Volume 1: The Empire of the Early Morning Chapter 181 For Food, Return South!

Because he was reluctant to be a beautiful concubine like a flower and jade, the king did not go to court early from now on, because he was reluctant to win the ink word of gold and silver, and he would rather not eat from now on - the non-eating here naturally refers to not going to the banquet, not really having any opinions on the Tang Empire, and wanting to use the means of not entering the grain of rice to express it.

When he was a child, he experienced the terrible drought and famine, and his psychological shadow was extremely serious, and he insisted that only eating was the most important thing in the world, because there was no immortal in the world who could eat and drink, even if it was the world's strongest sword saint Liu Bai, if he wanted to come for a few days without eating, he would be hungry and panicked, and whoever didn't eat would die.

In those years when there was no food, not to mention things like roses that expressed love, they were naked and peerless beauties, and in the eyes of many men, they were probably not much different from meat.

Buddhism always likes to preach pink skulls, and Ning Que can't help but secretly guess that those ascetics eat green vegetables and tofu gruel every day, and have to cross mountains and mountains, and are in a state of semi-starvation every day, so they put forward such a correct idiotic argument. It is estimated that there is some kind of connection between the two, and the hungry people who don't even have the strength to scold the heavens are estimated to be interested in doing those things for men and women, so they have to lift their belts to chant and praise the Buddha?

Ning Que's ideas are naturally not correct, but at least they are a little bit of a hidden law of human history. The most fundamental reason for wars between tribal states and within tribal states is often for food.

In order to fill their stomachs, the displaced people dared to attack the state and capture the city, and fought desperately with the regular armies of various countries. In order to fill the bellies of their people, so that they would not fight with themselves, the countries did not hesitate to tear their faces and put down their bodies to take it by force, just to get more land back. Also in order to fill their stomachs, the Northern Wilderness tribes, which have been far away from the Central Plains for more than a thousand years, were forced to move south with difficulty and launched an active attack on the fierce barbarian tribes on the grassland, not caring if they would alarm those countries in the Central Plains and whether they would bring any trouble.

War is all about eating, and of course, in order to win a war, we must first ensure that the people in the war are able to eat enough first. On the slightly cold grassland, the green smoke rising from dozens of earthen stoves and the mutton boiled in clear water in dozens of cauldrons are this kind of guarantee.

Thousands of men dressed in animal skins sat around the earthen stove, eating mutton in silence, whether it was a wrinkled old man or a young man with a young expression, his expression was calm and firm, as if he had not just traveled thousands of miles to the south, but had lived here for many years.

They are part of the army of the Northern Wilderness tribe, in other words, they are part of all the men who can fight in the Northern Wilderness tribe, and this time the southern conquest has all the men who can fight in the Northern Wilderness tribe, and there is not even an army.

All the old and weak women and children of the tribe have been left behind, and it will take about a month to reach the edge of the grassland, if the men cannot win this war and take this grassland, then the family in the wasteland behind them will definitely be swallowed up by the darkness, cold, hunger and the blade of the enemy.

For countless years, the tribes of the Northern Wilderness have lived in the cold regions of the extreme north, living Atami, and they simply cannot maintain too many people, and in recent years, with the strange extension of the night time and the gradual decrease in temperature, their lives have become more and more difficult, and in the late winter, the tribal elders finally made up their minds to move south.

If you don't move south, you won't have anything to eat, and in the south there are large grasslands, flocks of sheep, and grain. It's a pity that the land that the thief gave to humans was too unheroic, and most of the land already had owners, including this large area of fertile grasslands.

So, let's fight.

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A thousand years later, the desolate man reappeared in the eyes of the world, which should have shocked the world. It's just that this once arrogant grassland and the dying people of the Central Plains have left this world for too long, so long that many people have long forgotten their existence, and the sinister natural environment and the torture of time have reduced the number of people in this tribe to the point where people do not feel any threat, so this matter is temporarily limited to the northern part of the grassland.

The reason for this situation is also very related to the wise decision-making of the senators of the desolate tribe, before moving south, the desolate people have determined a firm and clear goal, the grassland referred to by the sword blade belongs to the land of the barbarian Left Horde Khan, and has nothing to do with those countries in the Central Plains, especially the powerful and terrifying empire, and although the desolate warriors of the southern expedition are brave in battle, they have been cautious to suppress the war in the northern part of the grassland.

It had been nearly a month since the troops of the southern expedition of the deserted people came to the northern edge of the steppe, and the battle with the cavalry of the barbarian Left Horde King had been going on for a month.

The cruelty of war is that even the victors must pay the price of death. The desert warriors were silent and resolute, brave but extremely disciplined, and their individual combat effectiveness was far superior to that of the steppe barbarians, but their numbers were too small, although they successively defeated the 100,000 cavalry under the command of the Left Horde King like a tide of frenzied attacks, and more and more of their companions died.

A desolate wizard with tree sap on his face, walking among the corpses of the corpses of the corpses with a calm expression, squatting down from time to time, gently touching the eyebrows of the deceased with his fingers, his withered lips moved slightly, and he emitted incomprehensible syllables, which seemed to be excessive and seemed to be singing.

Not far from the corpses of the soldiers, a desolate boy about thirteen or fourteen years old blew the bone flute in his hand, and the sound of the flute was terrible, as if telling the pain of the desolate man who had been displaced for thousands of years, fighting against the misery of the world, and struggling to survive.

An old voice was added to the flute, and a respected master of the Senate sang a song that all the desolate people would sing, and the song was desolate and vigorous, and there was a shocking unyielding indomitable in the tragedy.

"The sky is also cold, the ground is also cold, and the goshawk does not dare to look at the northern wilderness. ”

"Atami falls, Atami rises, hunting snow wolves on the shore of Atami. ”

"The snow wolf chases, the snow wolf dies, and the sword is busy looking for deer all day long. ”

"Where you live, where you die, where you can bury your bones. ”

"Minshan is strong, Minshan is strong, Minshan is the real hometown. ”

"Stepping through the vast snow, stepping through thousands of miles of frost, looking south all day long. ”

"Step through the vast snow, step through the frost, and no longer look south. ”

"I'll go first, and you come again. ”

"I'll fight first, and you come again. ”

"I'll die first, and you'll come later. ”

"The return is near, the return is far, and the return is set on. ”

"I'm 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. The desolate singing kept repeating the last two sentences, and several young desert warriors looked silently over there, and as the old man's singing softly agreed, an atmosphere of strength but not sadness arose on the grassland.

More of the desert warriors remained silent, they ate mutton in silence, drank the indelible oil soup in silence, and took advantage of the interval between battles to seize all the time to replenish their strength, because no one knew when the next battle would begin.

The ancestors of the desolate people were once called natural warriors by the people of the Central Plains, and now they have experienced thousands of years of treacherous environment, the word battle is written in the blood vessels and bones, and the death of their companions will not move them in the slightest, even the songs that have been passed down for thousands of years can only cause a soft chorus in their hearts, but they cannot interfere with their preparations for battle.

At this moment, the battle horn sounded again.

The grassland trembled slightly, and I don't know how many of the elite cavalry of the Left Tent King came to kill.

Unfazed, the desolate warriors put down the mutton and soup spoons in their hands, raised their sleeves and wiped their oily faces, and then picked up the heavy and badly damaged weapons beside them, and walked slowly southward, not even forgetting to extinguish the fire in the earthen stove.

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Slow, brisk, trot, and finally start sprinting.

The way the desolate warriors entered the battlefield was strikingly similar to the way the steppe cavalry, except that there were no war horses under them, only a pair of legs of their own, but what was incredible was that these desolate warriors, who were wearing leather robes and holding knives and axes, did not look very tall and strong, once they ran, the speed was so fast, and the momentum was so amazing.

As the buzzing sound sounded intensively, the steppe cavalry who were good at riding and archery pulled the bowstring of the short bow from a long distance, and countless arrows pierced the sky, raining down on thousands of desolate warriors.

With a pop, the sharp arrow hit a desolate warrior running at high speed, and after the cluster of arrows pierced through the leather armor, it planted in his chest like a root, and the blood quickly penetrated and stained the leather armor red, but the desolate warrior seemed to be unnoticed, still carrying a knife and axe and rushing towards the black tide cavalry, it was obvious that the arrow was blocked by the desolate man's steel-like skin, and did not hurt his vital point.

There are no military orders and no flags, the battle of the desolate people relies on that instinctive intuition, relying on the tacit understanding and trust in their companions cultivated by more than a thousand years of blood side by side, when there are still dozens of steps away from the black tide of the steppe cavalry, as long as the soldiers who are not shot to the ground by the cavalry arrows, neatly draw out the sharp axe on their waists, snort, and throw it with all their strength!

The sharp axe rotated at high speed, cutting through the air on the battlefield, and the bright light reflected the sunlight, reflecting the snow-white light and shadow in the cyan grassland, which looked extremely beautiful, but also extremely terrifying.

With their strong defensive power, the desolate warriors stubbornly resisted the first round of salvo fire of the steppe cavalry, and entered the effective killing distance of the flying axe, and they ran so fast that the steppe cavalry did not have time to carry out the second round of salvo, so they threw the axe in their hands!

The rain of arrows failed to shoot too many desolate warriors down on the grassland, and the torrential rain formed by more than a thousand sharp and snowy axes directly caused the grassland cavalry to suffer the most brutal blow, the already heavy axe coupled with the throwing power and rotation of the desolate warriors easily cut through the light armor on the cavalry, even if the axe tail contacted, it directly made these grassland cavalry fracture and spurt blood!

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(Say a few very important things: one, after writing last night, I was working on the detailed outline of the next volume, deducing all the way and overthrowing all the way, and finally I don't know if I was excited by the plot in the future, or depressed by the degree of trouble, in short, I had insomnia, and I couldn't sleep until noon, so I simply didn't sleep, I hope to adjust the biological clock again, but in the afternoon, I couldn't stand it, and I wrote this chapter in four or five hours, and the quality mood should be fine, but I really don't know the text, because the eyes are not good, and I will sleep after eating the food brought back by the leader for a while, and if I wake up tomorrow if I am in good spirits, I will strive to write more。 There is another very important thing to report to you, that is the annual selection, to be honest, with the help of the big guys, I won the best author the year before last, and last year I won the best work, I am really grateful, satisfied, I really don't know what to do this year, anyway, you want to vote for me without spending money, I am still deeply grateful, but please don't spend money to vote, I really don't want anything, Heshi Heshi. The moderators in the book review section also have the best selection, but I don't know why our moderators are not included in the designated range, scratching their heads, they have worked really hard these months, which I know very well, so I take this opportunity to express my sincere gratitude to them here. Everyone, bye, this paragraph doesn't count the number of words, what I said earlier is really not polite, I really don't want anything. ）