Before the fifteen tribes of Xiyi failed to join forces to advance eastward, and were killed by Dean Zhang with a sword in one night, all the kings of the fifteen tribes were killed. Finally, they were defeated by the Yunqin army and fled to the desert behind the Prajna Corridor.
He is the owner of Biluo Mausoleum.
Before the eastward advance, the total of the fifteen tribes of the Western Yi tribes had always been an equal small country in the eyes of Yun Qin. The population was nearly one-third of that of the Yun Qin Dynasty at that time. Moreover, the fifteen tribes of the Western Yi tribes were all nomadic and nomadic.
Except for women, children and the elderly and sick, all ethnic groups can fight, so the total number of armies during the eastward march even exceeded the total number of armies of Yun and Qin at that time.
The reason why it is able to support so many hunting and nomadic people is that Biluoling has a suitable climate, fertile water and grass, and a very vast territory.
According to Yunqin's customary division of southeast, northwest, and middle, Biluo Mausoleum actually occupies a quarter of the entire western territory of the empire, which is equivalent to the combined area of two to three provinces.
The biggest reason why Biluo Mausoleum is called a mausoleum without dividing it into provinces is because such a large area was snatched from the hands of the fifteen tribes of Xiyi. At that time, the fifteen tribes of Xiyi lived in mobile tents.
As the climate moved among some mountains and pastures, no city walls were set up at all, not even a city.
At that time, Biluoling was sparsely populated. After a great war, all fifteen tribes of the Western Yi tribes withdrew from Biluoling. Although many herdsmen moved in, the area was even more sparsely populated than before.
Such a large territory with a suitable climate and fertile water and grass is of course of great value to the Yunqin Empire. However, it has only been a few decades since Yunqin was founded. A large country that has just been conquered, the population and the city are far behind the original density.
The land is expanding outwards, but it has not had time to expand here. And since Wenren Cang Yue took up command of Biluo Ling, this territory has become relatively peaceful.
During these decades, the fifteen tribes of Xiyi even dreamed of returning to Biluo Mausoleum.
From a place full of flowing water, green grass, woods, and just hunting and grazing some cattle, sheep, and elk, you can live without worries, to a yellow sand desert where even drinking water is a problem, and only some thorn trees and cacti grow.
Inside, one can imagine the gap and the desire to restore the original life.
Among the fifteen tribes of Western Yi, the Guiqiu tribe originally lived in the vast mountains and wilderness between Jingtian Lake and Tongtian River in Biluo Mausoleum for generations. This Western tribe, regardless of gender, likes to shave their heads into a strong bald head for generations.
They have turtle-like tattoos on their scalps, wear silver nose rings, and wear clothes made of fish and animal skins. Because they occupy a large area of water, fish is also one of their staple foods.
The extremely fishy smell makes Yunqin people gag when they smell it. Raw fish blood mixed with freshly battered tender corn is their favorite appetizer.
The fifteen tribes of the Western Yi tribes were originally their own kings. They fought occasionally and were not united. They finally united when they joined forces to advance eastward, but they were immediately broken up. The Guiqiu tribe suffered a disastrous defeat and fled into the desert.
After that, compared to the other tribes of Xiyi, their strength was average. Under the pressure of the Yunqin army and other tribes, the Guiqiu tribe retreated to the Guiming Mountain and Ghost City in the desert.
The ghost town is the remnant of an ancient kingdom that was eroded by wind and sand thousands of years ago. Countless weathered palaces and houses, plus countless small, weathered peaks and moving sand dunes, large and small, form an extremely huge maze.
Without a guide, even the experienced Yunqin army would get lost inside.
Usually, it is safe to hide in the ghost town, but from time to time there will be big sandstorms. If you want to drink water, you can only guard a few small underground water sources that occasionally stop flowing, and dig many large and deep water storage tanks.
The pits store the rain that only falls two or three times a year in the desert. Despite this, drinking water is still extremely insufficient many times. We can only risk being strangled by the Yunqin army and send teams through the Prajna Corridor to collect water or loot some.
A caravan escorted by practitioners.
The staple food has become some unpalatable cactus leaves, desert sand scorpions, lizards, and dromedary camel meat.
Because there were so many people that it was difficult to hide their traces, not only the Guiqiu tribe, but also all the fifteen tribes of Xiyi, after escaping into the desert and finding a place where they could survive, they were divided into groups of six to seven hundred people.
In the past twenty years, these small tribes have begun to exchange and trade with each other. It is impossible to provide assistance without return, just like the original large tribe has split into countless
Small tribes. When encountering an immovable opponent or dealing with the Yunqin army, all these small tribes will share the same hatred.
Therefore, these Xiyi people from the Guiqiu tribe have forgotten the taste of raw fish blood mixed with tender corn, which is very delicious to them, and what it is like to take a bath.
Compared with the previous life in Biluoling, this kind of life is simply an eternal nightmare and hell, and it can't be more miserable.
Azike is the leader of one of the sub-divisions of the Guiqiu tribe.
Compared to other departments, Azike's previous situation was actually better.
He has a secret... There is a large reservoir in his cave that is always full of clear water. When his small group of warriors go out to rob caravans, they will hardly encounter encirclement and suppression by the Yunqin army.
Because he secretly had a deal with General Wenren's subordinates.
At the expense of the movements of some other Xiyi tribesmen and helping General Wenren do things that were inconvenient for the military to do, in exchange for the right to live better than other tribesmen.
However, before summer began, his life had ended.
A Yunqin rebel army entered the huge maze composed of the Ghost City and Ghost Ming Mountain. For them, this well-equipped Yunqin regular elite force became the most ferocious and powerful rogue bandits in this huge maze.
This Yunqin rebel army is hiding somewhere in the ghost city and Guiming Mountain. Not only does it deal with the Guiqiu tribe here, but also elite troops plunder other tribes from time to time.
Most of the tribes of the Gui Qiu tribe who wanted to deal with the Yun Qin rebels have been killed and scattered, and many have completely surrendered.
And for some unknown reason, the Yunqin rebels seemed to have discovered that he was Wenren Cangyue's internal agent, and directly killed him.
At this moment, Azike was riding a tall dromedary camel and desperately escaping through the maze-like ruins of weathered houses.
There were only seven subordinates left who were somewhat injured and riding dromedary camels behind him. They had very little water and food left.
However, Azike is not yet in despair.
Because he himself is a powerful practitioner who is almost invincible in the entire Guiqiu tribe, and he knows that it won’t be long before the Heavenly Wolf Guards of Wenren Cangyue will find him running away, like a fly sniffing blood.
The Yunqin rebels were chasing him.
A few miles away behind them, there was a faint stream of yellow dust moving quickly. It was a pursuit force that had been following them for more than an hour.
According to Azike's calculations, in just half an hour, the pursuing army, which mainly relied on war horses, would be forced to stop, otherwise the horses would die of heat exhaustion.
The only thing he has to worry about is whether he will encounter an ambush blocking him.
So he had been carefully looking at all the dilapidated palaces and houses in front of him that had been eroded by the wind and sand and had no beauty at all, but only a sense of gloom.
Suddenly, his scalp, which was covered with turtle shell-like tattoos, suddenly bulged out due to nervousness, and the joints of the ten fingers of his hands made a clicking sound.
In the yellow sand world, on a broken wall, sat a very tender-faced girl in a green shirt, looking at him motionless, like a female ghost who had walked out of this decayed and weathered house through thousands of years of time.
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The back of his head was instantly filled with a biting chill.
Not out of nervousness and fear, but a real chill.
A flying sword hidden in the yellow sand flew out from under him, instantly piercing the camel under him and reaching the back of his head.
"when!"
The snow-white scimitar in Azike's hand struck the flying sword accurately.
The flying sword bounced back, but Azike was shaken by the huge force of the counter-shock and flew forward. The handleless flying sword circled in the air, and the seven people behind Azike
The bodies of his subordinates all froze.
These seven subordinates all maintained their stance of intercepting the flying sword with their swords, but the speed of the flying sword was such that no one of them could touch it, and it cut the throats of all seven of them in an instant.
Their throats were all cut open, but the extremely cold power of the sword froze all their blood. For a moment, their bodies lost the ability to move faster than losing a lot of blood, and they died faster, but for a moment they were unable to move.
Not a drop of blood came out, and there was only a slowly expanding red line in the throat.
"How can it be!"
"How can you be a Saint Master at your age?"
Azike looked at the girl with a tender face and green shirt who was still sitting motionless on the broken wall in the distance, and kept shouting in Guiqiu dialect and Yunqin dialect.
However, the girl in blue didn't even raise her eyelids.
The handleless flying sword flew back.
Azike only blocked two swords, but his perception and reaction could no longer keep up with the speed of the flying sword. Then he felt a coldness in his throat, and then endless darkness and coldness instantly filled his body.
The handleless flying sword flew away all the blood in the air and flew back into the sleeves of the girl in blue.
A moment later, more than a hundred Yunqin cavalry who had changed into light yellow clothes rushed to the bodies of Azike and others. After searching all the luggage on Azike and others, they immediately started walking along another road.
Return quickly.
"Brother, when can we go back?" At the front of the cavalry, a young sergeant carrying a bow licked his chapped lips and asked the young general leading the team.
"I don't know. General Nanshan said that there might be a chance...or we will never go back." The young general did not lower his voice and was very direct, allowing all the cavalry behind him to hear his voice.
The young sergeant with his bow lowered his head.
After so many days, the will and emotions of him and many soldiers were close to the limit, otherwise he would never have asked such a question. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of always bearing the shame of being a traitor.
"We may be rebels forever."
The young general at the front did not look back at anyone, but said in an unusually cold voice: "But since we rebelled... and crossed the Prajna Corridor, how many heads have we beheaded of horse thieves and rogues?"
"The heads of horse thieves and bandits that we have killed in dozens of days may be more than the heads of horse thieves and bandits that we were able to kill in our previous lifetime."
"We are rebels and may never go back, but we are indeed doing things for the empire... We have killed so many horse thieves and bandits, which is equivalent to saving countless border residents and caravans."
"Even though we bear the name of rebels, we still have real glory." The young general said coldly and forcefully: "As a soldier, there is nothing more important than real glory."
The cavalry behind him was silent for a moment, and suddenly, many heads that had been hanging were raised again. "Even if we bear the name of rebels, we still have real glory!" Many people repeated it almost like an oath in tears.
With this sentence.
The tears of these soldiers reflected the color of the sun and the yellow sand, making them extremely golden.
"She is a Holy Master...and we have seen her getting stronger and stronger along the way. So as long as she doesn't die, no matter how slim the hope is, we still have hope." The young general was silent for a moment, and then said seriously.