Silence, tens of thousands of people fell into silence, looking at the devastated homeland, looking at the bloody streets, everyone's hearts became depressed, that contempt for life, made them afraid, and the body of Naturk was still lying on the ground, blood flowing.

And the people were really chilled by the compromise between the White Cavalry, the real hero in his mind, and the impeachment of the bowl.

Wan Yan was riding on a horse, looking at the triumphant appearance of the Liao cavalry, looking at the painful expressions of the people who were escorted, for a moment, he really couldn't control himself, and wanted to rush up and kill these damn beasts.

He held the whip, and waited until the Liao cavalry left, and slowly turned the horse's head, lowered his head, and silently walked into the city, the white cavalry opened a way for him in front of the crowd of nearly 10,000, and the people looked at these white cavalry indifferently, and looked at the bowl after Yan Impeachment.

At this time, the crowd didn't know who it was, and yelled: "Coward, you are not worthy of being the patriarch of the Yan tribe." ”

Then a pile of wild vegetables and sundries were thrown at the impeachment bowl, and the head of the impeachment bowl was pierced by a hard object, and the head was immediately broken and bleeding.

The surrounding white cavalry was immediately furious, some of them protected the impeachment of Libo and others, and some of them wanted to catch the person who threw things.

The crowd instantly began to stir, and the impeachment bowl said to the white cavalry around him at this time: "You go, leave me alone, this is what I deserve, I have indeed disappointed these people." ”

As he spoke, he pushed away the white cavalry beside him, and walked silently towards the council hall in the center of the city.

On the way, the impeachment bowl allowed the people to smash things on his body, because this would make him feel less guilty in his heart.

At this time, suddenly a burly man with a beard broke in, saw the impeachment bowl, plopped down and knelt down all of a sudden, hugged the ankle of the impeachment bowl, and cried bitterly and said: "Patriarch, please, save my wife, he was caught by those Liao people, you save her, please, if you save her, even if I am willing to make you a cow and a horse in this life." ”

Hearing this, the impeachment bowl felt even more uncomfortable, these words deeply pierced his heart, and made him ashamed in his heart, he was a dignified 7-foot man, but he couldn't protect his own people, and he was really not a good patriarch.

But if he, who had just lost his most reliable ally, went out of Hushui City to fight with the Liao cavalry, it would be absolutely impossible, and it would undoubtedly anger the face of the Liao State.

Over the years, Liao, a giant country, has been like an endless nightmare, pressing on his heart and making him breathless.

The impeachment bowl broke free from the man and slowly walked into the council hall of the tribe, followed by the two brothers who finished Yan Hai and Brother Wan Yan Ying.

Impeachment walked behind a wall, pushed the wall open, and it was an entrance, and the three of them kept going down. There was a narrow staircase barely passing through a man, cold and damp underneath, the sides of the broken walls and the uneven stone bricks on the ground were covered with moss, and the sword marks were faintly visible on the walls, but they were all in tatters with the passage of time.

The impeachment bowl was lit with a torch, and the one who finished Yan Hai, Brother Wan Yan Ying walked carefully in this dark and damp tunnel, and a smell of mold and rot came to his nose. The water seeping from above ticked to the ground.

The three of them walked down, walked through a dozen stairs, and suddenly opened up, under the light of the torches, but there were more than a dozen lonely tombs, they were lined up one after another, where the tall tombstones stood, like lonely night watchmen, the tattered words on them, telling their great lives, a handle with precious stones and a gold-rimmed scimitar lying quietly in front of the graves.

The three of them knelt on one knee and said piously: "The ancestor of the great Wanyan tribe, our brother has come to see you, and I hope to get your guidance, and may you who are far away in the temple bless our tribe with peace." ”

The three of them bowed down reverently, and their mouths were full of words, as if they were praying for something.

After a while, the three of them stood up one after another.

Brother Wanyan Ying looked here, lowered his head and stroked the broken wall covered with moss on one side, and said with emotion: "This place is exactly the same as when I was a child, it hasn't changed, but in a flash, our brothers are already thirty-seven or eighteen." ”

Wan Yan said with a smile: "Yes, I remember that when we were three years old, we often came here with adults to play children's Tibetan cat games." ”

Wanyan Hai also said: "Yes, but at that time, we must not have thought that this damp and dark place may be the final destination of our brothers, big brother, I really can't figure it out, our Wanyan tribe is a famous family in the Jurchens, why should we be buried in this ghost place." ”

Wan Yan shook his head and said, "Third brother, don't talk nonsense, this is our family tradition, our ancestors once said, 'As long as we don't recover our homeland one day, our souls are only worthy of living here, and we are not worthy of having light'."

But I really don't know when we will be able to fight back, to fight back the holy land that belongs to us. ”

Speaking of this, Wan Yan suddenly remembered the scene when he was a child, when his mother was holding a yellowed bone knitted patch, while telling stories to his seven or eight-year-old self who was lying on the kang and was just in her early years.

Looking back, it was more than 30 years ago, when he didn't know what he would become, he just wanted to grow up to be a ranger and travel the world. Therefore, he liked to listen to his mother tell the legends of the gods and demons of the outside world.

That day her mother told him about a magical place, which was the origin of their nation, and how beautiful it was, and her mother told with her yearning eyes, that in the middle of summer, there were golden flowers all over the mountains, and there was endless green grass for the sheep, and there were warm sunshines, and there were mountains of grain. Under Mother's description, it seems to be the origin of life, the place where all good things are born.

The angry words of the Yan Hai interrupted the thought of impeachment Li Bo's recollection: "Big brother, I really don't want the souls of my ancestors to stay in this dark place all the time, and I don't want to see the piles of white bones of our people being slaughtered by the Liao cavalry. I swear to kill all these damn Liao, big brother, why, why don't we go to war with the Liao? ”

Brother Wan Yan Ying persuaded: "That old guy Wuchun doesn't cooperate, how can we go to war?" ”

"It doesn't matter what that soft egg Wuchun does, it's over if we do it ourselves, we have 3,000 Jurchen warriors outside, and we have the cooperation of the shadow rebel army inside, even if it fails, I really can't live such a nesty life, it's a big deal that my head falls off."

Impeachment said coldly: "You think very well, you know that Ningchuan Prefecture City has thick walls and nearly 5,000 defenders, what do we use to defeat them, you can die, I can die, but what about those women and children who pressed out of Hushui City?"

"Yes, I know, now the people are disappointed in us, and they may call us traitors and lackeys of the Liao State behind their backs, but I will not fight a doomed war and gamble with the lives of the people.

Now we can only wait, wait for Uchun's awakening. ”

Wanyan nodded, still a little depressed and said: "But, okay, I listen to the eldest brother, but let's be so patient, I don't know if one day, when I die, we will have a chance to have a bloody battle with the Liao State." ”

Then he snorted coldly and left in a huff.

Brother Wan Yan Ying hurriedly said to the impeachment bowl: "Big brother, I'll go and persuade the third brother, the third brother has such a temper, don't take it to heart." ”

Impeachment nodded and said, "Go ahead." ”

Brother Wan Yan Ying also walked out of the tomb.

Wanyan Impeachment Bowl sighed, strolling alone between the tombstones, Impeachment Bowl walked to a tombstone, the tombstone is tall, relatively complete, but there is some moss, the vague text on it says that the 11th patriarch of the Wanyan tribe, according to the Hushui City Lord, Wanyan Wugusun's tomb, and Wugusun is the father of the impeachment of the bowl. He sat in front of his father's tombstone and reminisced about the past.

I remember that my father was only in his 30s when he died, and I still remember my father's angular face, and I remember my father's loud speech when the tribal coalition attacked Ningchuan Prefecture that year, it was so passionate! On that day, the cold wind was biting, and nearly 10,000 Jurchen troops and 40,000 Jurchen people, men, women and children, dragged their families and mouths just to catch up with this feat that could make the Jurchens raise their eyebrows.

10,000 Jurchen troops set out and marched towards Ningchuan Prefecture and Datong Prefecture, a tragic war broke out, the Jurchens captured Ningchuan Prefecture, but did not capture Datong Prefecture, he was also fortunate to see this tragic war.

He still remembered that the guard of Datong Mansion at that time was called Xiao Wuna, who was in his 20s, and he was polite and polite, if it weren't for the blood-stained black armor and the beard that didn't match his age, he really had a bit of the demeanor of a suave boy, but that was a damn guy, a madman, in order to defend the city, he did not hesitate to use the lives of the people of Liao as a human wall to resist the attack of the Jurchens.

The battle lasted for two days and two nights, and the sky was stained red with blood, and the earth was red.

Finally, under the leadership of Wugusun, the Jurchen soldiers rushed into the city, and just when the Jurchen warriors just wanted to celebrate the great victory, what was waiting for them was the boundless Liao army, which was black and oppressive, and the mountains were all over the field, and it was impossible to see how many people there were.

At that time, he was in the midst of the already panicked Jurchen army, and he clearly saw Xiao Wuna standing on the city wall with a wicked smile.

The Jurchen army could not resist the tide of the Liao army at all, and it dispersed as soon as it collapsed, and the Liao cavalry waved the sabre in their hands like a nightmare, harvesting the lives of the Jurchen soldiers.

They were defeated, their troops were defeated like a mountain, and they thought that they could liberate the land of death in Liaodong in one go, but they did not expect the end of the annihilation of the entire army.

He was forced to put on the clothes of the people on the ground, mixed in with the refugees, and escaped the catastrophe, while his father Wugusun and many Jurchen generals were captured and killed in battle, and he saw his father engulfed in flames on the execution rack, he never feared, held his head high, and generously served as a true hero, he will never forget that moment, and nearly 10,000 Jurchen warriors were almost slaughtered, and the Liao people in order to show off their exploits, The heads of nearly 10,000 Jurchen warriors were built into that eerie wall of white bones, and all of this was as if it had just been experienced yesterday.

His tears swirled in the corners of his eyes, gritting his teeth, blood coming out of the corners of his mouth, he resisted his desire to rush forward, and he also drifted away with the refugees and the tragic flames, and farther and farther away from Liaodong, which the Jurchen nation dreamed of recovering it.

This past, even after more than ten years, has still become his endless nightmare.

Wan Yan leaned down, touched the tombstone, and said to himself in grief: "We can't forget these wars, those sufferings, and those dead heroes. ”

"I swear that one day, we will recover Liaodong, and we will leave this dark crypt with the tombstones of the ancestors of these Wanyan tribes, and return them to the land where we enjoy the warm sunshine of our hometown."

Impeachment stroked his father's tombstone, sitting there quietly, tears sliding down from his eyes, he had suffered too many grievances alone over the years, and he was unwilling.

Impeachment said to his father painfully: "Father, why did you leave early, leaving me alone, do you know that you are free, leaving this heavy burden, let me bear it alone, sometimes I really have a feeling of unbearable, every time I wake up in a nightmare, I thought that this time I was out of the way, even if it failed, the blood-stained territory, I can be with you, but these tribal leaders have their own ghosts, maybe they are also comfortable and comfortable, forgetting the shame of the year, Forget that our people are still being slaughtered. ”

With tears in his eyes, he told his father everything in the past.