The Kugit herdsmen are like snow in the scorching sun, melted completely.

They left behind many wounded companions, who had been mercilessly slaughtered by Elune's daughter, who left not a single one alive. She did these things without the ringing horses that covered the hillside behind her.

From the back of the hillside, black dot-like Kugit ringing horses continue to appear in our field of vision, standing densely on the hillside like ants. The majesty of a few hundred Kugit cavalry on horseback was such that I didn't even think to go over to get on the crossbow, or to prepare for battle.

Copernicus went mad, and he walked towards the ringing horses step by step.

We were all looking at Copernicus.

The cavalry troops on the opposite side were obviously not comparable to the scattered Kugit herdsmen of the previous night. Hardly any of the Kugit cavalry made a loud noise, nor did they blow their horns of all kinds, they just waited quietly for the orders of their leader. The Valan soldiers can do this, I have seen it with my own eyes, the Valan soldiers who went to the battlefield were like dropping their tongues, they did not say a word, and the whole front could only hear the orders of the officers. But today, this is the second time I've seen such soldiers, and these kugit horses are either born veterans, or they have fought for too long and have been sharpened into the best soldiers.

Dawn brings light, but also weariness.

I almost couldn't contain myself wanting to fall asleep, but fear woke me up again.

Black pillars of smoke rose from the nearby settlement, and from a distance, the low-walled city looked like an overturned low table, which looked very comical. The black smoke was like a frightened soul in Tallinn. The city of Tallinn, once our only hope of safety, now seemed to be vulnerable to the hundreds of horsemen, the rammed settlement.

Our battle lasted long, but it was not fierce. There was only a thin smell of blood wafting through the air. The dawn of the prairie was misty, the sun was shining brightly little by little, and the wet ground showed a halo of steaming water vapor for a moment. Then the halo vanished. A bitter wind blew from the west, pouring in from our clothes, and each of us had blood on its body, waiting for the verdict of fate. Are these ringing horses the people Copernicus was looking for?

Elune's daughter chased after a discarded prairie horse, rode it to the other two, and she put her spear on her left arm to look for our dead soldiers. She found only a few trampled heads, which she carefully tied to her saddle with their braids, and then she began to check which of the fallen steppe herders, as long as they were alive, she would have her men turn them over and watch the tip of the spear plunge into their throats. She loved the punishment.

Copernicus's back has become smaller. Yesterday he was wounded, and Bella had a white strip of cloth wrapped around his head, and in the wind, the white strip of cloth swayed from side to side, making him look like a learned Salander.

In his hand was a short spear with a broken head. Acting as his crutch, he walked slowly but surely towards the ringing horse.

I was expecting a miracle to happen.

But such a thing is not destined to happen.

The Kugit Ringing Horse began to descend the hillside like a black tide pouring into our plain.

The Kugit horses were well equipped, all of them were dressed in roasted hard leather armor, painted black, and everyone wore leather helmets with yellow fur trimmed on the outside. The armor on their bodies was surrounded by layers of iron sheets. Each piece of iron was fastened to a strip of leather with studds, and the dense iron pieces made the Kujiit cavalry look like iron towers made of iron blocks. But the Kugit were a minority after all, only the cavalry in the front row, and the cavalry behind them were all soldiers wearing leather armor, but even such soldiers were mostly wearing sturdy and beautiful boots. On the helmet is dyed pale yellow feathers.

When the dense Kugit cavalry moved, the whole world roared, and they didn't even need to shout or run to form a strong killing aura.

Copernicus was still walking towards them.

Like a white feather flying into the black tide.

The cavalry continued to advance, how many men were there behind them? After each layer of Kugit left the top of the mountain. New Kugit cavalry poured out, just as there was a Kugit camp behind it. Like a rushing and silent black tide, the Kugit flocked to Copernicus.

Miracles did not appear, and the Kugit cavalry drowned Copernicus.

Elune rode up to my side, her Immortal Warriors no longer a little decadent after the charge, and they all stood by my side. The pioneers frowned, but they knew that it was useless to run away or resist.

"The ringing horses have really found us." I muttered to myself.

"Copernicus whispered to the herdsman for a long time," Elune's daughter, "perhaps he had let the herdsman spread other news, or else the Kugit would not have been so popular." ”

"Even if Copernicus said that there was a prince of Svadia here, he would not have recruited so many people to deal with us."

"It doesn't matter. I was mortal just now," said Elune's daughter, "but now I am alive." The Immortal Heaven will reward its warriors. ”

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"Do you want to know my name?"

The Kugit had reached the appearance of more than twenty paces in front of us, they were like a pitch-black wall, dazzling iron armor and spears like a forest, and when they moved together, the feathers above their heads were like ears of wheat swaying in the wind.

"What?" I turned my head to look at her.

She smiled brightly at me, blood and mud adorning her beautiful face, and she said a word.

Then we were overwhelmed by the numerous Kugit cavalry.

I was caught up in the torrent of Kujits, surrounded by the strong stench of Kujits, and their condescending gaze at me, countless stirrup-mounted legs, quivers full of arrows, ornate or rough scabbards, steaming horses' heads, and whispering riding voices.

"Hey!"

As the Kugit around me scattered, a man called out to me from behind my back.

When I turned back, I saw him raised. Wooden sticks wrapped in tin sheets.

Then I was plunged into darkness.

I dreamed that a thousand pigeons obscured my vision, and after they had flown over, a castle was rising from the ground.

"I'm not guilty'''"

"The wheat of the White Dove Valley is ripe. Master, there are still a lot of sickles missing'''"

"This is our family's pharmacist, the woman who ran up the hill with her face covered is the daughter of my family's blacksmith'''"

"Run! Timmy''''

"I'll resist you for a while, you must cherish it."

"Give me the box and I'll stay for a while"

"Let's go, Timmy'''"

Countless kind and unfamiliar faces and voices poured into my mind, as if someone had pried open my head and poured into it countless things that did not belong to me.

"You must live, Timmy."

I couldn't tell whose voice it was.

Being alive is a difficult thing to do. There are so many things to overcome. And forgetting all of this, embracing the darkness like black velvet, becomes a relief.

I have nothing to do with all this, I'm just an illegitimate child with a horse, I'll let the horse smell my hands!

"You're Timmy!"

"Timmy! Gotta Live! ”

"Oh my God. How could you be his child! ”

"Haha, me and your father" ''Those days seem to be right around the corner, and in the blink of an eye it''s today''"

"Timmy! Stay alive! ”

"A barrel, this is the wisdom of your grandfather; A red robe, this is your father's mercy'''"

Red'

Copernicus was in tears, staggering, and alone. Walked to the battle formation that covered the sky'''

I woke up suddenly.

It's like having an eternal dream.

When I woke up, I was sitting in a big Kugit tent.

The tent was full of Kugits drinking and chatting, and when I woke up, a Kugit handed me a bowl of mare's milk wine, a piece of half-baked horse meat.

An old Kugit sat on the top of the tent, his hair gray. Bald and half paralyzed.

Beside him, there sat several young people with puzzled and confused faces.

The young Kugit were strong and tall, and they all looked respectfully at the old Kugit and at the man who was speaking in the center of the tent.

Copernicus.

Copernicus stood in the middle of all.

My head was buzzing, and I could barely make out what Copernicus was saying. He spoke in a mixture of Kugit and Swadiya dialects, and his voice was low and hoarse, and sometimes when he couldn't remember a word, the Kugit would pick him up in twos and threes, and remind him what the Kugit word was.

I took a sip of mare's milk wine, and felt like the gentlest of women, and immediately hugged my head.

A few Kugits looked back at me curiously, looked at my face, and then lowered their heads and exchanged ears, as if to determine something.

The strength of the wine was the humming of the wind, and after the strength of the wine had passed, the words of Copernicus reached my ears.

"There are two kinds of faith in the world. a commitment to repay gratitude, to duty, to bloodline; The other is for wealth, for women, for power. ”

"The world sings the praises of the first faith, but after all these years, how many of you, how many people are willing to actually practice it?"

"Who remembers faith when wealth is depleted? Who remembers the faith when a woman is gone away from herself? Who remembers faith when power no longer serves itself? ”

"Ladies and gentlemen! I want you to know that there are people who will live for such faith! ”

The buzzing voices of the Kugit rang out, and they were only curious, but did not rise up to refute Copernicus's words. What did he say before? Copernicus seems to have been speaking for a while, I don't know what he said before, these Kugits seem to be weighing something, they are all asking each other, consulting with each other, but without exception, these Kugits have serious expressions, as if they are not a bunch of murderous horses, as if they are not a bunch of bandits who go on a killing spree for a few gold coins, as if all the wrong things they have done are now a thing of the past. Today, they are just a group of apprentices who listen carefully with respect.

Not only for this faith, but also for the righteousness that all people can live with dignity, and for the righteousness of punishing wrongs and singing the praises of good deeds! Ladies and gentlemen, you must know that there will always be people in the world who live for their ideals! ”

"I believe in God, and you worship the Eternal Heaven. There is hostility and prejudice from one world to another, but today, I want to tell you that there are always many things. It is beyond faith! ”

"You beg the Immortal Heaven for the prosperity of the herd, will the Immortal Heaven directly give you a large herd of cattle, sheep and horses? No! But the Immortal Heaven will give you the courage to protect the herd, the patience to reproduce the herd, and the wisdom to identify the pasture. ”

"You beg the Immortal Heaven to fight quickly, will the Immortal Heaven directly give you a warrior's body? No! But the Immortal Heaven will give you the hands to hold the sword, the perseverance to practice fighting all day long, and the fearless mind of a man! ”

"You beg for a love from Changshengtian, will Changshengtian directly give you the favor of a girl? No! But the Immortal Heaven will give you a gentle heart, the desire to fight for love, and the bitterness and torture that you must go through from a boy to a man! ”

"The Immortal Heaven will not directly give you what you desire. However, the Immortal Heaven will always give you a chance, a chance to fulfill your wishes! Some people have herds of cattle and sheep, and some people have empty pens; Some people are brave, some people are cowardly; Someone captures love. Someone is captured by love. Why is that? It's just that some people responded to the favor of the immortal heaven and seized such an opportunity with blood and sweat, and some people finally became numb and sat at home waiting for everything to come to their door. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! ”

"You may think I'm talking nonsense, but I want you to know that this is an infinite blessing from the Immortal Heaven for you!"

"Some of you are asking, why do I talk about faith? Before talking about faithfulness. I'm going to tell you a story about the past, a story about the Kugit people. ”

"There was a young girl."

"If you have grown up in a poor Kugit tribe, you should know how cruel this world is to a young girl, to a Kugit girl."

"She died, and it had nothing to do with anyone; She's alive. Nor will it receive mercy from anyone. ”

"When this girl died, I don't know how old she was, seven years old? Or an eight-year-old? ”

"Darkness is the girl's destiny. But before embracing this darkness, no one can deny that there is a knight. selflessly gave her a little bit of light. ”

"How precious is mercy? It's actually worthless, but for those who have never experienced it, it's the sweetest delicacy in the world. The knight protects the girl, the Kugit girl she has never met. Maybe it's just a bowl of soup, maybe it's just a few words of comfort, maybe it's just a promise, maybe it's just a wedding dress. The light shone only for a moment in the life of this girl named Rhine, and then ended with her death. ”

"It doesn't mean anything, but it means everything."

"A relative of the Rhine, the brave warrior you can see."

Everyone turned their heads to look at the Kugit who sat on the highest place, half of his face stiff and expressionless, but the other half was full of emotion with excitement, and his tears flowed like water like Copernicus when he was alone in battle.

"He promised, he promised a young knight that all kindness would be rewarded."

"This is noble faith, and the immortal heaven is clear."

"Now, Immortal Heaven has come to your protection with the only remaining blood of this knight, to the protection of the Kujits, just as a frightened little girl came to the protection of a young knight."

"Kujits, I ask you to fulfill this promise: whenever you come to the steppe, there will be three hundred swords to fight for you!"

"If you fulfill your promise, Immortal Heaven will never fail you."

Copernicus's voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be unable to make a sound, but he still did everything he could to support himself, "Now the daughter of a chieftain, with noble Qugit blood. If you follow her back to the grassland and become the claws of an eagle, then all the previous sins will be written off. Your family members who dare not meet will no longer be afraid; Your wandering fate will have a bright future from now on; Your precarious safety will be as peaceful as a rock from now on. ”

"The Immortal Heaven will never give these things directly to you, it will only give you a chance to obtain these things: that is, to fulfill your promise!"

As Copernicus spoke, more and more Kugit were gathered outside the tent, former bankrupt herders, deserters who did not dare to return home, warriors who avoided vendettas. They were silent and listened quietly.

The flames in the tent were bright, and everyone's face was burning like fire; The moonlight outside the tent was like frost, and everyone's faces were as calm as water.

"Timmy," Copernicus pointed to me, "this is the blood of that knight, and now, this family needs the help of the Kujits!" ”

He motioned for me to come over.

I trembled and walked over as if I were approaching a sage.

He handed me an old red wedding dress and told me to unfold it.

In the midst of the gaze of all the Kujits, I raised it, and the red robe was like a banner waving out.

This flag connects a past many years ago, a story of the Kugit people.

I lifted it as if it were my family's honor.

"There are two kinds of faith in the world, the Qujits, which one do you want! Please answer me! ”

Copernicus's voice was the only voice in the world among the silent Kujits.

"Kujiit! Repay the favor! ”

After a moment of silence, hundreds of swords were unsheathed, and all the Kugit were shouting a word that had been darkened in the world.

"Repay the favor! Gratitude! Gratitude! ”

I know that this is the return of the Kugit people.

This is also the Rhine, a small return of gratitude.

ps：

Thank you to all the book friends who have recently rewarded me, thank you for your support, it is the greatest affirmation of my writing. I would also like to thank the editor for his great recommendation, and thank you for the encouragement you gave me immediately when I reverted. Thank you all!