The continuous mountains are majestic and steep, straight up to the sky, and the Qinghe River at the foot of the mountains is winding like a dragon, without knowing the end or where it came from. The heavy snow is flying all over the sky, covering the sky and the wilderness, the wide valley is covered with mountains and forests, stretching as far as the eye can see, the mountain wind is howling and bitterly cold.
The ground covered three feet of snow, the rocks were cracked by frost, the birds disappeared, and the beasts disappeared.
This is Hexi, where people are hard to come by.
— This is the view of the Central Plains people. In fact, there is no shortage of people in Hexi. Since the chaos in the Central Plains at the end of Han Dynasty, there have been countless people who have gone to Hexi to escape the war.
During the Five Husbands and Chinas period, the culture here was even more prosperous, and its style of writing was vigorous and vigorous, and it embraced all rivers, which was much stronger than the softness of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
As a result, no matter who occupies the northern and central plains, they will send a large number of people to Hexi to transport those educated people to the area under their jurisdiction, such as Tuoba Hong, Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and Fu Jian, Emperor of the former Qin Dynasty.
To this day, various ethnic groups live together in the land of Hexi, and the Han people are the main crowd. After Zhang Yichao conquered the eleven prefectures in the west of Hexi, and presented his pictures to the imperial court, some officials went to Shazhou, Gua and other prefectures to inspect, and what they saw was "everyone wears Chinese clothes".
Generations of Han people developed Hexi, making the barren land a livable place.
However, in such a place, the current owners are not Han Chinese, but Tubo people.
In front of a snow-capped birch forest, a group of people braved the wind and snow, walking on the gentle slope, and the footprints behind them stretched far along the river bank, with no end in sight in the white world.
There are five of them. An old man with long sleeves, a fat man, a beautiful woman with a long sword, and two teenagers. Whether it is an old man or a child, traveling in such an environment is far from difficult.
"Master, we have been walking for five days, how long are we going to go?" a voice asked in a muffled voice.
"It will take another day and a half to reach Minzhou. If you are lucky enough, you may be able to see the village today without sleeping in the wild." A slightly old voice answered without any emotion.
"There's still a day and a half..." The first person who spoke let out a desperate howl.
"Hmph! You've only been walking for a few days, and you can't take it anymore? The two little guys behind didn't say a word, and you're the only one who talks a lot along the way!" the old man said angrily.
"Master, but why do we have to walk in the wild? If you want to go to Minzhou, why don't you just fly there?"
"Shut up! If you talk too much, I will beat you!"
"Senior Sister..."
"Shut up!"
No one spoke any more, and the procession continued on its way.
Until they finally found smoke rising from the river valley not far ahead in the white world.
"There are people! There are people, senior sister, let's hurry up!"
There are more than 20 families in the river valley, which is already a very large village in the Hexi African city, which is far away from the state capital and county town. In such a quiet winter, the villagers in the village did not enjoy the tranquility they deserved.
They were gathered in the open space at the head of the village, surrounded by ferocious Tubo soldiers, and the few sheep in the village were being roasted on the huge bonfire in front of them, and the smoke was rising.
A Tibetan man in his thirties sat in front of the fire with Dama Jindao, biting the leg of lamb in his mouth, and glanced at the fearful villagers in front of him from time to time, with bloodthirsty and cruel lights shining in his eyes.
Judging by the material of his armor, he should have a high status in the army.
His name is Shangxie.
After he tapped a few times with the meat cutting knife in his hand, several young girls in the crowd were roughly dragged out by soldiers with grim smiles, and threw them at his feet.
Seeing this scene, some young and strong men among the villagers were so angry that they wanted to rush out with red eyes. Most of the men in the village live by hunting, and they are not lacking in bravery. Being so insulted by a Tibetan, how can these Han family sons bear it
With a puff, the meat-cutting knife in Shang Xire's hand was nailed between the eyebrows of the fastest man.
The man's body flew upside down and fell into the crowd, his limbs twitched twice and then became silent.
For a moment, the crowd exploded, shouting and yelling, and the other men showed no fear, but moved faster, screaming and crossing a few times, and with fists raised, they were already in front of Shangxi's warm-up.
Shang Xire didn't get up, and didn't look at these men. There was a look of contempt in his eyes, and he didn't see any movement. Suddenly, the wind rose under his feet, and the white snow around him was like a sand curtain, covering the men all over!
In an instant, blood flashed in the snow curtain, screams were shrill and piercing, and several men flew out backwards in response!
When they fell to the ground, they were already drenched in blood, their bodies could only convulse, and they could no longer move. But they didn't die immediately, the pain distorted their faces, and their eyes were full of unwilling anger and hatred.
The others glared at Shang Xire, but didn't rush out for a while. They knew very well that rushing out could only lead to death. In the area of Hexi, it is useless to blindly be brave. Only by saving one's life can one have a chance of revenge in the future.
Shang Xire stood up slowly, glanced at everyone contemptuously, let out a cold snort from his nostrils, and said in half-baked Chinese: "A while ago, this general went on an expedition to Longzhou, where he killed many Han people and took them back. It was a glorious moment, and it was a pity that you didn’t see it. Let me tell you, the land of the Han people will eventually belong to the Tubo warriors, and the Han men and women are destined to become the slaves of the Tubo warriors!
"However, after I came back, General Ben heard that several Han people had massacred the heroic and noble Tubo monks in Weizhou recently. Countless people died at their hands! Hmph, I didn't meet them when I came back. Their luck! Otherwise, they are already dead!
"General Japan came here today to kill everyone in your village, so that those Han people know that the brave and noble Tubo warriors will never be provoked! If they have the courage, let them come to Minzhou City to find me, brave And wise Shangxie!"
It took more than three times the time to stumbling around to say something.
After saying these words, a look of glory appeared on Shang Xire's face, he stretched out his hands and looked up at the sky, and said in a chanting tone: "Great Moon God, let this blizzard come more violently, okay Spread the bloody smell of these stupid and cowardly Han people farther... "
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He muttered a lot in Tubo dialect, and finally crossed his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and looked like he was communicating with the gods.
And those of his men have already raised their longbows and crossbows, aiming at the people in custody!
Shang Xire waited for a moment, but the sound of bow and arrow piercing the air did not sound as expected. This made him extremely dissatisfied. The soldiers under his command were all elites in all battles. When did he not even understand his own orders
He opened his eyes angrily, and was about to reprimand his soldiers. However, his mouth was already opened, but not only did he not make a sound, but he couldn't close it, his eyes were full of ghostly looks.
Around him, among the more than a hundred soldiers he brought, none of them stood still, and all of them fell in the snow and in a pool of blood.
Some of them were cut open in the middle, and their viscera were steaming out, looking extremely miserable!
Shang Xire thought it was a hallucination, shook his head, and then opened his eyes to look carefully, but the scene did not change in the slightest. This made him terrified. Who was it that would kill all his soldiers in such a short period of time without making a sound? !
Don't ask this question.
Because he saw five more people besides the surprised and surprised villagers in front of him.
A fat man, a stunning beauty, a dark-complexioned boy, a girl with a machete like a door panel, and an old Taoist priest standing far behind. These people all looked at him.
Five pairs of eyes, but the same expression.
This look made Shangxi shudder, and a strange gurgling sound came out of his throat.
It was the look of a dead man.
"Who... who are you?" The thick smell of blood in the air made Shang Xire's scalp tingle. This was the smell he was most used to and liked the most, but when these smells emanated from his soldiers, he couldn't stand it at all.
"Those Tubo people in Weizhou died at our hands. I just heard that you want to find us? Now that we are here, why don't you draw your sword?" It was neither the old Taoist priest nor the stunning beauty who spoke, but the The Maiden with the Machete.
She has a pair of opal-like eyes, which were originally extremely agile, crystal clear, and beautiful, but at the moment they are extremely penetrating, because they are full of murderous intent.
Shang Xire opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything except a rattling sound.
The girl's eyelids drooped, and the chill became even worse.
She began to walk towards Shang Xire: "As a soldier, I used to not kill enemies who would not draw their swords. But now, I am impatient. Remember my name—to hear my name is the greatest honor in your life! "
As soon as the words fell, Dao Guang had already arrived in front of Shang Xire!
Shang Xire swears that he has never seen such a fast and sharp knife light in his life!
He only had time to use his saber to block his body before a burst of unbearable pain came from his arm, and then the blood mist hit his face, and his body flew upside down, hitting a big tree two feet away. On the ground, white snow rustled.
The hand holding the knife was bursting from flesh to bone, all the way to his shoulder!
The broken shoulders were bloody and bloody, and the bones were dense.
The big tree behind him was broken, so his spine was also broken.
Chancery is not dead.
But he wanted to die immediately.
Only by death can one no longer endure the great pain of the body.
It's a pity that the girl with her hair combed into a ponytail didn't come to end his pain. She put away the knife and went to help the frightened village girls.
The dark-complexioned young man glanced contemptuously at Shang Xire, who was dripping with blood and in pain beyond human form, as if he had caught a glimpse of a fly. But when he looked at the girl, he smiled flatteringly, "Wenwen, you haven't told him your name yet!"
The girl glared at him, "How many times have I told you not to call me Wenwen! As for him, I changed my mind. He is too weak to know my name."
Shang Xire, who heard this, would have wiped his own neck if he hadn't lost all strength to move.
Amidst the grateful thanks from the villagers, the old Taoist priest walked up to the bloody young men and bent down to heal their injuries.
"Dao... Daoist, can they still be saved?" The old village chief asked the old Taoist in a trembling voice.
The old Taoist turned to him and smiled kindly: "As long as you don't die, you can save him."
The old village chief was grateful for his gratitude, and suddenly fell silent for a while, then asked with bright eyes: "I heard that this time the Tubo barbarians invaded Guanzhong, but they were killed by several monks one after another because of the Tubo nobles from Wei, Qin and other states. However, he was at a loss and had no choice but to advance the teacher... Dare I ask, were you the one who killed those Tubo nobles?"
The old Taoist buried his head in treating wounds, but he didn't lift his head when he heard this: "It's us."
"Dare to ask the chief and the names of the heroes?"
"It's not a hero, old Daoist Chu Nanhuai."
"Su Emei."
"Wei Xiaozhuang."
"Liu Xiaohei."
"Li Wenwen."
"Hey, Wenwen, when did you change your Highness's surname?"
"I want you to manage!"