"The old body is hereby commanded by the angels!

Bullarly, go find a few guards and I'll arrange it. ”

Hearing Cheng Zhong's last words, the old man instantly came to his senses, and his expression was as if an adult had agreed to a child's request.

Brulari agreed, running out the door.

Cheng Zhong talked to the old man for a while and exchanged his thoughts with her.

After that, he took his leave and went out of the house, leaving for his wooden building.

Walk to the room on the third floor, and come to the familiar sheepskin.

He smelled a scent, it was the smell of Brulali, although it was not as strong as Gao Gexing and Li Muxian, but it was fresh and lovely, and it was unique.

"She must have stayed here since she came back. He thought.

He sat against the wall, stretched his legs, closed his eyes, and his thoughts began to wander around Bulari.

On the banks of the Crocodile River, the scene of the beautiful girl riding on the pony "Pegasus" will remain in his mind forever, just like the movie Cobe.

At the edge of the forest, the woman who hid in the wild walnut tree aimed her bow and arrow at the male incense deer, and he still carried the precious musk on his body.

Also at the edge of the forest, the accompanying woman rang an arrow, and a reckless and sturdy man fell to the ground, whimpering for his life.

In the tribal center, the laughing woman held hands and introduced him to the hospital, school, labor camp and manufacturing base.

Highlighting a rainstorm, the woman struggled in the rain, he wanted to be a hero to save the beauty, but instead he fell into the beauty to save the beauty.

At midnight in May, the woman half-arms him through the frightening forest path left him with all sorts of insights.

The wooden building was surrounded by demonstrators, and the woman flew down from the third floor for humiliating scratches on her body as if they were scratching her heart.

In the university dormitory, someone tested the hardness of his head with a wooden pier, and the woman pounced on the other like a madman, in a posture that was simply ugly, and it was a complete shrew fighting.

The woman's palms were cut bloodily while learning to tie the flowers and soil, but her face was still smiling more beautiful than wildflowers.

In order to improve the lives of the Wusun people, the woman pushed his first unicycle between the wooden building and the manufacturing base, and the sweat on her face barely dried.

Ordered to lead the newly recruited young soldiers on foot to the secret camp, a hundred miles down, the woman's voice must have been hoarse, and her face had turned black and red, but he did not fail in his mission.

What he couldn't let go of the most was that he jumped into the crater for three days and two nights and did not return, the woman went completely crazy, pounced on the crater again and again, fainted and rolled down again and again, and almost killed herself......

At some point, Cheng Zhong found that tears had drowned his face, crossed his chin, and fell on his bare chest.

He's still a kid.

Although in the eyes of others, he doesn't look like a child at all, there are more than 10 million people in Wusun, and his hope for his life is all on him.

But he knew he was still just a big boy.

Tears are a child's right.

Now that no one else was present, he simply ignored it, letting his eyes turn into two vigorous springs, and letting his tears flow like a continuous stream.

His tears were shed for the lovely, pitiful, respectable, and pathetic sister Brulali.

It is also for Brulali's kind mother and those Wusun women who have suffered unjustified disasters.

But not all, it seems that it also flows for the ancestors and grandmothers, for all the Wusun people, and for themselves.

But it is not accurate, it seems that it is also for the sake of nostalgia for the family on earth, for the life that cannot be understood, for the sake of this inexplicable world.

In short, Cheng Zhong cried silently for more than ten minutes before he felt that his heart gradually became more comfortable.

His mind returned to Brulari.

"It seems that everything is arranged by fate, and the first person I saw in the Wolf Domain was her, and she was destined to be the leader of the Wusun people.

I always think that she is not mature enough to take on a big responsibility, in fact, she did everything before, didn't she do her best?

I forgot that if I was measured by this standard, I was not mature enough, and it was also difficult for me to take on a big role.

But when the burden really falls on your shoulders, don't you do a good job?"

Thinking of this, he let out a long breath of turbidity, and felt that his mood suddenly became much lighter.

He wanted to do something for the dozen or so women who had died.

After thinking about it, I still wanted to write a few lines of eulogy, so I found the bark paper, put the pen in my hand, and began to think.

After a while, the excited pen fell heavily on the paper:

(a)

The demon wind rises and the ghost snake is crazy,

The soul goes to the fragrance and consumes the ten kitchen girls.

The voice is still there, and the person has passed away,

The elders and grandchildren broke their bowels in pain.

(b)

The Wyvern Gang, full of sins,

Wake up the goodness and sharpen the knife and gun.

The gods have been gathered into the climate.

Sweep away the demon and capture the king of thieves.

(c)

The resentful soul is gone, and there is no melancholy,

That is, Wusun Yingjie Hall.

He catches thieves and comes to the temple,

Eat meat and soak the skin to mourn the dead.

(iv)

The righteousness of heaven is mighty,

Insidious and treacherous can be hidden.

Except for the turmoil and peace,

All the people sing happily and happily for a long time.

Cheng Zhong gritted his teeth and finished writing in one breath, no matter whether it was good or bad, and finally seemed to vent the sadness and anger that had accumulated in his heart for a day.

As soon as he put away his pen and ink, Brulari came and told him that the funeral was ready, just outside in the square.

Cheng Zhong packed up the mourning poem he had just written, let Brulari hold it, and then followed her towards the square.

At this time, the star is tilting to the west, and it is not much time before the arrival of night.

Although the time for the notice was very short, everyone heard that the angel had arrived, and they still wanted to see him with their own eyes, and in the shortest possible time, five or six thousand people gathered, and the square was basically saturated.

In the middle of the square, twelve rectangular piles of timber were neatly stacked, and among them were the bodies of the deceased.

In front of each pile of timber there were varying numbers of people, who were supposed to be the closest to the deceased.

Brulari led Cheng Zhong through the open space between the timber piles and the crowd, and Cheng Zhong greeted and comforted each group of relatives.

In front of a lumber pile, Cheng Zhong meets Bullarly's two younger sisters and a younger brother.

Unexpectedly, this younger brother is exactly the same age as Cheng Zhong.

Cheng Zhong needed friends of the same age very much, so he specially said a few words to him, and couldn't help but ask him if he would like to go to the barracks with him.

He readily agreed.

Grandma sat on a raised platform on the other side of the timber pile.

There are three seats on the high platform, and the grandparents sit on one side.

Cheng Zhong and Brulari walked towards the high platform together.

After Cheng Zhong came to the stage, he sat directly in the center, and Brulari sat on the other side.

Seeing the angel come to the stage, the noise stopped, and the huge square became surprisingly quiet.

Cheng Zhong stood up and began to speak loudly in Wusun.

He first talked about the criminal acts of the "Flying Dragon Gang" in recent years, and then talked about the formation of the new army and the conduct of training.

Because the matter involved military secrets, he did not elaborate on many specific situations, but only told everyone that he was fully prepared and would definitely be able to defeat the "Flying Dragon Gang" and create a peaceful and peaceful external environment for the Wusun Alliance.

After talking about the situation, he began to talk about the change of leaders.

In an appreciative tone, he affirmed the character of his grandmother and the contributions she has made over the years.

Then, as he understood, he began to introduce Brulari.

The words of Brulari are more than twice as many as those of the grandmother of the ancestors.

After that, Cheng Zhong concluded:

"In terms of qualifications, character and ability, Grandma Ancestor is an excellent leader of the Wusun people, but she is too old to move, and it is very inconvenient for her to move, and she is now at a critical moment in the duel of the "Flying Dragon Gang", and a moment of delay may bring immeasurable losses.

For this reason, it is indeed necessary to let the old man rest well and hand over her burden to the younger generation.

Bula Leader is the perfect fit.

After Brulari took office, she had to consult her grandparents and grandmothers and discuss them with the Council of Elders.

Because of the state of war, I did not have time to communicate and negotiate with the Council of Elders about the change of leader, so I had to announce it first, and then ask the Council of Elders to make a formal posthumous appointment. ”

Speaking of this, Cheng Zhong's eyes swept to the dozen or so elders seated in the audience, and when he saw them nodding their heads there again and again, he was relieved.

After that, Cheng Zhong changed the topic and began to talk about the flashes of the twelve women who were killed.

At the same time, he put forward a request to build the Wusun Martyrs' Hall near the Wusun Temple as soon as possible, and put the spiritual seat of the woman who died this time into the Martyrs' Hall.

In the end, he read the memorial poem he wrote to the twelve cooks in sad Chinese, and then translated it into Wusun sentence by sentence.

In the process, Brulari cried bitterly, and the cries of everyone in the audience became one.

The sky suddenly became overcast, cloudy, and began to fall like fine hairs.

It seems that there is a real sorrow between heaven and man.

Before the bell could be spoken, the new priest began to recite simple scriptures.

Twelve piles of timber were quickly set on fire.

The stars set, night fell, only a dozen flames burned, the square was reflected as day, and half of the sky on the grassland was reflected in blood red.