Under the Great Wall, windswept grass waves.
Thick smoke billowed from the distant village, and the wind blew away. The village was destroyed by a torch. The Yuan troops burned the village, killed the people, dragged the Han people out, and threw them under the ridge.
The people living here are all Han people. After the Liao Emperor cut off the pass, the Liao people were the first, the Semu people and the Yuan people were the second, the Xiliang people were the third, and the Han people were the last. Emperor Chen's forces retreated to the south, and Emperor Liao's rule came, but it did not affect them much. It was just a change of His Majesty. As for what His Majesty looks like, we can't see it on weekdays. Some tax collectors were replaced by Liao people.
After getting there, even the tax collector didn't bother to ask, and he handed it over to the village chief.
Until the day the Yuan people came.
Since then, the name of the village has been completely erased from history, leaving the ground full of ruins.
Yuan Bing killed all the strong men, raped the women in the village on the spot under the ridge, and stabbed them to death when they were satisfied.
Several centurions stood on the edge of the field, shooting arrows at the people who had fled into the wheat fields, and a group of hounds rushed out and came back with bloody flesh on their arms and thighs.
Batu walked on the road, weighed it with a knife in his hand, chopped it down on a poplar tree, got stuck in it, pulled it out again, chopped it down again, cut it a few times, and carved a random pattern on the tree. The word "mountain".
"Ling." Duan Ling's voice said when he was a child.
At that time, Ji Ling held a stone and wrote his name on a tree behind the famous hall.
"The mountain collar is a ridge, which means, the collar of the mountain."
"Our Han people's names are Chinese characters." Duan Ling's voice seemed to be still in his ears. He explained to Batu and asked, "What does Batu mean?"
"Means nothing."
At that time, Batu looked impatient and said, "Only you Han people have good names. My surname and name are similar to those of pigs and dogs."
Duan Ling pulled Batu and motioned him to write. Batu used Yuanwen to write a few distorted characters, like an earthworm.
Duan Ling tilted his head and looked: "Is it these words?"
"You don't understand?" Batu said gloatingly.
Duan Ling glanced at Batu and said, "Ba|Te|Er."
"You actually know?"
This time it was Badu's turn to be surprised. Duan Ling smiled slightly, walked ahead, and Badu asked, "Who told you?"
"It seems from the book." Duan Ling said, "Ba|T|er is the legendary god of moving mountains, with great strength and courage."
Batu chased behind Duan Ling and carried him up, Duan Ling shouted, but Batu laughed, carrying Duan Ling on his shoulders, carrying him over, carrying him over. In the end, the two fell into the grass, Duan Ling struggled to get up, turned and ran, was caught by Tudu, and fell again.
At that time, Batu was all dirty, and the sheepskin robe was not washed for half a year. On the other hand, Duan Ling's clothes were cleanly washed at home, with red lips and white teeth, fair skin, as clean as a cloud in the sky.
"You are so fucking beautiful." Batu stared at Duan Ling, reached out to squeeze him, and patted his face. They were still very young that year, Duan Ling was ignorant, and didn't know what Batu's beast | desire was. In Batu, the most primitive desires were constantly conflicting, and the wild desire was flowing in his blood.
"Let go of me!" Duan Ling said hurriedly, "Otherwise I won't be with you!"
Batu pressed Duan Ling, lay on top of him, buried his head and nibbled at his neck, but Duan Ling bit Batu's ear, Batu immediately screamed and roared, Duan Ling hurriedly broke free and ran away.
Batu chased along the long corridor and searched for a long time. When Duan Ling was reading in front of the Master, he had to give up. Everyone disliked him for being dirty, even the master. When they saw him, they made him stand outside, and Batu stood outside the door, watching Duan Ling read and write, like a guard.
Sometimes he stands willingly - Batu sits by the well, wiping his neck with a damp cloth from the bucket. Looking at the water, I saw my grown face and my indigo blue eyes.
He couldn't help but think of the fragmented past. They were separated from each other and combined with each other. After arriving, Batu couldn't tell which ones happened and which ones were imagined.
He only remembered how Duan Ling was upright, kneeling behind the desk, reading and writing under the dimly lit sunset in the hall when he was punished. At that time, Batu stood outside the hall, watching so quietly.
Until sunset, until dark, until the lights are lit, until the stars rise in the sky.
What day do you most look forward to while studying? Naturally, the first and fifteenth days of the new year are on vacation. Whenever he was on vacation, Ba Du always hoped that Lang Junxia would not come. As long as he did not come, Duan Ling could only stay in the bookstore to accompany him. During the night, their clothes would be roasted by the fire, and Duan Ling would burrow into Batu's bed.
When they were children, their skin was dry and rubbed, making Ba feel like his veins were throbbing, but he didn't dare to do anything to Duan Ling. For fear that Duan Ling would be angry with him, he didn't speak to him for several months. Vaguely, he was looking forward to Duan Ling biting him even more, as if there was some kind of emotional expression in this action.
When we meet again, he finally grows up and no longer looks like a child. His growth is different from what he imagined, and it seems to be developing in another direction. However, this unexpected difference aroused another kind of madness in him, a doubled madness.
People on the grassland say that the best time in a man's life is when he has just turned sixteen, when he gets on a horse and gallops freely. The thriving vitality is like the dazzling green grass at the handover of spring and summer. Even the words have the strength of life. If you know that day, you will not hesitate.
Batu thought about it, his blood boiled, his desire almost burst him, and he had nowhere to vent. Hearing the screams of the young man resounding in the courtyard room, he finally couldn't hold back and kicked the door to go in.
There was a famous Yuan Bing who was taking a young man on an errand. Batu grabbed the Yuan Bing by the hair, dragged him out of the door, closed the door, and began to undress without saying a word.
In the dark room, on the bed that was about to collapse, the boy was frightened by him, gasping for breath and daring not to look at him.
Batu tore off his robe in three or two strokes, revealing a solid chest. His shoulders and backs were full of strength, and the muscles of his youth were as well-defined as plastic ones.
The line of his back and his slender waist were like a wild wolf. When he was lying on the ground, the young man was so shocked that he forgot to beg for mercy and shout. When he recovered, he screamed frantically again.
Batu stared into the boy's eyes, and after a while, he felt dull and didn't try to go in. He dragged the boy out of the bed and kicked him into the corner.
The Han Chinese boy was trembling, picked up the torn clothes, put them on tremblingly, knelt beside Batu, and Batu said in Chinese, "Is there any wine?"
The young man was busy looking for wine, and when he saw his brother's body in the backyard, he let out a desperate cry.
After a while, he rushed in with a sickle, wanting to perish with Batu, Batu frowned, sighed, grabbed his wrist and turned him to the ground. At that moment, the boy's resistance seemed to make him find some kind of familiar feeling, and Batu began to tear his clothes again, but this time the boy didn't follow his wishes, but kept struggling. The more he struggled, the more excited Batu became, but it didn't take long for the boy to drop his head and stop moving.
It turned out that he had been working hard to meet the sickle with his chest, and finally the sickle pierced into his heart.
Batu watched helplessly as the blood splattered all over the floor, and finally had to put the body down, sighed, wrapped his robe, and sat on the bed for a while.
As the light outside the window dimmed, he went to find wine, sat on the bed and drank against the wall. Until all the light disappeared and the room was dark, Badu was leaning against the wall, half-drunk and half-awake, dreaming of those colorful memory fragments that he had wriggled with Duan Ling when he was a child, accompanied by his crisp cry. His own voice, like a kaleidoscope, brightened his world according to his supposedly dull and boring life.
Floating life is like a dream, what is joy? Life is alive, if you never wake up and stay in this big dream of floating life, it is also a kind of happiness.
I don't know how long I slept, when a voice suddenly sounded outside.
"It's here." A familiar voice said.
Batu was suffering from a headache. Holding the wine, his robe was not tied, he stumbled out, his arm was grabbed by one hand.
"Zhahan is looking for you, news from Guanshan."
Batu fastened his robe and said, "Why are you here?"
It was Amugu who came, and he replied, "You can't conquer Yecheng. Brother Tuolie's family tried every means to frame you in front of Wo Kuotai, and Tuo Lei asked me to come and see you."
The two came out of the hospital all the way and talked in Chinese so that they would not be heard by the Yuan soldiers. Batu had a splitting headache and asked, "Where are my soldiers?"
"You need to find a way by yourself." Amugu said, "Chagatai doesn't want to return the soldiers to you, and they want to ask you about your sins. You lost two battles in Hebei County. The next time you come, won't you? Chagatai is just dragging the thunder.”
Batu scolded him. His father Qichi was the eldest son, Chagatai was the second uncle, and Okuotai was the third uncle. Tolei admired him the most, but he was the fourth. Chagatai had always been at odds with his father. .
"Hebei County is my place." Batu said, "It's just that I haven't beaten it yet. I will write to my father and ask him to bring the soldiers back to me."
"Your father's health is not very good." Amugu said.
"Really?" Batu replied, "You shouldn't have come to mourn?"
Amugu didn't say a word, and when he and Batu went outside a courtyard, he made a gesture to signal Batu to go in. When he was inside, Batu said, "I can't beat that guy named Wu Du, so I have to practice again. How about you beat him?"
Amugu replied, "It's barely a draw."
Batu said, "Teach me another day."
It was said that Bi Ba raised the curtain and entered the courtyard. In the courtyard sat the imperial envoy sent by Okuotai, a Shiwei man Chahan, and beside him sat the prison army and four thousand commanders. All came, and stopped talking for a while.
"Bu'er Chijin Batu." Chahanchao Batu said, "Your father's attack on Mie'erqiti's army is about to die, so Okuotai sent me to ask you, when will Hebei County be shot down? If you don't come down, you will go back to Guanshan to accept the crime first, everyone is waiting for your news."
Batu's brows furrowed slightly.
Early in the morning, Wu Du came to the main hall after punching, and saw that Duan Ling was looking at the map of Hebei County, and there was no one following him in the hall.
"Where's Zheng Yan?" Wu Du asked with a frown.
There was no one to accompany Duan Ling, what if the assassin came
Duan Ling replied, "Someone came to him just now, so he went out to play."
Wu Du looked irritable, Duan Ling glanced at him and said with a smile: "A young boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, the son of a centurion."
"Let him do less of this kind of thing." Wu Du frowned, "If the family's father comes to look for him later, it's hard to explain it to others."
Duan Ling said: "I have nothing to say about what others want."
Wu Du scratched his head and said, "Don't make breakfast?"
"No." Duan Ling smiled.
Wu Du had to cook by himself, and then waved to Duan Ling and asked him to follow him.
In the kitchen, Wu Du washed his hands and started cooking porridge for Duan Ling to eat.
"I'm going to go out." Duan Ling said.
"Where are you going?!" Wu Du almost knocked over something, turned around and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?! How dare you go out alone?!"
"Let's go together." Duan Ling said blankly.
"Oh." Wu Du realized that he was going together and said, "Well, that's fine."
Wu Du didn't ask any more, Duan Ling looked helpless, leaned against the door and held his forehead with one hand.
"When are you leaving?" Wu Du asked again.
Duan Ling said: "Let's go when the messenger who went to Liao comes back, and take four hundred people out. This time we must finish the work before coming back."
"Four hundred people?" Wu Du asked, "Where to go?"
"Xunyang." Duan Ling said, "over the Xunshui, let's go north all the way to the outside of Runan City, into the Black Valley."
"Well." Wu Du said, "Want to go back and have a look?"
Duan Ling shook his head and said nothing. Wu Du said: "If you want to go back, you can leave today, you don't have to wait for the messenger."
"No." Duan Ling said, "It's better to wait for the messenger to come back, whether to borrow food or not, at least I have a clue in my heart."