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In the third year of Xuanwu in the Han calendar, on the ninth day of the seventh month, the Mengluo Empire was in the sphere of influence of the White Banner, and there were hundreds of people gathered in a tribe......

The peculiar dull sound of the horse-head violin echoed melodiously over the tribe.

A young and strong man of different races, armed with a butcher's knife, excitedly rounded up the sheep out of the cage in groups of three or five.

The young interracial girl, dressed in a thin fur and holding a freshly filled mare's milk tub, watched with a smile on her face as several twelve or thirteen-year-olds practiced wrestling not far away on a dusty blanket.

The women and children were busy cooking, only to see them put a lump of clotted barley noodles in their hands on a hot iron plate, watching it gradually turn white and yellow, they couldn't help wiping the sweat on their faces, raised their eyes to look at the scene in the tribe, and showed a happy expression.

As for the elderly, they sit in the felt bag, or sew clothes, or smoke a cigarette, enjoying the tranquility comfortably.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep, what a beautiful picture, maybe this is the life that the grassland tribe should have, right?

The patriarch's name was Monto, and he was now standing in front of the wooden fence that surrounded the tribe with a rough wooden cane, his eyes fixed on the empty horizon in the distance......

At this time, a man of different races in his thirties stood respectfully beside Monto and said loudly: "Patriarch, everything is ready, what are you looking at?" ”

Montto sighed and said: "Under the Xuanwu Pass, the Holy Emperor's army and the southerners are inseparable from the battle under the Xuanwu Pass City, and I don't know what the situation is now, I am really uneasy in my heart......

When the alien man heard this, he grinned: "What should I do?" We Monroe people are born warriors, and under the leadership of the Holy Emperor, we have conquered countless countries,

How could that weak group of Han Chinese in the south be our opponent of the Monroe? What's more, the Holy Emperor will be able to win the battle in person! ”

Meng Tuo was not as optimistic as the alien man, and after hearing this, he shook his head and said, "If the Han people in the south were really so easy to defeat, the Holy Emperor would not have been able to break through the battle for several months.

I heard that the emperor of the Central Plains Dynasty in the south was also born in the military, and after ten years of rolling and climbing, he ended the decaying Great Zhou Dynasty, and the new kingdom was stronger than ever before in the Central Plains.

I'm afraid that the Holy Emperor's war will be unfavorable and if he returns, the winter of our grassland will be extremely difficult! ”

"No, it won't!" The alien man said categorically, "Mengluo Iron Rider is invincible in the world, and the Holy Emperor has tightly united the divided grassland tribes.

We Mengluo people are born to be the descendants of wolves, how can the pampered sheep in the Central Plains compete with wolves? After the Holy Emperor entered the Central Plains,

It will be able to reduce all the Han people who dare to provoke the majesty of the wolf to the lowest slaves, the men will be slaves for life, and the women can only become the containers for the reproduction of wolf offspring.

As long as the Holy Emperor wins this battle, we Monluo people will be able to live in warm tiled houses, and we will no longer have to endure the cold winter of the grassland.

Don't worry about the lack of prosperity, patriarch, you must not question the Holy Emperor, I believe that the Holy Emperor will definitely win this battle! ”

"I hope so......," Monto heard this, his uneasiness dissipated a lot, and he said with a smile, "Well, today is a good day for my daughter's marriage, and according to the customs of my grassland, all those who come to participate in the marriage must get drunk and rest!" ”

The alien man laughed innocently, and couldn't help but praise: "Sangmu is the most beautiful mountain swallow in our tribe, and now she is going to get married, which is really reluctant, and I am afraid that I will never hear her beautiful singing voice in the future." ”

Monto replied proudly: "Yuu, don't blame me for refusing to marry Sangmu to you, I am such a daughter, she can only marry a heroic warrior,

And with three tiger skins, two pairs of bear paws and four pairs of deer antlers, Nintz proved that he could protect Sangmu, and for her happiness, I could only entrust her life to Nintz. ”

The alien man named Jiewu nodded and said, "Patriarch, you must not say that, although I do love Sangmu deeply,

But a beautiful woman like her deserves a heroic man like Ningtz, and I also admire Ningtz from the bottom of my heart, so how can I blame you? ”

Monto nodded with satisfaction: "It's great that you can think so, the ceremony is about to begin, you can come with me." ”

"Yes, Patriarch......"

When Montor came to the central square of the tribe, he squeezed through the crowd and stopped in front of a white sheep felt, and quietly watched two well-dressed female slaves, holding an alien girl dressed in a wedding dress unique to the national atmosphere of the grassland, slowly walking towards him.

The girl's name is Sangmu, the daughter of the patriarch Monto, who has just turned sixteen this year.

Looking at his aging father in front of him, and thinking that he was about to leave the tribe that raised him and go to live in another strange place, Sang Mu was also very reluctant.

However, there is another tribe that she has to rely on for life, and her husband, who is the strongest warrior there, will surely bring happiness to herself.

At the beginning of the ceremony, Sang Mu obediently knelt before her father, accepted the most faithful prayers of Montto and her relatives, and as a white hada wrapped around her neck, and wet her eyebrows with three holy waters, she knew that she was about to be separated from her father.

"When you get there, remember that everything must be instructed by your husband, and add a few more people to your husband's family, this is your responsibility as a wife, I hope you will remember it."

"Got it, Father!"

Montto picked up the mulberry tree, looked at the daughter who was dressed like water, and nodded with satisfaction.

At the end of the ceremony, the surrounding men, women and children gathered around the sheep felt to sing and dance, pushing the atmosphere to a new peak.

Montto sighed, feeling an unusually sore waist, perhaps because he had been standing for too long.

So with the support of Jiewu, he sat down in front of the felt carpet belonging to the patriarch, and when he was about to get the silver cup full of mare's milk wine, his brows frowned.

For he saw that the wine in the silver cup was shaking violently......

Monto, who lives in the grassland all year round, is particularly sensitive to any wind and grass, and immediately called Jiewu: "Jiewu, go out and see if there are herdsmen herding horses outside, and if so, tell them to drive the horses back to the stables." ”

"Okay, Patriarch!"

Jiewu received the order, and quickly ran to the tribe Lanshan to look out.

"Hiss~~"

When Jiewu saw the black line emerging on the horizon not far away, he immediately gasped, and when the black line got closer, his eyes suddenly opened round.

Cavalry, all cavalry!

Of course, if the cavalry alone wasn't enough to shock Yuu, what really surprised him was the blood-colored banner that was the first in the cavalry group......

Printed with a pitch-black "Han" character!

"Han ...... Han Army...... The Han army is coming! Alert! The Han army is coming! Alert! ”

Coming back to his senses, he shouted loudly while running and shouting desperately, quickly spreading the atmosphere of fear and despair to every corner of the tribe.