It's a pity that this precarious tribe of savages ended up in this situation, even sacrificing their only friend for it.
Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation. Who says God is really discerning
It was his own "greed" that killed Zhahe.
What I owe in my life is actually this man from a foreign country.
A ray of ghost, I hope he goes with that passionate wild woman, she is the one who loves him most.
Hua Rong was lying on the ground with her eyes closed. She didn't even want to see the sky above her head or the flowers, plants and trees around her. Only Lu Wenlong's hands covered with blood and dust kept pulling at her, anxious and sad: "Mom, Uncle Zhahe You're already dead, you can't die... I don't want you to die... Mom, wake up quickly... "
So tired, both physically and mentally.
My only friend in the world is also dead.
I will not kill Boren, Boren will die because of me.
The summer wind blows in the forest, and the green grass touches the face, rising and falling, causing stinging pain on the face. Heart-wrenching cries are heard in the ears. The survivors of the Serpent Tribe are mourning their dead relatives. , mourning the souls who can never meet again. Although most of the adults and children were saved in this disaster, nine out of ten old and weak members of the clan died, including their most respected foreigners, their warriors. Tie together.
The setting sun is like a blood-red disk, hanging lonely in the sky.
A fire broke out in the open space, but it was not the joy of singing and dancing in the past, but full of death and sorrow.
The former passionate savage girl had cried hoarsely, and her big bright eyes had lost their brilliance. She was barefoot, wearing a bark skirt, and a strange garland on her head, waiting motionless. By the side of the man she loves. If Zhehe survives, and if he survives this war, she firmly believes that the two of them can be together, get married and have children, and live happily ever after. The girl's feelings are more irresistible than the midsummer sun, and she Chasing the warrior so enthusiastically, he still remembered that night, he even drank the wine she offered. He was full of expectations, but unexpectedly, what he was waiting for was this ending.
The wizard danced a sacrificial dance around the fire, and hit his face with a shell necklace until it was dripping with blood. The girl also did the same action as him, and soon, her gorgeous wild forehead was dripping with blood. It was shed with tears, disheveled and miserable. This is called "sending tears of blood" and is the greatest condolence of the living to the deceased.
Hua Rong was sitting opposite, looking at the man who was already a "corpse". Death was such a terrible thing. Last night, he was even a living person, and he used his strong hands to support his mother and son.
"Uha thiah..." the wizard shouted, indicating that the time has come, and the souls of the deceased should follow the blazing flames to the wonderful heaven and the mysterious country of the serpent god they worship.
The two savages stepped forward and were about to lift Zhahe and put it into the fire. The girl suddenly jumped up, fiercely, like an explosive leopard, picked up Zhahe and ran away.
Everyone was stunned and forgot to catch up for a moment.
In the blink of an eye, the girl had completely escaped from the jungle like a wild horse, and with the man in her arms, the love she could not get during her lifetime could only be seen day and night after her death.
"Mom, she ran away. Uncle Zhahe was caught by her..."
Hua Rong stood up, sat down again, and just stared blankly in the direction of the girl running. He deserved such a strong and passionate love, Zhahe, so why did he take this step so late
That's it.
She couldn't hear the commotion around her and only looked up at the bloody setting sun. It turned out that the setting sun was the most terrifying sign. Every disaster in her life was accompanied by it, starting from the setting sun on the sea when she was seventeen. Until now, the sunset in the jungle, life and death, is like a warning of a disaster star. Once it appears, it will cause death or injury.
"Brother, you are still alive. It's good to be alive."
A few simple words, but they are the broken promises that I have carried throughout my life.
In fact, Zha He didn't know that living alone was not necessarily that good. Living was more difficult than death.
Lu Wenlong quietly stood next to her and looked at her anxiously. He had never seen his mother's eyes look so desperate. He was so sad that he could no longer cry or shed tears.
"Mother… "
Hua Rong took his hand and suddenly stood up and walked towards the fire, shouting loudly: "Let's go immediately, it's not safe here yet, the Jin army may catch up at any time."
The clueless people woke up from their grief, and the snake immediately asked: "Where should we go?"
"Go to the southwest. There is neither the power of the Jin Army nor the power of Yelv Dayong."
"yes."
The savages helped the old and the young, stood up from their grief, and fled in confusion in the dusk. They urgently needed to find a temporary place to live. Their home has been destroyed, where is the new paradise
Hua Rong stopped to look at the fire that had not been extinguished. At this time, even the setting sun had completely rolled into the clouds, leaving only the last touch of color in the sky, which suddenly turned golden, making people unable to open their eyes to look at it.
Hua Rong looked at this tribe that had lost half of its people. In front of it were the voices of children, chirping. The children didn't know how to grieve yet. They cried for a while and then returned to their cheerful nature. They thought this was a journey to a new paradise. The journey of progress. Life is like this. Forget the sorrow and start again, so you can live on and continue forever.
The evening breeze blew, and the songs came bursting. The jungle only echoed the cries of the savage girl. The cries carried far and wide with the wind. They were the spiritual songs of their tribe, one after another, lonely and sad.
"Mom..." Lu Wenlong started to cry again, "Uncle Zhahe..."
Hua Rong's tears finally fell, and Lu Wenlong shouted in panic: "Mom, mom, what's wrong with you?"
She wiped her eyes randomly and her face became calm again. However, Lu Wenlong could clearly see that the red tears flowing from her mother's eyes were blood, drop by drop.
In the main camp of the Jin Army, Wanyan Hailing sat proudly in the tent, drinking wine and tasting delicacies. These delicacies were all deer, rabbits, wild boars, etc. that escaped when the fire burned. "Haha, this is the joy of war, how can you Taste such natural barbecue. I feel sorry for these beasts, but they even roasted themselves for us to eat."
He is a handsome man, one of the best among the Jurchens, and he is only in his early twenties. But such a person is indescribably sinister and vicious. Relying on his relationship with Heci's stepbrother, he has already grown up. Sheng, dominating one side.
A spy came in and knelt down: "Report to the general that the snake tribe has fled south of the Shuihua River."
"Pursue with all your strength, leaving no one behind."
"yes."
When the spy went out, he proudly picked up a piece of barbecue and took a big bite, his handsome cheeks bulging strangely. This time, the spy came in very hastily, and he didn't have time to kneel down and reported: "Report to the general, it's not good, big snake" The tribe fled..."
"Idiot, how could they escape?" Wanyan Hailing threw away the barbecue in his hand and stood up angrily, "I have an army of 30,000, but they only have 1,000 troops. How could they escape?"
"When they were crossing the Watering Flower River, a large number of snakes came out and stopped us... "
"Hurry, take a detour and catch up immediately. There is another secret road. Hurry, this is the only road. If I can't catch you, I will kill you."
"yes."
At the same time, in the temporary palace in Yanjing, a protracted conference finally came to an end.
It was still about the issue of moving the capital. Jin Wushu rubbed his eyes tiredly, remembering deeply that in Shangjing, when the old wolf master was alive, everyone sat around the kang, discussed the topic in a few words, and had a good time; but now, the little wolf master joins the assassination. He has completely fallen in love with the cumbersome etiquette of the Han people, where the emperor and his ministers submit memorials, replies, and refutations one after another. Everyone takes turns to answer the questions, which is endless and boring. He is indignant, since He Ci is on the throne of the emperor. After all the honor and power the emperor of the Han Dynasty had done, why could he not make up his mind on the issue of moving the capital? Another Jin Kingdom method? It seems that except for his emperor's throne, He Ci is not willing to Chineseize anything else.
Move the capital! The capital must be moved to Yanjing and the real Song and Liao system implemented, so that the Jin Kingdom can truly become a powerful empire. Otherwise, it will be trapped in the cold imperial village for a lifetime, with no chance of dominating the world.
Because of this protracted discussion, everyone ate and drank in the temporary palace and did not hear anything about the outside world for a long time. On this day, something finally came to light, and the tired Jurchen nobles returned home one after another. Jin Wushu had just returned. In his own mansion, a guard hurriedly came in: "Fourth Prince, there is good news."
"What good news?"
"Wanyan Hailing has opened the secret passage to attack Yelu Dayong."
Jin Wushu was very surprised: "Why did Wanyan Hailing go there? That's not his territory!"
"He said it was the Wolf Lord who ordered him."
Jin Wushu was startled and suddenly thought of something: "How did they get through the secret passage?"
"They wiped out the Orochi tribe."
Jin Wushu's heart trembled, wiped out the big snake tribe? how come? He had a verbal agreement with Hua Rong, and their mother and son were still there. If the Orochi tribe was destroyed, wouldn't they also be wiped out
He was furious and hurriedly walked out: "Hurry up and prepare your horses and stop Wanyan Hailing immediately. This little beast, relying on the power of the Wolf Lord, dares to do evil in this prince's territory!"
Several guards were already running in front. Jin Wushu turned over and got on the Wuzui horse and ran out. Behind him, Wu Qimai was panting and led the army to catch up. He felt vaguely very uneasy in his heart: Why did Wanyan Hailing dare to So arrogantly and openly provoking the Fourth Prince
The sound of the Wuzui horse neighed far away on the other side of the Watering Flower River.
Jin Wushu reined in his horse and looked at the raging fire on the opposite side with fear, the scattered corpses that were randomly thrown into the river, and the snakes that were driven into the river by the blazing flames, floating and rolling on the corpses, carrying a strong fishy smell. , disgusting.
"Someone, come quickly..."
After hearing the news, the Ten Thousand Captains came forward and knelt on the ground: "Fourth Prince..."
Jin Wushu whipped him in the face: "You bastards, who told you to attack the Serpent Tribe?"
The captain covered his face in fear: "It's General Hailing, it's him..."
"Where is Hailing?"
"People have been sent to chase the remnants of the Orochi tribe..."
Jin Wushu couldn't hear what he was saying. He could only search the corpses along the bank with his fearful eyes. He couldn't imagine if he saw his son's corpse or Hua Rong's corpse next time! His voice was trembling: "Is the leader of the Orochi tribe dead?"
"Report to the Fourth Prince..."
Before Captain Ten Thousands finished speaking, Anhan came forward and knelt on the ground: "Fourth Prince, there is a child in the Serpent Tribe, who claims to be the little prince..."
"Quick, where are they?"
"Run away, he ran away with Zhahe..."