white skin, smooth jawline, soft light lips, and forehead hair covering her eyes, she looked even more innocent, like a harmless animal.
A kitten with white fur.
She actually sang a little tune, her voice was not loud, but it was very melodious. The melodious music from the gentle countryside in the south of the Yangtze River was unique in this wild land.
Only then did her companions notice her. The women gradually stopped crying and began to whisper to each other. The voices became louder and louder, and finally they turned into curses that the barbarians could not understand.
"Where did the little slut come from!"
"This treacherous and traitorous slave girl!"
"Spit!" they spat as they had enough strength.
Yelu Lie was calm, and casually took a short meat-cutting knife, walked up to Hua Fan, and pulled her forehead hair open with one stroke.
There is a red line on the forehead, with drops of blood oozing from it. They are a pair of very clear eyes, the water is shining without any impurities, and they are as transparent as crystal and are breathtaking.
The short knife pointed downwards and opened her coat without mercy, revealing a slender and fragile neck and a large area of snow-colored cold skin.
The knife opened another scar on the collarbone, Hua Fan's face became even softer, her tearful eyes were pitiful, and the blood spread on the snowy skin to form a coquettish flower.
Yelulie waved his hand. Both the leader's slaves and the prisoners of Sanzhen Jiulie all retreated. The tent suddenly became much emptier, and you could see the tent behind the screen that was covered with a whole piece of white tiger skin.
big bed.
He pulled off the flowery clothes with his big hands, and the snow-white underskirt covered the brilliant snow skin. The frame was slender and the waist was not round. He picked up her prey and walked towards the big animal skin bed.
Hua Fan grunted in pain, and his voice was very emotional in the rising temperature.