In the midst of his frustration, the horn outside the Great Wall sounded again. It is poignant and long, like the wind blowing from the north after a snowy day, making people cold from the tip of the nose to the depths of the bone marrow. Xie Yingdeng held the battlements and looked into the distance, and saw that the Turkic people of the brigade made a passage like a tide, a large string of skeletons, specifically a large string of skeletons with various skeletons on their bodies as ornaments, and a short and fat man who looked like a wild boar walked to the platform that had just been built under the worship of the wolf rider.

The men were shirtless, with various patterns drawn or tattooed on their chests and shoulders, and various bones tied around their waists with leather cords. Maybe it was of the cow or the sheep, maybe it was of the beast, trembling up and down with the footsteps of man. With each step forward, the owner of the bone turned around and shouted a few words to the crowd around him. And the crowd was like boiling oil in the water, and erupted into bursts of enthusiastic cheers.

"Ahh The naked man at the head ripped his throat and let out a strange trombone. In an instant, the whole valley began. "Ahh The people who had been busy just a moment ago, both warriors and slaves, stopped what they were doing, raised their heads, raised their arms, and howled to the rhythm of the skeletons.

Ahh "The man who took the lead in howling is not young, but he is very full of energy. While shaking the instrument in his hand composed of a large bone and two brass bells and chanting, he jumped forward and backward like an evil one. The rest of the men beside him who were holding various skull instruments also jumped up, swaying their long, oily hair as they danced, and the skeletal ornaments hanging on each of them also fluttered with a pale crashing sound. With the rhythm of collision, they automatically form a circle, circling back and forth on the high platform with some kind of unique dance move. For a moment, the sound of trumpets, drums, brass bells, and the bone-to-bone crash combined to form a strange and terrifying music. Hearing this, people's scalps are tight, pores are astringent, and every inch of skin on the body seems to be stained with blood, wet and sticky uncomfortably.

Xie Yingden knew that the enemy was holding up some kind of mysterious ritual, but this kind of ritual did not see any beauty in his eyes, only made people feel panic. He looked around and found that most of the heroes around him were not very good-looking, only Liu Jizhen and a few other horse thieves were stuffed, looking at the enemy's performance with blank eyes, and their eyes were actually a little envious.

"They are praying to God to bless them with victory!" Although Liu Jizhen is plain and arrogant, he is coarse and fine. Realizing that Xie Yingdeng was examining himself, he quickly turned around and explained to the other party in a low voice. "The customs of each tribe are similar, and when I was a child, the clansmen were also led by shamans to pray to the heavens of eternal life before going to war. Later our tribe was swallowed up by the Turks, and the old shaman died in battle. Immortal Heaven, Immortal Heaven must have drunk too much in those days......."

Speaking of this, he felt desolate in his heart, opened his arms, and shouted loudly under the Great Wall, "Ahh———h

"Ahh The noise outside the Great Wall was too loud for the interference of a few people to affect the rhythm of the other party at all. The shamans continued to beat, their white skull ornaments glowing mysteriously in the sunlight. Surrounded on both sides of the platform, the Turks, the Xi people, the Murwei people, the Burke, the Tutun, the warriors, and the slaves, all followed with their legs, paused, shouted, and sang, as if they were drunk and infatuated.

All of a sudden, all the noise ceased? "Ah——!h Liu Jizhen's hoarse shout rang out, echoing lonely among the mountains. He wiped his face with his hand, stopped the senseless protest, took a breath, and explained to Xie Yingdeng: "Vent evil anger." Grandma's, if it weren't for the fact that we Huns themselves were not angry, where would it be their turn to be arrogant on the steppe. Thieves, if thieves bless them, God is a fool! ”

As if to oppose him. The shamans commanded a few words in a loud voice. There was another burst of cheers from the wolf rider, and several shirtless men led dozens of sheep and nine white calves one after another.

Cows and sheep do not understand what is sacred, and while fighting against the fate of being slaughtered, they let out a desolate wail. The onlookers laughed and helped the shamans. Soon, both sheep and cattle were fastened to pre-erected stakes. Several young men took sharp knives and raised their hands in front of the priests. The leader of the team chanted a few words loudly, then grabbed a sharp knife and quickly drew it on his forehead.

The rest of the sacrifices did the same, raising their swords and mutilating themselves. Blood, immediately dripping all over their faces. As if to let the defenders on the Great Wall see their bravery, the priests turned around and shouted at the Great Wall. Then he painted the blade red with his own blood and walked slowly to the side of the nine white calves.

"Moo————" the frightened calf let out a desperate wail. "Woo-woo-woo———— woo-woo" The Turks, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, immediately sounded the horn. "Whoa———— whoa———— whoa!" The soldiers at the altar began to chant loudly again, and as they sang, they cut their own skin with their weapons.

Human blood, cow blood, sheep blood, the red blood light made people dizzy. The next moment, killing became the main theme, and all the cattle and sheep fell under the swords of the sacrificers. A warrior with neat hands and feet had already received the blood of the ox and the sheep in a copper basin, and a basin was placed in the center of the altar. The priests who led the team lifted the copper basin and chanted the words in their mouths, and while chanting, they stained the entire platform red with blood.

The wind immediately spread the bloody gas to the Great Wall. Even though they are used to seeing life and death, Xie Yingdeng and the others are still faintly disgusted. The Central Plains army would occasionally sacrifice to the gods before the Great War, but it had never been so bloody. However, the other party was proud of the bloody brutality, and just splashed the altar red, followed by singing in a pool of blood.

"Brother Liu, what are they singing?" Xie Yingdeng was uncomfortable, gasping and asking Liu Jizhen.

This time, Liu Jizhen, the head of the horse thief, did not emphasize his own noble bloodline, listened with his ears sideways, and then explained in a low voice: "This is a war song of the Turks, which seems to have existed for hundreds of years. The first paragraph emphasizes his own origins, under the mountain, the wolf and the children of humans. Growing up eating wolf milk, inheriting the brave ....... of your ancestors"

"We are the descendants of the blue wolf, and the immortal heavens have given us strong muscles and bones." After a pause, Liu Jizhen continued to translate, "The scimitar is our teeth,

War horses are our wings,

All the land under the sun is our pasture,

Descendants of the blue wolf

Reach out and get it

Chop off the man's head

Drag the woman into your tent

Ignore their weeping and wailing

All this has been given to me by the Immortal Heaven

I was a natural hunter

I was a natural hunter

The blood of a blue wolf runs through his body

The darling of the Immortal Heaven

Reach for it

Chop off the man's head

Drag the woman into the tent

Bear witness to my glory with their blood

This is all a gift from the Eternal Heavens

I was born strong

I was born strong

No one can stop me

Urge the horses

Trekking through mountains and wilderness

Raise our battle flags on bones and corpses

Don't listen to the pleadings and cries of the weak

The burned area was soon covered with grass

………”

The song is long and magnificent, and after being translated by Liu Jizhen, it reaches the ears of everyone on the Great Wall, but it is creepy. It was not a simple sacrifice, it was the grand wish of the descendants of the blue wolf hidden in the depths of their hearts. Xie Yingden found that his body was trembling unconsciously, not because of fear or cold.

He snatched a warbow from his soldier and wound it with an arrow, trying to teach the fanatical priests a lesson. But I found that the distance was too far, four hundred steps, even if the bed crossbow was fired, it would lose its accuracy. "Someone, beat the drum for me, and suppress the sound of the wolf rider!" Although he was not in his own army, he still shouted orders regardless of his identity. Shi De, who was worried about his morale, glanced at the guards, and the drums immediately sounded like beans from the city.

"We are the descendants of the blue wolf....... as if provocative, and the Turkic song was not interrupted by the sound of drums at all. Inside and outside the valley, hundreds of thousands of people sang together, drunk and infatuated.

"Grandma's, calibrate my bed!" Shi Defang was also a little anxious, stomping his feet and shouting angrily. When the soldiers defending the city heard the order, they immediately pushed the bed crossbow to the battlement, and the tip of the crossbow was slightly pressed down, forming a straight line with the altar in the distance.

The crossbow arrows that had been put on the strings did not go out. While everyone was busy, the Turks pushed several pairs of young men and women onto the altar. It was so far away that the defenders on the Great Wall couldn't tell whether the young men were from the Central Plains or from the Cypriots, and opened their mouths wide in surprise, watching the unexpected tragedy happen in front of them.

"No, we Huns don't have this habit." Liu Jizhen was stunned and couldn't wait to explain to everyone. He has always regarded himself as a descendant of the Xiongnu king, and he considers himself noble in blood. But at this moment, he was very afraid that his companions would be regarded as the same kind of those guys in the city. "We Huns don't have this habit, we ......."

No one listened to his explanation, and all the eyes of the guards were fixed on the altar under the Great Wall. In the eyes of everyone, Liu Jizhen saw the flames clearly.

"Don't listen to the prayers and cries of the weak, the burned place will soon be covered with grass....... "The wolf riders sang and danced, and the leading priest raised his scimitar and neatly cut off the heads of the male and female sacrifices.

Whoop - whoop - whoop, between the mountains, was instantly filled with the howl of wolves.

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