On the grassland, the stars are shining, and the dust is shining with fireflies.

The company that went to greet Solusan was camping here for rest. The cart was close to a small river and formed a semicircle with a bonfire lit inside.

The location you choose for every camping requires reservation in advance. The scout will reward the nearby mountains and rivers, and you must be prepared in case at the beginning of camping.

Around the largest bonfire, two large pots were boiling, and the water was almost boiling. Several people were waiting with a jar. The jar contained some tea from the distant sea sun.

A group of people were surrounding the bonfire, listening to the innermost one reading a book called "The Legend of Emperor Mu". Everyone listened with relish and showed different emotions as the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of the characters in the book.

Beside a bonfire next to it, a man held an iron sword and hooked the wood burned outside, pointed to the flying grass ash, and said to the person next to him: "That is, the heat is lighter than the air conditioner, so it can fly. It's like oil floating on water, but it's not quite the same."

"Before I came here in Pei County for a thousand years, the township school made a big and large cloth bag, and there was a fire underneath, and a vine basket was placed. Sitting alone inside, it really flew up. I guessed that I had to fly a hundred steps high, and flew dozens of miles along the wind..."

The people listening to the lectures were all looking up at the floating grass ashes, fantasizing about such a scene.

They have never been to Sishang, but in the army, such lectures are content every day. Sometimes they can teach literacy, sometimes they can teach mountains, rivers, and sometimes they can talk about nature and ambition, which are very simple.

But it is these simple content that makes these people who are cramped within hundreds of miles know the scenery elsewhere in the world, the people who are elsewhere in the world, and the Si Shang that the Mozhe has been mentioning sounds so mysterious.

They had never seen Mount Tai, but they knew that Mozi had drank several cups of wine with Qin Huali at the top of the mountain, lamenting the chaos in the world, and teaching the art of defending the city.

They had never seen Si Shui, but they knew that there were ships coming and going, transporting food, iron and cloth, and whether there was any traffic.

They have never seen hot air balloons flying into the sky, but if one day they see them, they will not exclaim that this is a miracle, but will smile and say to others: "Look, this is because the heat is lighter, just like oil floating on the water..."

The bonfire next to it was a story about "The Legend of Emperor Mu", which let them know where Solusan and others went, and also know that the ancestor of the land called "Zhao State" under their feet was just a car for the Emperor Zhou at that time.

This is a very ordinary night, and it will not make a big change in the lives of these young people just by picking up Solusan.

The prisoner Mi sat there, holding a pottery pot in her hand, waiting for the water to boil, listening to these people talking about the future fantasy, and also participated in a few words.

"I want to tell you, I may not be sure that when our grandchildren were, many people in the world had the kind of hot cloth bags that would fly to the sky. When the north wind blew, we would sit here and ride the wind. We would take a look at Si Shang in less than a month. When the south wind blew tomorrow, we would fly back..."

They use their imagination to fantasize about life in a long and long time, but these words are not ridiculous at this time, but instead attract many people's praise.

The sanctioned prisoner Mi thought, maybe it could be really possible. If it really happens in the future, it will be much more convenient to go home like this. No matter how big the world is, as long as you know the direction of the wind, wouldn’t you go wherever you want?

Just as he was thinking, someone patted his shoulder and said, "The tea is ready."

The prisoner Mi stretched out the pottery jar. After the clamor, the already bulky pot became heavier. A few drops of hot water splashed on his hands, and subconsciously shook it and almost sprinkled it out.

The yellow-green tea is not good at night, and can only smell a faint smell like grass leaves. Very cheap tea is thick and tummy, but it does not prevent it from being popular in the army within a few years and becoming a luxury when camping at night.

He took out a small piece of candy from his trouser bag, broke it hard, and distributed it to the man next to him half, threw it into the clay pot, picked up a straw stick from the ground and stirred it.

Sugar is a luxury, especially north of Gaoliu, but the military is given a little every month.

The man next to him was the "Hu man" who was stabbed in the leg and still killed the enemy. There was no such statement in the army. This person's name is very ordinary, called Ma Milk. Because he still has a mother at home, he would keep the candy he distributed back to give to his mother for food every time he was given.

Ma Milk was a little embarrassed to eat the candy of the prisoner Mi, so she smiled and expressed her gratitude. She sat next to the prisoner Mi and asked, "You came from Si. What does Si look like? It is said that compared with this, it is a paradise. What kind of place is that?"

The sanctioned prisoner Mi didn't know how to describe his hometown, should he be called a piece of cotton field? Or those golden rapeseed flowers? If he talked about rapeseed flowers, how should he describe what it looked like?

Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Ma Mian scratched her head and smiled: "In the future, my mother will die and I will retire, so I want to go there to see it. Or, if you make any great achievements, you can go there as a hero..."

A hero, like a comrade in the Mo family, is a word with different meanings from the original meaning in the Mo family situation, at least it is different from the mainstream heroes in the world at this time.

It’s just that being a hero who can go to Si for a while is not easy. It’s not a life-long achievement, and it’s difficult to achieve.

The prisoner Mi lowered her head and took a sip of the slightly sweet tea in the jar, chewed a tea stem in her mouth and spit it out, and said to Ma Mi: "I heard that in the future, I will select some people from the non-commissioned officers and go back to continue studying. Commanding a company, Sima, is completely different from commanding more people, they all need to learn. But first, you have to recognize a lot of words..."

Speaking of this, Ma Mian said in a happy tone: "I recognize it, I recognize it. I have learned five hundred words for several years... It is your name, and I directed to write two words. The common people, the captured prisoner... I have not learned that Mi."

The prisoner Mi waved his hand and smiled, "I wouldn't have said that word "broken" would not be my name. It is rarely used, but it actually means that the sheep calls. The cow calls are moo, the sheep calls are woe, and the sheep calls are woe, which is woe, which is my name Mi."

Horse milk suddenly realized, and made a sound of sheep crying in her mouth. Her fingers slashed in the air a few times, and she said happily: "I can write that word. One mouth, one goat. Add a mouth to the sheep, which is the sound of the sheep..."

He learned a few more sheep's screams vividly, and a joking voice came from behind him and said, "Okay, are you hungry this night and want to eat roasted lamb?"

The sanctioned prisoner Mi and Ma Mi hurriedly got up. The man was the general who led the team this time. He waved his hand to sit down and said, "At this speed, you will be in Beihai the day after tomorrow."

"The tribe's people don't know the numbers. If you exchange them, you may need to exchange a pot for another person, so that's how to exchange it. Our main force should be far away."

"We also discussed it a few days ago. Then you two will take people to exchange. We can't get too close to them."

"It's possible that some tribes will want to compete with us. You two are good at equestrianism. At that time, you should be more arrogant, as long as you don't kill people."

"Remember one thing, if something happens, you must try your best to protect those who have returned thousands of miles away."

The two agreed in unison, and after the man left, Ma Milk asked, "Have you ever seen Solusan from Si?"

The sanctioned prisoner Mi shook his head and said, "No. He is the old Mo. When he joined the Mo family, I was not born yet. I just heard his story, but he must be a very powerful person. He has traveled tens of thousands of miles for tens of thousands of miles... My horse is still the descendant of the horse he sent back to him..."

Ma Milk nodded and said, "He is a hero."

The prisoner Mi nodded in agreement, and then said solemnly: "It's true."

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Three days later, in a grassland next to the North Sea, riders were speeding and dust rolling.

The first time the prisoner Mi saw so many nomads and strong riders, Bai Xing was a little uneasy and digging the soil on the ground from time to time.

The horse milk was next to him, riding a gray horse, and there were seven or eight people behind him, all carrying weapons.

The convoy formed a formation hundreds of steps behind. These people were guarding the convoy to negotiate with the tribe. In order to show their force, these Hu tribes were showing riding skills in front of them.

Nomads who have learned to ride sheep and grow up on horseback have good riding skills. If there are no stirrups, the farming people cannot compare with these nomads in riding skills.

It seems that the tribes opposite regard this transaction as a grand event.

Beside several Hu leaders, there were several strong men holding longbows.

Ma Mi whispered to the illegitimate prisoner Mi beside him: "Those people should be the archer. Even the archer in the air can shoot down... I'm afraid that no one in our army can have such shooting skills."

There is a saying: The green eagle holds a dog and sheep, and eats a deer.

The Hu people who can bend their bows and shoot eagles must be fierce, and can be called warriors. There are few people in Gaoliu's army who use bows. Even if there are, there is no such art of shooting. This art of shooting was cultivated since childhood. Perhaps the proprietors in the Central Plains can have such a level.

The sanctioned prisoner Mi glanced at the several archers, and was quite disdainful, and said with a smile: "In terms of range, can they compare to our bronze cannon?"

Horse milk shakes its head.

"One tribe has more than a thousand people, and there are only seven or eight such warriors. Can they fight in a formation and fight against muskets?"

Horse milk shakes its head again.

The sanctioned prisoner Mi spread his hands and smiled, "What's the use of that? In the Battle of Hanshui, the Yue people challenged the troops, and guns and cannons were fired at once, and the warriors could not stop the lead bullets."

While speaking, a large eagle flew past, screaming in the air, spreading its wings and hovering.

A Hu man shot an eagle with a bow and shot with a long arrow. The eagle was in the middle of the slashing, and the eagle roared silently and fell rapidly.

There were bursts of shouts from the Hu tribe, and there was a sense of provocation and pride.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes roared, and a horse without a bracelet without stirrups rushed from a distance. The Legend of the Condor Heroes didn't wait for the horse to stop, grabbed the horse's tail and ran a few steps. He turned over and sat on the horse's back, and then turned around on the horse's back. There were many cheering worshipers in the Hu tribe.

The Legend of the Condor He went to search for the big eagle that fell to the ground. The carved feathers are the best material for making feather arrows. The carved feathers are required to use carved feathers.

After approaching, the Legend of the Condor He jumped off the horse without waiting for the horse to stop, grabbed the ponytail with one hand, and copied the carving weighing more than ten pounds in his hand with the other hand. The Hu people shouted loudly to strengthen their power. The Legend of the Condor He rode the horse to the prisoner Mi and others within a hundred steps, and turned around and removed it.

The gang captive Mi and others only thought they could not see it, and slowly moved forward, but did not retreat, without fear.

In the Hu people's formation, several tribal leaders laughed and were quite proud.

At this time, the Hu people have not been unified yet, and tribes do not belong to each other. Only when encountering robbery, killing and other things will they cooperate temporarily.

This time, a total of seven or eight tribes gathered here, and only two of them were local, and had transactions and conflicts with the defenders in Gaoliu.

The leaders of the two local tribes couldn't laugh because they knew how terrible these people were. Perhaps when it comes to bravery and The Legend of the Condor Heroes, those people may not have such ability, but when there is a real conflict, these people will kill without blinking.

Two years ago, there was a tribe of more than a thousand people. Perhaps they wanted to rob something, and they targeted a small village with only more than 300 households.

There is a simple fortress in the village. After the tribe of more than a thousand people approached, the bell rang, and people retreated into the fortress and could not leave.

If you cannot break the fortress, you will get what you want, so more than a thousand people besieged it, but you can't conquer it no matter how hard you are.

Because the tribe was still using bones and stones, and the village people built simple fortresses with iron tools, and they could not attack at all with the muskets inside.

In just a few days, the cavalry from nearby border forts rushed to support him. In a battle, the tribe was killed and injured. The leader was hanged after being tried and denounced his crimes.

Generally speaking, people in Gaoliu rarely take the initiative to attack, but only cultivate and train troops. However, once they are attacked, they will immediately start to retaliate.

And this kind of revenge is unbearable to the leaders of each tribe. The warriors, sages, priests, and leaders in the tribe were identified, and all the crimes were placed on these people and hanged them in a few ways.

However, tribal members taught that they were all bullied by the leader, and sometimes even tribal members could shoot the leader hanging on the tree with their bows.

There is no longer fairness in the tribe, it is no longer a primitive tribe, but a tribe that has turned into slavery or even serfdom, and classes have long appeared.

Where there are classes, there is hatred, especially when productivity is extremely underdeveloped, the deeper this hatred will be.

The tribes coming from afar didn't know how terrible these people were. These two tribes who knew the depths were unrestrained.

If it is a normal transaction, those people in Gaoliu are credible. Although the things are expensive, they clearly indicate the price. If you like to buy them, they will not buy them.

But as long as you trade, those people will not regret it.

What these two leaders were afraid of were the original tribes, and they had no idea of ​​the depth. If they provoked these people, they would have a greedy heart. That would be a disaster.

These few people may be able to kill and capture them all, and steal their property and weapons, but the army in Gaoliu will not forgive them.
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