"But even so, the Hestahawks still take off at every rising moment."

"Until the last time, when he was too old to lift his wings, he landed on the plains, and his wings became arms, and his claws became feet, and he became a human baby, and then the sheep of the steppe adopted and nursed him...... In the mythology of the Hesta people, that's how they came to be. ”

"In their tribe, as soon as the children reach the age of twelve, the elders themselves take it upon themselves to leave eagle tattoos on the children's wrists...... Therefore, the Hesta people are very recognizable, and if a person has red hair and an eagle tattooed on his wrist, then he is undoubtedly a Hesta. ”

In the firelight, the girl who told the story stopped.

"How do you know so much?" Another girl looked over and said, "My father and mother told me that the Hesta people think they are all eagles. ”

"My family used to live on both sides, and I only moved here a few years ago. A Hesta woman was married to a woman from the town before......" the storyteller whispered, her hands on her chin, her eyelids half-drooping, and a somewhat lazy look, "It's really good-looking, but that tattoo is too conspicuous, and with red hair, no one in the town associates with them." ”

"But they are not much better off than we are," said the girl, "and I have heard that the Hesta and Arslan are not at good will, so they have been slaughtered by the whole tribe once...... The Hestas who are still in the territory of the Jin Kingdom should also be slaves. ”

“…… No wonder, I understand when you say that," someone in the tent sighed in realization, "I said that those old things who had invested in gold came from to be so bold, and they just beat us, how can even people who look like gold dare to whip them." ”

"Shhhh Don't talk about that! ”

At night, as usual, Bai Ling had insomnia, and she lay on her straw mat.

Lying on his side felt uncomfortable, and Bai Ling lay down again.

The people in the tent slept tightly, and she slowly changed her position so as not to wake the girls on either side.

Breath in the near distance, wind in the distance.

For some reason, the lamentation of the dead in the evening always lingered in her mind.

The deer hunter and his companions swept through her mind like a passing west wind.

When she thought of the red-haired deer hunter, she thought of herself.

At that time, I didn't have time to think about many things, but now when I went to my country and left my hometown, I suddenly saw many similarities with myself in the body of the deer hunter.

At some point, the familiar life was suddenly stripped away, and even though they had a similar face, a similar life, and even a common god with Arslan or other Jin tribes, the Hesta people still became "non-me" beings in an instant.

Nothing was gone, and only the Hurstads, who had lost their homeland forever, wandered like ghosts in a foreign land.

If you lose your hometown forever, how can you be a deer hunter?

Lan Zhijun and Heng Yuanjun aren't they?

Chen Yicong, isn't it?

Bai Ling didn't know whether to be happy or sad for them, at least at this moment they still had a burning cause of revenge and a great responsibility on their shoulders. And herself, like a candle burning alone in the wind, was deeply tired of these never-ending battles.

She thought of the weeping willows in the south of the Yangtze River, the lanterns on the shore of Jian'an Lake, the picturesque pleasure boats and the rippling waves on the lake, and only felt that the more beautiful things were, the more fragile they were.

Lan Zhijun never understood why she was not as good as she used to be today, but Bai Ling herself understood.

The power of one person is always limited. The more I struggled, the more desperately I tried to get closer to that little hope, the more I realized the difficulties of the world......

When will such walls come to an end?

In the process of breaking out of the cage again and again, she has been helped by so many people, because of one after another with kind help or coincidence to live safely, but to this day, no matter how amiable the smiling face, can not give her the kind of comfort she wants.

Where it was difficult to save her life, she longed to be seen by some kind of understanding gaze.

Let's just say why not eat minced meat...... If she had never experienced such an experience here, perhaps this obsession would not have grown wildly and become as strong as it is today.

Thinking back to the past, thinking back to those thrilling days and nights, Bai Ling closed his eyes.

In the darkness, she felt as if she had risen and risen as briskly as the night's blizzard, and then melted into the midst of her friends who had turned into stars.

Such a life...... It's probably that she has done her best to bloom, and if there are any regrets, it is beyond her reach.

Mo snuggles me, I am used to cold, and I am determined to become ice......

Don't snuggle me, don't come near me, I'm on fire, and all trees are burning......

Don't come near me, come and hug me, I'm warm, cool......

Come and embrace me, please support me, I am old, I am like a sick beast......

Did you write these sentences in the same way when you wrote these sentences in that ruined temple?

But I probably don't have the strength to walk to you anymore.

It's a shame to think about it that way......

Where are you tonight, and what are you doing?

I want to see you again......

At all costs...... I want to see you again.

……

Early in the morning, Aquili lifted Lan Zhijun's tent and strode in, but saw Lan Zhijun sitting alone on the soft collapse, contemplating the chessboard in front of him, as if he was completely unaware that someone had entered the tent.

"Strategist!" Aquili shouted, and Lan Zhijun looked up a little dazed.

Aquili walked up to Lan Zhijun with a black scroll in his hand, and then laughed and placed the scroll on Lan Zhijun's lap.

Lan Zhijun unfolded the scroll, on the black silk, the golden inscriptions were densely and neatly arranged, and he read silently, this is a letter of consolation written by the sect master Arslan to Aquili, for the matter of breaking through the two-headed look, Arslan has twelve points of excitement - you must know that the two-headed look is such a fortification, Wei Changming repaired it for a full twelve years, and it was also repaired for twelve years when the entire northern territory was peaceful.

When Arslan himself broke through Liangtouwang, he also set fire to the entire city, but the next year, Liangtouwang returned to its original state, and the grain and armaments of Zhuozhou and Yanzhou still passed through Liangtouwang as in previous years.

He hadn't figured it out for a long time, but now he realized that the real important place for the two heads was not on the ground, but underground.

The stone walls and warehouses crisscrossing the ground are the places where the two sides are truly fortified.

In his letter, Arslan not only praised Aquili, but also promised many rewards—name, land, slaves, cattle, sheep, and horses...... And so on.

"If it weren't for the military advisor's clever plan, I wouldn't have been able to take this place so easily, I've always been a person with clear rewards and punishments, and today my father promised me these rewards, in addition to my honor, the military advisor will see if you like anything, just pick!"

Aquili looked at Lan Zhijun, who had a calm face, and then at his empty hood, "...... What about the woman that the military advisor has a crush on? ”