Catching Cicadas

"The vines in Hanshan are the back of the bow, and the tendons of Lu Qilin are the bowstrings; the bows and arrows that shoot through the twelve layers of clouds and sky will disperse the dark clouds in the ghost realm..."

A loud singing sounded on the grassland. Amid the praises of the archers, Nadamu began an archery competition. The competition was divided into three types: still shooting, riding shooting, and long shooting. The style, weight, length and pulling force of the bow and arrow were not limited. Each person shot nine arrows, and the shooting was divided into three rounds. The top three were evaluated by the number of arrows hitting the target. This was a good use of bows and arrows and occasionally used.

Hongniangzi, Feng Lei and others are good at personal martial arts. There is still a gap in archery compared to the top scorers on the grassland. In quiet shooting and long shooting, Hongniangzi rushed into the third place but ranked last. Feng Lei and Jing Foer did not even enter the top ten, and basically eliminated the possibility of continuing to participate in wrestling competitions.

The first thing to ride and shoot was to be neither Buhe of Tainingwei nor Sukhbaru of Fuyuwei, but the great Han Hala sent by the three Jurchen tribes. The second thing was Buhe and the third thing was Sukhbaru, and the Hongniangzi ranked fourth. This time, the Hala of the Jurchen tribe immediately attracted the attention of all parties.

Because although Hongniang won the riding competition, her body shape is too thin compared to Mongolian warriors. Wrestling competitions are a comprehensive use of strength and skills. Mongolian nobles often use wrestling to select strong men. Is Hongniang like a strong men?

Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun arrived at the Boke stadium under the protection of the guards, and found a place in the circular viewing field spontaneously formed by the herdsmen. They learned to sit on the ground and look at the center of the stadium, where there was just a soft grass now.

The competition began, and the first pair of contestants slowly walked towards the field from both sides. As soon as they came over, the herdsmen watching and cheering made a smile. The scene on both sides was like a bull shaking its sharp horns and facing a little Aries. Compared with such a huge gap, this competition of power didn't have to continue.

Coming towards him was Lis Alathanula of Fuyuwei. This was a man in his early twenties, with a large figure and a round waist. He was wearing a collar made of colorful cloth strips on his neck, and a leather waistband with black chest exposed on his upper body. The vest was inlaid with bubble spikes made of brass silk, and a pair of fat and pleated pants made of sixteen-foot-long colorful silk on the lower body. His feet were riding on horseback boots, and his feet were majestic.

Looking up and down at Cui Ying, the only shortlist from the Onon River Taka Tribe, he raised his eyebrows and showed a disapproving smile on his face. This thin body, no matter how good his skills are, it is impossible to defeat him. His waist is three times thicker than Cui Ying. As long as he uses a three-point force, it is enough to throw this white-faced boy out of the arena.

"Hey, get rid of this competitor for Suhbaru, Lord Baiyin will definitely give me a thick reward." Alatanula licked her thick lips and smiled.

Everyone could see that the person with the pseudonym Cui Ying was a Han Chinese, but the three guards of Duoyan and the Daming Guard were mixed together, and the Han tourists were the most common here, and the best integration effect was the best. Not only were many Mongolians wearing Han Chinese at home, but they were familiar with Han customs. There were also many things to do when they married each other or hired each other to work. The two rough men, Feng Lei and Jing Foer, could no longer see the appearance of Han Chinese, which provided a good cover for Cui Ying'er, and no one suspected her identity because of this.

Cui Ying'er was wearing a mysterious suit, tight and short, like a warrior from the Central Plains. Her figure gave people a petite feeling compared to the strong man like a mountain in front of her. Although she was a man in the eyes of others, a kind-hearted shepherd was shouting loudly, asking Alatan Ula to show mercy and not hurt this handsome Hanke like a big girl.

Of course, the most fiercer people are those straightforward and enthusiastic Mongolian girls. Their sympathy and overwhelming motherhood make them stand on the side of the Hongma. Even if the beautiful little white faces travel around the world, they are popular in front of the girls.

The Hongniang did not stare at the Mongolian man standing like a mountain opposite, but secretly glanced at Yang Ling among the crowd. It would be fine if we could not meet each other, but we lived so close to each other. But we could not see him every day. This may be a torment for Cui Ying'er, who was tied deep in love to Yang Ling.

But since Yang Ling scolded her harshly last time, she no longer dared to rely on her martial arts to make decisions. As a matchmaker who stood out in the first two competitions, she must have attracted many attention. The Matchmaker didn't care about someone's idea of ​​her, but was afraid that Yang Ling would cause trouble.

After only one glance, when he met Yang Ling's concerned eyes, Hong Madam withdrew her gaze and moved the corners of her tight lips.

Opposite, Alatan Ula sang a challenge song, which was the habit of wrestlers. Before appearing, she sang a challenge song three times to boost her momentum. Originally, Cui Ying'er should have also started singing, but as a native of the Central Plains, Hong Niangzi felt like laughing when she watched the other party sing, so where could she sing it?

Seeing that the other party's friends of Fuyu Guard were all responding with great momentum, Hongniang stood there with his hands on his back and did not move. Feng Lei, who was worried that her aura would be weak, immediately greeted his brothers and cheered. Among them, there were Mongolian soldiers who sang war songs loudly, while the subordinates of the White Army shouted Chinese words such as "The flag was successful, and the horse was successful, and the water was falling."

Alatanwula jumped out in a dance of an eagle spreading her wings, while Hongniang steadily headed towards the field, and stood there calmly in the middle, with both feet and hands behind her back. Although she was petite with him and her movements were not in line with the heroic posture of a man-matched man, such a master had a stern look, and no one dared to sneer.

Alatan Ulaza scattered his arms and turned around Hongmao twice. Hongmaza just stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the void. No matter where he turned, he not only did not move, but also didn't even glance at the corner of his eyes. Alatan Ula couldn't help but roar and pounced on him.

Mongolian-style wrestling will hold each other as soon as they come up. It is a failure to touch the ground any part above the knee, but you cannot hold your legs, do not move your joints, and do not pull your pants. Experts fight. They should have fought for sumo, circling and stalemate, and their legs and knees hit each other to find the flaws of the other party. However, Hong Niangzi's figure really makes people unable to see any threat.

Alatanwula is a famous master of Fuyuwei. He was unwilling to accept the rankings in the first two games. He was determined to win a game, so he used the most domineering method of grabbing and throwing. This is a technique that can be used only when the two have a huge difference in strength. He wants to kill with one blow and set his head first.

A tiger jumped, and amid the shouts of the shepherds, his huge body turned flexibly, shaking like a left and right. The infertile people held Hongniang's shoulder with a look and pulled her body up suddenly. The girls screamed in fear. If this rash man threw Cui Ying out like this, the other party's body would be so thin. Once it landed, the lightest consequence would be that the lumbar spine would be broken into several pieces and he would become a paralyzed from then on.

As expected, Alatanwula did not show any mercy. His huge body turned on the spot. He threw the Hongniang out with the power of his waist and legs...

The Hongmao was thrown into the air and tied her waist and chest tightened, turned over in the air, and then landed steadily on the ground, with her feet on the ground, without any violation. Alatan Ula was shocked and rushed over to catch her again. The Hongmao smiled and moved forward and retreated, like a butterfly wearing a flower. The fluttering clothes made the girls on the grassland fascinated and angry. Ula was furious.

Now he just wants to catch Cui Ying, who is like a swimming fish, and use the method of pounce to subdue him, but unexpectedly, Cui Ying'er is not as easy to deal with as before. It would be better if his hands were not touched by the Red Lady. Once he touched the other person's body, he was in a mess. He either staggered forward or was shocked away.

Not only was the shepherd at the scene surprised to see this strangeness. Someone reported the news to the sweat tent, and Queen Yinqi of Duoyan and Living Buddha and others also came out to see the fun. Although there was also a method of removing strength in wrestling, there was no such skillful method of removing strength, nor did he use the strength to fight strength. Yinqi looked at the handsome and handsome body skills and skills of the Hongniang, and could not help but have a moment of obsession. He felt that no one in the world could be as fascinating as him.

Qiu Yangzhu Zha Living Buddha looked at it for a while, couldn't help but admire it, and said, "This Han man should be a very clever Chinese method of falling clothes."

Of course, the Hongniang would not lose anything. However, this living Buddha has not walked into the Central Plains in his entire life. He has heard the monks in the temple mention the Central Plains Kung Fu many times. Seeing that her skills are very similar, he took it for granted. Yin Qi said, "What kind of Kung Fu is that? Is that very powerful?"

"It's amazing. This kind of powerful kung fu is similar to our Big Hand Seal Kung fu. It's a very clever martial art!"

After hearing this, not only did Queen Yin Qi bet on the agile look of Hong Niang's agile posture and also had a little respect, but even those who heard what the Living Buddha said on both sides were full of awe.

The news spread quickly, and those who were full of confidence to win the wrestling championship were immediately depressed. The living Buddha, who was respectful in Liande, also praised him so much, which shows that his kung fu was really good. Although he used not authentic wrestling skills, he did not violate the wrestling rules at all. Who can blame him?

Now let alone winning the game, what they have to worry about is how to play decently, and not embarrassingly as Ula as dilemma.

People live for profit and die for profit. As Nadam gradually approaches the end, those who pursue profit uncontrollably begin to massacre in different places.

Hala, the son of the chief of the Ordori tribe of Jurchen, was having a banquet with his brothers in his tent. The tent was very far away, and the core area was the tent of the Mongols who came to participate in the competition, and the Han merchants who were very popular among the shepherds. However, the Jurchens had no status in the eyes of the Mongols, even though he was the son of a chief.

Hala, who was arrogant and arrogant, didn't want to see the Mongols rolling his eyes, so he set up the camp tent on a grass slope far away, and only the brothers of the same clan who came with him lived here with him. The sum of his first two results was already among the best, and he was confident that he would never be weaker than anyone in the Boke competition. It can be said that he had taken another step closer to Queen Doyan and that pretty and cute girl. He was naturally very happy in his heart.

His father is in charge of more than 1,000 miles and has 600 households under his command. He is a large tribe in the Jianzhou Jurchens. If he can marry Queen Duoyan, his family will become the largest family in the Jurchens. He will surrender and surrender more and more Jurchens. It is precisely for this reason that Suwan sent his son to Duoyanwei. He hopes to win the championship in the Three Arts.

Hala is indeed a very skilled warrior in the Jurchen tribe. His event is scheduled to relax here in the afternoon, which is much better than going to the field to watch others' games against the sun. Although after winning, some heroes who participated in the competition in the morning will inevitably take action, Hala does not want to watch the game now.

There are more than 30 kinds of tricks such as kicking, tripping, entangling, picking, hooking, etc., and more than 300 moves. Everyone on the grassland understands these skills. There are no tricks or secret techniques. It depends entirely on the other party's use and their own strength. Facing different opponents, the skills and power displayed by the other party are different. If you observe them, you will have no benefits in preconceived ideas.

There is no music, no singing and dancing, but Hala and his brothers were very happy to drink. He had a lot of alcohol, and drinking moderately would not affect his skills, but would increase his strength. It is conducive to better performance. When his tribe had a fight with other tribes, Hala often carried a pocket of strong wine instead of drinking water.

Hala held up the big bowl and just drank a bowl of strong wine. When he heard a brother next to him talk about Queen Yinqi's beauty vividly, he couldn't help but put down the cup and laugh loudly. It seemed that the little beauty with a noble status and handsome appearance had become his wife.

The weather was very clear, and the wind was so refreshing when it was blowing into the tent. This was a good day, and he would definitely live up to his hopes and successfully embraced the beauty. Hala thought so, and used a knife to prick a piece of blood sausage into his wide mouth, and chewed it hard.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" A sound of cracking silk started, and the wind in the tent suddenly became stronger. The surrounding area was suddenly cut by more than ten sharp steel knives at the same time, and then they rushed into a person from the cracks. Holding the sharp blade in his hand. Without saying a word, he stabbed the Jurchens who turned around in surprise.

He was prepared to kill but not. Moreover, the other party was obviously proficient in close-up martial arts. Before the sound of shattering silk was broken, the sound of the blade entering the body sounded in the tent. A short scream suddenly accumulated on the carpet.

As the brave warrior in the leader, he was not immune to the salvation. He raised his hands and smashed the cup, plate and table at a handsome young man who rushed over. He was shocked to find that when he rushed over at an astonishing speed, he could still move away like a ghost to avoid his sudden outbreak of resistance.

No, it was not moving horizontally, and the body that was staggering to the side was not slow to rush forward. Hala's hand just touched the hilt of the knife, and the sharp sword edge had already pierced into his throat. Talk and laughter and feast disappeared in an instant, and in just a moment, the treacherous and ventilated tent was filled with pools of blood and corpses, which were desolate.

"Let's go!" The short order came from the Han man who was stabbed to death. His sword tip rubbed against Hala's body, quickly returned the sheath, leading the men out of the tent like smoke.

Away, two herders were driving the flock of sheep to grazing by the mirror-like sea. A dozen people who flashed out of the ragged tent jumped onto the horses and walked leisurely to the distance. From afar, no one seemed to pay attention to what was happening here. One of the powerful competitors of the queen's husband was missing.

Just as Hong Niangzi threw a clean and neatly over her shoulder and smashed Ula's huge body to the ground, news of Hala's death arrived, and she suddenly became nervous at the grassland competition.

The Nadam Conference was forced to suspend, and Queen Yinqi personally led people to deal with the matter of Hala. In her eyes, Hala's tribe was naturally vulnerable, and the Jurchen tribe did not have a powerful force. Although the Jurchens were divided into three major divisions, each division was still full of constant tribal revenge. They were not united, and there was no strong leader, which had no impact on the three guards of Duoyan.

But a son of the chief who came to participate in the competition died in her territory, which was a challenge to Queen Duoyan's authority. If she did not stand up and preside over the overall situation at this time, she would throw away Queen Shunming's majesty in front of all tribes.

Before Hong Niangzi showed such outstanding skills, Hala was the only warriors outside the Three Guards of Duoyan who were qualified to win the championship. He was suddenly killed at this time. Moreover, this Jurchen tribe had no feud with the tribes in the competition. The only explanation was that some people were afraid of his strength, so they used despicable means to eliminate the strange.

Taining Wei is suspected, and Fuyu Wei is also suspected. Any party involved in the expulsion of the final winner is suspected, but Hong Niangzi does not, because the skill she showed proves that she does not need to use such means at all. She will even be the next person to be removed by each party.

The shepherds on the grassland were inquiring about the news, and all the people in the land were ordered to stay where they were and were not allowed to leave for the time being. Until the dusk was vast, Queen Yinqi and Bai Yin, Agudamu and others rode back, and rushed to the platform like a gust of wind.

Queen Yinqi climbed up to the platform with a deep face and announced in a stern manner that she had ordered an immediate investigation of the cause of Hala's death and that the murderer must be found and severely punished. Give the Jurchens an explanation to not panic in the grassland tribes. At the same time, the tribes on the Nadalmus grassland lived in mixed camps, and the murderer could take advantage of the opportunity, so she ordered the tribes to move back to Duoyan City immediately and were not allowed to stay here.

Yin Qi ordered and deployed it in a very orderly manner, which made Bai Yin, who had never taken her seriously and completely regarded her as a little girl with no opinion, was secretly surprised.

Finally, Yin Qi looked at the herdsmen of tribes from all sides who were whispering in surprise and whispered loudly, and announced loudly: "The people who are qualified to enter the finals include Buhe, Sukhbaru and Cui Ying. Uncle Baiyin and Uncle Agudamu, please protect the safety of your nephews. As for Cui Ying of this Taka Tribe, they have the least staff. I will take him back to the royal palace until Nadamu ends!"

The Hongniang was stunned. She didn't expect Yin Qi to publicly express her affection for her. She used the excuse to let her move into the palace in order to protect her safety. She couldn't help but look up on the platform, and her eyes touched Yin Qi, touching the little girl's eager, smiling eyes. The Hongniang felt numb and immediately had goosebumps.

The fearless Hongmao was afraid of Queen Yin Qi. She quietly turned her begging eyes to Yang Ling, and Yang Ling smiled and said nothing. She just smiled at her, making her feel a little calm. Cheng Qiyun, behind him, gave her a charming smile to her. She blinked in a hint, and nodded gently. Thinking of the two people's agreement, she looked at Yang Ling with a determined face, Hongmao had to bite the bullet and walk towards Queen Yin Qi reluctantly.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her body, and she was long and showed her majesty on Nadamu. She is now like a prisoner who was taken to prison, feeling sad and anxious...

At this time, a fire was lit on the Korqin grassland. This season, grass is not easy to ignite, but if the tents, carpets, beddings and bedding of nearly 3,000 people in Wu'en's tribe were poured with butter and fat, and let them burn them to the fullest. The grass that was above the waist of the people would soon be dried and ignited, and thick black smoke came out, and then under the wind, it spewed the blazing flames and burned into the distance.

It's so vicious. This season is the most abundant time for the aquatic plants. Few grassland tribes ignite the grassland where they depend for their survival when fighting each other to attack each other. This is the absolute life of the people of the square tribe. However, now, the crazy Yibula actually did this thing that both the heavens and the man and the heavens were angry.

The survivors of the Uenqi tribe cried and ran for life on the grassland. They were now convinced that the group of people dressed in the Western Regions, such as those sent by Yibula to make trouble, and they had to rush back immediately to report to the leader: Ola had taken action against Korqin!

This mercenary was originally a group of desperate people, but now he has received direct orders from Cheng Qiyun and Adni: he can use all means to attack the grassland tribes and successfully provoke a war between them. Everyone is a great achievement, can get a lot of rewards, and all the plundering gains belong to the individual. What else do they have to worry about?

Tunmi led his people all the way north. This area was originally a border between the Oirat, the White Army and the Korqin tribes. It is relatively the safest and peaceful place at present. As long as you accelerate your journey to the northeast, you can return to the sphere of influence of the White Army, which is much safer. After all, they are just a small team.

They walked along the way and set fires, and fire and smoke rose everywhere on the Korqin grassland!

The robbers shouted excitedly, and the hump was filled with goods. This time, except for the little things that were pretending, they had been replaced with real property, which was plundered from the Uenchi tribe.

After walking along a winding river for about dozens of miles, under a high slope, they ignited a fire again, and the grass here became more lush and once it got stronger, the wind suddenly became stronger, and the flames rushed around and rolled towards the hinterland of Korqin. The thick smoke in the sky was like a black dragon, and it also carried the ashes of the burning grass and trees.

"Hahahaha..." Tunmi stood on the high slope and laughed loudly. At the same time, he looked at the destructive effect created by his own hands with interest. They were originally predators on the grassland. They did not need to grazing, and they did not consider the fire. If the fire continued to burn down the wind and turned the ten thousand acres of grassland into a piece of black soil, then how would the tribes on this land live?

In fact, he doesn't have to think about it. The seven major disasters on the grassland, white disasters (big snow), and black disasters (no snow in winter) are nightmares for the entire grassland. Whenever they encounter this situation, they will become robbed by the whole people. The wealthy Han people use farming and the rich Han people to plunder, burn and kill, and do everything they do.

As for wind disasters, fires, droughts, diseases and wolves disasters, then which tribe encounters a tribe that is unlucky. Even if they have no hatred with other tribes, their final outcome will mostly go to fight for life and death with the unaffected tribes. Now, several major fires are created artificially to let them vent their anger on the Oirats.

"Chief. It's time for us to leave here," said the Korean swordsman.

"Wait, brother, don't you think this is a rare scenery? You should have a good view. We rarely do such interesting things." Tunya replied with a smile. His moving "Secret Eye" suddenly stopped. After a moment, he said, "Hey! Someone is here."

The subordinates immediately became nervous. Someone had already taken out his sword and gun. Tunmi smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, there are only a few hundred people. They are Tatars, ah, they are in such a mess. Why are they running over to face the fire?"

In the camera, hundreds of knights were clearly seen arching, trying desperately to bypass the fire and come from the side. But the fire was burning too fast, and they were in a mess. Everyone covered their faces with cloth towels, but they were still confused by the thick smoke and ashes. If they hadn't controlled the horses tightly, the horse would have already fled in panic.

"A few hundred people? That's not a problem. They don't want to put out the fire or block the grassland. What are they going here?" Gao Lei, a swordsman from Goryeo asked in confusion.

The treacherous businessman Tunmi stopped and smiled coldly, "No matter what, we have no friends here. Everyone we can meet is our enemy. Everyone who can be killed must find a way to kill anyone. Kill them too, and burn them a little more. Hey, come here, let's prepare well."

This group of wolf-like warriors began to prepare again. Soon, they turned into a merchant who leisurely sang folk songs from afar, walked over to the group of knights who were rushing over.

The team rushed to the front with smoke and fireworks. Their faces were covered with grass and their eyes were half open. Some people were still crying. Although most people were coughing desperately, they still held the weapons in their hands and looked at the marching team.

Tunya and others spoke and dressed up, especially the merchant team, and there were a few women, which quickly dispelled their doubts. No team would take women with them.

A man who looked like a leader approached and greeted Touma politely and asked for some clear water, which they needed to moisten their thirsty throat. Touma entrusted them enthusiastically and asked someone to remove the water bag from under the hump, giving it generously to these dirt-faced knights.

They were obviously just walking around the continuous fire. Not only did they run quickly and their blood boil, but they were also so choking that they couldn't breathe all the time because they were so choking that they couldn't breathe. At this time, there were a lot of clear water, and everyone drank it to their hearts. Someone had the pleasure of drinking it, spraying the water on their heads and necks. These sturdy knights burst into laughter.

The whisker under the jaw, a gentle leader who had not moved his mouth and took a sip, did not move, and the more than twenty men with sharp eyes standing in front of him stood up straight on the horse. Although they were choking, their faces were black and gray, their lips were dry and cracked, they were still like stakes, and they didn't even move their eyes toward other places.

Such a dedicated guard. Moreover, everyone's figure was like a cast iron. It can be seen that as long as they pulled out the long sword around their waists, they were all heroes. Tun Mi couldn't help but feel dark in her heart, and she was also secretly curious about the identity of the leader in front of her who didn't seem to have much domineering spirit.

But no matter who he is, this battle is inevitable. When they escaped from the fire, the thing they wanted most was clear water. So Tunya had already poisoned people in the water in advance. Although these warriors only had hundreds of people, even the powerful aura was even more than enough for the iron armored team of thousands of people.

What Tunmi and others believe in is: as long as they can kill their opponents, they will use whatever method is the most labor-saving. Despicable is a kind of appreciation; shamelessness also requires ability. If you can not present a hero, you will never pretend to be a big-tailed wolf!

Seeing his subordinates' presumptuousness, the slightly gentle leader laughed and bowed to Tunmi Fu's chest and said, "My subordinates are too rude. I have wasted so much water. I will compensate you later."
To be continued...