Loyal servant

The soldiers who had gathered in the tent to discuss tactics were confused by what I said.

They stood up and yelled at me loudly, some drew out the knives beside them, and some eagerly said something to the leader.

I sat in the middle of them, neither rebutting nor dodging.This is the expected picture, I am very calm.

I have told everyone: I have recovered some memories, including my origin, my military service, and my past enough to make everyone here an enemy.

A tall young soldier blushed urgently, his eyes widened with anger, and the veins around his eyes swelled.He swung his fist and hit me hard on the right side of the face, and my face was missed.

"Stop, Urio!" The leader stood between us.

Wu Liao glanced at the leader.Warriors bowed to one knee, heads bowed, in submission to their leader.

The leader looked around at the crowd without restraining his aura or concealing his protection. "Regardless of Danmu's previous status, he is now my child! A member of the Qiang tribe!"

I was still sitting on the ground, wiping the blood oozing from the right side of my face with the cloth from my cuff.

"Everyone should have already understood that Daliang is shrinking the front line. If you continue to fight, you will soon be defeated. It is time to stop fighting." I finished what I hadn't said.

Everyone was silent, Wuli Ao raised his head and said: "So what! At least let the Liang people suffer. The men of the Qiang people are all brave fighters. The blood wolf will support us in the fight, and we will never back down!"

He pulled out the knife by his side and stuck it in the ground. The black bowl knife made of ox horn shone with dazzling silver light.The other fighters shouted in response.

"With Daliang's real strength, annihilating the Qiang people is only a matter of will."

Pointing to the map in the tent, I took a closer look at the deployment and armaments of the main beam—a big country in the Central Plains with historical accumulation and a nomadic settlement with a small number of people. The strategy and supplies cannot be summed up in terms of vast differences.

"As the general of the Liang people, I know very well that the previous war was just a game for the Liang country. Everything is expected. ——All efforts will eventually lead to one."

Perhaps for fighters, this is too cruel and the blow is too heavy.I didn't turn my head to look, but I could hear roars and murmurs of disbelief.Wu Liao was silent for a long time.

"The Qiang people still have children and women. This is a lost war! ...Stop it." I continued.

The leader looked at me with complicated eyes. He is not a reckless man. He knows the situation of the Qiang people better than anyone else. "Since it is doomed to lose, what can we do if we stop fighting and run away?"

I stood up, eye to eye level.

I said, "What if I have the perfect hiding place?"

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For two whole days, the Qiang camp was busy preparing for departure.

They are nomadic people, living by water and grass, migrating according to the seasons, and don't have much attachment to the land.We put away the tents, tied up the cattle and sheep, prepared enough food, and everything went on in an orderly manner.

In fact, I don't have full confidence to escape Daliang's offensive, but this is already the best choice.

It's time for all the hatred and entanglement to come to an end.From now on, we will not have any contact with Daliang again.The industrious people will live in a corner, perhaps continue to graze, or cultivate their own land.

When the sun rises tomorrow, it's time to leave.

I led the horse and walked slowly around the camp.In the desert in winter, the moon is very big and round.I envy it eternal, bright and clean.

I hum the little tune, savoring the memories.For some reason, all the past memories I recall are related to you.

We have long been changed in unknown storms.

I think we are really separated now.It was my choice, and I have some regrets, but no regrets.

In the dark night, a sharp whistle interrupted my humming.I turned around suddenly, and behind me was the raging fire, lighting up the night sky of the grassland.

Numerous similar images came to mind.I suppressed the trembling of my fingers, got on my horse, and rushed towards the main tent where the leader was.

Daliang's domineering drums were played, and a large number of Daliang soldiers in black armor poured out from all sides.The team leader raised high the red beam flag on a black background, and used words to encourage the soldiers to charge forward.They charged forward on the road illuminated by the fire.

I have never felt that thinking about the accent day and night is so cold and cruel.

I saw them rushing into the tents, and raped the bodies of sleeping Qiang warriors. I saw women crying and begging for mercy, only to die under the hooves of horses.Daliang's killers performed all these calmly. In the blood-red night, they looked like red Asura.

The horse under me raised its front hooves and neighed. I drew out my sword and pointed it at my comrade who was once in the same camp as me.

The blood splashed on my face was the temperature I was familiar with.I saw the person who was slashing at me with a sword one second, lying in front of my horse the next second. What I felt was not the tension and excitement of the battle, but the dull fear.

I went straight to the main tent and suffered several injuries.I am amazed at the wit of the leader, he has summoned the soldiers around him and issued the final order.

He glanced at me, "Yolidanmu, go find Fanta. Then run away, fast!"

The leader put on the wolf king's helmet, held a black knife, and stood at the forefront of the crowd.

He turned his head and said: "May the blood wolf protect you." He took a deep look at me, and rode his horse to lead Wu Liao and other soldiers to the center of the battle.

In the burning camp, the figure of this man running towards the red flames is infinitely solemn. He is the real leader of the Qiang people.I paused for a moment, and immediately rushed to Fanta's tent.

Fanta shrank in the corner, and threw herself into my arms after seeing me, trembling uncontrollably.I put Fanta on the horse, covered her with a wide cloak, and rode out of the camp.

I have no intention of fighting, I just want to protect the girl in front of me and leave as soon as possible.At this time, a person I never expected appeared in front of me.

Lin still had a gentle smile on his face. He was wearing a girder armor and was looking at me not far away.

The unexpected attack, the whistle of the message.I was sure that there was an inner ghost in my heart, but I didn't expect that it would be Lin who was always by the leader's side.

Five years ago, the leader saved Lin's life from a wild beast. In return, he stayed in the Qiang tribe to practice medicine and teach classes.As the years passed, his peace and kindness had already made the clansmen put down their guard, and they really liked this young man who was different from other Daliang people.

He hates war, and you can always see Lin Wenshun decocting medicine with his eyebrows lowered when walking through the camp. He feels sorry for every wounded person.Everyone thought that Lin was different.

Lin's gentle gaze met me through the dead bodies on the ground and the firelight in mid-air.He said: "Nori, you are very brave. You can accept the sins of the past."

He clenched his fist and put it on his chest, his eyes were full of pain, "I am weak, I can't forget the past, the dead old man!"

He smiled at me, his smile was gorgeous and fragile in the firelight. "I've waited too long for this day... Now, it's time to end."

He squinted his long and narrow eyes and quickly drew the bow, shooting an extremely decisive and powerful arrow, completely different from the impression he left on everyone before.

I couldn't dodge in time, so I could only press Fanta's body as hard as I could. "Zheng—" The arrow was bounced off by the scimitar, and the leader stopped us on horseback.While raising his hand to retract the scimitar, he walked towards Lin.

Step by step, slowly, towards this apostle who has returned to his own country.

Lin stared at the leader calmly, and the watery light in his long and narrow pupils flowed several times.He turned his head and shouted to the soldiers behind him: "This is the leader of the Qiang people and his children, catch them!"

Well-trained soldiers came at us and almost surrounded us.The leader stabbed a bloody gash in our horse's buttocks with a knife, and the black blood of the horse dripped down. The tall horse on the prairie neighed and ran forward at a crazy speed.

The leader shouted: "Go!", turned and went into battle.

I didn't look back, didn't dare to linger, and tightened the reins.Daliang's soldiers were chasing after me, and new wounds were constantly being added to my body.I let Fanta behind me cling to my back, the wind whistled in my ears, and I heard her whimpering and crying.

We keep running forward, keep moving forward, I don't know how long it has passed.What is supporting me?Now I don't even understand myself.

Finally getting away from the pursuers, Ma slammed forward and knelt down. We fell to the ground, and I coughed out a mouthful of fishy blood.The horse will never get up again, and I understand that this is its limit.I imitated the rituals of the Qiang people to pray for it, and found that my hands were trembling.

Trembling, I picked up Fanta, whose legs were seriously injured. Every step was so difficult. Fortunately, we quickly found a cave suitable for hiding.

We fled so far that we could no longer see the flames soaring into the sky.But I could have expected a much crueler scene than that.We are alive, but in bad health.There is water nearby, and we have horsemeat, but we don't know when the pursuers will show up.

Fanta continued to have a high fever, or fell asleep, or said some heartbreaking dreams with tears in his eyes.I stayed by her side for days and nights like this, watching her gradually weaken.

I don't know what the future holds, we don't have a home anymore.