Grassland.

As the saying goes, the sea is all water, and the grassland is all grass, and there is nothing wrong with this sentence.

People who have not been to the grassland really can't imagine the vastness of the grassland, although the mountains of Yinshan can still be seen vaguely on the horizon, but when you are on the carpet of green grass that seems to be a whole piece, the joy is indeed indescribable. Especially now is the season when the grass grows and the eagle flies, and when the delicate and tender grass touches the soles of the feet, it makes people feel a joy full of hope.

But for these Xianbei tribes in Yinshan, there is no feeling of joy at the arrival of spring, only indescribable fear and the cold that makes people shiver from their bones.

Several Xianbei men pressed against the horse's neck as much as possible to reduce the resistance of the wind, and from time to time looked back with a flattering expression, the horses were drenched in sweat, their hooves were flying, and speckled dirt and fine grass foam were raised high behind the horses' hooves, and hula rushed across the meadow......

In the distance are more than a dozen tents, a column of cattle and sheep, and some half-grown boys are gathering outside this small tribal settlement to play, saying that they are playing, but in fact there is no usual hustle and bustle, for them, they have not yet realized the crisis they are facing, but they look at the faces of the adults are not good, so they usually like to play the game of war and wrestling, and they have no energy, but they don't want to get too close to the tent, and make a noise to annoy the adults, so they got together, Holding a wooden stick, the grass roots are bored digging out ant holes.

"It's back! Abba they're back! ”

A sharp-eyed boy saw the horses at a gallop in the meadow, and recognized it as his father, so he jumped up for joy, and ran in the direction of the horses to the tent.

"It's back! Oooh, it's back! A group of boys also cheered, ran and jumped. To them, their father is the bravest man in the world, and no problem can be difficult to fall, and no wind or snow can stop them, as if as long as their father is there, the pillars of the tent will never collapse.

"Aba!"

The kid who rushed to the front just smiled and jumped to meet his father, but was pushed aside by his father, and suddenly couldn't stand steadily, staggered and fell to the ground, and when he raised his head, he found that his father's face was pale, and there was a look he had never seen between his eyebrows, so frightened that he couldn't help kicking his legs on the ground, trying to stand up, but found that he had some weak legs......

“…… How's it going? ”

"...... Abel"

The young man in the prime of life, Aurchi, grabbed the old man's robe and said with a royal expression, "...... The big boss and the left general are all ...... All defeated! Defeated! Now the Han Chinese are marching north! ...... along the way"

Aurchi showed a look of fear on his face, beads of sweat the size of beans came out of his forehead, and he shivered: "...... All were breached...... And also...... Battle is all dead......"

"What?!" The old man grabbed Aurchi's arm urgently, then took a few quick breaths, and then said, "...... Don't worry, say it slowly, say it slowly, what's wrong? ”

Aurchi froze, gasped for a while, wiped the sweat on his head, and said: "Our right lord and left general were defeated by a Han man in the south, and even Battle was killed in battle!" The Han people carry three-colored flags, and there is a kind of monster and giant that is so hard that even the sharpest knives and arrows can't hurt! Battle was killed in front of those giants...... The monsters of the Han people are taller than our horses, they are all bigger, and they will spray white mist, it is said that they are fed flesh and blood, and they are extremely fierce, and our horses see that the monsters of the Han people have weak legs and feet, and there is no way to fight at all...... The Han people went all the way to the north, and it is said that they were about to reach Heyin, and all the tribes on the road were ...... All...... ...... all."

Aurchi said, but couldn't help but make a swing, although he didn't say what the tribes along the way were, but his expression already said everything.

“…… And this ......" Aur took out a sheepskin from his bosom with a calm face, and said with some patterns on it, "This is the ...... sent to us by the people of General Zuo"

The old man hurriedly took it, and pointed at the little man on the horse on the top of the sheepskin pattern with his old and withered yellow fingers, and his face became more and more ugly, and the ink between the wrinkles of the years became heavier and heavier, as if the shadows in the tent were all covered on the face.

"Thirty more...... "The old man closed his eyes and muttered, "...... Now that spring is coming, the cattle and sheep need to find a good pasture, paste the fat that goes down in winter, and the horses are ready to start breeding...... Thirty more people, even my old bones are not enough, do you want to let half-grown children also fight......"

"Aurchi, this transfer order was sent to you by the person who sent it to General Zuo?" The old man opened his eyes and stared at Aurchi and asked.

Aurchi shook his head and said, "I don't know, the entire Zuo General tribe is in a mess...... Just one person, a tribe gave a transfer order...... What to do? ”

"This ...... This troop transfer order, besides you, who else has seen it? The old man tightly pinched General Zuo's transfer order, as if he could pinch this small sheepskin out of the water, and after getting Aurchi's negative answer, he groaned for a while before looking left and right, and then said: "...... Aurchi, you come with me......" After saying that, he turned around and entered the tent behind him.

Knowing why, Aurchi followed the old man into the tent, but saw the old man standing in front of the small campfire in the tent, motionless, the flickering flames reflected the old man's old face, and the darkness between the wrinkles on his face seemed to drip out.

After a moment of silence, the old man suddenly raised the order to transfer troops to the bonfire, and then let go......

"Abel!" Aurchi exclaimed in surprise.

The old man said in a deep voice, his voice hoarse, as if there were countless tiredness and wind and rain hidden in it: "...... Our tribe is too small...... It's too small...... It's so small that I can't afford to lose it again...... Aurchi ...... This is not a transfer order, this is a relocation order! This is the migration order! General Left ordered us to ...... Move to the northwest to preserve the ...... of the people"

Aurchi sighed, then fell silent, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "Abel, since this is the case, we must move faster, don't wait for the Han people to come up...... Let's pack up and ...... tomorrow No, leave today! ”

"That's right! Go today! The old man looked at Aurchi and nodded, "You go and talk to everyone, let's go and ...... today."

Aurchi turned and walked out of the tent, and the light from outside the tent came in a little, and it was immediately blocked by the door curtain, and the inside of the tent fell into shadow again......

“…… General Zuo, it's not me...... Alas...... Anyway, my tribe is so small, and there are not many fewer men than thirty men...... General Zuo, I'm sorry...... My grandson is just fourteen years old and really ...... I really don't want to let him go to war like this...... Your great kindness, I will be a cow and a horse in the next life to give you back......"

The old man knelt down in the northeast direction, bowed to the ground, and muttered, but his voice became lower and lower......