The sun sets, and the sun is like blood.

The vast grassland, vast and empty, at the end of the horizon, seems to be connected with the sky.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

On the endless grassland, the sound of iron hooves sounded, the earth was trembling, and the white clouds in the sky were dodging, as if a terrible beast was approaching.

On the horizon, a man and a rider appeared.

Behind this single horse, as if the curtain was opened, more and more figures appeared, and as far as the eye could see, the black armor was all colored, and on the chest of the armor, there was a mark of white flames engraved on the chest.

Flame Army!

"The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk......"

Looking at the vast grassland in front of him, Jiang Xiaobai only felt comfortable and full of spirit, and there was a feeling that the acupoints of his whole body had been opened.

"The export is a chapter, and the lord sings a good poem." Xu Shu said with a smile.

"It's just a feeling."

Jiang Xiaobai smiled, he ordered someone to get the map, and Que Ji, who was an aborigine, also surrounded him at this time and introduced him to the area under everyone's feet.

The place where everyone is is the Monan grassland.

This is the territory of Xianbei in the east.

The area outside the plug is vast, it can be roughly divided into Mobei, Monan, Mobei has a harsh environment, cold climate, flying sand and rocks for many years, not a single inch of grass grows, and it is not suitable for human habitation.

Compared with Mobei, Monan is heaven.

Here, there is fertile land, verdant grasslands that seem to never be exhausted, and the natural geographical environment makes the nomads in Mobei move south.

The Monan grassland is sandwiched between Mobei and Dahan, and is a long and narrow strip from east to west.

Because of the westward migration of the Xiongnu, the Xianbei tribe quickly took root and grew in the Monan grassland, and took advantage of the situation to rise, which is a huge ethnic group, composed of hundreds of scattered tribes.

Decades ago, Tanshi Huai was born, using a combination of rigidity and softness to unify the Xianbei tribe like scattered sand and establish the Xianbei Empire.

However, with the death of Tanshi Huai, the Xianbei Dynasty split and went its own way, forming today's situation.

"Today's Xianbei is divided into three parts of the world, and the three-legged stand of the late Han Dynasty, this is really a pair of difficult brothers." Jiang Xiaobai muttered in a low voice.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Que Ji asked.

Jiang Xiaobai: "It's nothing, you go on." ”

"After the split, the attitude of the various Xianbei tribes towards your Han court is different, first of all, the western Xianbei, the western Xianbei is adjacent to the territory of the Xiongnu, and the Xiongnu have friction with the Han all the year round, and the war continues, affecting the western Xianbei, so the relationship between the western Xianbei and the Han court is always like a separation, and occasionally contribute to the Han court."

"The second is the Central Xianbei, the Central Xianbei has a very tough attitude towards the Han Dynasty, especially after Kebi can become the leader of the Central Xianbei, the desire to annex the Eastern and Western Xianbei is quite strong."

"Finally, it's our eastern Xianbei."

Que Ji slowly spoke: "Our Eastern Xianbei hopes to become friends with your Han Ting, and we will pay tribute to Han Ting every year. ”

Jiang Xiaobai nodded and agreed with Que Ji's words.

Que Ji: "My lord, at our current speed, we will be able to reach the tribe under my jurisdiction tomorrow, I heard that it has been occupied by the people of Micah, and I don't know if my wife and children are dead or alive." ”

"Pass the order, put things in order, and set off in two hours." Jiang Xiaobai said to Cheng Yuanzhi beside him.

"Order."

Cheng Yuanzhi turned around on his horse and passed the military order to the whole army.

"Thank you, sir."

Que Ji looked at Jiang Xiaobai with gratitude in his eyes, he knew that the Ghost Flame Army had marched so far, and the rectification time of two hours was too short, Jiang Xiaobai arranged it like this, completely for his sake.

"It's okay, take advantage of this time, you can tell me more about your three Xianbei, I'm curious." Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

The next day, in the early hours of the morning.

Jiang Xiaobai marched at night with the Ghost Flame Army, and finally arrived at the tribe under the jurisdiction of Que Ji.

Seeing the silhouette of the tribe in the distance, Que Ji couldn't wait to shoot his horse away, he broke away from the army, and returned to the tribe with an anxious face.

As far as the eye can see, the tribe where Que Ji lives is now in shambles, and wails are heard from time to time.

Different from the houses inhabited by the Han people, the nomadic people such as Xianbei and Xiongnu live in yurts.

The yurt is very simple to set up, far easier than building a house, and it is shaped like a camp tent on a march, but it is more solid than a tent.

However, no matter how solid these yurts were, they could not stop Qiu Liju from leading the iron cavalry and destroying them.

As far as the eye can see, more than ninety percent of the hundreds of yurts have been damaged.

At this moment, Que Ji's clansmen were organizing manpower to try their best to remedy it, and when Jiang Xiaobai led the Ghost Flame Army to arrive, they happened to see Que Ji fall next to a corpse.

The corpse was a woman, Que Ji's wife.

Around Que Ji and his wife, there were still many Xianbei people, all of whom were old, weak, sick and disabled, and all the young and middle-aged people were taken away by Qiu Liju and others.

The arrival of the Ghost Flame Army, as if a fierce beast was approaching, frightened the many Xianbei people around, and they wanted to flee in all directions.

Fortunately, Que Ji spoke out in time to stop the panic.

However, many Xianbei people looked at the Flame Army, still with fear.

After experiencing the baptism of war and blood, even if the Ghost Flame Army did not make any movement at this time, they stood there quietly, but the killing aura on their bodies was permeated, causing the air in this world to solidify.

It was like a fierce beast that chose people to devour, crawling there motionless, and it was terrifying.

At this time, Que Ji hugged the cold body of his deceased wife tightly, and he was immersed in the grief of losing his wife, without hysterical screams or tears, just so silent.

Suppressing all the grief in the bottom of his heart, Que Ji is using this self-torture method to repay the guilt of his deceased wife.

Que Ji was blaming himself, he felt that he had killed his wife.

"Lord ......"

Xu Shu couldn't bear to see this scene, he wanted to say nothing to Jiang Xiaobai, and wanted to step forward to comfort Que Ji, but Jiang Xiaobai shook his head to stop him.

In this matter, it is up to Que Ji to come out of his grief by himself.

Compared with other people in the eastern Xianbei, Jiang Xiaobai had the most contact with Que Ji, the leader of the Xianbei tribe, who went to Youzhou as an envoy.

During the period of contact with it, Jiang Xiaobai was quite impressed.

Looking at the opportunity to hold his deceased wife in his arms, as if he had lost his soul without saying a word, Jiang Xiaobai immediately looked at the many Xianbei people around him.

"How long has she been dead?"

Jiang Xiaobai was born handsome, although the Xianbei people around him saw that he was the commander of the Ghost Flame Army, it was difficult to be afraid of him, but instead gave birth to a sense of closeness.

"Big brother, she was killed by the bad guys two days ago."

The one who spoke was a seven or eight-year-old child, hiding behind an old man with a pestle and a cane, and was poking his head out and looking at Jiang Xiaobai curiously.