The sky of the grasslands was like the face of a child, changing at a whim.
When they set off, it was clear that the sun was setting in the west, but after traveling for two hours, it began to rain. Rain on the grasslands was different from that on the plains. There were no mountains or valleys to block it, and the rain was like a pillar, hitting people in the face and causing them pain. The cold wind on the grasslands was even more disorienting, howling unscrupulously, manipulating the rain to sway and sway, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west. The silent grasslands were gloomy, as if covered by a thick curtain, shrouded in the green mist.
This was the first rain they had encountered since entering the grasslands. It was neither early nor late, but fell at this moment. Lin Wanrong had a taste of the power of the heavens.
The rain soaked the hooves of the horses, and the green grass glistened with water, smooth and muddy. The speed of the war horses had to slow down. The soldiers advanced in the rain, their clothes soaked through. Looking from afar, this group of people was like clouds that were constantly moving in the misty rain, swift and orderly.
"The hooves of the horses are slippery, greatly affecting the speed of our advance. If this continues, we will most likely only reach Har Helin tomorrow morning." Hu Bugui looked at the sky, wiping the rainwater and sweat from his face, his eyes full of worry.
This was called the heavens not cooperating. Lin Wanrong could calculate everything accurately, but the mood of the heavens was something he could not predict. He could not help but sigh. "The sun rises in the east and it rains in the west. What I am worried about now is that while the rain is pouring down on our side, the Ha tribe and the Au tribe's allied forces are advancing with clear skies. In this way, their speed will be much faster than ours. If they reach Da Lanza and do not discover our whereabouts, they will definitely turn back quickly. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. The Hu people can travel day and night to rescue Yujia, but they can also rush back night and night for her. If one side loses, the other gains. If we are not careful. We will be bitten by them. "
Lin Wanrong's worry was not without reason. He had racked his brains to lure out the thousands of strong men of Er Jin and Har Helin. It was to take advantage of this time to launch a sneak attack. Thus successfully entering Yiwu. A sudden heavy rain. However, it was very likely that he would lose this advantage. Once he was bitten by the Hu. It would be very difficult for them to escape.
Hu Bugui nodded heavily. "General is absolutely right. It's raining on our side. D 'Lanza, on the other hand, was very likely to have a clear blue sky. The damned weather on the grassland was like a baby face. No one knew when he would change again. The scouts at the front have yet to return, so I don't know what's going on over there. "
"Then what do we do now? Should we proceed or stop?! "Gao Qiu asked worriedly.
"We can't stop." Lin Wanrong said resolutely, "We're making use of the time difference now. We have an equal chance against the Hu. If we stop now and wait for the Hu to return to their tribe, all our efforts will be in vain. If he wanted to enter Yiwu through Ejina, he would be able to get close to the Turkic royal court. He didn't know how long he would have to wait. Big Brother Hu, what do you think? "
Hu Bugui nodded. "I agree with General's opinion. We can't miss this heaven-sent opportunity. Since it's a war, there's nothing we can't do. "
"Good." Lin Wanrong waved his hand vigorously. "Tell all the brothers not to cherish the horses. What we need now is speed and full speed ahead. Horses and provisions can be replenished after we take Ejina. "
The three men made up their minds and did not delay any further. Leading five thousand soldiers forward in the rain. The most important thing for an army to do in such a dark and boundless grassland was direction. In order to prevent getting lost and falling behind, the most experienced Hu Bugui led the way, while Gao Qiu brought up the rear. They divided up the work and headed for Har Helin. The only carriage in the team was left for Li Wuling. No matter how difficult it was, they would not leave their brothers behind.
The rain grew heavier and heavier. The world was shrouded in a layer of fog, and one could not even see their fingers in front of them. Even at a distance of several steps, they could not see each other's faces. The horses were constantly jolting and slipping, and the originally docile grassland suddenly became ferocious. Other than cursing the heavens, Lin Wanrong could only bitterly smile.
After walking for a long time, his clothes were soaked and the cold rain flowed down his neck to his chest. Lin Wanrong could not help but shiver as he glanced at the horse next to him. The Turkic girl's clothes were completely soaked and tightly clung to her body. Her curvaceous figure was as spectacular as the Helan Mountains. The rain had soaked her hair. It formed clear rivers that slowly flowed down her cheeks. Yujia's face was pale and her eyes were tightly shut. Her delicate body was trembling in the cold rain, as if she was a small blade of grass that could not withstand a gust of wind.
The heavens were fair. Under the same sky, the cold wind and rain not only threatened the Chinese, but also the Turks.
They were all living people, so what was the point of this war? Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed. He took out a long robe from his bag. This was something that Qiaoqiao had personally sewn for him. After traveling so lightly, this was one of the few pieces of luggage he had.
A sliver of warmth came from his cold body. Yujia opened his eyes and saw that his drenched body had at some point been draped in a brand new robe, exuding a faint fragrance. Bean-sized drops of rain fell from the sky, landing on the robe and leaving fresh water stains on it.
Yujia turned his head and angrily shouted, "I don't want — I don't want your fake benevolence!" His face was red and two streaks of water dripped down his cheeks. It was hard to tell whether they were tears or rainwater.
Lin Wanrong wiped the rain from his face and waved his hand with a cold smile. "Even if it's fake benevolence — I wonder when you Turks will learn this kind of fake benevolence?!"
The rain quickly flowed down his dark face and his hair, which had been neatly combed in the morning, was now a mess. Two bright red lipstick marks were slowly being washed away by the rain. His entire body was immersed in the curtain of rain and he looked indescribably miserable. His aura seemed different from before.
"The matters of us Turks are none of your business." The young girl snorted, but her voice unconsciously became softer. Under the cold, she instinctively burrowed into the warm robe.
Seeing Yujia curled up into a ball and shivering, Lin Wanrong smiled and sighed. "The clothes are very warm, aren't they? This is before we go to war. My wife stayed up for several nights to sew them herself. We Chinese have a tradition. Before soldiers go to war, our wives and lovers will personally sew the clothes for them. Our wives and lovers will personally sew the clothes for them. We look forward to their safe return. However, with the passage of time and the change of seasons, how many of the brave warriors on the battlefield could return safely? Countless beautiful women spent their entire lives waiting for him, turning into rocks on the cliffs of the high mountains — the feelings of the great Chinese people. You Turks will never understand it! "
Yujia was instantly annoyed. "It's not only China that has such infatuated people. Turk men and women also have such feelings. Every Turk woman's lover is fighting on the battlefield. They will also lose their lives and will also have to say goodbye to their beloved wives forever. "
"Then why the f * ck did you start a war? Is it fun?! "Lin Wanrong roared in anger. His eyes were red as he whipped the horse carrying Yujia. The reins of the warhorse were held in his hands. It could only let out a proud neigh as it strode forward, throwing the young girl's body into a few beautiful curves.
Looking at Lin Wanrong's red face, Yujia's chest heaved up and down. "Old man, you, you dare to insult me?!"
"Insulting you is nothing." Lin Wanrong's face darkened. "You have angered me. I will let you see what a true bandit is. You are beautiful, right? Take off all your clothes. I will let you be beautiful in front of the wolves on the plains and your people!! "
This bandit's ability to change his expression wasn't ordinary. He was just laughing and talking, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a gorilla. He roared angrily, and his eyes shot out flames. Yujia couldn't help but feel a chill.
She gritted her teeth. She raised her face forcefully. "War. It is to let my people and future generations obtain a richer land. To let them escape the cold wind and rain and live a rich life. What's wrong with that?! "
"Pa." Lin Wanrong slapped Yujia's butt. The crisp sound cut through the wind and rain and spread far.
"What's wrong with that?! You want your people to live well, so you can occupy other people's land and kill other people?! " Lin Wanrong was also angry. He slapped her butt twice, and the sound was clear. "All the gangsters in the world want to f * ck you. So they can tie you up, take off your clothes, and do whatever they want. What is your brain made of? How can you think of such a bandit's logic?! Open your eyes and look. What did you get out of the war you started other than two races being plunged into misery and suffering and causing rivers of blood to flow? Had he obtained a rich piece of land and lived an abundant life? Go ask your clansmen. When they died in battle, were they rich, were they rich?! — I really want to beat you up! "
As he asked, he slapped Yujia's butt. The crackling sound alarmed everyone. The soldiers who were passing by stared at the black-faced and angry commander-in-chief, wanting to laugh but not daring to. Hu Bugui and Hu Bugui glanced at each other. The older one nodded. "Brother Lin is angry, the Turkic girl is going to suffer!"
Being insulted by this bandit, and being laughed at by the Chinese people, the Turkic girl let out a moan. Her face instantly turned red, and her breasts trembled violently. She stared at him fiercely, and with an angry trembling voice, she shouted, "Old Wo, kill me. Kill me. "
Lin Wanrong shook his sore wrist. This girl's butt was so elastic, it made his scalp tingle. He sneered, "Why would I kill you? Don't you want to conquer others?! I want you to see how you and your people will be conquered by others! "
"We Turkic people will never be conquered!!!" Yujia's body continued to struggle. The rain fell on her body and face. Her light blue eyes were filled with unyielding tears.
"Never be conquered?!" Lin Wanrong sneered, and slowly moved closer to her face, "Miss Yujia, look at my eyes."
The girl unconsciously raised her head. She looked straight into Lin Wanrong's dark pupils. The despicable bandit's eyes were as clear as water, as transparent as crystal, and even deeper than the starry sky. This scene seemed familiar to Yujia. She was stunned, and tears rolled down her face like rain. She hurriedly lowered her head, "Look, what are you looking at?! I'm not looking! "
Lin Wanrong laughed loudly, "I want you to remember my black eyes and yellow skin. This was a nation that had never been conquered. They had the most extensive culture and the most profound civilization. They had stood in this world for thousands of years and had never fallen. — But you Turks, "he casually waved his hand and laughed disdainfully," — after a few hundred years, you Turks will become the Turks. The Turks will be a name that will only exist in history! "
Yu Jia held his breath. "Nonsense. We, the Turks, are invincible. It will definitely last for ten thousand years!!! "
"Lasting for ten thousand years? Just based on your incessant wars and massacres?! Wake up. Little sister! "Lin Wanrong smiled and patted her face." You're human. You can't think with your ass — ouch — you bit me again! "
He was so pleased with himself that he placed his finger on Yu Jia's lips. The Turkic girl opened her mouth and bit. He showed no mercy. His fingers were connected to his heart, and he felt an intense pain. Lin Wanrong yelled as he retracted his fingers. His fingertips were densely packed with neat teeth marks, and traces of blood seeped out. Yu Jia stared at him. There was a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes.
This little she-wolf! Lin Wanrong snorted. He casually touched the she-wolf's butt. Yu Jia moaned, her face as red as blood. She was so ashamed that she wanted to die.
He taught this little she-wolf a lesson. The wind and rain continued on the desert grassland. They were only seventy to eighty kilometers away from Ha Har Forest.
"General Lin, General Lin — —" Hu Bugui urged his horse forward. He braved the wind and rain as he charged at the front of the group. Behind him were dozens of fast horses. They stopped in front of Lin Wanrong, and Hu Bugui dismounted his horse. Tears began to well up in his eyes.
"Brother Hu, what's wrong?!" Lin Wanrong was shocked. Hu Bugui was an iron-blooded man. He would not cry even if he was beaten to death.
Hu Bugui hurriedly shook his head. He wiped the tears from his eyes. He chuckled and said, "No, no, I'm happy. General, look, who is this — — "
He moved aside with a smile, and a figure flashed out from behind him. Sixteen or seventeen years old, with a tanned face and a capable appearance, he was looking ecstatically at Lin Wanrong.
Lin Wanrong stared blankly for a moment. Then he madly hugged him and roared, "Little Xu, Xu Zhen. Is it really you? Why are you here? How did you find us?! Damn it, how can there be such a good thing in the sky!! "
Xu Zhen wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, happily cupping his fists. "General, military advisor Xu sent me here!"
Military advisor Xu? Xu Zhiqing?! It was a familiar yet unfamiliar name. Lin Wanrong was so excited that he wanted to cry. Although they had only been apart for ten days, but in this bloody battle on the grassland, Helan Mountain and Miss Xu were like clouds in the sky, as if they had nothing to do with this lone army.
Today, Xu Zhen suddenly appeared in front of him, and he felt like he had returned to reality. Although he did not know how Xu Zhen found his current position, but Xu Zhiqing's affection was as heavy as the Helan Mountain wall.
"General, this is a letter from military advisor Xu." Suppressing his excitement. Xu Zhen fished out a small piece of sheepskin from his boots, tore it a few times, and revealed the white letter inside.
A letter from Xu Zhiqing? Lin Wanrong took the letter, his palm trembling slightly. For this lone army deep in the grassland, Helan Mountain was their root.
"The battle of Bayan Haote. Jun Zhi's reputation soared. Deep into the grassland, cut off the enemy's food. With flesh and blood, you fought the enemy outside the country, making the Hu people tremble with fear. Thank you for your kindness. There is only one thing I hope you will not forget: Zhiqing can die, but Helan Mountain will never fall!! "
"Zhiqing can die, but Helan Mountain will never fall." Just this sentence was enough to explain everything. Lin Wanrong held Hu Bugui's hand, saying softly but firmly, "Brother Hu. Helan Mountain is still in our hands! "
Old Hu wiped his tears, grinning widely. "I knew that military advisor Xu would definitely defend Helan Mountain. Du Xiuyuan, that bookworm, is good. Xu Zhen, you are all good! We did not fight these battles in the grassland in vain! "
"Your heart, Zhiqing knows. Only the road ahead is long and full of thorns. I hope you cherish yourself, do not let others worry about you. I am dressed in splendid attire, half buried in the sand. I pray day and night, waiting for your triumphant return! "
This letter was like Xu Zhiqing's character, extremely simple, extremely firm. "Half buried in the sand, waiting for your triumphant return." This last sentence was half hidden and half revealed, it was a code between the two of them, only Lin Wanrong could understand it. There were only a few words on the letter, and although the words were short, the sentiment was deep and profound.
Lin Wanrong caressed the white letter, his heart surging. The rain hit his hair, his face, converged into raindrops, he was silent, and did not speak for a long time.
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