Volume 1 The Empire in the Morning Chapter 181 To eat, return to the south!
Volume 1: The Empire in the Morning Chapter 181: Returning to the south for food!
Because he couldn't bear to part with his beautiful concubine, who was as beautiful as a flower, he never went to court early in the morning. Because he couldn't bear to win gold and silver, from now on he would rather not eat. The "not eating" here naturally refers to not attending the banquet, rather than really paying tribute to the Tang Empire.
If you have any opinions, I would like to express them in a non-grain way.
As a child, he experienced a terrible drought and famine, and his psychological shadow was extremely serious. He insisted that eating was the most important thing in this world, because there was no immortal who could eat wind and drink dew, even the strongest person in the world.
Sword Master Liu Bai, even if he doesn't eat for a few days, he will get hungry and panic. No matter who doesn't eat, he will die.
Eating and drinking? Men and women? In those years when there was no food, not to mention roses and other things that represented love, but a naked peerless beauty. In the eyes of many men, there was probably not much difference between her and flesh.
Buddhism always loves to preach about pink skulls, and Ning Que couldn't help but secretly guess that those ascetics eat green vegetables and tofu porridge every day, and have to climb mountains and ridges, and are in a state of semi-starvation every day, so they would come up with such a correct idiot.
Argument. However, the Yuelun Kingdom is suffering from frequent famines, but it is the place where Buddhism is most prosperous. There is probably some connection between the two. People who are so hungry that they don’t even have the strength to curse the sky will probably not be interested in doing those things between men and women.
So you have to lift up your belt to chant sutras and praise the Buddha?
Of course, Ning Que's ideas are far from correct, but at least they implicitly coincide with a certain pattern of human history. The most fundamental reason for wars between and within tribal countries is often for food.
In order to fill their own stomachs, the refugees dared to attack states and cities and fight against the regular armies of various countries. In order to fill their people's stomachs and prevent them from fighting against themselves, various countries did not hesitate to tear themselves apart and lay down their bodies to plunder, just to get more.
In order to fill their stomachs, the tribes in the Northern Wilderness, who had been away from the Central Plains for more than a thousand years, were forced to move southward with difficulty and launch an active attack on the fierce barbarian tribes on the grassland. They did not care whether they would alarm those countries in the Central Plains or not.
It won't cause any trouble.
War is about eating. Of course, in order to win the war, we must first ensure that the people in the war have enough to eat. On the slightly cold grassland, the green smoke rising from dozens of earthen stoves and the boiling water in dozens of large pots
The mutton is this guarantee.
Thousands of men wearing animal skins were sitting around earthen stoves, eating mutton in silence. Whether they were old men with wrinkles or young men with youthful expressions, their expressions were calm and firm, as if they had not just traveled thousands of miles south, but were
Have lived here for many years.
They are part of the Northern Wilderness Tribe's army. In other words, they are part of all the men in the Northern Wilderness Tribe who can fight. This southern expedition has gathered all the men in the Northern Wilderness Tribe who can fight. There is no such thing as an army.
, on this battlefield on the edge of the grassland that stretches for hundreds of kilometers, all their people who can fight are gathered, the last people who can fight.
All the old, weak, women and children of the tribe were left behind. It would take about a month to reach the edge of the grassland. If the men could not win this war and seize this grassland, then the families in the wilderness behind them would definitely
Will be swallowed up by darkness, cold, hunger and the enemy's blade.
For countless years, the Northern Wilderness tribe has lived in the cold regions of the far north, relying on the hot sea to live a difficult life. It is impossible to maintain a large population. In recent years, with the strange lengthening of the night time, the temperature has gradually dropped, and their lives have become
It became increasingly difficult, and at the end of winter, the tribal elders finally made up their minds to move the entire clan southward.
If you don't move south, there will be no food, and there are large areas of grassland, sheep, and food in the south. It's a pity that the land given to mankind by God is not generous. Most of the land already has an owner, including this one.
A large piece of fertile grassland. If the people of the Northern Wilderness want to get these grasslands and sheep food, I believe the original owner will not be happy.
So, let’s fight.
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Thousands of years later, the deserted man reappeared in the eyes of the world. Originally, this incident should have shocked the world. But this nation, which once roared proudly on the grassland and conquered all the countries in the Central Plains, has been away from this world for too long.
Many people have long forgotten their existence, and the harsh natural environment and the torture of time have reduced the population of this tribe to the point where no one can feel any threat, so this matter is still limited to the northern part of the grassland for the time being.
The reason for such a situation has a lot to do with the wise decision-making of the Council of Elders of the Huangren tribe. Before moving south, the Huangren had set a firm and clear goal. The grassland pointed by Jianfeng belonged to the left tent of the barbarians.
The land of King Khan has nothing to do with those countries in the Central Plains, especially that powerful and terrifying empire. Although the desert warriors in the southern expedition fought bravely, they have been careful to suppress the war in the northern area of the grassland.
It has been nearly a month since the troops of the Huangren's Southern Expedition arrived at the northern edge of the grassland, and the battle with the barbarian Zuozhang Khan King's cavalry has been going on for a month. On this front, which was deliberately controlled on a hundreds of kilometers long
, no less than a hundred battles, large and small, were fought between the two sides, and most of them ended with the victory of the deserted people.
The cruelty of war is that even the victor must pay the price of death. The desert warriors are silent and determined, brave but extremely disciplined, and their individual combat effectiveness is far superior to that of the prairie barbarians. However, their number is too small. Although they are continuous
Defeated the frenzied and tidal attack of one hundred thousand cavalrymen under King Zuotang Khan, and more and more of his companions died.
Mutton cooked in an earthen stove and made of pure water in an iron pot. On the grass not far away are the corpses of companions in a pool of blood. A deserted wizard with tree sap on his face walks among the corpses with a calm expression, squatting down from time to time.
Body, gently touch the forehead of the deceased with your fingers, and the dry lips move slightly, uttering incomprehensible syllables, which seem to be transcending and singing.
Not far from the corpses of the soldiers, a young man of about thirteen or fourteen years old blew the bone flute in his hand. The sound of the flute was whimpering and shrill, as if telling the story of the man's wanderings and hardships in the world over the past thousand years.
The pain of fighting, struggling to survive.
An old voice was added to the sound of the flute, and a highly respected true master of the Elder Council sang a song that all desert people can sing. The song was desolate and solemn, and there was a shocking unyieldingness in it.
"The sky is cold, the ground is cold, and the goshawk dare not look to the northern wilderness."
"The Sea of Atami falls, the Sea of Atami rises, and the snow wolves are hunted by the sea of Atami."
"Snow wolves chase, snow wolves die, I hold a knife and hunt for deer all day long."
"Where you live, where you die, where you can bury your bones."
"Minshan is majestic, Minshan is strong, Minshan is the true hometown."
"Stepping through the vast snow, stepping through thousands of miles of frost, looking south all day long."
"I have stepped through the vast snow, stepped through thousands of miles of frost, and never looked south again."
"I'll go first, you come back."
"I'll fight first, you come later."
"I will die first, and you will come again."
"The way home is near, the way home is far, the way home is long."
"I've already gone, come quickly."
"I have fought, come quickly."
"I'm dead, come quickly."
"I'm dead, come quickly."
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I am dead, come quickly. Cangliang's song kept repeating the last two lines. Several young desert warriors looked over there silently. As the old man sang softly in harmony, a strong but not sad wave arose on the grassland.
atmosphere.
More desert warriors remained silent. They ate mutton in silence and drank the oily soup that had a lingering smell. They took advantage of the breaks in the battle to replenish their physical strength, because no one knew what the next battle would be like.
time begins.
The ancestors of the Huangren were once called natural warriors by the people of the Central Plains. Now they have experienced thousands of years of harsh environment. The word "fight" is written in their blood vessels and bones. The death of their companions will not make them move at all, even if they are...
The songs that have been passed down for thousands of years can only trigger the soft chorus deep in their hearts, but cannot interfere with their preparation for battle.
At this moment, the battle horn sounded again.
The grassland trembled slightly as countless elite cavalrymen from King Zuotang Khan came over to kill them.
The desert warriors did not panic, put down the mutton and spoon in their hands, raised their sleeves and wiped their oily faces, then picked up the heavy and badly damaged weapons beside them, and walked slowly south, not even forgetting to put the soil in their hands.
Put out the fire in the stove.
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Slow walk, trot, trot, and finally sprint.
The way the desert warriors entered the battlefield was surprisingly similar to the way the prairie cavalry used it, except that they did not have horses under them, only their own legs. However, what is incredible is that these men wearing leather robes and holding knives
Ax, the warriors of the wilderness who do not look very tall and strong, once they start running, their speed is so fast and their momentum is so amazing.
As the sound of buzzing and drumming sounded intensively, the prairie cavalry who were good at riding and shooting pulled the bowstrings of their short bows from a long distance away. Countless arrows pierced the sky, covering their heads like raindrops.
Thousands of desert warriors attacked.
With a pop, the sharp arrows hit a desert warrior who was running at high speed. After the arrows penetrated the leather armor, they rooted on his chest like roots. The blood quickly penetrated and dyed the leather armor red. However, the man
However, the warrior of the deserted man seemed not to notice anything, and still rushed towards the black tide of cavalry with his knife and ax. It was obvious that the arrow was blocked by the steel-like skin of the deserted man and did not hurt his vitals.
There are no military orders and no flags. The deserters fight by relying on instinctive intuition, the tacit understanding and trust in their companions developed through bloodshed side by side for more than a thousand years. When the black tide of prairie cavalry is still far away,
After dozens of steps, any warrior who had not been shot down by the cavalry's arrows neatly pulled out the sharp ax from his waist, grunted, and threw it with all his strength!
The sharp ax rotated at high speed, cutting through the air on the battlefield. The bright light reflected the sunlight, casting snow-white light and shadow on the green grassland. It looked extremely beautiful, but also extremely terrifying.
Relying on their strong defense, the Huangren soldiers withstood the first salvo of the prairie cavalry and entered the effective killing range of the flying axes. They ran so fast that the prairie cavalry had no time to launch the second salvo.
Shoot, he threw the ax in his hand!
The rain of arrows failed to shoot down too many desert warriors on the grassland, but the heavy rain caused by more than a thousand sharp and bright small axes directly caused the prairie cavalry to suffer the cruelest blow.
The throwing force and rotation of the human warriors easily cut through the light armor of the cavalry. Even the contact with the tail of the ax directly caused these prairie cavalry to break bones and spurt blood!
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(Let me talk about a few very important things: 1. After I finished writing last night, I was working on the detailed outline of the next volume. I deduced and overturned it all the way. In the end, I don’t know whether I was excited by the plot in the future or depressed by the level of trouble.
Anyway, I suffered from insomnia and couldn't fall asleep until noon, so I didn't sleep at all. I hoped to adjust my biological clock again, but I couldn't stand it anymore in the afternoon. I managed to write this chapter in four or five hours. The quality is great.
There should be no problem with the mood, but I really don’t know the words, because my eyes are too dazzled, so I will eat the meal brought back by the leader later and then go to bed. If I wake up in good spirits tomorrow, I will try to write more. There is one more important thing
Let me tell you about the annual selection. To be honest, with the help of everyone, I won the best author the year before last and the best work last year. I am really grateful and satisfied. I am really not happy this year.
I know what to do. Anyway, you want to vote for me for free. I am still deeply grateful, but please don’t spend money to vote. I really don’t ask for anything. It’s worth it. Book review area
The moderators also have the best selection, but I don’t know why our moderators are not included in the designated range. I am scratching my head. They have worked really hard these months. I know this very well, so I take this opportunity to express my sincere gratitude to them.
Thank you. Goodbye everyone, this paragraph is not counted in the word count. What I said before was really not polite. I really have nothing to ask for.)