Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 6: Leopard Soul One

"The front is the northern capital, the common hometown of grassland people, the center of heaven and earth. Soon, it will belong to the Maharaja."

"What did you call me?"

"Majesty. After Guoleer Pasur, except for the descendant of the wolf god, the noble Menglehuoer Uerhan, who else can sit on the throne of the grassland lord?"

"Goler Pasur...do you know my dear son-in-law?"

"Not only did I know each other, I once drank with the late Qingyang Maharaja in his golden tent, performed spells to save his youngest son, and even traveled thousands of miles to present him with a letter from the Eastern Lu emperor. He is a majestic and dignified king."

"Shan Bikong, don't you Donglu people know the shame of betraying your faith? How could you say so calmly in front of me that you used to be my son-in-law's friend, but what about you now? The letter came to me, saying that you are willing to respect me as the majesty of the grassland."

"We are not ashamed, we just follow God's will, we are God's messengers."

"That's just the **** of you Donglu people."

"Is there a big difference between the gods of the Donglu people and the grassland people?"

"Your gods are high above you, and your people carved stars in gold and silver and embedded them on the domes of your temples as symbols of these gods. People knelt down to worship, burned incense wood and offered gifts, begging them Bless yourself. And our God, he has the head of a wolf, the back of a bear, the feet of a pair of yak's hooves, and the wings of an eagle on his back. The sword of life is slowly rotating in the sky. Every time he rotates, the world is born and destroyed. Even if some grazing idiots offer blood sacrifices, even if they offer newborn babies to beg, he will not be moved. Slowly spinning there, one day, everyone will be killed."

"Unexpectedly, the wolf lord still knows the customs of East China, but I also heard that King Xun ordered the seven tribes of the barbarians to admit that they are the descendants of the Pantar God, and they have become brothers for generations. In the eyes of the wolf lord, Pantar Is the Tartar God so cruel?"

"It's not cruel, but gods are gods, and people are people." Among the two old men who were talking, the wolf master suddenly raised his finger to the sky, his voice hoarse, "I'm not stupid enough to beg for something that has nothing to do with me." What. Like do you care about the wild animals you hunt? If you don’t care, then why does God care about people’s lives?”

"Before I came here, I heard that the wolf lord was brutal and ferocious, like a devil, but now it seems that those mediocre people may not be as many as the wolf lord thought?" Another old man laughed softly, "But The wolf lord also underestimated us, I dare not say that I know what kind of gods are in the hearts of grassland people, but the gods enshrined by Donglu people also have **** sacrifices in their mouths, and they are indifferent."

"I don't understand this."

"The wolf master is a hero of the grassland, not a member of our Chenyue sect, so you don't need to understand this."

"Tell me, what do you need in return for helping us? I can give you everything on the grassland, but the land and the dignity of the descendants of the wolf **** are not included."

"We don't want anything, we just need the wolf lord to win and take down the northern capital. I can tell the truth, if the old majesty can live another twenty years, we may not turn to cooperate with the wolf lord. It's a pity that he died too early , and he is still a weak person in his heart.”

"I heard that Chenyue's envoys only need war?"

"Not necessarily, but we need war now."

"My son Hudulu Khan said that you are as annoying as the flies buzzing around the dead yak carcass, and I think he is right."

"I don't object to that."

The wolf master turned his head and glanced coldly at Shan Bikong, his eyes were black and red, not like human pupils: "But my son-in-law is not what you think, he is a terrible enemy If I hadn't underestimated him, I would have been the owner of the grassland more than 20 years ago, and I wouldn't have become what I am now."

Riding on a black steed, Shan Bikong, who was covered in a black cloak, did not dodge such terrifying gazes. He turned around and looked at the wolf lord opposite. What kind of old man is this? His whole face is buried in the thick beard, which seems to have not been trimmed for decades, and his body is wrapped in untanned sheepskin. The only thing exposed is one arm, the stripes A heavy black battle ax was carried in the full totem's hand. Not an inch of his skin was smooth, it was full of scars and wrinkles that seemed to be carved inside, his complexion was pale and full of dirt. He straddled a giant white wolf whose shoulders were as tall as a war horse. It was as burly as a bear, and the hair on the wolf's neck was as long as a horse's mane. Its unique blood-red eyes stared motionlessly at the south, the small city under the sky.

The two looked at each other, and then looked away.

"Speed ​​up the march, you can reach the city in just one day, right?" Shan Bikong said.

"No, we'll wait here. No one will help the Pasur family on the grassland today. Let those fragile children curl up in panic in the northern capital city. They are desperately sharpening their knives and feeding their food. The war horses are waiting for us to appear outside the city. Then we will slow down, and then slow down. Every day they don’t see us, they will be impatient. I know they can’t bear it anymore. Fear and waiting will grind young people into timidity lemmings."

Shan Bikong nodded: "Lord Wolf is really knowledgeable about attacking the mind."

"I don't know how to attack the heart, I don't even understand the letter of war. But I understand the hardships of the past twenty years, and I want to repay the sons of Guo Leer bit by bit."

Then he laughed, and the wrinkles on his face twisted like those of dead wood: "However, my heart is also very anxious. My grandchildren, the grandchildren I have never met, let me see Let's see if you have grown up!"

At this time, looking down from the high ground where they are, it is a flat valley, hundreds of pillars are erected there, and you can't see the edge at a glance, and there are dead soldiers hanging on each pillar corpse. The soldiers with their upper bodies roared loudly, and their giant wolves jumped up with their powerful hind legs, biting the already stiff flesh and bones. The smell of beasts and blood wafted in the air, and the rising sun shone on the giant wolf's back, and its long fur shone like gold.

Shan Bikong watched in silence for a long time, suddenly felt fright passing through the back of his head faintly like a bubble rising from the bottom of the water, he resisted not to move.

[History]

Based on the chronology of East Lu, in the autumn of the fourth year of Emperor Yincheng, the wolves who wandered in the northern wilderness snowfield for more than 20 years came back with a **** wind.

The lord of Shuobei, Louyan Menglehuoer Uerhan, and his white wolf regiment have been avoiding the barren north since they were defeated by the Qingyang tribe. Where is the wolf lord? It is his son Hudulu Khan who replaces Menglehuoer in managing the herdsmen in the northern part of Shuo.

The ice and snow wasteland in the north is an inaccessible place, the endless north wind whirls and roars in the sky, and the land is flat and barren. Half of the year there is covered with ice and snow, and there are only two seasons: warm and cold. In the warm season, there are cold-resistant weeds, and in the cold season, there are only moss lichens on the stones. The long-haired yaks and snow antelope rely on these food Get through the winter. Few herdsmen dared to go deep into that land, but Meng Lehuoer and his warriors, bearing the shame of defeat, plunged into the northern wind and snow and never came back.

The people of the clan speculated that the wolf lord just wanted to find a place to bury himself.

But Meng Lehuoer did not die, he and his more than 3,000 giant wolves, and more than 3,000 warriors on the back of wolves thrived there. People can see him when he occasionally returns to the grassland to plunder, he does not plunder cattle, sheep and horses, Meng Lehuoer does not need it, he just needs women. His beastly warriors would storm a herdsman's stockade overnight, **** all the women, from ten-year-old girls to faltering old women, and ten months later, the humiliated herdsmen When the team ushered in a large number of newborn babies, the warriors riding wolves came back following the scent. They **** all the babies and identify their mothers based on vague memories in order to find their own children. All the men of the herdsmen were killed, because some of these children might have herdsmen's blood, so no possible father could be left behind.

For a woman who has not yet given birth, they sometimes cut open her stomach and dig out the baby, regardless of the life of the mother and the child.

This kind of cruelty is outrageous, so ordinary herdsmen dare not approach the grassland bordering the Northern Wilderness.

People on the grassland are in awe of this old and ferocious wolf master, but there is nothing they can do. Even the maharaja of the northern capital remained silent about this, and never once attacked his father-in-law. Time is passing by slowly, and Meng Lehuo'er is aging slowly like anyone else. Some people have speculated that the mighty wolf lord in the north is actually dead. Live like a robber.

But Mengle Huo'er finally returned, less than a year after the death of Qingyang Maharaja Lu Song Guoleer Pasur.

Before the first snow fell in September, the White Wolf Regiment gathered the Shuobei cavalry led by Hudulu Khan, advanced to the northern capital city, planted the wolf's flag in the ground, and formally declared war on Qingyang.

This war is called the "Leopard Wolf Rebellion" in the history books of Donglu. He wanted to bite off the opponent's throat viciously.

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