Chapter 194: Zhaolin's Chronicle 1--Mountain and Snow (extra about the dead eunuch, don't be sure if you don't like it)
As the saying goes,
The white pine wheel hangs in Xing'an Mountains,
The bad snow cannot hide the soul of the lost earth,
Lian Po will surely be able to wear armor again,
Slay the demons and subjugate them to determine the universe.
Zhaolin is also nearly fifty years old. ??
He never dared to say that he was the God of War for a lifetime, but everyone in Dameng knew that Zhaolin's existence could make people on the border sleep peacefully.
Today's Ninggu Pagoda is extremely fierce in style, and the snow is extremely crazy.
People don’t know that two hundred years later, on the other side of the earth, the Dutch stepped into the Arctic Circle for the first time in human history.
That winter, on the third day of the lunar calendar, which is familiar to our flower-growing country, the temperature measured at the first scientific research station in the Arctic was minus 35 degrees. On that day, the temperature in Ninggu Tower was minus 37 degrees.
.
Zhaolin stood on the top of the mountain. In the distance, he could vaguely see a thin haze floating on the horizon. Zhaolin closed his eyes and smelled the smell wafting in the air. The halo was the food of at least 200,000 enemy troops.
There was smoke from the cooking pots. It looked like it was only two to three days away.
The wind and snow came together and blew harder. All the old hunters in Xing'an Mountains knew that on such days, with the white-haired wind, even the tigers, the kings of the mountains and forests, would have to find a hole to hide.
Zhaolin did not feel the cold, because he knew that hundreds of thousands of displaced Mongolian people were suffering from hunger and cold under the haze in front of them.
"If my aunt were still here and saw smoke coming from people's kitchens, she would definitely have set up camp to eat."
Zhaolin grinned under his frost-covered beard, and subconsciously touched the giant ax in his hand. This giant ax was originally a pair, and the most important person in his life used meteorite iron to protect him.
After the person died, Zhaolin nailed one of the axes deeply outside her residence.
At that time, the sixth elder brother Zhaojia had just inherited the throne and the emperor had become the Supreme Emperor. There was a weapon in the palace, which always hindered the peace. So Zhaojia sent a dozen young eunuchs to pull out the axe, but they couldn't pull it out at all.
Zhaojia was heartbroken and sent a group of imperial guards to dig out the axe. However, before he could get outside Aqiao's former residence, Zhang Lang stopped him with the Emperor's oral instructions, saying that it was auspicious for falling iron.
Town house
After that, the ax was still stuck outside the small house next to the Yangxin Hall, poking everyone's hearts.
The snow in the north was filled with ice particles, which jingled against Zhaolin's armor.
This set of armor, except for the one used by the Mongolian Emperor himself, should be the highest standard in the dynasty.
From top to bottom, a total of seven dragons are gilded and inlaid. Only the most respected royal family members are qualified to wear them.
This white helmet and white armor embodies many years of hard work by the top skilled craftsmen of the Mongolian Dynasty. The white armor is made of fine steel, which is light in weight and has good toughness. If it is cut by ordinary weapons, it will leave only a white mark.
But no one knows that the most difficult part of making this armor is to connect the joints of various parts of the body. It must not only ensure the protection ability, but also not affect the flexibility. Wearing the armor can make you move as if you are not wearing it. This core technology,
But it has always been in the hands of a few first-class officials in the Ouchi Manufacturing Office.
The edge of the armor is inlaid with pure gold, and seven giant dragons of different shapes are entangled all over the body. They exude a soft but firm light in the snow.
The thick cloak was surrounded by the fur of two white wolf kings. These two white wolves were originally a pair, and they were given to Zhaolin by the emperor himself when he took that man hunting in Akita many years ago.
Over the years, there have been hundreds of battles, big and small, but Zhaolin has never had one
He has lost, because that person told him that a man cannot lose even once in a war. (Actually, the original saying is that one can lose with one's integrity, but not with one's life.)
No matter how hard and difficult the situation was over the years, Zhaolin always thought about these words and persisted with one breath.
And these numerous military exploits also allowed him to rise to prominence.
Now Zhaolin is not only the eldest brother, but also the Prince of Dameng and Shuoyi, a first-class loyal and brave prince, commanding the Xianghuang and Zhengbai banners among the eight banners of Dameng, and even his teacher Hachaer who has been following him
, and now he is also the leader with the blue flag.
Just when I was thinking about the smoke, Hachaer came up from behind. Hachaer was also in his sixties. Although he was energetic and strong, his green hair had turned into white hair.
Hachaer took out a bowl of wine from his pocket and handed it to Zhaolin. Zhaolin took it and found that there was already a layer of ice floating on the bowl, but the bottom of the bowl was still warm.
Hachaer glanced at the ice in the wine and sighed, "Your Majesty, let me go and heat up another bowl for you. It was warmed just now and I brought it up, but in this damn weather, it actually froze after a while."
As he was speaking, the broken ice floating in the wine bowl actually connected into one piece and froze solidly.
Zhaolin smiled, cracked the ice in the bowl of noodles with his thick knuckles, mixed it with his fingers, and drank the wine in one gulp. "Auntie said, everything can be wasted, food and drink,
no."
Zhaolin turned around and looked at the ridge behind him. On the endless hillside, the mountains and fields were densely packed with Dameng warriors leading horses.
It was overwhelming like a tide, and even the flying snow and dense forest could not cover it.
One step at a time, they stepped uniformly, and the sound shook the trees. This vast mountain was originally teeming with ferocious beasts. At this time, even the largest and cunning wolves were quietly cowering in the cave, waiting for the divine soldiers to pass by without daring to
Make a little noise.
These tens of thousands of elite soldiers are the most elite cavalry of the three banners of Banner Yellow, White Banner, and Banlan Lan. The three colors neatly divide the hillside into three parts. Looking at the yellow helmet and red-edged robes of the Banner Yellow Banner, Zhaolin even
There is a slight illusion of dreaming back to late autumn.
The soldiers were very fast, and it only took them five days to rush from Shanhaiguan to the north, but there was no trace of sleepiness on their faces.
This is Dameng’s hope.
"Hachaer, on the edge of the ridge, find a leeward place to make a meal. We are tired after these days. Let the brothers have a peaceful sleep. With this wind and snow and this distance, they will not make a sneak attack."
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This was probably the last meal before the war. The cavalry was on their way and they didn’t bring much supplies. They were lucky enough to catch a few wild boars from Maodong. In those days, wild boars had the same status as tigers in the mountains, and they were also dominant.
, I spent the whole day rubbing my body next to the pine tree, covered in pine oil and mixed with mane. Just like a tank, it could not be hurt by ordinary swords. It was really a tiger who met it, and everyone weighed it.
Therefore, wild boars live a long life and are extremely large. In some places, these wild boars are even worshiped as mountain gods.
But with the army outside, it was very important to fill our stomachs. The theory of ghosts and gods was a bit vague, and Zhaolin never believed it.
After setting up camp, Zhaolin sent several groups of scouts out to look for wild boars.
No matter how big the mountain is, it can't withstand the invasion of the army. As expected, a few of them were captured and brought back.
After slaughtering, the meat was drained out, the hair removed, and roasted on the fire. After a while, the aroma came out and filled the air above the barracks, making people salivate.
It is estimated that the tigers in the mountains are crying with greed. As the saying goes,
The white pine wheel hangs in Xing'an Mountains,
The bad snow cannot hide the soul of the lost earth,
Lian Po will surely be able to wear armor again,
Slay the demons and subjugate them to determine the universe.
Zhaolin is also nearly fifty years old.
He never dared to say that he was the God of War for a lifetime, but everyone in Dameng knew that Zhaolin's existence could make people on the border sleep peacefully.
Today's Ninggu Pagoda is extremely fierce in style, and the snow is extremely crazy.
People don’t know that two hundred years later, on the other side of the earth, the Dutch stepped into the Arctic Circle for the first time in human history.
That winter, on the third day of the lunar calendar, which is familiar to our flower-growing country, the temperature measured at the first scientific research station in the Arctic was minus 35 degrees. On that day, the temperature in Ninggu Tower was minus 37 degrees.
.
Zhaolin stood on the top of the mountain. In the distance, he could vaguely see a thin haze floating on the horizon. Zhaolin closed his eyes and smelled the smell wafting in the air. The halo was the food of at least 200,000 enemy troops.
There was smoke from the cooking pots. It looked like it was only two to three days away.
The wind and snow came together and blew harder. All the old hunters in Xing'an Mountains knew that on such days, with the white-haired wind, even the tigers, the kings of the mountains and forests, would have to find a hole to hide.
Zhaolin did not feel the cold, because he knew that hundreds of thousands of displaced Mongolian people were suffering from hunger and cold under the haze in front of them.
"If my aunt were still here and saw smoke coming from people's kitchens, she would definitely have set up camp to eat."
Zhaolin grinned under his frost-covered beard, and subconsciously touched the giant ax in his hand. This giant ax was originally a pair, and the most important person in his life used meteorite iron to protect him.
After the person died, Zhaolin nailed one of the axes deeply outside her residence.
At that time, the sixth elder brother Zhaojia had just inherited the throne and the emperor had become the Supreme Emperor. There was a weapon in the palace, which always hindered the peace. So Zhaojia sent a dozen young eunuchs to pull out the axe, but they couldn't pull it out at all.
Zhaojia was heartbroken and sent a group of imperial guards to dig out the axe. However, before he could get outside Aqiao's former residence, Zhang Lang stopped him with the Emperor's oral instructions, saying that it was auspicious for falling iron.
Town house
After that, the ax was still stuck outside the small house next to the Yangxin Hall, poking everyone's hearts.
The snow in the north was filled with ice particles, which jingled against Zhaolin's armor.
This set of armor, except for the one used by the Mongolian Emperor himself, should be the highest standard in the dynasty.
From top to bottom, a total of seven dragons are gilded and inlaid. Only the most respected royal family members are qualified to wear them.
This white helmet and white armor embodies many years of hard work by the top skilled craftsmen of the Mongolian Dynasty. The white armor is made of fine steel, which is light in weight and has good toughness. If it is cut by ordinary weapons, it will leave only a white mark.
But no one knows that the most difficult part of making this armor is to connect the joints of various parts of the body. It must not only ensure the protection ability, but also not affect the flexibility. Wearing the armor can make you move as if you are not wearing it. This core technology,
But it has always been in the hands of a few first-class officials in the Ouchi Manufacturing Office.
The edge of the armor is inlaid with pure gold, and seven giant dragons of different shapes are entangled all over the body. They exude a soft but firm light in the snow.
The thick cloak was surrounded by the fur of two white wolf kings. These two white wolves were originally a pair, and they were given to Zhaolin by the emperor himself when he took that man hunting in Akita many years ago.
Over the years, there have been hundreds of battles, big and small, but Zhaolin has never had one
He has lost, because that person told him that a man cannot lose even once in a war. (Actually, the original saying is that one can lose with one's integrity, but not with one's life.)
No matter how hard and difficult the situation was over the years, Zhaolin always thought about these words and persisted with one breath.
And these numerous military exploits also allowed him to rise to prominence.
Now Zhaolin is not only the eldest brother, but also the Prince of Dameng and Shuoyi, a first-class loyal and brave prince, commanding the Xianghuang and Zhengbai banners among the eight banners of Dameng, and even his teacher Hachaer who has been following him
, and now he is also the leader with the blue flag.
Just when I was thinking about the smoke, Hachaer came up from behind. Hachaer was also in his sixties. Although he was energetic and strong, his green hair had turned into white hair.
Hachaer took out a bowl of wine from his pocket and handed it to Zhaolin. Zhaolin took it and found that there was already a layer of ice floating on the bowl, but the bottom of the bowl was still warm.
Hachaer glanced at the ice in the wine and sighed, "Your Majesty, let me go and heat up another bowl for you. It was warmed just now and I brought it up, but in this damn weather, it actually froze after a while."
As he was speaking, the broken ice floating in the wine bowl actually connected into one piece and froze solidly.
Zhaolin smiled, cracked the ice in the bowl of noodles with his thick knuckles, mixed it with his fingers, and drank the wine in one gulp. "Auntie said, everything can be wasted, food and drink,
no."
Zhaolin turned around and looked at the ridge behind him. On the endless hillside, the mountains and fields were densely packed with Dameng warriors leading horses.
It was overwhelming like a tide, and even the flying snow and dense forest could not cover it.
One step at a time, they stepped uniformly, and the sound shook the trees. This vast mountain was originally teeming with ferocious beasts. At this time, even the largest and cunning wolves were quietly cowering in the cave, waiting for the divine soldiers to pass by without daring to
Make a little noise.
These tens of thousands of elite soldiers are the most elite cavalry of the three banners of Banner Yellow, White Banner, and Banlan Lan. The three colors neatly divide the hillside into three parts. Looking at the yellow helmet and red-edged robes of the Banner Yellow Banner, Zhaolin even
There is a slight illusion of dreaming back to late autumn.
The soldiers were very fast, and it only took them five days to rush from Shanhaiguan to the north, but there was no trace of sleepiness on their faces.
This is Dameng’s hope.
"Hachaer, on the edge of the ridge, find a leeward place to make a meal. We are tired after these days. Let the brothers have a peaceful sleep. With this wind and snow and this distance, they will not make a sneak attack."
"twitter."
This was probably the last meal before the war. The cavalry was on their way and they didn’t bring much supplies. They were lucky enough to catch a few wild boars from Maodong. In those days, wild boars had the same status as tigers in the mountains, and they were also dominant.
, I spent the whole day rubbing my body next to the pine tree, covered in pine oil and mixed with mane. Just like a tank, it could not be hurt by ordinary swords. It was really a tiger who met it, and everyone weighed it.
Therefore, wild boars live a long life and are extremely large. In some places, these wild boars are even worshiped as mountain gods.
But with the army outside, it was very important to fill our stomachs. The theory of ghosts and gods was a bit vague, and Zhaolin never believed it.
After setting up camp, Zhaolin sent several groups of scouts out to look for wild boars.
No matter how big the mountain is, it can't withstand the invasion of the army. As expected, a few of them were captured and brought back.
After slaughtering, the meat was drained out, the hair removed, and roasted on the fire. After a while, the aroma came out and filled the air above the barracks, making people salivate.
It is estimated that the tigers in the mountains are crying with greed.
