[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

The weather is getting colder and colder. The blizzard that night when the wolves attacked Qilulian seems to be the beginning, followed by endless cooling. Kuoluanhaizi is completely frozen, and the forest has become a bare big ice stick, all over the mountains and plains. , Lakes, rivers and streams, everything is dyed the same white.

In such a sudden drop in temperature, Youying no longer eats ice rebelliously, and Miao Xuan also has to add clothes honestly, but what Aunt Lin made for him is not a traditional Tartar robe, but a bit of a Central Plains robe. The characteristic cloak ensures that it will not become a burden that hinders the movement during the battle. It can be worn at will, and what is even more rare is that it is very flattering, which is quite cool...

It was very strange that Miao Xuan understood Qi Yanheng's love for Mao collar.

"...In previous winters, it was very cold inside and outside of Tokyo, but nobles always don't like clumsy and heavy jackets, so the embroiderers and dressmakers had to rack their brains, and there were many patterns on their clothes. I know all of these. Do."

Beside the small stove where the milk was being boiled, Aunt Lin said lovingly while sewing a collar: "It's a pity that it's too cold here, otherwise our little Highness wouldn't be able to wear any clothes? Others are good suitors, so put us here, alas, it's all Nice shirt."

"Aunt Lin, don't praise me."

Miao Xuan was amused to hear that, he had already gotten used to Aunt Lin's flamboyance, and it was all due to the effect of a kindness filter. At this time, he was writing a letter to the holy mountain while the light was good, saying hello all the way from ancient Wen Yada to Mu Mu. Ren Boqian also kindly took care of his teacher's old cold legs from a distance.

Although Aunt Lin no longer praised, she looked proud, with "Look at the virtue of our little Highness's modesty" written all over her face, then she shook the semi-finished product in her hand, and first picked on the impure color of wolf fur, and some Dissatisfied and authentic: "It's a pity, although this material can be obtained, it is already very old, and I still have to force it, Your Highness."

Speaking of which, this bat pattern was a fashionable style when Di Ji got married, right?So many years have passed in a flash...

But now, who would have a leisurely party when the snow is falling, wear those ingenious and warm and decent clothes, sing the praises of red plums, and give pointers to the country?

Tokyo has long been a dream of yesterday, and the state system of the Northern Dynasties has long been crushed by the Tartars, so the once elegant and ancient capital disappeared overnight. Now that the capital has been moved, Hangjing is like spring all year round, and the dignitaries no longer need to wear winter clothes. .

Aunt Lin's fingers paused, her complexion remained unchanged, and she began to weave the pattern again.

Forget it, she is doomed not to return to her homeland in this life, so what else is she thinking about?

After Miao Xuan finished writing the letter, he waited for the white eagle released from the holy mountain to deliver it. The weather was getting worse day by day, and only a fierce bird like a falcon could be a messenger.

Noon is the warmest and brightest time of the day. We can see the sun these few days. The herdsmen are willing to let their livestock out for a walk. Aunt Lin also raised the curtain to ventilate the yurt.

At this moment, a black shadow rushed past the door, and then quickly came back. In the blink of an eye, there were several back and forth, like ghosts. The pony neighed in horror.

Before the voice fell to the ground, Aunt Lin immediately put aside her sorrow and sorrow, and complained with her brows upright, "Your Highness! That big horse of yours is going to bully our Baiyun again!"

Miao Xuan: "..."

Miao Xuan thought he was unlucky, so he honestly went to the stables to catch the horses. You Ying is now in his prime, but Bai Yun is still a young mare, they are running away and chasing them every day.

It's nothing at all, the bad thing is that Youying's brain circuit is so clear, this movement is very loud, and it can be tossed even more than the horse king in Darigachi-the horse king is basically tamed now, because He is very majestic in appearance and has a normal mind as a horse (this is very important!), so he is very popular with mares.

In this snowy winter day, a fairly clear noon is a rare good weather. The snow around the camp has long been trampled by people and livestock coming and going. Walking on the snow is not only a little slippery, but also feels It's almost like stepping on dirt.

Fighting wits and courage with his big-headed stinking horse, Miao Xuan finally tamed this harasser and pulled him away from the little white horse. The weather was bad recently, and You Ying had nowhere to hang out, so he devoted all his enthusiasm to the same kind around him... and Toss it dear Twoleg keeper.

After taking care of Xiao Baiyun, Miao Xuan left the stable in a relaxed mood. Here, he could look at the frozen Haizi in the distance, which looked crystal clear under the pale sunlight, and the stretch of pure white snow-capped mountains, almost as close as this The land blends together.

Not far away, a group of chubby lambs were brought out by herders to let the wind out, and they were picking up the plants under the snow under the sun at noon on a sunny day. Their tails were so cute. Their owners looked like a father and son. Blushing, he waved to Miao from afar.

And between the yurts farther away, there appeared three familiar figures from far and near. They were the basis of a certain migrant teacher's teaching career... As for why there were only three of them, of course it was because Ba Gen ran away again. culture class.

Ba Gen is more willing to flirt with girls than to go to class, but Miao Xuan really can't figure out where the young lovers can go for a tryst in this ghostly weather.

The three of them walked in. The young man at the front was carrying a heavy wooden box, while the two behind him were empty-handed. Miao Xuan looked at them and suddenly found that all three of his students had grown a lot taller.

Chao Luomen was already as tall as Miao Xuan, and Alatan also jumped up to his shoulders. As for Geriletu, he had just reached Miao Xuan's chest, but his speed was the fastest among the three brothers—although Miao Xuan His modeling is also growing in age, but his height is probably affected by his mother, and he cannot compare with these children in terms of increment.

In other words, they are no longer "children".

"Little uncle! I'm here to return the books!" The box was heavy, but Chao Luomen lifted it into the tent without any effort, "I still want to borrow the ones in that box, are they all excerpts?"

Miao Xuan was a little surprised: "I've finished reading this box? You won't stay up all night again, don't read too hastily, it will hurt your eyes."

Chao Luomen was very disapproving: "My grace is 'Dawn Star', so I might be worried about such a trivial matter."

Miao Xuan thought it made sense, so he stopped trying to dissuade him. He looked at the other two eldest nephews: "How are you doing?"

Geriletu was looking at the furnishings in the yurt with great interest, and he smiled when he heard this: "I have finished studying the booklet the teacher gave me."

Miao Xuan appreciated it very much, so he turned his expectant eyes to his youngest nephew.

Aladdin: "..."

Alatan: "Well... I still haven't seen a part."

The gap between "finished" and "didn't see" is not small. Miao Xuanxin said that the four brothers probably inherited their mothers' talents in cultural classes. Gen and Alatan struggled on the road, but Alatan was much more diligent than his elder brother...

Then it can only be rewarded by God.

Predicting that the topic would slip into a dangerous place, Alatan immediately interrupted: "Little uncle, I heard that your wolf knife is already being made, and it is only made of silver. It is too simple, why not use gold?"

Miao Xuan: ...

Why else, of course, can't afford gold!Is it necessary to melt my mother's jewelry for such a small ornament? Although Dari Gachi would be willing to pay for it out of his own pocket, Miao Xuan felt that it was unnecessary.

Miao Xuan said solemnly: "Where do you need gold to adorn spikes like ice and snow? No matter how gorgeous the decoration is, they are foreign objects, and only your own abilities are the most precious."

The three of them suddenly realized that regardless of whether it was true or not, they all looked taught. Miao Xuan hurriedly said before Alatan interrupted again: "Alatan, you still have to make up for the lessons you missed. Chaoluomen and Geriletu , you guys help little brothers."

Boss Zhao Luomen was reluctant, and Alatan felt uncomfortable, only Geriletu smiled and blinked: "Okay."

Miao Xuan took a look at the three boys who didn't agree with each other, and said helplessly: "When Alatan has learned it, I will take you to hunt in the mountains—to find hibernating bears."

This award immediately won the unanimous praise of the elder nephews, so the learning atmosphere among the students became rare and respectful.

*

Before Miao Xuan took his eldest nephews to look for the raging bad luck, the winter weather took a turn for the worse again, and the blizzard slammed heavily on the forests and fields, crushing many felt tents and livestock pens, which brought a lot of trouble to Qilu. There was no small loss.

And in such a bad season, Qielulian unexpectedly ran into the remnants of Tulu.

It was a fairly sunny noon, and it was supposed to be a good time to let the livestock out, but a special team appeared outside the camp of Qilulian.

The queue was very long, but as far as the eye could see, it was full of women and children. There were only a few horses and a few carts. I didn't know what was placed under the felt cloth. I could only see that the ruts were surprisingly shallow. I don't know if it was because of numbness and grayness. His expression was still the weather-beaten appearance, and everyone looked as if they were covered with a layer of dust.

No grown men, or almost none.

The knights of the green company quickly surrounded the team, and Darigachi rushed to him. He recognized the person at the front of the team at a glance, and asked knowingly: "Hadan Batar, how dare you Do you still dare to appear in front of me?"

This man named Hadan Batar didn't ride a horse. He stood upright in the snow covering his calves, looked up at Darigachi, and said calmly, "Why don't you dare?"

If you only look at their ages, Hadanbatar and Darigachi should both be in their prime, but if you look at their appearance, the former already looks like an old man who has been tortured by the years.

Darikachi said condescendingly: "You despicably killed my three good brothers, and cunningly conspired with the Yalun tribe to burn, kill and loot my camp of Lulian during the assembly in the holy mountain. I swore I would not let you live."

Hadanbaatar did not refute, on the contrary, he bowed his head in submission: "Death is not something I fear, even if my soul cannot return to the embrace of Changshengtian—the face of Chilulian, I It's for apologizing."

After that, he took off his hat and knelt down on the ground: "My life is not worth dying, I only beg you, kind Nayan, please take care of the women and children behind me."

Darigachi fell silent. In fact, he had already guessed Hadan Batar's purpose when he saw this team. Now that the cold disaster is getting worse, the land is torn apart, and most of the food has been lost. , livestock and combat power, wandering outside, nowhere to hide, and may be attacked by wild beasts at any time...

What's more, the coldest time is far from coming.

The lone wolves who strayed from the pack could not survive Yan Dong, and these remnants of the Turks who had escaped by chance were also faced with the same choice, so some remnants became independent small tribes, while others were reduced to robbers and gangsters on the grassland. will become savages worse than beasts.

No matter which path they choose, these remnants will have to avoid Chilulian, and they can only find habitats outside the Kuoluan River Valley. The survival rate of these remnants before the cold disaster will be terribly low, cold, famine and disease, Either way is enough to make them die, and sooner or later they will abandon, repurchase, or even eat women and children...

Dari Gachi didn't know what kind of tragic fight took place among the remnants of the Turas, but this most insidious Hadan Batar was able to take responsibility and found a way out for his former clansmen, which is impressive. up.

The cold wind of winter blew past, and this survival team was like withered grass blown down by the wind. From front to back, they knelt down in the snow together with their leader.

Hadan Batar shook his hands, tore off the wolf knife at his waist, and raised his head high: "That Yan... Changshengtian witnesses, I can swear...!"

"The women behind me are still able to give birth, and the children behind me are all shorter than a wheel. They will be your best flock, serving the master for generations."

Darikachi closed his eyes, he knew the rules, this is indeed the attitude that the defeated tribe should have, but if these people are accepted before the severe cold comes - they will not be able to create too much value for Qilulian for the time being. To consume the tribal food reserves.

"Okay, I promise."

Darigachi opened his eyes, and looked carefully at the children in the team starting from Hadan Batar. His voice was still as loud as before, enough to echo in everyone's ears: "Chelulian will take you in." , but Chilulian will not ask you to be slaves for generations, we are all descendants of wolves and white stags, and the Tartars should not be reduced to slaves like cattle and sheep."

Hadan Batar didn't expect that he would get this answer at all. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly broke his wolf knife fiercely, then raised his head, and said like a prophecy: "Na Yan, you will become the god of the golden blood. Khan."

"I am honored to die by your hands."

Darigachi didn't say anything more, he drew his knife and chopped off the enemy's head.

*

During this difficult winter, Chielvlian swallowed some of the remnants of the tula, which at least replenished the resources of the slaves, and many families were allocated new property.

Of course, Miao Xuan was included in the "family" that had distribution rights.

Because of his high status, Miao Xuan had a lot of slaves, mainly healthy teenagers and young women, and one of them was already stuck on a wheel. If he hadn't come from the remnants, he probably wouldn't have survived.

Miao Xuan doesn't pay much attention to these things, and throws them all to his almighty Aunt Lin, who can always arrange everything properly, and he just needs to be the shopkeeper without getting in the way. I don't know if it's because he has experienced too many worlds. Yes, Miao Xuan likes this idle state very much now (Tang Tongzhi: ...).

The days in winter are very difficult, but they can always slip away unknowingly. When everyone in the green company is struggling and anxious for survival every moment, time really becomes meaningless It was not until the end of the year that Miao Xuan suddenly realized——

The Southern New Year is coming soon, and Aunt Lin quietly tied a red ribbon around his wrist, like a mother praying for the gods in the sky to bless her child.

But this year's cold winter has no place to be joyful. The severe cold day after day, the light and beautiful white snow has become everyone's nightmare. They fall in every corner, bringing death gently and cruelly.

Hundreds of livestock die every day, such as lambs and calves that are not strong enough. They are frozen stiff, and every hair is like an ice edge, which is heavily pressed in the pasture that the shepherd has carefully piled;

Another example is those older hounds and horses. The Tartars love their hard work and loyalty, but they cannot take care of these old partners who have been with them for many years and are inseparable. They can only watch them swallow their last breath, with wet eyes Drying up completely in the cold wind...

And humans.

Newborns, old people, pregnant women, slaves, injured people... The severe cold is like poison dormant in the wind, as long as you have a slight weakness, you will be killed by this pervasive monster.

How many babies died in the arms of their mothers, how many old people died on the cold blankets, there are many funerals every day, numb, simple, and quiet.

But even so, people always have to struggle to survive.

In the middle of the cold winter night, the Tatars will always find ways to get together, or play some games, or talk about the world, not only to reduce fuel consumption around a heat source, but also to be with their relatives in the siege of wind and snow. Every minute at this time Every second is like some kind of gift from heaven.

Even the Nayan family was no exception. As one of the family members who joined later, Miao Xuan was fortunate to sit at the children's table, maintaining an even height between the sturdy Bagen and the tall Chaoluomen.

He Dun put the wine bowl in front of each family member, as gentle and enthusiastic as the hostess of all Tatar families. This wine is made from fermented milk and is very popular among Tatars because the raw materials are easy to obtain. It can also be regarded as an economical and affordable drink, and it has become one of the rare sources of fun for people in the cold winter.

Miao Xuan has always been fearless when it comes to drinking. Facing the four students who poured alcohol with ulterior motives, he took it all calmly, let them see what the sky is high and the earth is thick, and immediately poured down the only one who is honest and kind. His alcohol-fighting Bagen—the other three younger brothers all have mature drinking strategies, and when they saw this, they soberly bowed down.

Not long after, Darigachi brought a white eagle with a smile. This lively and strong guy was jumping on his gloves, proud and beautiful. It seemed that there would be another event that everyone loved to see today.

"The letter to Qi Lulian has arrived, and the summons from the Holy Mountain has also arrived!"

Darigachi fed the jerky to the white eagle, and said to Miao: "Huo Erlanle, you also have a letter to send back to the Holy Mountain. This time, it should be less stuffed. Last time, all your letters were sent. , I don’t think this little guy can fly anymore.”

Miao Xuan: "..."

This bird of prey possessed of heaven's grace is strong enough to fight the wind and snow, and can easily grab a lamb from the ground. Of course, it is impossible to fly. The real reason is that the mailbox is limited in size and cannot be placed too much. With so many letters, how to stuff them with paper has become a university question.

Miao Xuan honestly handed in the letter paper, and Dari Gachi felt a headache when he saw the densely packed small print. He shook his head and chose to take out the letter from the mailbox first: "You can put it here, let's take a look at what happened recently. What happened, alas, Changshengtian blesses you, but please don’t let any more disasters—”

Wishes are beautiful, but the facts are always unsatisfactory. As Darigachi reads, his expression becomes more solemn, and in the end it is almost sinking like water, which makes people feel uneasy just by looking at it.

Darigachi raised his head from the paper, and said to the people around him, "The Xini tribe can't survive anymore, they went to attack the border town of the southerners."

At this moment, the big tent fell into silence, and everyone stopped talking, from He Dun to the slaves, all looked at their faces.

This is not only because they respect the leaders of the tribe, but also because of the shock of this news. Every Tartar is well aware of the horror of the cold disaster. It is normal for tribes to choose to plunder if they cannot survive, although the results are often not as good as Satisfactory, but as long as you can bring back some good things, you may be able to survive until next spring——

"The Ministry of Sidney has been defeated."

Darigachi paused, and said softly: "The southerners have solidified their walls and cleared the fields, and there are no grains left in the villages and farmland. The border guards set up traps and wiped out all the knights in Sini. All the horses were killed for meat, and the corpses were beheaded. In Jingguan, Nayan and Qixue from Xini were hung on the city wall by the southern soldiers and dried like horse meat."

The silence in the big tent suddenly turned into dead silence. The women bowed their heads in mourning, and the men clenched their fists. Even though they knew that the southern frontier army was not easy to deal with, they ended up in such a tragic way...

Nayan and Qixue from the Xini tribe died so horribly, their heads were separated, their blood was drained, they were dried up in the sky, and they could never return to their homeland, so would they still be able to return to the embrace of Changshengtian?

Where will the remaining women, children, and old people of the Sini tribe go, starve to death or freeze to death, or choose not to drag others down to commit suicide, or become slaves attached to the rest of the tribe like the remnants of the Tura tribe?

Perhaps the Lulian was indeed more fortunate, they found a suitable camp, barely survived in the cold, but what if the Lulian hadn't won Kuoluan?Are they the next Sydney?

Darigachi carefully folded the paper in his hand and put it away. On the grassland, these thin papers are also expensive. He only heard him say in a deep voice: "This winter, our cattle and sheep will freeze to death, and our old man will die of illness." , our child died young..."

"Kuoluan is a good place not to be hit by the cold wind, and the forest in the river valley gives us enough fuel, but it's not good enough here. Compared with the south——compared with the warm and dry Tsegan Bayan grassland in the Yalunbu, Haisuhahaizi in the Mozhgrad department is full of sunshine, and the wide Luan River Valley is far from good enough."

"Further to the south... Southerners always have a good winter. They have warm and rich land, and they can grow whatever they plant. They also have year-round water that is not frozen. It is sweet and clear. They don't need to fight to the death with their compatriots. Survive the winter, live like a human being, and even live a good life."

Darigachi didn't say anything more, he picked up the wine bowl, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, his hawk-like gaze seemed to be able to see the far south through the yurt.

Still no one spoke in the dim yurt. Following the example of their father, several teenagers lifted up the wine bowls in front of them one after another. The bowls bottomed out, but no one came to refill the wine. The attendants looked at the master silently. He Dun looked at their husbands.

At this moment, everyone in the big tent is the same, no matter old or young, young or old, male or female, they have the same desire surging in their veins, the same rhythm beating in their chests, they are the survivors in the cold winter Refugees are also hungry wolves on the ice sheet.

For a moment, Miao Xuan even had a certain illusion, as if he had returned to the wolf's lair, surrounded by dark green wolf eyes like will-o'-the-wisps in the night.

But this time, in this pair of completely different human eyes, there is the same desire flowing.