(PS1: There will be a change at night, surrender to the collection, of course, please leave a message and smash the ticket.) Thank you. PS2: Because at some point, I suddenly regretted the depiction of this war, so the meaning of this chapter is very clear, I believe - some people don't need to pretend to be posturing, even if there are no mountains and twilight snow, they can achieve a shocking picture. ）

"We are the purest tribe in the mountains, and this war has taught us that we can either enjoy the glory and wealth of the slaughter, or become the soul of the enemy, and the most shameful end is to choose to retreat step by step in the face of the enemy - and even the spirit of the whole tribe gradually withers and withers to the point of collapse. ”

"For power and glory, there is nothing more than the battlefield to reflect the true character of a man, and the battlefield - retreat is its most fatal weakness, retreat, will only make the shackles imposed on us more heavy, will only make morale slide into the abyss of no return!"

"The clansmen in the mountains, please remember, there is a sharp edge is a blunt stone, the mountain is not strange, and the same is true for people, no matter when and where, you must remember to pick up the weapon in your hand to recapture the rivers and mountains, never give up, when the time is ripe, my Xi barbarians will swear to return to the east, not to die, never to rest. ”

"I believe that you will, and you will definitely use the head of the Emperor of the Yan Kingdom to pay tribute to the souls of those people who have died blindly. ”

-- From The Book of Oblivion, Vol. II, p. 38, The Origin of Tribal and National Grievances.

The melee during the day came to an end at dusk, and the entire Qingyun City was rarely quiet, because of the terrain, the cold wind of Qingyun City at night blew on the face hotly and painfully, especially on the north gate city wall, if it was a blizzard, most of the soldiers defending the city on the city wall would set up simple tents on the city wall to keep warm.

Now that Qingyun City has been broken, there are no more soldiers on the city wall - the soldiers of Mangguo will not climb the city wall to look back at their hometown in such a cold weather, but outside the south gate of Qingyun City, there are several fires, and there are several tribal warriors sitting next to the fire.

"Why do their Mangguo soldiers stay in the city comfortably, let us come out and get cold?" A young man with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks at the edge of the fire shrunk his neck and spit out a mouth full of wind and snow, after saying this, he scolded and put down the bow and arrow in his hand, rubbed his hands together to keep warm, and his body couldn't help but move a little more to the fire.

"If you want to blame us, we can only blame us for not having power or power, maybe those military masters of Mangguo are holding the girl in the Qinglou and being happy. "A person with a few pimples on his face is not angry.

"Don't complain about this, it's good to be alive after this war. The man who said this was a young man with a handsome face, whose left arm was bandaged with a white cloth because of the injury, and he glanced at the crowd while picking up a few slightly damp wooden roots beside him and adding firewood to the fire.

If Su Qin is here, he will recognize this person, his name is Bai Qi, and he has a very good relationship with Su Qin, except for the servant of Muye, Bai Qi should be the most talked about with Su Qin in the tribe, although Bai Qi's appeal in the tribe cannot be compared with Su Mu, but the people who sit there admire him very much, and when he says this, everyone else is shut.

Bai Qi's father died hunting under the leopard's claws when he was very young, and he has been taking care of his elderly mother all these years, just like another time Su Qin asked him why he didn't go into the Heavenly Forbidden to try the position of patriarch?

At that time, Bai Qi just smiled and shook his head, and said to Su Qin, I am not afraid of the beasts in the forbidden world, I am only afraid that I will die, and others will not be able to take care of my mother.

Carrying a cowhide bag full of spirits and drinking two sips of spirits, Bai Qi's eyes looked at the sky without stars, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the war is over, he is still alive, he killed twenty-nine soldiers of the Yan Kingdom in this war, and he can receive five taels of silver, and he will be able to buy some good warm clothes for his mother when the time comes.

"Xiao Gao, hum a mountain song. Bai Qi thought of something, and said to the young man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, Bai Qi's proposal was quickly recognized by everyone, this precarious war was too cruel, and now that the war is over, they all need to vent the depression in their hearts - there are too many friends, and they will never see each other again.

"Brother Qi let me have a drink first. Gao Xida smiled at this time, and he didn't twist it, don't look at him not good-looking, but he has a good voice.

Hearing Gao Xida say this, Bai Qi smiled, handed over the cowhide bag, took the cowhide bag, Gao Xida poured a sip of strong wine and heated his throat, and then he opened his mouth and hummed a long tune: The wind and snow in the mountains have blinded my eyes, but who can forget the snowy winter of the tribe, whenever I drive the cattle and sheep across the distant horizon, I know that it is a plateau we have never been to......

The song gently floated outside the city wall that no one cared about, Bai Qi slowly closed his eyes and returned to those carefree times, there was no war, no blood and fire, the lambs raised in captivity at home licked the palms of their hands, the barley batter made by his mother floated with an attractive fragrance, the costume faded, and I returned my robe and boots, the green scimitar chopped on the wood chips, and the transparent sweat rolled on the green vegetable leaves behind the mountain house......

At the end of a short song, the people around the fire fell silent, Bai Qi turned his head to look at the east, he remembered that the sorcerer in the tribe had said a sentence: As long as the heart is full of hope, people will not become miserable.

"Brother Qi, I heard last night that someone saw the third prince. After singing the mountain song, Gao Xida tightened his shabby sheepskin coat, then touched his frozen red nose and said, and took another sip of the wine in the cowhide bag after speaking.

Bai Qi snorted, Su Qin's face appeared in his mind, Su Qin's matter Bai Qi heard Wukemu say, there was one thing Bai Qi didn't understand, aside from Su Qin's true identity, Su Qin hadn't done anything to harm the clan over the years, why couldn't Su Mu tolerate Su Qin?

"I don't know what happened to the third prince, I hope it's okay, hey, when it comes to the third prince, I still owe him a tael of silver." Seeing that Bai Qi didn't speak, Gao Xida lowered his head and was silent for a moment and said.

Everyone sitting here has more or less received Su Qin's favor - as the prince of the tribe, Su Qin has not lacked food and clothing since he was a child, and if these people in the tribe can't hunt prey during the winter, their lives will be a little difficult, and Su Qin will give them more or less the prey he hunts every time he enters the mountain.

"Su Qin will be fine. Bai Qi raised his head and smiled at this time, looked at everyone and said, "None of us are dead, let alone him, don't forget that Su Qin's archery skills are the best in the clan." Speaking of this, Bai Qi paused for a moment, and said in a low voice, "I still owe Su Qin a life that I haven't paid back, how can he die." ”

At this moment, more than a dozen carriages creaked to the south gate.

Bai Qi and the others turned their heads to see that there were some wooden boxes on the carriage, and they didn't know what was inside.