Before the wolves arrived, the Qiang boy crawled ashore wet and bloody, with a knife wound on his back, from his shoulder to his waist, soaked in the cold river water, and the already hideous wound rolled out a circle of whitish dead flesh, which became more and more terrifying.

He lay motionless on the shore and watched as the wolves swung down on the other side of the river, gnawing at the bones of his father, his brother, his sister, his friend's......

After a while, he reluctantly sat up, took out a round and white stone from his arms, held it in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes, and said in his heart: "The stone god bless me to live." ”

Not far away, the horse rushed over with the Qiang people who lived nearby, carrying a big bow and a scimitar at his belt, and did not rush close to the wolves.

"Zel!"

"Zell is there!"

They crossed the river on horseback, helped Zell up, and hurriedly took out herbs and put them on him, and poured much liquor into his mouth.

Zell woke up with a cough, and suddenly there was a heartache behind him, knowing that it was the people who were medicating him, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and when the wound was covered with herbs, he put on a leather robe, spread his braids, and looked at the other side sadly.

Spring is bright and cloudless, wolves feast, goshawks hovering between heaven and earth, making high-pitched calls.

He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles "clucked", his eyes were red, tears flowed down his face, and he howled at the riverbank: "Father! ”

The young man's breathless cry tore through the peace, startling the eagle, and the frightened wolves dispersed for a moment, but soon gathered again.

He knelt on the ground, leaned down, palmed up, kissed the white stone in his hand, and whispered: "My relatives, my friends, I will avenge you!" ”

Then, he looked gloomily in the direction where Mo Lingfeng had left, thinking that those eyes were so beautiful, and when he looked down on his horse, he looked like the wings of a phoenix, shining and majestic.

Take those eyes and worship your father and brother!

Mo Lingfeng casually left behind the Qiang man who rolled into the river and fled like he had abandoned Baishi.

She is not majestic, on the contrary, she is very embarrassed.

The sheep were obedient and followed on their own, but the captured horses were disobedient and always spread their hooves and ran wildly, and there were no master horsemen in the ranks, only low-level pursuit and reprimand, which scattered the horses more and more.

A big man who was born as a sheep herder tried to herd sheep and herd nearly 600 good horses together, but almost trampled the horses to death.

A group of people were miserable, Mo Lingfeng gritted his teeth and slapped the buttocks of one of the green horses, and the green horses were in pain and rushed forward along the road.

Most of the horses were such competitive young horses, and when they saw one of them taking the lead, they all raised their heads and neighed and raised their hooves to chase after them.

Mo Lingfeng also pinched the horse's belly hard: "Drive!" ”

She has good riding skills, and she can ride in the dust when she is caught in the herd of horses, except for Yin Nan who chases Mo Lingfeng in the horse farm all the year round, and can also follow Mo Lingfeng, the rest of the people can only catch up, and they can only eat ashes.

The horses were so great that they ran almost madly, and some of the horses tripped and fell to the ground, and the horses did not know how to avoid them, and they stepped straight into a puddle of soft meat, and ran straight from dawn to noon, and the horses slowed down.

Mo Lingfeng, who was in the herd of horses, also tightened the reins, panting slowly on the horse's back, his throat was like a fire, he took a few sips of the water bladder, and saw that the horses were docile and no longer wild, so he let the nomadic Qing lead the people in all directions and drove the horses all the way back to Sanchuan Village.

Today's weather is good, there is no wind and sand, the archers in the Sanchuan village stand on the head of the fort, and they saw the horses coming to the village from a distance, and hurriedly went to spread the news, and when they got closer, they saw Mo Lingfeng on the horse.

Mo Lingfeng was small, but the gold collar around his neck made the sun shine in the daylight, and it immediately seemed to be as dazzling as if it had melted, and if he got closer, he could see that every soldier's horse had a human head hanging on it.

"It's Jin Yu! They killed the Golden Captives! There are dozens of one, two! ”

"They captured the horses!"

"And the flock!"

Sanchuan Village, which was originally silent, was in an uproar.

The five commanders stood in front of the gate of the village with Chong Jiaqing in their arms, and saw that the elite soldiers immediately untied the heads and piled them together, their faces were full of color, only Nomad Muqing's hands were empty, and he was very embarrassed.

"Good!" The farmer was overjoyed, let out a half breath of birdishness, stretched out his hand and pointed to the wooden pole that was still standing in the sand, "Hang it up for Lao Tzu!" Tell those bitches to take a look, those who dare to kill us, we will kill us a hundred times over! ”

He looked at the good horses again, and ordered the people in the camp to go to their aid at once, and find a way to settle them behind the stockade, so that not a single one could be taken, for such good horses are priceless in wartime.

Mo Lingfeng turned over and dismounted, spread his legs, and walked up the stone steps with bared teeth—he rode so fast that the two pieces of tender flesh on his inner thighs were worn out.

She walked all the way to Chong Jiaqing, tilted her head and said, "General Chong, don't forget what you promised me." ”

Chong Jiaqing was in a good mood and smiled: "I can't forget!" However, to cut people's heads, you can't just cut off middle-aged men, you have to learn from Jin Yu and catch them all, otherwise you will be left alive and will have endless troubles! ”

Mo Lingfeng thought deeply and nodded.

Chong Jiaqing raised his slap and wanted to pat Mo Lingfeng on the shoulder, but when he looked down, Mo Lingfeng was small and small, and he was afraid that he would directly slap Mo Lingfeng if he slapped him, so he accepted the slap and praised her ingeniously: "You are not a little small, but the harvest is not small!" ”

Mo Lingfeng couldn't refute because he really didn't grow much, so he could only put a small face on the floor of the old-fashioned sideways to show that he didn't care, and limped into the stables to rest, but the stables had no place for them.

Fortunately, Feng Fan had already learned that this team of strong soldiers was going to be included in his own battalion, and his face was full of smiles, and he pulled out the best place for Mo Lingfeng and the others to live in.

Mo Lingfeng occupied a room alone, crossed the threshold, saw that there were doors, windows, tables and chairs, he was very satisfied, sat down, leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and tilted his head, stretched his legs, and waited to eat mutton, while secretly thinking: "Why don't I grow?" ”

She grew very slowly, until she was twenty-five years old, when she was thirteen, she really began to grow taller, and she grew very fast, changing almost every month, her clothes changed every month, the skin on her knees, thighs, and back seemed to be stretched, and she often felt bone pain.

She suddenly jumped from a thin and childish little girl to a slender and beautiful little girl.

However, in the eyes of Yin Nan, Nomad Qing and others, Mo Lingfeng has not changed much, because she has not grown bulging breasts and buttocks, and in a group of big men, she is still a little chick.

And during the Battle of Sanchuanzhai, she was the head of the capital, and now, she is still the head of the capital, and there is really no change.