In the winter of 588 AD, the Great Sui Empire raised 510,000 troops and began a huge battle of unification. In the first month of the second year, the Ninth Route Army crossed the Yangtze River. For a time, the entire land south of the Yangtze River was stormy, and the mountains and rivers were red.

At the same time, the places outside the Seychelles, which had been fighting for many years, suddenly became quiet. A heavy snowfall just before the start of spring froze to death most of the animals left by the tribes to spend the winter. For the sake of the continuation of the bloodline, the various Saishang nations had to put aside their hatred for each other for the time being, and put all their energy on a super-large-scale spring hunt.

Wild deer that have been hungry for a winter are very thin, and their meat is old and hard. But it is better to have meat to eat than to starve to death. Therefore, to the chiefs of the tribes, to the young men who had just learned to ride a horse and draw a bow, and to the men of the whole tribe took up their weapons and rushed back and forth in the cold spring wilderness. Some tribes are lucky enough to catch a whole herd of migrating wild deer. Some tribes were unlucky, eating all the cheese they had with them, but they couldn't find half a deer hair. On this day, more than 300 hunters in brown furs were searching for it on the shore of the Crescent Lake, when suddenly, someone found a strange scene between the heavens and the earth in the distance.

"Xi'er, Xi'er Da Aijin, Khitan, Khitan in!" The scout who was scouting ahead galloped back, shouting at the top of his voice.

"Attached, what are you talking nonsense. The Khitans suffered more than we did. How do you have the strength to run to our door?! In the crowd, a burly man with a ring of gold trim on his fur robe stepped out of the crowd and questioned the panting scout. He is the patriarch of his tribe, and he uses the Cypriot language as Ejin, which means to be a member of the family. But this family is really not easy to manage, in recent years, the population of the tribe has been decreasing year after year, and the scope of nomadic herding has become narrower and narrower. If the Khitans take advantage of the fire to rob them at this juncture of disaster relief, the Susi Department where it is located can disappear forever in the grassland.

"Right there, just south of Crescent Lake. Look, look at their green wolf battle flags! The boy who was called to be attached gasped and cursed hatefully. I said why can't we hit the deer, the damned Khitans broke in and snatched all the prey! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, it's not necessarily a Khitan!" The leader of the clan, Silda Eyjin, interrupted the young man's complaint again with a reprimand. The uninvited guest came quickly, and he also saw the battle flag that stood tall above the visitor's head. A red background with a huge dark cyan wolf head painted on it. It is the sign of those Khitans who are five hundred miles away from their tribe. In terms of strength, any Khitan tribe is much stronger than Xi'er's own tribe, and the other party's sudden appearance after the catastrophe, even if it is only about fifty people, means that Xi'er's tribe is about to fall into a catastrophe.

"Let's go, fight with them!" The hungry and red-eyed tribal warriors raised their weapons and shouted to the sky. The old and weak of the tribe are waiting to be fed, and they cannot show weakness to the invaders. Even if killing these people would bring disaster to the entire tribe, they must draw their swords and defend their right to exist.

"Brothers, follow me!" The young man who was called to be attached turned his horse's head and rushed to the front of the line. But his horse under his crotch was soon grabbed by another rider who caught up, and the rest of the men were forced to stop their mounts. The tribe's great Ejinsil walked forward quickly, picked up a battle flag with several white swans painted on it, and raised it high into the sky.

It was a battle flag that symbolized their tribe, the Su Si tribe of the Xia tribe. The white swans flying in a procession represent dignity and order. All must obey the orders of the flag bearer, because he is the head goose chosen by the Immortal Heaven and has the power to determine the direction in which all the swans fly.

"Brothers, don't worry, they are not Khitans!" After stopping the impulsive clansmen, Sil Da Eijin, who raised the white swan with one arm, reminded in a deep voice.

"They are not Khitans!" The man about his age who was about his age pulled the reins of the war horse attached to his crotch repeated.

"Gabule, how do you know that they are not Khitan dog thieves!" Su Si's detachment could no longer encourage his companions to attack together, and his face was bruised with anger. He is only sixteen years old this year, which is the age of excessive qi and blood. He didn't dare to challenge the authority of Da Aijin, but he didn't take the warriors of other tribes in the slightest.

"They are not Khitans!" He was called a warrior of the Gabula tribe without any anger and repeated it again. "Attach the brothers, look at their hair. Have you ever seen a Khitan with full hair on top of his head? ”

He doesn't speak loudly, but he can be heard by everyone. Everyone looked at it intently, and sure enough, they found that the Khitan people in front of them were dressed a little strangely. As everyone in the steppe knows, all Khitans like to shave off the hair on the top of their heads, and only comb a small braid at the ears and the back of their heads. Many of the intruders had their helmets removed, revealing long black hair.

They are not Khitans, and the men of the Khitan tribe do not cherish their hair so much. The group of intruders under the Khitan Blue Wolf Banner was chasing a carriage, and the guards next to the carriage apparently also discovered that the road ahead was blocked by the warriors of the Su Si Division, so they had to stop fleeing and fell into a bitter battle.

It was found that the Su Sibu warriors holding the white swan banner stopped approaching, and the Khitans pretended to be more and more courageous. What they shouted was not Khitan that the Su Sibu warriors could understand, but another subdued language. Relying on the large number of people on their side, they approached the surrounded carriage several times, but they were always repulsed again by the dying opponent beside the carriage.

"Big brother, why don't we go up and help?" In the end, it was the heart of a teenager, and he soon became sympathetic to the weak, and came to the side of Sir Da Ejin to suggest.

"Let's wait! The man in the carriage was very important, and saving him could be exchanged for a lot of cheese and jerky. But they can't go now, they still have hope of breaking through. We must act in the most critical moment to get more gratitude! Cill shook his head, his pale blue pupils instantly contracted, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning surging inside.

One, two, three, the guards next to the carriage were cut down one after another. The false Khitans slowly approached the target. The Khitan were the second largest force in the steppe after the Turks, and the invaders, unaware that their disguise had been seen through, were convinced that the brown herdsmen holding the swan banner would not dare to cause trouble. The moment they cut down the last guard with their long knives and were about to rush into the carriage. A series of screams suddenly came from mid-air.

It's the sound of feathered arrows! The bandit leader who pretended to be a Khitan reacted immediately and quickly leaned over to dodge. But his subordinates didn't have time to react, and the shepherds of the Sussi tribe were prepared, and the first volley shot most of the robbers off their horses. Before the robber leader could recover from the shock, hundreds of Su Si shepherds were already carrying scimitars, and the wind rushed up.

After only two rounds of killing, all the robbers were cut down. The shepherds of the Suspur jumped off their mounts with cheer, stripping the dead of their clothes and smearing the blood from their bodies on their faces. The blood of the defeated is an honor bestowed upon them by the Immortal Heaven, and when smeared on their faces, they will be blessed with eternal strength.

The guards of the carriage are all dead, and the hunters are all dead. The lonely carriage fell between a group of hairy and blood-drinking men, like a lost lamb.

Silda Egin did not join the victor's revelry, his heart was occupied by curiosity. The carriage in front of him was very exquisite, far more than he had ever seen in his life. The person sitting in such a car is the khan of which large tribe? Or is it the family of which wealthy khan? If he can get in touch with the other party, does Su Sibu have a chance to climb a big backer and survive this famine?

"The guests in the car, the robbers have been killed by us! Immortal Heaven is above, and the Su Si Department will protect the safety of all distinguished guests who step into her territory! He jumped off his mount, stepped forward slowly, and asked respectfully in the Turkic language most common in the steppe in recent years. However, he received no response.

"Honored guest in the car, I, Su Sisier, swear to the Immortal Heaven that I will not touch any property that belongs to you. Please come down and make friends! Xi'er Da Aijin was not reconciled, and changed the language of the Khitan people to invite him again.

There was a shuddering sound in the carriage, but the door still didn't open. Su Sixier deserved to be the head of the department, and quickly and fluently said the greetings when Xi Ren and Murowei people met, but the other party was like a deaf person and ignored it at all.

He was a little annoyed. Su Sibu is hospitable, but it doesn't mean that you can be scorned casually. Stretched out his hand and slammed the car door, but for a moment, it was like dead wood on the spot.

"Ahh A heavenly exclamation instantly reached everyone's ears. When the shepherds heard this, they turned back, and one by one they were struck by lightning.

What a beautiful woman she was, and Ciel asked herself how many tribes she could speak, but she couldn't find a suitable word to describe it. The shepherds asked themselves if they had seen the most beautiful wildflowers in the grassland, but they could not compare with a single flower. It is not the beauty of the grassland, the eyes with a little trepidation and a little expectation, the skin that is clearer than jade, and the lips that are more delicate than spring flowers, all engraved in everyone's pupils, can no longer be erased.

The other's eyes were black, not like the brown of the Turks, nor like his blue. It was a deep black, like spring water in a crescent moon lake under the night sky. Ciel felt like he was trapped in the lake, and he didn't want to run or swim, he just wanted to be immersed in it and get drunk.

In that year, the Sui destroyed Nanchen and unified the Central Plains.