Chapter 1: The Eleventh Year of Chongzhen
A man, a horse, a pot of old wine brewed in the village, a spear without any decoration, glowing with a cold cold light in the winter night of Funiu Mountain.
The man standing on the high post silently rubbed the blood stains dripping from the tip of the spear on the soles of his boots, and looked down at the ragged men and horses at his feet serenely, until he watched the people gradually disappear into the dark night, and then he rode down the high slope and slowly hurried up.
Midnight on the third day of the first month of the 11th year of Chongzhen; in western Henan, in the Funiu Mountains.
At the beginning of the hour, the starry night sky suddenly fell heavily without warning, and in a short time, the post roads in the Funiu Mountains that had fallen into disrepair, between the rugged mountain roads, and the treetops on both sides of the road, were uniformly dyed a luxurious silver-white. In this chaotic world where heaven and earth are unified, in addition to the snowflakes dancing in the sky and the wanton roaring wind, even a foraging gopher is difficult to find.
And in a deserted mountain road, at this time there is a group of beggars in tattered clothes, riding on a variety of horses, mules, and donkeys, trudging to the depths of Funiu Mountain.
If you walk into some and take a closer look at this small army in ragged and strange shapes, you will find that these beggars are riding horses, The beggars who marched in the snowstorm were very poor in ornamentation and in spirit, but the expressions in their eyes or in the middle of their eyes showed the same firmness; they had marched for a long time in the mountains in the wind and snow, and there was not a single person in this unsightly procession who made an extra sound, and each of them had exhaustion written on their faces, and a few of them who were riding on mules had already dozed off as they walked。
In this snow-covered world, such a strange-looking team suddenly appeared, which is already out of the imagination of ordinary people, but when you look more closely, you will be surprised to find that in front of this team, there is a blonde man with a height of two meters and twenty-six.
This huge blond man, who was not afraid of the wind and snow, had a lion-like messy hair, and swayed in the wind like fluffy grass in the dance of the wind; on this man's body, he wore a number one sheepskin coat that was at least enough for three people, and the giant-shaped coat on his body was just very casually tied in a knot at his shoulder with a strap, and a long bundle of heart guard hair bloomed wantonly in the night sky of the eleventh year of Chongzhen.
Extremely incommensurate with his majestic physique, in his hand was a super small, bright red mandarin duck playing in the water, this blonde man was braving the heavy snow, majestically walking in the second place of the team.
In front of him was a bearded cavalryman, whose lush beard covered almost three or nine percent of his cheeks, making it impossible to tell the exact age of the cavalry......man; On both sides of this extremely characterful bronze helmet, two clusters of finger-like white copper ear guards are erected, as for how this person's outfit should be described, it seems that it can only rely entirely on brain supplement.
If God had looked at it from his own perspective, he would have judged that this guy with a long copper needle on his head was not a good thing, and if he looked at it from the perspective of a three-Michelin-starred chef, he looked like a bowl of braised lion's head with rich contents inside a bronze bell.
If the bronze helmet covering the head of this cavalryman against the sky, he was also wearing an old sheepskin cloak that was the most popular in the military of that era, but from the appearance, the original color of this cloak could no longer be judged.
It is said that God's judgment should usually be the most correct, and the contrast between this man's expression and the marching beggar team is very great, and it can even be judged that he is a lewd man, as for how obscene he is, it is not because of his appearance or because of his own outrageous deeds; And his big eyes, which are constantly dripping around, do not seem to be too much to say that he is a rather superb lewd man in this age of indecent disrespect.
It may be that the reason for the overgrowth of the beard of this alien is not only the hungry and coerced people who have joined the team, but also the poles, mountain bandits, and yeoman farmers who have always dealt with this team, as well as the landlords and rich families who have broken their villages, and the exact age cannot be retrieved from his face;
The cavalryman at the head of the whole group was obviously the leader of this strong-willed group of beggars, but the wandering of his flickering gaze from time to time betrayed him mercilessly, and he was almost out of place for the whole group.
Judging from the black steed he was riding, this divine steed's war horse was obviously fatter and stronger than the other horses in the team, and even the black steed's mane was meticulously combed, and even mixed with some four or six small deviations of literary and artistic fan;
In the cold wind, the blonde man of 2.26 meters walked quickly without touching the ground while carrying his bright red banner of mandarin ducks playing in the water with ease, and stared intently at the every move of the cavalry in front of him with his big bun-sized eyes. Obviously, it was the scene not long ago that frightened him, it was almost the most serious dereliction of duty in his life as a personal general and flag officer, and he didn't want his master to encounter the danger that happened in the dark again......
The wandering horseman was sitting on his tall black horse, which was very literary and artistic. At this moment, he seemed to feel the blazing gaze in the eyes of the blonde man behind him, or maybe he was just itching his skin, only to see the cavalryman at the front of the team twist his overly bloated body uneasily, and twisted it repeatedly for a long time, before a small hand of indistinguishable color poked out from the gap in the cloak, it seemed that the owner of the hand obviously knew the condition of his face, and he reached to his mouth with this hand that was shivering in the cold wind, and forcibly pulled a gap the size of a mouth from the beard that had formed a rime。
"Dad, please don't use my hands!" a reluctant Tong Yin shouted aggrievedly from the bloated body of the cavalryman.
In the reckless snowy night, I saw this cavalryman with wandering eyes, let out a long sigh, followed by an earth-shattering sneeze, and then the howling cold wind paused obviously at this moment, and the night sky seemed to tremble with it, and the bright stars also blinked their innocent eyes at the same time......
The cavalryman didn't pay any attention to all this, but in his eyes that suddenly opened after sneezing, he could vaguely see the frustration that this person inadvertently revealed.