Old Liang was pondering to himself, and suddenly, Sun Xie, the guard on duty, shouted, "There is a situation!" ”

In the blink of an eye, Guo Yanzai led dozens of sergeants with knives, guns, bows and crossbows, and boarded the beacon tower, only to see a man and a horse in the wind and sand, disappearing like ghosts on the winding road.

"Who's coming?" Sun Xie roared at the wind and sand, "Quickly rein the horse and get off the saddle!" ”

The person who came didn't seem to hear half of the sentence, and continued to rush towards the West Beacon Fire with a stuffy head.

Although the sand wind was so cold that people couldn't open their eyes, Guo Yanzai still saw the horses slowly revealed in the wind and sand, and spit out a low sentence from his lips: "It's Gelgong horses!" Barbarians! ”

He, Guo Yanzai, is so judgmental; This is because the war horses produced by Zisai are completely different from the horses of the Golgong steppe.

Purple Saima, with a thin head and a high neck, slender limbs, thin skin and fine hairs, light and fast steps; The disadvantages are that the stamina is not strong, delicate, and requires careful care from specialized soldiers.

On the other hand, the Gelgong horse has a large head and a short neck, a strong physique, a broad chest and a long mane, thick skin and thick hair; They have neither comfortable stables nor fine fodder, but they are able to withstand the blizzards of the northwest; Raising hooves can kick and smash the head of a lone wolf, and his endurance is extremely strong, even if it is a thousand-mile run!

Before Guo Yanzai enlisted in the army, he secretly resold cattle, sheep, horses and donkeys with his uncle in various parts of Saibei, and his understanding of horses was not deep.

It's just that later, his uncle was accidentally arrested by the government on the way to sell horses, and all the property and livestock he obtained were confiscated, and the business was at a loss, so he went to Zisai and became a border sergeant.

Lao Liangtou also stared at the wind and sand for a long time, and said in a loud voice: "Guo Yanzai, no matter who the fuck is coming, shoot the horse to Lao Tzu first!" ”

"No!" Guo Yanzai strode forward, raised his arms and shouted: "Release!" As soon as the words fell, the arrows were fired in succession, and three arrows broke through the air.

Unexpectedly, instead of slowing down, the man urged his horse forward, without looking, and bowed his horse and quickly gave way to two arrows.

And the third arrow was intercepted by him directly with his bare hands, and all the sergeants were shocked in their hearts, and they were speechless and stunned for a while.

There was a moment of silence.

Guo Yanzai was also shocked suddenly, and immediately reacted, clenched his fists and ordered, "Stop!" ”

At this moment, a voice came out clearly in the fierce sand wind, resounding through the West Beacon Tower: "The man is heroic as a armor, and he fights to show off his beauty." Don't let your children fall for the time being, how can you ...... the world if you don't have a peaceful world?"

A military song "Purple Autumn Wind", which was spread to Biansai, not only expressed the confidence in the chest, but also eliminated everyone's last doubts.

The means of receiving arrows from people were all impressed by the sergeants; The singing voice of the comer is even more generous and heroic, which is moving.

Everyone echoed in unison and sang along: "Looking back at Qin Sai, who is as low as a horse, gradually sees the Yellow River flowing straight north." Tianwei rolls directly to the jade gate, and the Han song is captured in the north for thousands of miles......"

The hurricane-like sound came from afar, whistling and whirling between the wind and sand, and it was endless.

"Well, is the stinky boy back?" Old Liang asked.

"Boss, it must be, except for him, no one else has the ability to catch arrows with his bare hands." Guo Yanzai looked back and responded.

Lao Liangtou bowed slightly, and suddenly, his heart rushed to the beacon tower like a fire, he didn't care about panting, clenched his fists, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Yang boy! Did all the brothers from the beacon along the way come back? ”

Yang Tingfeng threw away the arrow in his hand and raised his voice: "Uncle Yujun, the brothers along the way have all withdrawn, but the foot strength of this Gelgong war horse I captured is unusually fast, so I will be the first!" ”

Hearing this, Lao Liangtou let out a long breath, let go of his clenched fists, and brushed away the sand and dust on his body.

In an instant, his heart was ethereal, and his whole body was comfortable, "Good, good! When the purple plug is withdrawn, I invite you brothers to drink! ”

"No——!" The soldiers of the Tanma Battalion behind him let out cheers that shook the heavens and the earth, and they once again sang a majestic military song to the eastern sky:

The barbarian cavalry invaded the border, and the wind came from the vast mountains. The northwest beacon is urgent, and the six towns are urging Yushu.

The ice is strong and the flying fox is cold, and the frost is thick and waiting for the geese to mourn. The general is awarded the title, and the warrior is awarded the rank of night.

In the Zisaijin River, the dragon roared and was destroyed. The three armies of the secret strategy moved, and finally made Le Minghui.

......

The singing, fluttering in the wind, just floating, floating.

until it was on the yellow sand and withered grass that was hundreds of miles away.

The white tents are held up in the sea of sand, running through the north and south, and the surrounding cattle, sheep and horses are thousands of them, and the flags are waving and the wolf flags are standing in a forest.

In the sea of canopies, a large golden tent is particularly conspicuous.

Inside the golden tent, a fiery red carpet covered the entire tent, and a bearded old man with a white cloth wrapped in his head, blue eyes, and a black beard was lifting the chin of a man in the first seat, and looking at the situation, it seemed that he was inspecting his injuries.

If Yang Tingfeng was here, he would definitely find that this man was the brute who escaped from his hands.

Around the man, there stood a group of barbarian warriors with few beards and ugly appearances, but all of them were tall and large, unusually fierce, and had scimitars on their waists.

They all respectfully sat by their side, waiting for their master's orders.

This man is a typical steppe man, with prominent cheekbones, a flat face, over thirty years old, with yellow-brown skin and wolf-like eyes, although he is not tall among barbarians, and his body is not very strong, but his majestic expression and decisive eyes have a vague courage that ordinary people can never achieve - the blood wolf Khan Huo Yixuan himself!

"Great Khan!" A man in black next to him handed over a golden arrow, wrapped in a white cloth, with the details of the battle between the Blue Wolf Ranger and the Yanshan Flying Horse.

"Oh, as expected, Geshu Lao'er has already laid this Qiang army on the border line. But I wonder why they could have anticipated the day of our attack. He had just experienced a crisis, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes, and he just asked left and right coldly, "Haven't Yu Jiulu Nazhe and Jochi returned yet?" ”

Before the barbarian warriors could reply, the man in black knelt down on one knee, respectfully stroked his chest, and said in a hoarse throat: "My lord, not yet." ”

The man in black has a deep nose and high eyes, his face is as pale as paper, his facial features are like sculptures, and his blue eyes are full of yin and evil.

The old man's name was Musa, and he came from the Holy Fire Cult of the Western Regions of Pars.

The Holy Fire Cult believed in fire and light, and after it was introduced to the Western Regions, it was revered by the khans of various countries.

In a hundred years, hundreds of thousands of sectarians have developed in the countries of the Western Regions, and they have been in the limelight for a while.

However, because of the different ideas, the church gradually developed into more than a dozen factions, large and small, and the factions disagreed with each other, and it was not uncommon for them to fight.

The internal strife caused the Holy Flame to suffer a major blow, and this force of Musa was defeated in the struggle for power.

In order to make a comeback in the future, Musa led the remnants of his followers to the Western Regions, and ten years ago, he came to the Golgong steppe and became Hoixuan's staff.

Later, the young blood wolf Khan Hoixuan succeeded to the throne; He personally promised Musa that as long as Musa helped him capture the Zisaixiong Pass of Dayin, he would help him send troops from the west of Zisai, cross the desert, and regain the position of the leader of the Holy Fire Cult that belonged to him.

In the tent, there are also twenty orchids from the Western Regions who are dancing the Hu Xuan dance.

The orchids have honey-skinned skin, wear tight-fitting dance clothes, and bare their small waists and shoulders and arms.

This is also a recent gift from the Xianbei leader Tuoba Fu, to show that the Xianbei and the blood barbarians are friendly to each other.

But I saw that the dancers were rapidly spinning and tapping on the carpet, and their feet were never out of the edge of the red carpet.

Hu Xuan Dance is a healthy dance, and the movement style is strong.

There is a poem that says:

Raise eyebrows and step on the felt, red sweat exchange bead hat bias.

Drunk but leaning east and west, his boots are weak in front of the lamp.

The circumference is in a hurry, and the backhand is like the moon.

A beautiful and ambiguous aura filled the air: but I saw that the orchids' eyebrows were slanted, their eyes were smart, and the jewels and jades all over their bodies collided with each other, making a tinkling sound like a small stream, and the dance also turned into a branch dance.

Zhezhi dance is a soft dance, and the dance posture is beautiful and soft.

Hoyxuan lay quietly on the animal couch, wolf skin covering his body, burying him in a thick gray velvet.

Laughing in the spring breeze, dancing in clothes.

Hu Xuannu, Hu Xuannu.

The heart should be the string, the hand should be drumming!

Huo Yixuan's breathing, along with the dance of the dancing girl, slowly changed from rapid to soothing.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he fell in love with one of the orchids—no more than twenty-eight years old, slim, with honey-like skin, a high forehead, long golden hair, and blue eyes.

Although the woman is veiled, it is difficult to hide the beauty of her true face, and her skin exudes a crystal color in the candlelight, like a dream.

The stunning dancing girl is still whirling, her honey-colored skin glowing seductively, and the tinkling sound of the tassels she wears is endless, and her dancing posture is becoming more and more enchanting.

Suddenly, the stunning orchid pulled out a quenched sword with a bronze handle from his waist, and the dance had changed from the Zhezhi dance to the sword dance.

"Good!" Suddenly, Hoyxuan let out a wild roar from his chest and stood up—and the orchid spun and fell into his arms, her honey-colored arms softly wrapped around the back of his neck.

The barbarian warriors hurriedly withdrew from the Golden Tent in good spirits, and the dancing girls also stopped dancing, hung down their shirts, and slowly left after kneeling.

"Purple Stopper...... It's mine! ”

Suddenly, Huo Yixuan spit out such a low question from his mouth, but his hands hugged the stunning orchid of the Western Regions.

"Da Yin's country is also mine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed the orchid down on the couch covered with gray wolf skin, and tore the jewels and bandeau from her neck........

A new moon rises.

Huo Yixuan pushed away the orchid who was still sleeping on his side.

The male lord of the grassland wore a wolf king's leather coat and silently walked out of the golden tent.

Outside, the sand and wind were cold, the dust covered the heavens and the earth, and the strong wind blew the wolf flags violently.

Legend.

The Han people are the children of Yue'er.

When he was a child, he and she pointed to the moon as a play.

Growing up, he and her pointed to the moon as an alliance.

When he was older, the boy was going to war, and he and she swore to the moon: meet each other, wait for the rivers and mountains to be reunited, the sword to be sheathed, the horse to release the Nanshan, and then come back to protect the prosperity of a life with you.

But how many people came back to fight in ancient times, and how many people looked at the moon overnight?

I'm afraid, there is only the ancient road green grave left, which makes people infinitely emotional.

But in the impression of the barbarians, Yue'er is vicissitudes, weathered, and resolute

- Wolf Howling Moon!

The moon rises in the middle of the night, and the beasts are afraid of the darkness and coldness, and they are silent. Only the king of the blue wolf can climb to the top of the mountain, look at the heroes, and cry the sky.

Just like the grassland boy back then, watching it rise from Zisaixiong Pass, and then shine all over the Qianli Gelgong grassland.

Watch as the moon leaps out of the desert, shining on the banks of the Wei River, and finally piercing through the grassland, day after day, year after year.

Huo Yixuan also knew that the scene of watching the moon on the grassland was different from watching the moon in the gate.

When he was a child, he disguised himself as a slave and followed the caravan from the Western Regions to the Zisai Mutual Market, where he saw all kinds of vendor-level people of all colors who were full of the smell of fireworks in the world.

He also swam through the south of the Yangtze River, looking at the smoke and rain of the corner tower, Wu Nong's soft words, and the lights of the Yiren stationed at the oil-paper umbrella station.

He has been to Bashu, standing at the highest place in Qiandeng Town, looking at the bustling crowd, the seven-star lanterns that are gradually drifting away, and the small fried fried that is so spicy that he sweats.

He even sneaked into the imperial capital for three years, walking in the solemn bell temple, the pale yellow city wall, the blue floor tiles, and the majestic and heavy palace......

He has been to every inch of the land of the Dayin Dynasty, and it can really be described as a picturesque landscape.

He also knows that Dayin's country is on the verge of stormy and crumbling.

Outside the gate, it will soon be wailing all over the wilderness, where will the 300,000 people of Zisai go?

In the Guannai, the dignitaries and dignitaries are still singing and dancing, drunk and golden, and fighting each other for internal friction.

Who will end up with these great mountains and rivers?