The bright moon is like a mirror, pouring countless silver rays, and the whole forest is like a layer of brittle frost.

It was a full moon night at the end of summer, and Yululei looked at the quiet night scene outside the window, but a chill gradually rose in his heart.

Even at night, the inside of the Jiyu Forest was still a little dull, and the last bit of warmth in the air wrapped around the forest, and it never dissipated for a long time. The faint moonlight poured down, draped the lush greenery in a magnificent psychedelic veil, and the whole forest exuded an intoxicating and ancient atmosphere.

This is the home of the Zapong people, the home that their ancestors have guarded for generations.

Yoululei stared out the window, looking at the dreamlike night scene, thoughtfully. He frowned, took a deep breath, pushed open the humble wood door, and walked out.

A faint earthy smell came to the face, wet and warm. This breath that seemed to melt into his blood shook his spirit. The fragrant earthy smell seems to be mixed with the smell of the sun that has not yet receded from the tips of the leaves and grass, lingering on the nose for a long time. A gust of mountain wind whistled by, and suddenly Lin Tao burst into flames, singing and harmonizing with insects and birds, he couldn't help but murmur: "This is much more pleasant than the joy of silk and bamboo in the prince's house......" As soon as he spit out half a sentence, he closed his mouth vigilantly, and a bitter smile in his heart, if the prince hears it, it is estimated that he will scold me again. Those businessmen brought the advanced technology of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and also brought these glamorous sounds, 'to remove the turnips and retain the essence', this is a classic witty saying said by those Han people, but when they used this to persuade the prince, they hit the boss with a nail. Thinking of this, he sighed again.

There was peace in the Jiyu Forest, and he found a stone pier, dusted it off a little, and sat down. Listening to Lin Tao, his heart was troubled. The tragedy of a month ago is even more presiding in front of us. When I think about it, it seems like I am still in it, like a nightmare. The surging smell of blood poured into every cell of the body from all around, making people sick.

Mountains of dead bodies, both human and beastly. It was an insensitive massacre, and they all died under the delicate hunting skills of their people. He couldn't believe that the simple people were going crazy at that moment. Slaughtered thousands of unarmed Persian refugees from afar. The corpses were piled up on top of each other on the hunting ground, and the blood flowed out, watering the green grass into a dark brown, and the hard ones were glued to the earth, and they became dead. The smell of blood attracts waves of beasts...... Crying, screaming, screaming...... It's more like a swaying world. It took the soldiers at the scene to wake up after paying a terrible price, and when these clansmen came to their senses, they went crazy and inserted their weapons into their chests, adding more bright red colors to the nightmarish land.

Except for blood, it's blood.

For so many days, whenever I woke up in the middle of the night, it must be related to this dream. His instincts told him that this conflict was not as simple as he imagined. But the mistake has been made, even if it is a conspiracy, the other party's goal has been achieved, and the Persian expeditionary force is probably already on the way. I don't know, there's any news from Lord Pa's side.

Thinking of this, he felt even more aggrieved in his heart, my Zhapong family stayed in this forest, who did he provoke? It's really a disaster from the sky, and this battle is too fucking inexplicable. He cursed angrily, pulled out the scimitar from his waist and threw it forward, and a thumb-thick bush suddenly broke off at the sound of the sound, and the scimitar was endless, rolling up a large canopy of leaves, and rolling out of the distance.

There was a rush of footsteps behind him, and he heard the voice, and he slowly turned his head. I saw a woman with black hair standing in the courtyard, looking at herself with a worried expression. The moon was like water, and her white face seemed to shine with a touching light.

It was his wife, Sally. She is of mixed race, half Han Chinese ancestry. Therefore, the characteristics of black hair and white skin, Han people are very obvious. The wife is literate and hyphenated, and she inherited the gentleness of her mother-in-law, which is very different from other women in the clan. Whenever he talked about his wife with the rest of his clan, he couldn't help but show it off.

Watching his wife's graceful journey, the sorrow on his face gradually disappeared. He grinned gently at the other party, and then laughed. Sally stepped up, stretched out a spring onion-like soft wattle, picked up the left hand where Yoululei threw the knife, looked at it carefully to make sure that it was not injured, and then held one of the other party's big hands with both hands and said: "Don't hurt yourself, you have to eat in this battle, from morning to now, you haven't touched a drop of water." ”

As she spoke, she took his hand and sat down on the edge of a stone pier, and came out of the room with a bowl of fragrant broth.

The broth was thick, white as milk, and even had the tenderness of his wife on it. Eulure snorted and drank the broth handed by his wife, who watched quietly. His wife's craftsmanship is well-known throughout the clan, and the broth is also a must, but when he drinks it in his mouth, there is still half a point of sweetness there, like drinking doves.

He drank the broth in a few sips, then stood up, his eyes more determined than ever. I will never allow anyone to disturb the peace here, never, not anyone.

"Uncle clan, wipe it, it's so big, and you're still crying, and you're not ashamed."

A teenager came running from afar, shouting loudly. The child's name was Xia Lin Harrier, and he was a well-known troublemaker in the clan. People are small and big, and they often make the whole forest restless. I guess I made another mistake tonight, and ran to Yululei's house to take refuge. No matter how thick-skinned Yoululei was, he was a little red at this time, he coughed embarrassedly twice, glanced at the little guy who was getting closer and closer, and said with a straight face: "You kid, did you make any mistakes again, beware that I will notify your grandma to catch you back." ”

What he said was a joke, this kid was stubborn, and he went to a few familiar neighbors' houses to "take refuge", and everyone was used to it, so he didn't worry about his aunt being in a hurry.

Sally hurriedly beckoned Xia Lin Harrier into the house, glanced at Yoululei with a little reproach, and said angrily: "Can't you be gentle, make a straight face at the child, and be careful of scaring the child." After speaking, he withdrew his gaze and took the Xia Lin Harrier into his arms with both hands. Xia Lin Harrier lay in Sally's arms with a little enjoyment, and refused to admit defeat in his mouth, and said: "Harrier is not a child, I am an adult now, I am going into battle to kill the enemy now." But Grandma disagreed, Grandma was the most annoying, and she beat me hard just now. ”

Sally was taken aback, pulled the harrier away a little, and asked him why he ran away from home, and the child was very obedient, and replied one by one, and from the conversation between the two sides, he learned that the boy had learned that the clan was going to recruit soldiers for war recently, so he was clamoring to join the army. His mother was such a son, and her heart was in pain, so she was naturally not allowed, so she ran to Yoululei, hoping to get the help of the patriarch's uncle.

Hearing this, Yoululei couldn't hold back any longer, coughed twice, sat up straight, stretched out his hands and gestured: "Want to join the army?" What are you capable of, first pass your brother Yima's level, get your own warrior saber, and then say, what kind of man is a man who has a temper with your grandma? Well? ”

Xia Lin Harrier's family is such a lone seedling, mother and son depend on each other, although this kid looks taller than ordinary children, but he is not an adult, only a little more than ten years old. And even if he is an adult, he will definitely not be allowed to join the army. Fighting is not child's play, once there is a mistake, how do you want his grandma to explain? And the Yima he said in his mouth is a recognized warrior in the clan, and he is the leader of the younger generation, so letting this kid challenge him also has the meaning of blocking his mind to be a soldier.

At the mention of dueling with Yima, the kid immediately shrank into Sally's arms, and the hesitation on his face flashed, but he still squirmed: "But the old blacksmith has promised to help me fight the best scimitar, if you don't believe it, you can go and ask him." Hum! ”

Yoululei was surprised, the old blacksmith was notoriously withdrawn, how could he agree to the request of such a playful child, he racked his brains in order to keep this guy back then. Thinking of this, his heart moved, and he pulled the two of them out of the door.

The crickets were still noisy at night, and the moonlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on the forest paths, leaving only tiny specks. Xia Lin Harrier walked in front all the way, and the two held each other's hands and watched silently after them.

I hope that when the moon is full next year, I can still see this bright moon.

Eulure carefully put his arm around Sally's shoulder, looking at the night scene, thinking faintly.

Sally leaned on his shoulder and said, "It's good, if only there was no war, it would have been like this forever." Yoululei tightened the strength of his arm, yes, if there were no such troubles, everyone could live happily and live in peace, how good it would be.

He patted his wife's thin shoulder lightly and muttered, "Yes, the gods will bless my people to protect this land, soon." ”

This is a war that has to be waged, and for this ethnic group that suddenly emerged from the west, the Zapong people have no choice but to passively take up arms to meet the coming blood and war.