As the sun rose, neat footsteps were already heard in the valley.

Team after team, the young men in a neat row were striking and moving forward.

Although similar situations have been going on for several days, the nearby Huiqu herders are still curious about it.

More than a dozen young herders even rode horses around the valley, observing the movements here from a distance.

"This Shizhong Zhang really has the intention to achieve merit immediately..." The young Huiqu herdsmen whispered to each other in excitement.

Their fathers and grandparents were once famous warriors. They served in the Han army and followed many great figures to fight in the south and north, making great contributions.

In order to repay the merits, they were allowed to shed horses for the Taifu.

Herding horses for the Han emperor is the greatest wish of all the herders of the Han tribes on the grassland.

Because this means a stable and prosperous life.

You can stay away from hunger and cold and away from war.

Let the elderly have a support and the young have some teaching.

However, these young people who were born in the Han Dynasty and grew up in peace were a little tired of this simple and boring life.

They yearn for the great achievements that their fathers and grandparents have built, and want to build their own achievements like their ancestors.

But unfortunately, in the past ten years, the Gongsun family, who has been in charge of the Han Taipu Yamen, has been the Gongsun family of the Lord and Sect.

Since the death of General Changping Liehou, the Gongsun family has been busy making money.

Even the job of Ma Zheng was a mess.

Not to mention, in the Taipu Yamen, we should carefully select young Huiqu people and conduct such expensive and laborious things.

Therefore, when these Huiqu herders came to this strange Xinfeng County, they met a noble man from the Han family who might have brought them back to the battlefield.

They immediately decided to settle here.

What young people want is the future battle on the battlefield and revenge.

The elderly also need to find a reliable big shot for their descendants.

The beauty of a gentleman is killed in three lifetimes.

As Hu people, Huiqu people could not be protected by the Han emperor forever.

Only by constantly making contributions to the Han emperor can we protect our descendants and continue to enjoy this peaceful, prosperous and peaceful life.

The old Huiqu, who had experienced war and had wandered on the grassland and had a life of dying and unpredictable life, know better than anyone else how precious it is to be able to be protected by the Han family and accept it?

It is heavier than gold and more beautiful than pearls and jade.

Only the most loyal, brave, and fearless Hu people are qualified to receive this gift.

Let yourself and your descendants be free from the wilderness and enjoy wealth for three lifetimes.

For decades, the Han people have fulfilled their promises.

Even the big man who made the promise had long passed away.

But just like the oath and the covenant.

A gentleman's fortune was killed for three generations, and after three generations, the households and the people were all incorporated.

Now, looking at the young nephews gathered outside the valley where the Han nobles "trained their troops".

The old people in Huiqu looked at him from afar, and in a daze, it seemed as if they had traveled through time and returned to the foot of Mount Rouge that year.

The young, like those young children now, were riding horses and curiously looking outside the camp of a Han Dynasty master.

Every time that big man pushed open his tent, he always aroused the cheers of countless people.

At that time, the Wu Heng people crawled at his feet, and the butcher was trembling and knelt on the ground, and the Hun Xie people led the cow and horse to drive him.

The Xiaoyuezhi people rode war horses and traveled thousands of miles to join his battle flag.

His military flag swept across the grassland.

From Junji Mountain to Langjuxu Mountain.

From Hanhai to Puchanghai.

All the world, all tribes, and all heroes are in common fear and worshipping to him.

As soon as his horse whip sounded, thousands of horses galloped.

No one can stop him from moving forward!

The Huns were extremely afraid and whine: Lost me, Mount Yanzhi, made my women without color; Lost me, Qilian, made my animals not live in fertility.

He is the enemy of barbarism, the messenger of civilization, wherever he passes, all barbarism, cruelty and ignorance disappears, and the flames of civilization are lit.

He is the thunder of summer and the strong wind of winter, and treats all those who are enemies of him ruthlessly.

I don’t know how many tribes were destroyed under his horse’s hooves and disappeared into the long river of history.

But at the same time, he is still the spring sunshine, the summer rain and dew, and the autumn breeze.

Warmth and inspire all the soldiers who follow him.

Whether it was the Han people, Wuheng people, Yuezhi people, Huiqu people, or even the Huns.

Treat everyone equally, reward your merits and punish your mistakes!

Under his command, there were seven Huns, five Yue clans, three Wuheng people and two Huiqu people, who were appointed as marquises.

He is like the sun, emitting endless light and heat, allowing everyone to follow his battle banner willingly.

Back then, I was attracted by him and captured by him, so I was willing to charge for him.

Just like these young children, nephews and grandchildren today, surrounded outside the valley, full of expectation and yearning, full of worship and admiration.

only……

only……

The old people lowered their heads and silently sang a battle song they learned in their military career: "Fighting in the south of the city, die of Guo Bei, and die of wild animals and will not be buried in the wild and can be eaten..."

The low singing echoed in the dome.

The ignorant children just felt novel and sang with their grandfathers: "For me, Wu: For Kehao! I will be grateful if I don't have to be buried in the wild, how can the rotten meat go to escape?"

The children do not understand war, have never seen those cruel battlefields, nor can they feel the artistic conception in the lyrics, and they even unaware that their grandfathers were already filled with tears and their tears were wet. They just sang simply: "The water is deep and intense, and the reeds are dark; the owls died in battle, and the horses lingered. The beams built a room, how south? How north?"

The tender singing spread to the distance with the chanting.

However, the old people's voices were already choked and they could no longer sing.

The Huiqu cavalry who followed the Huns to fight against the Huns, swept across the grasslands, swept across the desert, had only more than 300 veterans who could unarm their armor alive and enjoy the support and preferential treatment of the Han Dynasty.

But back then, there were as many as 5,000 Huiqu herders from all directions, flocking to various tribes, rushing to serve the cavalry!

On Gaolan Mountain, there are corpses and in the vast sea, countless comrades and hands and feet are buried in the yellow sand.

There were Han people, Yuezhi people, Wuheng people, and Huiqu people.

Looking at the children, nephews and grandchildren in the distance who admired, looked forward and excited like those who were like me and others back then.

The old people know that the sun is very warm, but when it gets too close, it will be burned to ashes.

How many of them, their children and grandchildren, can come back alive in the future?

And now how many of these young children who are playing around themselves will ride on war horses, follow the noble man, go to a foreign land, and never return?

The elderly don’t know and dare not speculate.

but……

The old people suddenly laughed.

They stroked the scars and arrow wounds on their bodies, and felt the faint pain coming from them.

Let them recall the battles in the past, the brave and fearless charges again and again.

On the battlefield of the golden swords and iron horses, there seemed to be still echoing the shouts of my comrades: "Fight for the General of the Cavalry, I will die without regrets!"

Yes, isn’t the happiest thing for a soldier just to fight for someone worth dying? Wasn’t it just to sacrifice for a belief that he can fight for the death?

At the beginning, General Cavalry of the Grand Marshal was a hero who was worthy of everyone, no matter he was a Han or a Hu person, no matter he was blonde, blue-eyed, or black-haired and black-eyed, could gamble his life and everything and fight for it to the death.

This hero also instilled a belief that everyone is willing to fight to the death.

He told the Han people and the Wuheng people, Xiao Yuezhi people: You guys, we fight for revenge! The sins that the Huns once committed to us must be repaid!

The blood debt can only be paid back by blood!

The Huns will never stop fighting! They will be determined to stop until death!

He told Huiqu people that Xu Tu Ren and Hun Xie people: The Xiongnu Ji Zuo family led the beasts to eat people, bully, and exploit you, and others. Can you please follow me to fight to destroy them? Spread the benevolence of the Han emperor all over the world!

Although few people can understand this, at least, they have faith.

There is something to fight for and fight for.

Even though he was injured by dozens of injuries, he was deeply trapped in a siege.
To be continued...