The grasslands in the Tang Dynasty were completely different from those in later generations. After entering it, Li Chengqian discovered the difference.

First of all, there is a river network. Some rivers that have dried up in later generations are still abundant in water, and some desertified grasslands in later generations are still dense here. Secondly, rainfall. Compared with the droughts that occur from time to time in later generations, the rainfall in the grasslands in northern desert can also be described as disasters.

Walking on the ground similar to half-swamp, Li Chengqian had to be glad that he had listened to the advice of Su Dingfang and Xi Junxi before leaving and left all the heavy equipment in Dingxiang City. Otherwise, according to the current situation, he could only abandon all his baggage, or simply fall into a dilemma.

"Your Highness, not far ahead is the Xueyantuo people's settlement. Do you want to attack?" In the heavy rain, Dong Jiansen wiped the rain from his face and shouted loudly.

"Attack, kill them all." Li Chengqian narrowed his eyes, covered his forehead with his hands, and looked at the rain curtain in front of him, as if he wanted to see something from the air.

"Yes!" Dong Jiansen agreed loudly, and made countless gestures immediately.

In such bad weather, the voice of the voice will be blown away by the strong wind as soon as it is released. It is far better to express the verbal orders than to express them with gestures.

With Dong Jiansen's gesture, countless black figures flashed around, just like ghosts in the rain, passing by Li Chengqian's side and heading towards the depths of the rain curtain in the distance.

God didn't seem to want to see the impending killing. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops as big as beans hit the face with a faint feeling of pain.

This place is more than twenty miles away from where Li Chengqian and his friends just rested. In these twenty miles, the sky has turned from the original blue to the gloomy, followed by a light rain. After more than twenty breaths, it turned into a heavy rain. As for now... if you have to describe it, it is God who is urinating!

The entire world has been covered with deafening sounds of water. Raindrops fall on grass leaves and on the ground. All the sounds gather together so that there is only one sound in the entire space, that is, the sound of water.

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In the settlement of Xueyantuo people, the heavy rain made everyone hide back to the yurt. Only some women, children and the elderly seemed a little deserted in the yurt. The laughter of the past no longer existed, and a faint worry appeared on everyone's faces.

"Dad, look at the weather, the rain will not stop today. Why don't you rest earlier?" The old chief of the tribe sat by a bonfire and roasted the fire, and his daughter sat beside him.

The rain is too heavy, the air is cold and humid, the temperature in the yurt is a bit low, and it can make people feel more comfortable by relying on the fire.

"After this rain, the weather is about to turn cold. It's time to prepare the forage for winter!" The old chief had wrinkles on his face, and his eyes were full of worry: "Khan transferred all the young and strong people in the clan at this time. There must be someone preparing the forage for winter. It seems that he should be earlier this year!"

"But the grass is still green now and it is not resistant to storage at all. It will rot in no time after it is brought back." The old chief's daughter whispered, with a hint of complaint in her tone.

"Then let's wait for a while. I don't know when this battle will end. I just hope that Khan will not completely anger the Tang Dynasty, otherwise the good days on the grassland will probably be lived..." The old chief suddenly stopped after a while and looked at the door of the yurt vigilantly.

"What's wrong? Dad?" The girl found that the father suddenly stopped talking and raised her head curiously.

"Listen, there seems to be a scream." The old chief's brows almost twisted into a lump, and he listened to the sound outside with all his strength.

It’s not because the old chief is nervous. It’s really a time when the tribe is short of manpower. If there is really an emergency, it will be a catastrophe for them.

"No sound is there? Dad, are you listening badly?" The girl listened carefully for a while and asked in confusion.

"No, no matter if I don't listen, I'll go and see it, not to mention some wild beasts." The old man was very stubborn. Despite his repeated persuasion, he still put on a straw raincoat made of artemisia.

The change suddenly happened at this moment. Just as the old man reached out to pull the door of the yurt, the entire door was knocked open from the outside with a "bang", which scared the old chief and slanted. At the same time, two black figures rushed into the room.

"Ah..." The girl was startled by the person who rushed in, but she soon woke up and ran to the weapon stand on the side.

The grassland is different from the Central Plains. The folk customs here can no longer be described as tough. What you have to say should be barbaric. Not only are young and strong men in a tribe, but even women and the elderly are equipped with swords and swords for many years.

This can prevent some wild animals, and it can also be used to defend themselves when encountering some threats.

But this time the girl obviously miscalculated her opponent. The two guys who looked like thieves were obviously experts in killing.

The moment the man rushed in, the old chief who was frightened by them stood up straight, the narrow blade crossed the air like a piece of training, drew a shrill arc in the air, and directly passed through the old man's chest. Before the old man's scream was released, the person rolled on the spot and inserted his long sword into the old man's ribs diagonally. The blade more than two feet long was halfway through.

"Dad..." The girl was completely stunned by everything in front of her. In her eyes, her omnipotent father had no room for dodging and was cruelly killed by the visitor, which was completely unacceptable to her.

But the girl's thinking ended. Just after she called out the word "Dad", another person's hand had cut through her slender neck and took away her eighteen-year-old life.

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In just two or three breaths, two fresh lives disappeared, but the two figures who committed the murder did not even say a word, just looked at each other lightly, then glanced around the room and turned around and retreated, but kicked the bonfire onto a pile of flammable materials before leaving.

Outside, the heavy rain was still there. With the deafening sound of water, countless black shadows flashed in every corner of the tribe. Every time two to three people rushed into a yurt in groups, they flashed out for a moment. After they came out, the yurt would soon ignite a fire. It was not too late and then extinguished in the heavy rain. But it was obvious that no living person came out again.

In this heavy rainy day, the name of the black ghost began to spread on the grassland. There was obviously no living entendre, but Li Chengqian and the others still passed on, gradually becoming a taboo on the grassland.

However, such killing seemed to be just the beginning. As time went by, the name of the Black Ghost became more and more popular, and soon it reached Yimang's ears.

It seems that I still owe two chapters o(╥﹏╥)o
Chapter completed!