Spring and Autumn I Am King

"snake!"

In the military camp of Zhao Jun, which was parked in a mountain col, a burst of exclamations resounded all around, followed by a rush of beatings.

This situation has been going on for several days. After the Battle of Rao Leshui, Zhao Jia implored the three commanders to send troops to the east to pursue the remnants of Donghu. After thinking over and over again, Xu Qu decided to take the infantry and chariot soldiers to **** the prisoners back to Dai County first. The Shangjun cavalry of the Postal Service Department rested on the upper reaches of the Rao Le River as a support, and the remaining 3,000-odd Dai County light cavalry followed with the new ones. Chigou and Zhao Jia head east to find the old nest of the Donghu people: Chishan.

Chishan is located in the southern part of the Daxing'an Mountains and the northern foothills of the Yanshan Mountains. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides, high in the west and low in the east, with many mountains and hills, which is very different from the situation on the grasslands. Moreover, there are many pit vipers here. Zhao Jun often disturbs these poisons when they are camping. After a few days of marching, dozens of people have been bitten to death.

Viper is just one of many difficulties, exhaustion and supplies plagued this expedition force all the time. Fortunately, many years of living in Daibei have made the good families from Nei County accustomed to eating jerky and drinking buttermilk.

What's more, the male and female who accompanied the army didn't complain, how could everyone be inferior to one woman? So he could only grit his teeth and move on.

No one knew about the Zhao cavalry who were secretly competing with the daughter-in-law. The joy and danger of galloping in these days made Zhao Jia happy.

The little girl who stalked her elder brother and acted like a spoiled child in the Changle Palace of Weiyang Palace, the little girl who caused trouble everywhere and hoped to attract the attention of Zhao Hou, was not her true nature. Only after she came to the grassland did she find her true self.

Zhao Jia still remembers that after she made a big mistake five years ago, she chose to self-exile so as not to embarrass her brother. At that time, although she went hunting on horseback in the outskirts of Yecheng many times, she had never experienced a long journey of thousands of miles. It wasn't until three days after she was on the road that she knew that riding was not an easy task.

Sitting on the saddle for several days left her with scars on her buttocks and blood flow. Her thighs had been rubbed for a long time, peeling off badly. Her hands were also blistered by the reins. She stepped on the stirrups for a long time to exert force, and the muscles in her feet and back hurt her. Can't even sit up straight.

But she gritted her teeth and persevered. Before she saw Daijun Grassland, she refused to get on the carriage and be a delicate and weak male-daughter.

Gradually, calluses grew on the wound to heal, and riding a horse was no longer a torment. Zhao Jia began to notice the beauty of the mountains and rivers in Zhao State.

She crossed the undulating Taihang Mountains and walked through the steep mountain pass of Hukou Road; outside the solid walls of Taiyuan City, countless farmlands were connecting together on the wasteland, and in the distance, coniferous leaves covered the top of the head, and the trunks of trees were as wide as carts. * Small dense pine forest inhabited by musk deer and snow leopards. She waded through many narrow and swift rivers, set up camp under the snow-capped Xiawu Mountain, then bypassed the Yanmen Pass, which was difficult for birds to cross, and began to gallop on the Daibei Straight as straight as an arrow.

Just like this, she stopped and walked. After more than a month, she finally arrived at her destination, the grassland outside Mayi.

Unlike Yecheng, which is full of fireworks and towers stacked together, everything in front of you is full of vitality.

"The sky is bright, the fields are vast, and the wind blows the grass and sees the cows and sheep. The short song sung by my brother is right." Zhao Jia was so excited that she rushed into the grassland, surrounded by tall and soft grass. And Zhao she let herself drown happily in the green waves, intoxicated.

The air was filled with the fragrance of grass and earth, mixed with the smell of horseshoe and her sweat. Zhao Jia smiled happily, took a deep breath of all this, then turned over and dismounted, and let the white horse go to eat the flowers, while she took off her boots presumptuously, and stepped on her toes in the black mud, allowing them to breathe freely. the taste of.

When she was in Changle Palace, she was like a little bird who was favored but had a hard time breaking away from the fence. There were many people who liked her and admired her, and there were many people who hated her and hated her. But here, the sky is high and the birds fly, the sea is wide and the fish leaps, not to mention the eyes of others.

Here, she cried for the past and laughed for the future. On this day, she experienced her own transformation, and the sky and the green land witnessed her real wedding ceremony.

It's a pity that at this moment, her brother was not there.

For the next few years, Zhao Jia jumped on the saddle eagerly every morning, eager to see more wonders. Her white horse's hooves have trod across many places: Loufan, Linhu, Yinshan, Hetao. If she wears a felt hat, a sheepskin, a horse pole in hand, and dresses up as a prairie girl, no one will recognize her. Indeed it did. And countless times of going out and escaping from danger, she also improved her riding and archery skills, and even competed with Loufan warriors.

So in the battle of Mayi, it is not surprising that she can have such resilience and courage.

After Ma Yi's blockbuster, Zhao Jia returned to the spotlight again, and had to accept the eyes of others again.

"Shouldn't women be engaged in mulberry and hemp, sewing and mending?"

At first, the Daijun cavalry felt a little unacceptable for a woman who had become a "Guardian Colonel", wearing armor and riding a horse beside them to give orders and command. However, the noble status of this lady and her contribution to Mayi are real. Since there is no rule that "women are not allowed to be generals" in Zhao*fa, then her existence is reasonable, and everyone can only turn a blind eye. One eye, hope she doesn't bring trouble and bad luck to the army.

This impression was changed little by little on the ensuing march. In the march at the southern foot of Yinshan Mountain, Zhao Jia took the lead; in the raid on Dalai Nuoer, the female general did not let her men down, and ran and mounted without falling behind. In the current long-distance march, with steep slopes and rocks everywhere, she did not complain at all. When encountering a pit viper, she did not scream or be afraid. Instead, she took a knife and threw it to the cook with the snake's tail in her hand, asking him to give the soldiers extra meals. .

The army worships the strong, and the soldiers gradually, like the followers from Yecheng behind Jiazhu, are full of admiration and admiration for this strange woman, and they begin to follow her white horse willingly, for their own horseshoes. I am happy to be able to step on her hoof prints, and my blood boils for the good master to look at me...

But Zhao Jia's eyes rarely looked at the people around him, but looked straight ahead.

Since she is destined to not be able to get the person who is close at hand, she can only stay far away from him, and instead set her sights on a thousand miles...

...

Because it was an exotic march, Zhao Jun had to be careful, taking one step and three steps, and the ranger sentry was often placed dozens of miles away. After walking in the hills for five days, they finally entered the grassland again.

At the intersection of the mountains and grasslands, nine red peaks also suddenly appeared in front of them.

Zhao Jia's legs were cocooned, her lips were no longer as moist as they used to be, and her eyes were bloodshot, but her fighting spirit was not weakened in the slightest.

She rode her horse to the front, waved her whip, and asked the Donghu prisoners in the team.

"This is Chishan?"

The Donghu people's actions have already explained the answer. Although they surrendered and wore shackles in their hands, they still struggled to bow down to the nine red peaks, and worshipped with tears streaming down their faces, saying, "Ulan Hada..."

Xinzhigou was overjoyed: "In the Donghu language, Ulan means red and red, Hada means mountain peak, and Ulan Hada means Chishan!"

It turned out that this Chishan was originally called Jiu Nu Peak. In the legend of the Donghu people, in ancient times, the fairy in the sky accidentally knocked over the rouge box, and the rouge was scattered on the mountain, so nine red peaks appeared, and the fairy After being punished by the gods, she came to the world. Here, she met Rao Le Shuibo, and the two gods were combined, and this was the Donghu tribe. Therefore, the Donghu people have always regarded Rao Leshui as their father and Chishan as their mother.

There were no traces of Donghu people’s activities around. Zhao Jun moved forward cautiously. Two stone mounds made of stacked stones marked the road. Here are the tombs of two Donghu warriors. They have been guarding them for hundreds of years. To Chishan.

The stone mound stands here, it is huge, and the yak tail flags on it cast a long shadow on the rippling grassland, adding a border to the scenery of the red mountains in the distance.

Xinzhigou and Zhao Jia led Zhao Qi to pass between them and continued along the avenue trampled by the horse's hoofs. They looked around, and at the foot of Chishan, there was a simple city. The earth and stones from Chishan formed a red city wall to block the invaders.

"Isn't it that the Donghu people have no castles and never settle down?" Zhao Jia turned his head and asked.

Although Xinzhigou was the main general, he did not dare to neglect this noble-born female general, and said respectfully: "The Donghu people are indeed not involved in construction, what they call a city dwelling is just to dig a big hole in the ground, and then spread it with grass. However, in the past few years, under the leadership of Liuhe, Donghu has often plundered and plundered many people from Yan, Dai, and Laihui, and settled them in Chishan as slaves of the tribe. They planted millet and other grains in between to supplement the diet of the Donghu people after the grass withered in autumn, and even forced them to build castles and hoard their belongings.”

Zhao Jia understands: "It turned out to be the blood and sweat of Chinese people. No wonder the city looks so familiar. Hus have ravaged Daibei for many years. Today, we will go into the city to rescue Yan and Dai's captives, and they will belong to the Central Plains. Take everything back!"

In this city at the foot of Chishan, there are still many Donghu people fighting stubbornly, but they don't know how to defend the city. In less than half an hour, the city gate was broken, and Zhao Qi was allowed to rush into the city.

Although the city walls look decent, the buildings inside are really rudimentary. If you look around, you can see hundreds of domed earthen houses scattered in random order. They protrude from the ground and are replaced by thorny fences. The fence, covered with weeds, looks like a hill from a distance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ guarding the path leading to Chishan.

Looking up, this mountain road runs through the mountains like a flying snake, and extends to the main peak of Chishan. The road is covered with grass and soil, and wild flowers are covered like a carpet.

And above the peaks, is the center of this city, a red temple, the building is huge, as if it is connected to the sky...

The entire city was deserted, and the remnants of the Donghu people were gathered at the mountain road and the temple. On the Chishan, the rumbling drums were already sounding, like bursts of muffled thunder rolling in the sky, which was a sign that a sacrificial ceremony was about to begin...

"What is this for?" Zhao Jia looked at the temple on Chishan, listened to the drum beat, and asked inexplicably.

"There is an old saying on the grasslands, trapped beasts are still fighting."

Xinzhigou became serious and said, "The Donghu people are struggling to the death, these remnants are in despair and want to beg the gods to destroy us through blood sacrifices!"

ps: Historical materials related to Donghu are extremely scarce, and their customs mainly refer to "The Book of Later Han. Wuhuan and Xianbei Biography", because Wuhuan and Xianbei are descendants of Donghu. One more chapter tonight