There are clouds in the history books.

The sky gathers the four fields, and the Great Qi Incident changes.

In the desert, tens of thousands of refugees from the Western Regions could not bear the oppression of the court bureaucrats of Qi State, and rose up one after another to overthrow their forces.

Reading it this way, people after tea and dinner talk about it, like a story of the Spring Palace.

And the Qi country at this time.

Xijing.

The riot was like a lit spark that fell on the vast grassland.

To be precise, it is not a grassland, like a group of dry firewood and weeds that cannot be seen, and the sparks fall silently, but it indicates a sea of fire that can shake the earth.

The flame gradually rose, and the heavens watched quietly with compassionate eyes, and did not reach out to send a heavy rain to extinguish it, but allowed it to continue to devour and burn.

The riots of the people of the Western Regions have been going on for several days and nights, and at first, they guarded the westernmost part of the official road in the city of Xijingzhou, using it as a boundary, not taking half a step back, meaning to guard the last home they relied on for survival.

The war horses of the Qi army strode into the crowd of the Western Regions, breaking up the walls of people that had surrounded them again and again.

The knife fell in his hand, bringing up a cluster of blood flowers.

On the low rooftops and shacks around the streets, the crossbowmen of the Qi army lay on their stomachs. The arrows on their backs were filled with sharp feathered arrows. In front of the crowd, you don't need to aim, you just need to repeat the action of opening the bow and arrows.

The screams of the people of the Western Regions came and went, and one after another the stout bodies fell. The burly man of the Western Regions roared in the crowd, covered in blood, like a fearless beast.

The big knives in their hands weighed more than a dozen pounds, and they slashed and slashed. The blade slashed through the horse's fat belly, sharpening the iron like clay, and the soldiers on horseback fell down, and soon their flesh was cut to a blur of flesh.

But the people of the Western Regions are still weak. Their formations were broken again and again, and they had to retreat repeatedly. The corpses on the entire official road were stacked layer by layer, and they looked shocking.

The Qi army couldn't believe that the people of the Western Regions, who were weak in the past, had such monstrous courage to dare to contend with their war horses and official swords at this time, and they were also enraged. The soldiers grabbed the reins and rushed into the shacks where the Westerners lived, slashing and slashing every Westerner they saw.

Many people from the Western Regions began to disperse, rushed into the winding and complicated alleys, fled in all directions, and began to hide from the Qi army.

It's like hell on earth, and everyone has a catastrophe on their heads. With a frightened look, the women, children and old people in the Western Regions hurried to pick up the valuable things at home - about a dozen taels of silver, carrying a baby who had just been full moon, hiding in the garbage heap in the alley, behind the stone wall and in the simple tunnel.

Occasionally, a few young and strong Westerners would burst out of an inconspicuous shack and swing their machetes at the horses of the Qi soldiers. But the effect was very small, and basically the best result was just one for one, and many people in the Western Regions were shot through the head by a crossbowman with an arrow just after they came up.

Mr. Gao stayed at the easternmost end of the official road, surrounded by layers of escorts. As the highest-ranking commander on the front line, he did not dare to leave his post without permission, but now, he also felt that the situation was vaguely out of control. After sending a soldier back to Chang'an to report to Qi'an, he stayed here and issued the highest order - all the people of the Western Regions in Xijing should be killed until His Royal Highness the Crown Prince issued a new order.

Almost all of the Praetorian Guards arrived here, and they were well equipped to face most of the unarmed Westerners, as if it were a massacre.

The inn where Han Luyao and Shen Mengxi temporarily lived was the reactionary position of the people in the Western Regions, and it was their long-hidden base camp.

On the third day of the reveal, the riots in the streets gradually subsided, and they were not as in full swing as they had been at the beginning. The formation of the people of the Western Regions had been completely overwhelmed, and only a few people outside were hiding in the streets and alleys, launching suicide attacks on the Qi soldiers along the way.

At this moment, in the inn, the doors and windows are locked. There were a few candles lit in the swarthy lobby. It was already late at night outside, but it had not calmed down, and the sound of horses' hooves and roars of Qi soldiers was constantly heard in the distance, mixed with the barking of wild dogs.

The lobby was crowded with people in the dark, and there was a dead silence.

Most of them were sturdy men from the Western Regions, with tattoos on their broad shoulders with fangs and claws, and the patterns varied, like jumping flames. They were all silent, their eyes confused and hollow. All around was faint panting.

In the center of the lobby is a wooden table with a bright kerosene lamp on it. Behind the lamp, sat the old woman with gray hair and a wrinkled and skinny face, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.

The old woman sat behind the table, her eyes closed, as if she was asleep, as if she was waiting for something.

There was silence in the lobby for a long time, until the door of the inn slowly opened, and a dull creak broke the peace.

In an instant, all the men in the Western Regions turned their heads one after another, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the door. A man from the Western Regions who was unusually tall and staggered into the lobby with another person, and when the people at the door saw it, they hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

The man who was being driven was covered in blood, his left arm was empty, still oozing blood, and the huge wound was blackened. His head hung weakly, and he looked dying.

That tall man from the Western Regions was the leader of the rebel team in the Western Regions. He handed the dying wounded man to the man next to him, slowly raised his head, and glanced around the circle of people standing in the hall.

All eyes were on him, with a hint of hope and anticipation in their eyes.

The leader's eyes were unusually resolute, and although he was gray-headed and had chilling blood on his face, it still seemed to glow.

He walked towards the old woman in the center of the hall, his steps firm, and the crowd automatically made way for him. In a few moments he came to the old woman, and the dim candlelight shone on his rock-sharp face.

"Grandma, I'm back. The leader whispered to the old woman in the Western Regions, his voice soaked in the wind and sand.

The old woman was silent for a long time under the leader's fiery eyes, and then whispered a dreamlike voice and said, "Outside...... How many more children are there?"

The leader was stunned for a moment, did not answer, took a step back, and knelt on one knee in front of the old woman.

"Grandma, Ella's children...... Returning to the place where they came......" the leader whispered, "they are far from the misery of the world...... Bathed in the rain bestowed by Ella, watching us from heaven......"

The crowd behind the leader followed his movements and knelt down in front of the old woman, without making any extra sound, but the floor of the inn seemed to tremble.

The old woman slowly raised her heavy eyelids, and in front of her was a crowd of black people who were kneeling down.

Her eyes looked at the wounded man in the dark corner of the doorway, the emaciated man from the Western Regions had stopped moving at this time, lying on a table, the wound on his severed arm was still gushing black blood, and the people around him had nothing to do but watch as his breathing gradually weakened.

The old woman's eyes were full of vicissitudes and pity, and she slowly spoke: "That child...... Only sixteen years old, his mother's name was Shatuma, and his father's name was Raben, and Raben was a very reliable man, and he could strike iron......"

The old woman babbled, in a small voice, but loud in the silent hall.

"His name is Albento...... When he was young, he liked to run around the streets, running so fast that several adults couldn't catch up with him, and he was very ......naughty," the old woman said, "his eyes were very beautiful, and he was very ...... quirky."

As she spoke, her words stopped abruptly, turned her head to look at the leader, and said, "Where is his father?"

The leader did not look up, and his low voice was as loud as a bronze bell, and said, "Grandma, Laben is dead." ”

The old woman's shriveled face drooped, and after a while, she spoke to the chief: "Nilto, they are not only Ella's children, but also your children, and my children. ”

"Grandma. "This battle is our first rebellion against the people of the Central Plains, a holy war against these blasphemers of Ella, and a holy war to overthrow the mountain that weighs on us, Grandma...... We have no choice in this battle, for the sake of the future of our people, for the sake of thousands of children, we ...... Sacrifice must be made. ”

The old woman closed her eyes again, frowned, and said, "Ella can't bear to see her children die like this. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Abunto, who was lying unconscious on the table, suddenly trembled and struggled, threw out a mouthful of blood from his neck, and then slammed his head on the table, crooked to the side, completely out of breath.

Grandma's brow tightened, her lips squirmed, and she began to pray for him, over.

Nierto listened to her prayer silently for a while, then raised his head and said to her, "Grandma, we have contacted the bandits outside, they came back to help us, we are not alone. Those Central Plains people will usher in their retribution. ”

Grandma didn't answer him, just kept praying and shook her head gently.

"Grandma, we have no choice, we have no way out. "I know you don't want to see more of us die, but in order for millions of children to be oppressed in the future, we must pave a way with our corpses." Grandma rest assured, if one day the knife of the Central Plains is on my chest, I will definitely let him see that Ella's child's heart is as hard as iron. ”

With that, he stood up.

"Grandma, please pray for us, and tell Ella that her children are grown up to shelter her from the elements, and that every man can take on the responsibility of guarding her. Nilto said with a throbbing sound.

The crowd behind him also stood up, their eyes shining with a determined edge.

The old woman still did not answer him, and two lines of muddy tears slid down the furrows on her cheeks.

Nierto turned around, faced the crowd, and said, "Tomorrow, the bandits outside Xijing will come in, everyone prepare at night, and tomorrow morning, we will start the holy war." The occupation of Xijing was our first goal. ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes as well.

"Far away, merciful Ella. We are all your children and are willing to fight for our freedom under your protection. Nilto said word for word.

"Ella!" everyone let out a low cry, and even the ceiling of the inn began to tremble.