Two hundred miles north from Mogan, there is a prairie surrounded by mountains in the northeast, west and southwest. Although the season is close to winter, the grassland is no longer rich and fertile in spring, autumn and summer, and there is no visible flourishing scenery of cattle and sheep herds, but on the two big mountains that do not melt all year round in the east and west snow crowns, starting from the middle of the mountain, the primeval forest that has not been visited for thousands of years still has a vein of green, green coniferous forest, yellow broad-leaved forest, gray miscellaneous trees and plants, connected to each other slowly and slowly, and gradually connected with the grassland as a whole. The melting ice on the mountain is dripping and flowing, converging into countless small ditches and rivers on the grassland. They are connected into canals, confluence into ponds, lakes and swamps. Today, the scorching sun of late autumn, which has been rare for many days, hangs on the blue sky that has been washed by water, spreading warm light to this land. Everywhere the water surface is shining with brilliant multicolored light, as if someone has embellished this beautiful grassland with countless gemstones......

However, at odds with the atmosphere of these splendid landscapes, the people of Tutu, who have lived on this land for generations, are experiencing a level of fear and fear that they have not experienced in the past two or three hundred years. At the urging of the big tent soldiers, they packed up their felt bags in a hurry, drove the cattle and sheep, dragged the carts, took with them all their wealth and possessions, and set out on the road to the north in an indescribably complicated mood, amidst the cries of children and the howling of women, and the neighing of horses and cows and sheep one after another. One family and another come together, and they silently become a small team; This small team then converged on a smaller and larger team...... In the end, countless families scattered across the prairie converged into several rolling torrents, and in silence and unwillingness, in confusion and anger, in fear and hatred, they reluctantly headed north. On either side of the stout torrent, sometimes a cavalry would gallop south against the current. Some of these people who were against the brigade were too old to straighten their waists, and some looked like they were only twelve or thirteen years old, but each of them carried a cutlass in their hands. The scimitar is a friend of the Tuqi people, a treasure given by the gods to the Tuqi people, a sharp weapon to teach the enemy to tremble, and a symbol of the Tuqi people's crusade to the east and west. In this world, there is no head that cannot be cut off with a scimitar, and there is no enemy that cannot be conquered by a scimitar! At least the Turks themselves believe in this, and they have proven it countless times.

Shao Chuan had a cutlass hanging from his belt, which he had drawn from the battlefield yesterday. He used this knife to shave off the three locks of black beard he had grown for four years. Although there are two small cuts on his face, the knife is still good, although it is not as good as the waist knife that he is used to, but looking at the sharp edge, he estimates that this knife will have to cut two or three human heads before it can be curled.

Now, he took a piece of coarse cloth soaked in blood and mud and wrapped most of his face, wore the leather hat of an officer of the Great Horde, and wore the inlaid iron leather armor that only an enemy officer could have, and was surrounded by more than two hundred soldiers of the Zhao Army who were also in the armor of the Great Horde, and slowly walked up a high port along the road indicated by the enemy's petty officer on the slope. He sat on horseback, his eyes looking out over the top edge of the coarse cloth, just in time to see the great shift of the Tutz people in the steppe. This chaotic scene made him feel extremely happy, and the crying brought by the cold mountain wind from a distance made him feel the pleasure of revenge from the bottom of his heart. With a cruel and vicious sneer on his lips, and sparks flashing in his eyes that were enough to melt copper and iron, he silently watched the dark torrents that stretched from the bottom of the slope to the end of the heavens and the earth.

He didn't speak.

The two hundred Zhao Jun beside him also did not speak. Everyone watched in silence at everything in front of them, at the small city built on the high port that was getting closer and closer to them.

This is Blackwater.

Regarding the origin of Heishui City, the "Tang Historical Chronicles" collected and compiled by Li Shi, a plainman of the Plains, in the first year of Yongning of the Great Zhao Wenzong Dynasty, recorded that "Zhang Ren was willing to build three surrendered cities in the east and west during the martial arts", and noted that the eastern surrendered city in the three cities was Heishui City. However, it is also recorded in Li Shi's "Tang Historical Chronicles", "Xuanzong Dazhong continued to build Baishi City in the third year of Xu Xin", and there is also a note "or today's Heishui City". The origin of this city seems to be an open question. Because the rammed earth and stone-filled walls of Blackwater were painted with white ash and the city was built on a high port, it was called "Ustotomu" in the Turkish language, which means "white city" or "city shining with white light".

None of the Great Zhao soldiers knew these historical materials. But their expressions were unusually solemn. There is a sacred sense of duty in their chests. Today, September 25, the 21st year of the Eastern Common Era, is now, at the beginning of noon on the 25th day of September 25th in the year of the Xia calendar, the hooves of the war horses trampled on a piece of land that has not been set foot by the Central Plains athletes for two hundred years, and in front of them is the land that hundreds of thousands of Zhao troops have not been able to penetrate after spending billions of trillions ninety years ago.

The big tent soldiers of Blackwater City saw Shao Chuan and his party very early. But Shao Chuan and the others came all the way, and except for the petty officer who showed them the way, not even one of them came to inquire about them. The reason for this was not only that their leather hats and brown leather armor proved that they were the Great Horde, but also that everyone in this group was ragged and unarmoured, and everyone was covered in blood, but more importantly, the eyes of these soldiers were devoid of light, and they looked at everything with an indifferent look, as if everyone but themselves were dead; Maybe they don't think of themselves as living beings. Some of the children and women they had looked at were so frightened by the lifeless eyes that they stopped crying. Even those young men who picked up scimitars couldn't help but bow their heads if they didn't pay attention to collide with their gaze.

When we were still half a stone's throw away from the wall, someone finally came. An officer ran out of the hole in the city gate, stood in the middle of the road, and shouted loudly:

"Mo Ah Cha (What for?) ）？ Mo Ah Tiger is tired, Uno? (Which team are you?) ）”

The felt doll is at the front of the line. He was dressed in a suit of armor, but the iron helmet had a very clear mark of slashing with an axe, and the brim of his forehead was torn; The leather armor with long pieces of iron embedded in it also had a hole under the ribs, and two pieces of iron were scattered and hung dangling on the chest. He didn't stop the horse, and he didn't let the horse run into the officer until he reached the horse's head, and then shook the reins slightly. The war horse stopped sensibly; The horse team behind also gradually listened. He slowly turned his head and glanced at the officer, his lips barely moved, and he grinned at the corners of his mouth, and spat out a word lightly:

"Wrap around (roll)."

The petty officer hesitated, but got out of the way.

The felt baby's hand didn't even move, and the horse stepped out of its hooves again. But two more people came out of the doorway. And it was Sammu and his companion who returned. He asked the felt baby: "Mo, the tiger is tired, Suosuo, Uno?" (Which team are you?) Mo Ah Nong, Ruo Feng Zhi Ruo Hu Ruo, Uno (I haven't seen you, where are you from)? ”

This time, the felt baby did not bind the horses. The war horse walked forward slowly, not caring if someone was in the way. In the end, the Samu had to get out of the way by himself. He stared up viciously at the felt baby passing by, but did nothing. The felt baby on horseback didn't even look at him, and walked towards the city gate with a wooden face. He looked through the gloomy hole in the city gate, as if he was wandering aimlessly into the city, and as if he had not seen anything, this indifferent expression and look made the big tent soldiers under the city wall not have the courage to stop at all. They could probably see that this team that came from nowhere was extraordinary, there were three or four of them in it, and there was also a big tent soldier whose level might be very high, and there was a faint golden light on the wrist on his side, which was probably the gold bracelet of Shegulu. Of course, they couldn't have known that the bracelet that only represented noble blood and status was just the trophy that Zhao Bing had secretly hidden.

The big tent soldiers above and below the city all watched this strange team silently. These people are clearly not local garrisons. They were very quiet, and there was no sound except for the chaotic sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground and the occasional platter of horses. And this team was also very strange, they were not as surprised by the white walls of Blackwater City as the other newcomers, and they were even less curious to twist their heads and look around. They just sit quietly on their horses and pass.

As the team was about to pass through the doorway, the retreating officer finally realized something. Maybe it's because there are too many wounded soldiers in this team, maybe it's because there is not a single flag in the team that shows the origin and identity, or maybe it's because Fu Zhi's mind caught a trace of intuition or flaw in an instant...... In short, his face suddenly lost its blood, and he jumped up and opened his arms and shouted loudly:

"Ruoqisa! (Enemies!) Ruoqi Saruturu! (Enemy Attack!) Ruoqisa, Ufuno! (They are enemies!) ）”

It's late! With Shao Chuan's "Ha (hands-on!)" With a roar of rage, thirty or forty crossbow arrows shot out in an instant, knocking down all the more than ten officers of the Great Tent Company inside and outside the city gate, and the prophetic man was hit by five arrows in the forehead, temples, neck, and chest in the blink of an eye, and fell straight to the ground without saying a word.

Shao Chuan tore off the coarse cloth wrapped around his head, held a scimitar in one hand and pointed at the stairway of the city wall and shouted: "One team blocks the inside of the city, four teams block the outside of the city, and the fifth team looks for things to arrange obstacles, and if it doesn't work, they will kill the horses!" The second and third teams follow me to the city wall! Felt baby, light everything that can be burned, and send a signal! ”

…… Almost at the same time as the black smoke pillar at the head of Blackwater City rushed into the sky, two pillars of smoke rose one after another twenty or thirty miles to the south. Whether it was the desperate big tent soldiers in the city, or the Tuqi people who filled the door hole with corpses in the city, they all stopped the scimitar in their hands and looked to the south with complicated faces. It was at this moment that several torrents that had been moving unhurriedly to the north seemed to come to a halt. There seemed to be an invisible big hand in the darkness with a sudden wave, and everything in heaven and earth seemed to have come to a standstill at this moment. But the pause was very brief, only a blink of an eye, and with a heart-rending howl, everything came back to life.

"Ruoqisa! If its Sahan Zhao! Ruohu Ufuno! (Enemies!) It's the enemy of Han Zhao! Here they are! ）”

The torrent on the prairie suddenly collapsed, and countless black tides so small that they could not be made out of the torrent rushed out of the torrent and flowed rapidly in all directions. The battle above and below the city became more intense, and all the Tuqi people used their bodies to block the feather arrows as if they were dying, and used their chests to meet the knives, axes, spears and spears, even if they were cut off their arms and legs, they also fiercely hit their heads and bit with their teeth, and some people fiercely held the knives and guns that were pierced into the body, just to prevent Zhao Bing from freeing his hands to deal with others......

But all these efforts have come to no avail. For the two cavalry brigades led by Ji Zheng and Qian Laosan, the twenty or thirty miles on the grassland was almost instantaneous. These Zhao soldiers have been trained strictly for a long time, and most of them have experienced several battles, they are undoubtedly battlefield veterans, and with successive victories, they are even more morale-like, and they will dispel the "village bravery" outside the city without much effort, and countless iron horsemen will pour into the city gate like a tide, and then the city is full of shouts and killings.

Ji Zheng and Qian Laosan didn't even bother to give orders, so they dismounted outside the city and ran to Shao Chuan first. Seeing Shao Chuan and hundreds of "daredevils" panting and drinking water to bandage their wounds under the city wall, he was relieved. Ji was talking with Shao Chuan, and Qian Laosan asked a few officers with red faces to call, and it was a scolding to split their heads and cover their faces. Looking at these guys who are grinning to the back of their heads, they still don't understand, and they jump up with one person and one kick: "Fool! You dare to carry the things in this city into your arms?! Suffer from the sissy plague! How did I bring such a group of soldiers? Hurry up and hand over what you take, otherwise all the credit will be erased, and I will go to see the beacon tower! One by one, leave three battalions to clear the remnants of the enemy in the city, and all the rest go to pursue the remnants! Call Ji Shuai's people too, don't teach people to say that we will only eat alone! ”

Sun Zhongshan and Sun Huan, who were talking, also arrived. Both of them were full of red light, and their small eyes were full of brilliance. Sun Zhongshan was better, although his lips tightened and he couldn't help but open them happily, but he seemed to be able to hold it. Sun Huan even walked bumping and up, as if he was stepping on a pile of cotton. After looking at Shao Chuan and asking about the losses and injuries of the soldiers, Sun Zhongshan waved his hand and said proudly:

"Victory! Report to the general, Yanzhou, and Shangjing! Report the victory to the world! At the end of noon on the 25th day of September 25 in the 21st year of the 11st year of the Eastern Era, my Yanshan Guards broke the city of Heishui! ”