The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

This poem, in the Xianbei grassland, is the truest portrayal.

When it enters July, it is the early autumn, when the flowers and trees on the Central Plains are still blooming to the last verdant, but the Xianbei grassland in the north has already withered, the cold is abnormal, and it is only one step away from the winter.

At this time, for the Xianbei people on the grassland, the coming cold winter is not the biggest threat. The biggest threat to the Xianbei people is the news that has recently circulated on the grassland: Gongsun Chan has returned to the borderland!

Who is Gongsun Chan?

There may be lonely and unheard people in the Central Plains who don't know him, but there are no Xianbei people on the grassland who don't know Gongsun Zhan!

The Gongsun family of Liaodong, for hundreds of years, has taken it as their responsibility to strangle the Xianbei people on the grassland!

The generation of the Gongsun family is the most ruthless.

From before the world changed, to now, for nearly 20 years, the Xianbei people strangled by Gongsun Zhan have been three or five hundred thousand.

Gongsun Zhan's name can basically stop children crying at night on the Xianbei grassland.

The banner of the white horse is unrestricted, and no one dares to take it on the grassland.

Even now, the three leaders of the Xianbei people, when they saw Gongsun Chan in the past, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and when they saw the banner of the White Horse Yicong, these three would immediately flee.

Hard to shake Gongsun Zhan?

That is, the birthday boy eats arsenic, and he thinks that his life is long!

However, now, Gongsun Zhan, who should have been dead for nearly two years, actually returned to the northern borderland, erected the general of Zhenbei, openly recruited soldiers and generals again, and once strangled the Xianbei tribe near the left of the Great Wall.

For a time, the Xianbei people on the grassland were panicked.

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In the eastern part of the Yanshan Mountains, the wet water passes around the foot of the mountain range and flows into the Guannai; The winding mountains also just block the cold winds from the northwest, and even in the coldest winters, some grass can occasionally grow here

As a result, a radius of 100 miles is a natural pasture to escape the winter.

Because it is located outside the Guan, every autumn comes, the nearby tribes migrate here to escape the winter.

Of course, the little grass here in winter alone is certainly not enough for millions of livestock to eat.

Herdsmen come here for the winter, along with cattle and sheep, and there are many, many dry pastures.

This is the food for the livestock during the winter.

As for the occasional bit of green grass that pops up here in winter?

It's for the calves and lambs that come out of autumn and winter!

Even though herders control the farrowing cycle of their livestock, there are always some animals that give birth in autumn and winter.

In autumn and winter, in addition to the cold, the only food for livestock is dry grass prepared by the herders.

However, newborn cubs, in addition to the early one or two months of breast milk, still have to eat forage later to fill their rapidly growing belly.

Therefore, this natural warm place, in the autumn and winter, the little grass is the food for the young livestock.

This year, the autumn wind has just risen, and herders have migrated here to spend the winter in the nearby grasslands.

It's a pity that because of the war between the leaders of the Xianbei people, many of the familiar faces of the past year are no longer there.

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On a small hillside, Daddy Geldan is grazing hundreds of cattle and sheep of his tribe with more than a dozen dolls.

This is a small tribe of Xianbei people, and the leader is Daddy Geldan.

In the early years, Father Geldan was also a warrior on the Xianbei grassland, following the Xianbei King to conquer the east and west, and went through many major battles. Later, in a battle, Father Gerdan lost an arm and a little mutilated left leg, and then returned to the tribe.

It's just that nowadays, there are not many livestock in Daddy Geldan's tribe, only a few hundred cattle and sheep; The population was also simple, except for him, the crippled tribal leader, and the rest were all women and dolls.

Last year, several major leaders on the Xianbei grassland fought chaotically, and many tribes were forcibly requisitioned warriors and livestock.

In Daddy Geldan's tribe, there are only a dozen or so adult men, all of whom were requisitioned and transferred away last year. Even the original herd of nearly 1,000 cattle and sheep is now less than half left; It's barely enough for their small tribe to survive.

Not tribes in such a situation as Daddy Gerdan, now abound in the Xianbei grassland.

The fundamental reason is that it is still last year, on the Xianbei grassland, you come and go between several major leaders!

Daddy Geldan sat on a hillside, leaning on an old horse, watching the dolls drive cattle and sheep, gnaw on half-withered pastures, and occasionally recall the golden iron horse of the past.

Ten miles near the small hillside is the pasture allocated to Daddy Gerdan for the winter.

This was divided by the tribal leaders who migrated here for the winter.

After a while, Gerdan's father Orr looked up, and suddenly saw the cattle and sheep of his own tribe, as well as those dolls, all of them seemed to be crazy, rushing back to the small hillside.

Conditional?

Daddy Geldan quickly climbed on his horse and looked behind the cows, sheep, and dolls.

Soon, Daddy Gerdan saw it, and a puff of dust and smoke came straight here.

This is definitely not the appearance of some other tribe coming to spend the winter, but the enemy is coming!

"There's an enemy attack!"

Daddy Geldan let out a heart-rending roar, then picked up the horn hanging on his horse's back, mustered up all his strength and blew it violently.

"Toot, toot......"

The mournful sound of the horn instantly resounded through this grassland preparing for winter.

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A big flag, three hundred white horses, galloping, in an instant, into this grassland.

They were followed by more than 10,000 variegated cavalry.

"It's a white horse!"

"General White Horse has really returned to the grassland!"

A terrible roar sounded from time to time in this grassland.

There are many small Xianbei tribes preparing for the winter here, and many of them have dealt with Baima Yicong. Three hundred white horses were killed together, and there was no one else except the white horse general Gongsun Zhan who came back.

This grassland, obliquely clinging to the Yanshan Mountain Range, has hundreds of miles in both vertical and horizontal directions. There are many Xianbei tribes who are preparing to spend the winter here, but since they knew that it was Gongsun Zhan, the general of the white horse, who killed here, the few resistances of the Xianbei people quickly died down.

The soldiers rested for a while, the prisoners were all taken in place, and the booty, such as cattle, sheep and horses, were collected one by one.

"Pick the horses."

"The white war horse, preferably the one with the fast speed, is filled with the white horse Yizi. For the rest of the variegated horses, select the best ones to fill the cavalry units. The rest of the inferior horses, together with cattle and sheep, were handed over to the logistics battalion and driven back to the pass. ”

"As for these Xianbei old and weak, they will also be escorted back to the customs and handed over to the King of Jin to receive."

Surrounded by three hundred white horses, Gongsun Chan gave orders to the soldiers around him.

Soon, the pro-soldiers conveyed the general's military orders.