Lin Yiqing tried hard to suppress Xiaotong's voice and smile, and got up to help Feng Xiaorong.

Looking at the beautiful and talented woman in front of him, Lin Yiqing couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in his heart for his current "decadent and erosive" life as a "feudal noble".

It may also be that the "cosplay" just now, although it was just a fictional story, had a certain impact on him, and Lin Yiqing couldn't help but think of the ninja subordinates he sent to Hokkaido to carry out guerrilla combat missions......

What will those subordinates who climb the ice and lie in the snow to endure hunger and hardship and hard fighting know that they are living like this now?

Will they understand their painstaking efforts?

Hokkaido, North, Cold Plain.

The flowers and plants on the plains are very beautiful, with green leaves, yellow flowers, and red stamens, and the most vivid of them is a flaming red flower, which is always regarded as a real flame by first-time visitors to the cold plains, and it is said that these flowers retain their bright colors even at night.

"Red Yanlan, cold and warm, flowers like fire, leaves like ash, rain, touch is defeated." Writing this entry, the pen was still hanging on the paper, looking at the large piece of red orchid in front of him, Hidehiko Sato was at a loss, whether this is a flower that burns like fire or a fire that blooms like a flower, maybe there is no difference, Hidehiko Sato smiled awkwardly, and habitually lifted his sleeve, only to find that the sleeve had been stained with a few petals, like a flame biting the sleeve. Hidehiko Sato patted his sleeve gently, and the petals rose, like ashes spit out after the sleeve tube had been chewed.

"This is the fire-like Red Flame Orchid, the Red Flame Orchid that grows out of the ashes!" Hidehiko Sato couldn't help but sigh, and the petals of the red orchid were scattered like ashes, long gone.

The red petals scorched the earth. The withered grass stained the grassland like hunger on people's faces, and the cracked cracks seemed to open mouths of longing. The sky was so low that it seemed to be within reach, and from time to time a few loud dragon roars came from between the two clouds, muffling out all the sounds: the sound of bone sticks hitting the drum skin, the sound of the dancers' feet stepping on solid ground. The voice of the chant of the prayers. Not a drop of rain fell, and under the dark blue sky, the gravel was arranged in a circle, the branches and dead grass were piled up in a cone at the center of the circle, and the flame-colored flowers were blooming in the middle, and the four Ainu shamans danced and danced around the fire, sometimes like warriors repelling wolves, sometimes like people besieging giant bears.

Mannie's fingers tightened, and she looked back at the patriarch sitting on the side.

"Don't be afraid." I didn't expect the old patriarch to turn his face away. First of all, I saw through her thoughts. "That's Yuka, the ancestor of our snow wolf tribe, who repelled the attacks of dozens of wolves until he used his last strength." The old man was the only one in the tribe who could keep a record, and the Ainu had no written language, only oral stories, but there was an old man in each tribe who could keep a record of everything that happened that day, every story that their predecessors had heard, using symbols that only they could understand. The light of the fire reflected on the old man's face. The originally thin face appeared rounded, and the lines on the forehead and the tips of the eyes were twisted into knots. Even the eyelids seemed to be melted down, and the eyes were drawn into a line.

"That's the giant bear Hikru, he can deal with several fierce black bears by himself......"

"I-I-I'm just ......"

"Say, they will hear it, you see, they dwell over our heads. The clouds are their shadows, the storms are their breath, the thunder and lightning are their responses, and it is the souls of our ancestors who wander between the heavens and the earth, as long as the prayers of pure hearts. They will relay our request to Heaven. ”

Mannie twisted her fingers tighter, "God, please send us rain, so that the grassland will be full of life, and the cattle and sheep will grow fat, so that our people will not have to **." She pressed her face close to her clasped hands and silently read word by word.

"Look—that's God's answer," a shaman cried. Following the direction of his finger, people looked up, and in the eastern sky, a red comet was falling straight to the earth with its long tail, "God answered, he answered, go to the east, and in the east we will get what we want." ”

"The East, the continent of the East, where the Lucians live."

"Yes, we can't get along with the Lucians."

"We are not as numerous as them, we have no muskets, we have no cannons, we only have swords and bows and spears forged of steel, and we cannot beat them."

"We don't have horses that can move quickly."

"But it used to be the land of the Black Bear Tribe."

"There aren't any black bear tribes anymore."

"The Black Bear Tribe is still there, Amante, the Dance of the Giant Bears, he is the last member of the Black Bear Tribe." The patriarch's voice was old and weak, but either one politely stopped arguing.

"We will go to the East, where our friend, Amante of the Black Bear Tribe, will entertain us." The old patriarch stood up from the ground, "Let us cheer before our future masters." ”

"Dance of the Giant Bear-Dance of the Bear-Dance of the Bear-"

"Woo-woo-" The horn of the assembly sounded in the forest. Several warriors on horseback walked through the woods, and in the middle of the forest was a lake, and on one side of the lake, a large area of red orchids was blooming, like a sea of fire that had never been extinguished, and the horses' hooves left a gray and black trail in the red orchid bushes.

"Hum-" Hidehiko Sato turned around, the warrior's longbow had been drawn, but no arrows were shot, and the birds that had been resting on the lake flapped their wings and flew up, and the sound of "snapping" flapping their wings poured into their ears like a tide.

"It's crooked again, what's the matter, I'm obviously practicing diligently every day." The young warrior said dejectedly.

"Haha, look at your stupid appearance, it's best not to hold a bow again for the rest of your life." Another person next to him leaned in and teased.

People kept coming through the other side of the woods, "What a beautiful lake!" A few of the anxious people couldn't help jumping off their horses and running to the lake to fill the water.

At this time, the lake was also calm, and a black osprey descended from the sky and back to the water, its long whiskered beak across the water, and then landed on a rock by the lake, pressing the black fish that spat out of its mouth. The blackfish seemed to know that it was the leader of death, and it jumped hard, but it refused to relax at all, until the blackfish was exhausted, lay straight on the rock, and swallowed it from the beginning.

"Lily. Lily she's gone, and have any of you ever seen an eight-year-old girl, so tall and wearing a pink coat. A woman weaves through the crowd of tents by the lake, stopping anxiously in front of everyone to ask.

This red orchid bush is more than half a person tall, and if it is only an eight-year-old child, it will cover the top of your head, and there are gray and black leaves and stems everywhere, and the sky above your head seems to be covered with a fiery red sky. It was as if the sun was shining into the shady woods at dawn. The little girl's eyes were full of red reflected on a black background, and she couldn't find an exit, red, a blinding red cast from every direction.

Suddenly, the red in front of her thinned, and Lily staggered forward, pounced on the black, and her face was pierced with pain. It was a huge clearing, and she didn't expect there to be such a large clearing in this dense red flame orchid thicket. And it's a clearing that has been pressed out of this black mass. The black mass was full of countless fine needles, and it rose and fell like the breath of a living creature. She saw the dim eyes, like amber set in black jade, and the blackness in them was as lifeless as an insect sacrificed in them. But the blackness in that eye was awakening, slowly beginning to flow, and then white fangs tore the black side of the mass apart. It stretched out under the dim eye.

Seeing the mass of black men stand up and roar, Lily kept backing away, turning and running backwards. The black mass opened out into a larger shadow, chasing after Lily. Another dark shadow rose from the red flame orchid bush. He raised a huge spear, the tip of which was right against one of the black bear's huge palms, a huge brown bear more than two people tall, and the shadow against it was a hunter covered in bear skin.

The giant bear struck the spear away with the weight of its whole body, pressing the hunter to the ground, pressing its huge forepaws on the hunter's shoulders, and the two dim eyes shot a fierce light, and due to the continuous drought, the nearby animals had also decreased a lot, and the brown bear had not had a decent meal for a long time, and the open mouth was large enough to accommodate a human child. But the mouth was blocked, and the hunter struck the huge mouth with a heavy punch, and the brown bear let out a roar that shook the earth in pain, and its snow-white teeth were misaligned, and saliva splashed out like a drizzle.

Lily leaned helplessly against the rock, watching the thick arms of the bowl come out from under the black bear's huge mouth, and the brown bear's head was turned to the side, looking at her side as if to swallow her in one gulp. Then she watched them roll on the ground, and sometimes the roar of a giant bear drowned out the hunter's heavy gasps, but she didn't know what she could do, and she tried to run back and call the adults for help, but fear pinned her firmly to the ground.

In an instant, the brown bear gained the upper hand, pressing the hunter tightly under his body, and a huge palm was still raised in the air, and with the whistling wind, it pressed down heavily on the hunter's face. "Be careful!" Lily shouted unconsciously. However, then there was a thick "bang", the sound of a giant palm hitting the solid ground, and the dust and the petals of the red orchid rose, like a layer of fire mist rising, confusing her eyes, making her unable to see the fierce battle in front of her, only two pitch-black shadows sometimes shuttled with each other, sometimes twisted into each other.

One of the shadows rose from the dust, and the hunter took advantage of the Giant Bear's Giant Palm to miss, flipped out from under the Giant Bear, put one hand on the Giant Bear's back, turned over and straddled the Giant Bear's back, and the Giant Bear suddenly rose up like a mountain.

The sound of the collapse of the mountain sounded like a trumpet, and the sound of another trumpet in the forest was in harmony, and people poured out of the woods, with longbows or swords in their hands, all of which were open, and all of them were mounted with feathered arrows, and the arrows were aimed at the bear.

"Go away! Walk away! Get out of here! Stay away from my daughter! Get the hell out of here! The leading Ainu man roared like crazy, his voice trembling. The woman sprang out of the crowd, grabbed Lily, who was speechless with shock, and held her tightly in her arms, her hands around the child's chest still shaking.

The sword flashed, and the giant bear let out an earth-shattering howl of pain, and fell to the ground with a heavy loud noise, and stopped moving.

Ainu let go of the hand that was gripping the giant bear's neck, drew a broad-bladed short sword that pierced deep into the bear's neck, and slowly rolled over from the dead bear's back. Silently turning, he picked up the huge spear and walked deeper into the woods, leaving only the body of the black bear lying in the red flame orchid bushes, like a pile of dead ashes that had just burned out.

He finally returned to his house in the woods, which had been built with a few branches. Covered with animal skins, the Ainu were not very skilled in engineering, and they used them in large quantities, and they also made great use of them for their long migrations, and they were empty except for a few sundries and a bearskin spread on the ground as a bed, and there was no pair of eyes but himself, and there were no hostile glances, which he could do here. It is to have a good night's sleep and forget all the unhappiness of the day. Amante leaned down and stroked the bear skin on the ground, it was the first brown bear he had killed, and each man of the Black Bear tribe had to kill a bear alone before he could be considered an adult, and although he had a stronger physique than the average Ainu, it was still very dangerous to subdue these wild behemoths as an adult. Therefore, at the annual coming-of-age ceremony, there are always adult hunters who hide and watch over them, and there are also people who push back the age of adulthood. However, as the son of the patriarch Manko, as soon as he reached adulthood, he followed his father into the depths of the forest to find the footprints of brown bears.

He still remembered the time he walked through the forest with his father, and there were several bear heads stuck in the wooden pillars in front of his father's house, which were his father's glory, and the bronze axe. At that time, the Ainu did not have bronze weapons, but no one could have doubted the power of the bronze axe, the bladeless axe that easily shattered the heads of the giant bears with the swing of his father. They walked through the dense forests, where many of the trees had turned yellow because of the drought, and the animals of the forest were hard to find. One day they reached the end of the forest, where there was a bright red red orchid, and my father leaned down and used his bronze axe to pluck the half-human-tall red orchids, and the petals rose up, reflecting my father's face red.

The boundless red orchid bushes were just connected to the bright red grassland in the sky, and several pitch-black gaps appeared at the lower end of the red disc of the rising sun, slowly growing human heads, horse heads, and horse hooves.

"What's that?" The child, who had never seen the Cossack cavalry, jumped up curiously, pointed in the direction of the rising sun, and turned his face to his father, who looked stiff.

"Go back quickly and tell the elders that they are ready to fight."

"Combat? Daddy, is that a monster with the body of a horse and a horse? Are they here to kill us? The child became even more excited, "Can I do it too?" ”

The father wrenched the child's body, pressed his hands on his shoulders, and shook him straight, "That's not a monster, that's a brutal white man's cavalry, a terrible fellow who is crueler than a monster!" ”

"Cavalry? What is that? Why did they come to kill us? ”

"They are the ones who chase the clouds."

"They're the ones chasing the clouds?"

"Look at that dark cloud, where the rain necessary for the growth of all things is stored." Father let go of a hand to the side of the sky, "But they are always so ethereal, no one knows where they will rain, whether it is them, or we Ainu, we are born to chase the clouds in times of drought......"

Amante has been immersed in memories before he is pounced by "White Fang", "White Fang" is a wolf, it bites his shoulder, drags him out, Amante's face is itchy by "White Fang"'s neck hair, he holds up "White Fang" head with his hand, and sees the eyes shining green, the bright red tongue spits out of the mouth full of sharp teeth, and the saliva stains his face, but "White Fang" still refuses to let him go, and the two front legs are still supported on his chest, "Don't make trouble, 'White Fang'" He pushed the big mouth full of saliva hard.

"Hahahaha, it's just been so intimate with you in a long time." A strong voice rang out in the darkness.

"Rudy." Amante pushed away the "White Fang" who was still crouching on his body and rushed into the moonlit night, "White Fang" deftly jumped to the side and followed him out of the tent.

"Rudy, is it really you?" Amante searched in the darkness for a place to find the sound.

"Have you ever seen a wolf from the Snow Wolf tribe leave their companions?" The voice rang out again, and this time he found the figure smirking at him. Wherever the wolf goes, the snow wolf tribe appears, that is indeed Rudy, the Ainu of the snow wolf tribe will be born with a wolf cub, and from then on become a lifelong companion, when the Ainu warrior dies in battle, his wolf will also be killed in front of his grave.

"What's the matter, stupid bear, I don't know each other, hahahaha, I can catch up with you every time, go, my old man wants to talk to you." The tall shadow came out of the woods and melted into a black mountain in the moonlight.

The fire was red, and Amante felt like he was still in the midst of the red orchids, and the people were talking loudly about the hardwood wine glasses in turn. "Look!" Rudy stabbed Amante in the waist with his elbow, "Isn't that Mannie there?" ”

Amante looked up and looked in the direction Rudy was pointing, and saw a woman with a clay pot in her hand, followed by a gray wolf, and they were weaving through the crowd, sometimes leaning down to add wine to the binge-drinking crowd, sometimes laughing with others, her inky hair hanging down to her shoulders, and Amante couldn't see the gestures they were talking to. (To be continued......)

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