On the vast grassland, the eagle flying from afar makes a shocking chirping sound. In the cold wind, the horse gallops freely. The sound of the matouqin coming from the horizon and the howling cold wind play a tragic song.
- Song of the Prairie.
In 432 AD, Anjiwa Grassland, Luochuan Department, execution ground.
A bloody man was tied to a stake with cold chains, and all the floating goose feather snow fell on his messy hair. The man closed his eyes tightly and was still breathing heavily.
, except that he was standing.
A group of people watching nearby were not so much watching the excitement as they were worried and angry, because the man on the wooden stake was the prairie hero who had already won the hearts of the people - Erwin.
People were crying sadly, but as long as they made a sound, the soldiers next to them would scold them with riding whips: "Don't cry for this guy!"
On the hillside south of the execution site, an octogenarian (eighty or ninety years old) man was sitting under the big tree. The snow had almost buried his lower body. The old man's eyes were filled with tears, and his hands were
I was playing the morinouqur hard, and the distant and sad sound of the fiddle was regretting the end of a hero? Or was it feeling uncertain about the future of this nation? No one knows.
He just pulled hard and looked up to the sky. His long beard was slowly fluttering with the sound of the piano and was covered with snowflakes. Even though his hands were pale from the cold and even though his lower body was buried in the snow,
There was still no compromise in the sound of the piano, it was still a sad sound.
A fat man walked onto the execution ground, and everyone's angry eyes immediately focused on him - Rachel. It was because of him that Irvine was executed.
"God Hanasher! Your incompetent Houdelwin, not only did he not lead us Anjiwa people to live a beautiful and happy life, but he went even worse and harmed everyone! I am here to get rid of this traitor by the order of the Immortal God.
I hope God Hanash will help me
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!" Rachel preached shamelessly.
"Spit!" Someone in the crowd spat and cursed: "Rachel, you cunning fox, the wild wolf in the Yinshan Mountains! Why do you use such despicable means to obtain the position of chief?"
Whoa! A sharp knife slashed through him, and the man fell to the ground spurting blood on the spot. Everyone also started to commotion.
Rachel untied Irvine who was tied to the wooden post, and the chains were still tied to his hands, ready for execution.
"My dear Erwin Oha! After all, he is the child of a concubine. How can he be worthy of being the chief of my Luochuan tribe? It is better to go see Hanasher as soon as possible!" Rachel said provocatively. (Oha:
Refers to brother)
Erwin stood on the execution ground with a resolute expression and a spirit of never giving up. Even in the howling cold wind and falling snow, he did not tremble.
"Is there anything you want to say before you die?" Rachel asked.
Erwin raised his head, faced the herdsmen on the grassland, and said: "My compatriots, don't feel sad about my death, and don't feel uncertain about our future. The sun of our Anjiwa people will always be in the darkness.
When it rises, that sun will surely illuminate everyone’s future and lead us Anjiwa people to rise again!”
"According to the rules of the Anjiwa people, you can make a request before you die. For the sake of our brothers, we will try our best to meet your request." Rachel picked up the execution knife and sprayed a mouthful of wine on the knife.
superior.
"Of course, I only have one request!" Irvine shouted firmly.
"Say it!" Rachel replied.
Erwin opened his eyes, and then said calmly: "I... want to die standing."
"Hero! I'll help you!" Rachel raised the knife, slightly shining with silver light.
Erwin laughed loudly, making people's hearts tighten. I'm afraid everyone can feel the terror and desolation in the laughter.
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arrive.
With the melodious sound of the morin fiddle and the swing of the sword, Erwin, a generation of heroes, passed away, and everyone present shed tears silently.
The sun in the sky is dim, and the snow is getting heavier. Only the eagle in the sky is still soaring, which is a demand for freedom.
The sound of the morin fiddle became more and more tragic, expressing pity for this hero. This hero spent his whole life trying to climb out of a quagmire, only to find himself in an even bigger quagmire.
When you are confused, you cannot see clearly the road ahead in life, and even if you can see it clearly, you are still afraid and uncertain.
Is the future of the Anjiwa people really over like this? With the end of this hero, there may never be another hero...
Looking back at the history of the Anghiwa people, the first generation of Angohar Nashir established a huge Great Anghiwa Empire, with a vast territory from west to east.
By the reign of the fifth emperor Angokgaropa, the territory had reached unprecedented vastness. It was the peak period of the Anjiwa people. They defeated the Taiwei Empire in the south many times and occupied the entire Central Continent.
With 2/3, the adjacent western continent is also controlled by it.
The decline of all this started with the Heshewell family. Due to the millennium of extreme cold and uneven distribution, Heshewell and Lu Banlu seized the dominance of the grassland. However, the governance was in a mess, and in the end they could only run away with their wealth.
, leaving a messy situation in which the chiefs of various tribes fought with each other. Up to now, the entire territory is less than 1/3 of what it was back then. A large number of Anjiwa people huddled on the grasslands and lived a life of fighting each other.
However, Erwin, a hero, inherited the will of his ancestors. Just when they were about to be unified, he encountered an accident and was murdered by his brother. The grassland fell into chaos again. People had given up hope for the future. After all, the sun in the sky had dimmed.
No light.
What will be the fate and future of the Anjiwa people? Will it really continue to be bleak...?