SWDnovel Chapter 1379 Miracle
Chapter 1379 Miracle
Chapter 1379 Miracle
At the horizon, the first ray of morning light penetrated the night sky like a thin thread, and a faint golden color appeared on the horizon.
However, in this dim light, the torches in the military camp burned even more vigorously, and the flames jumped, illuminating the resolute faces of the soldiers.
Their faces looked dark and tough in the firelight, and their eyes revealed a determined light, like the Big Dipper in the dark night.
There were even many people who had uncontrollable excitement on their faces.
They set out from Pingcheng in the coldest days of winter and waited for so long outside the Great Wall, and finally the horn sounded.
"Woooooooo..."
The horn sounded, followed by the beating of war drums.
On the temporary parade ground where the snow had not yet completely melted, the soldiers had already finished forming their ranks when the drums sounded, as if it were a still forest.
Although they were not wearing armor, the weapons they held - swords, axes, spears - each exuded a unique luster.
A faint light circulated on the blade, as if it had life;
The blade of the halberd was extremely sharp, as if it could tear apart any obstacle;
The tip of the spear flashed with cold light, as if ready to pierce the enemy's defense at any time.
This is the Hanyang-made 3.0 standard of the Han Dynasty. It was ordered by the imperial court and forged by iron smelting workshops in Jiuyuan and Pingcheng.
On the high platform in the center of the parade ground, General Zhendong stood tall and straight, like a pine tree in the snow.
The battle robe was embroidered with exquisite patterns, and the blood red color representing the Yan Han Dynasty looked even brighter under the firelight.
His extremely handsome face appeared resolute and determined, with an unquestionable majesty revealed between his brows.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he scanned the soldiers below, as if he could see through everything. Every soldier who was swept by General Zhendong's eyes straightened up involuntarily.
Every moment when their eyes meet, it seems as if an invisible force is being transmitted.
General Zhendong's voice was clear and penetrating, echoing in the empty training grounds with the help of the iron horn:
"Soldiers!"
His call was like the morning bell and evening drum, shaking everyone present.
"Today, we stand here not for our own selfish interests, but to eliminate the bandits and quell the rebellion, to restore peace to the world, to protect the people's peace, to keep our wives, children, and even our descendants from suffering from war, and to restore the Han Dynasty for the third time and its prestige."
The words were like a raging fire, igniting the passion in the hearts of the soldiers.
The grassroots political education that has been carried out for many years has enabled these good family soldiers with Ji Han characteristics to understand why they are fighting.
"Soldiers, hold your weapons tightly and tell those barbarians who is the real master of the grassland!"
"Qiang!"
General Zhendong drew his sword and pointed it diagonally toward the sky. The sword light flashed like a meteor across the sky.
"drink!"
"drink!"
"drink!"
"wind!"
"wind!"
"wind!"
"Gale!"
The soldiers waved their weapons and shouted, and the sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out on the parade ground.
As the soldiers' emotions were ignited, determination gleamed in their eyes.
They gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white from the effort, as if they were concentrating all their strength at this moment.
They shouted in unison, and their voices rolled in like thunder, shaking the earth.
The early sun shone down, and the forest of weapons reflected the dazzling light, as if lightning flashed across the sky.
The cold light and the soldiers' eyes complement each other, forming a shocking picture.
"The army's morale is good!"
Dou Pin could only stand in the corner and watch all this. Even though he had a purpose for this trip, he still couldn't keep his composure and even his breathing became a little rapid:
"It has been so many years since I have seen such a majestic army..."
"The great man, the great man who made everyone he met his concubines, has finally returned..."
Dou Bin and his two sons, who had arrived early to wait for orders and were standing next to Dou Pin, had already turned pale.
Dou Huiti, in particular, began to tremble uncontrollably when he recalled that he had initially wanted to show off his tribe's brave warriors in front of the Han army.
On the stage, General Zhendong's voice was still echoing:
"This time, we have only one goal - victory! No matter how many bandits are ahead of us, we are not afraid, because we have the sharpest weapons in the world. No one can stop the soldiers of the Han Dynasty, no one!"
"Wind! Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"
Earth-shaking shouts broke out on the parade ground. The soldiers' blood boiled. They shouted in unison, and their voices surged like waves, echoing between heaven and earth.
"set off!"
It was already daybreak, and the campfire was still burning, the flames illuminating the cavalrymen's resolute faces.
They quickly checked their equipment and adjusted the saddles of their horses; every movement seemed so skillful and neat.
The air was filled with tension and excitement. Following the officers' orders, soldiers from each camp jumped on their horses and gripped the reins tightly.
The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, causing the snow to fly continuously, and the whole earth seemed to be shaking.
The figures of the soldiers of the vanguard camp were looming in the morning mist, like galloping dragons, galloping towards the distance.
"Their war horses are so strong. Even after a whole winter, they are still so strong!"
Dou Bin looked at the cavalrymen who kept leaving the camp, or to be more precise, the cavalrymen's horses, with disbelief and more of horror on his face.
Dou Bin seemed to have thought of something, and he lowered his head, as if praying, or muttering:
"God, did you really send a messenger?"
Some people say that Feng is a messenger sent by the God of Plague, who has brought endless disasters to the grassland.
Some people also say that he is a messenger sent by God, who can turn useless wool into clothes to keep out the cold in winter.
Moreover, since ancient times, the evil spirits that have tormented the grasslands for generations have all been dispelled by tea that was introduced to the grasslands from the Han area.
It is said that Mr. Feng was the first person to introduce tea to the grassland.
Before I saw it with my own eyes, I thought it was just a rumor.
After seeing it with my own eyes, I realized that the rumors might not be false.
They can go to the grasslands in the cold winter, and the war horses can still fight immediately after going through the entire winter.
If you are not from the grassland, you have no idea what this means.
"The destiny really is with Han..."
Dou Bin sighed in his heart and instructed his son Dou Huiti:
"After we leave, you lead the tribesmen to stay here and tell them to wait for news without worrying or being afraid. In a month, sufficient food will be delivered."
"I understand," Dou Huiti answered respectfully, then he glanced at the surging and oppressive Han army and asked with a somewhat uneasy look:
"Sir, in a few days, the snow will all melt. By then, the grassland will be full of mud and water. Can the Han people really transport food here on time?"
Dou Bin looked a little worried when he heard this, but he still shook his head gently:
"We have no way out now. We can only trust General Guan's promise."
Repent?
nonexistent.
Not to mention that all the warriors of the tribe were taken away, even if they were not taken away, as long as he dared to show a little regret, Dou Bin believed that the Han cavalry in front of him would be able to flatten this place to the ground.
No, even the Han cavalry did not need to be dispatched. Just those Hu cavalry volunteers were enough to kill the brave warriors in the tribe without them having any chance to fight back.
At this time, Dou Pin next to him smiled and said:
"Why should Li Yan be so worried? Do you know that there is a saying in the Han Dynasty, Dongfeng Express, the mission must be accomplished?"
"Dongfeng Express, mission accomplished?" Dou Bin repeated with some doubt, and then asked, "What does this mean?"
"This sentence refers to a branch of the Xinghan Society that transports materials. Its name is Dongfeng Express."
Dou Pin explained, "As long as Dongfeng Express accepts the forwarding request, it will deliver the item at any time and anywhere."
"So in many cases, even the imperial court would entrust them with the transportation of food and fodder. If I'm right, the one who delivered the food and clothing this time must have been Dongfeng Express."
"I see." Dou Bin's eyes also fell on the Han army that kept leaving the camp. "With such elite soldiers and no worries about baggage and food, no wonder no one dared to stop the Han army in these years."
Dou Bin finally put aside the last bit of worry in his heart and said to his other son, Dou Suhou:
"Let's go, we should go back and get ready, and follow General Guan."
"Yes, my lord."
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No one had expected that the two largest tribes in southern Mobei, ranked first and second, would make such a tacit and uncharacteristic move when the cold was still hot and spring was just around the corner.
Tuoba Xianbei sent its main force southward, and the Meiluhui tribe... oh no, the Kaigui tribe, which had been renamed, marched eastward in full force, targeting Tuoba Xianbei.
Tuoba Liwei, who had no idea of the impending disaster, sent away the warriors who were on the southern expedition and called his fourth son Tuoba Luguan over:
"I heard from your mother that my father-in-law has been ill and his health is getting worse."
"Now that the weather is about to warm up and the snow is about to melt, it is the most difficult time for all the tribes on the grassland. I need you to bring some gifts and go to the Meiluhui tribe to visit your grandfather for me."
"When we get there, I want you to keep an eye on the situation of the Meiluhui tribe and ask your grandfather if he needs our help."
Tuoba Liwei paused for a moment. Just as Tuoba Luguan was about to agree, he heard Tuoba Liwei continue to speak, and his voice became lowered:
"Find an opportunity to ask your grandfather what he thinks of the matter I proposed to him."
When Tuoba Luguan heard this, he couldn't help but say:
"Sir, my grandfather is in poor health. Now that there is no Lu Hui tribe, the two uncles are in charge. They have never liked us."
"If I bring this up, I'm afraid they'll insult me..."
"It is precisely because your grandfather is in poor health and because your two uncles dislike us that I asked you to hurry over before the snow melts."
When Tuoba Liwei heard his son mention his two Kun brothers, his face darkened:
"While your grandfather is still alive, settle this matter as soon as possible. Otherwise, if your grandfather is gone one day, your two uncles will be lucky enough not to turn against us. How can we expect them to join our Tuoba clan?"
Although the Meiluhui tribe is not as powerful as the Suotou tribe, it is still a large tribe with nearly 100,000 people.
If he could be incorporated into the Tuoba Xianbei, he would be the real Khan on the grassland, and no one would dare to disobey his orders.
But if this matter was not settled during the lifetime of her father-in-law, and if the Kun brothers, who had always been at odds with her, were not allowed to become the leaders of the Moluhui tribe, there would be no hope for this matter.
Tuoba Luguan recalled that his elder brother (i.e. Tuoba Shamohan) had mentioned his encounter with his uncle in Pingcheng, and he sighed inwardly and nodded:
"Your Excellency is right. I will prepare it right away."
Seeing his son like this, Tuoba Liwei knew what he was thinking. He just slowed down his tone and comforted him:
"Don't worry, I have prepared five catties of tea, twenty jars of strong liquor, and a hundred pieces of wool for you to take with you."
"Your two uncles have always been greedy for money and like things from Southern Xia. When they see such a generous gift, they will definitely not deliberately embarrass you."
Thinking of these things, they were the gifts that Nanxia specially gave to him. They were all rare and precious things on the grassland.
I heard that even in Hebei, it is considered rare.
Even though Tuoba Liwei has always been known on the grassland for his extraordinary generosity, he still felt distressed to give away so many good things at once.
Tuoba Luguan naturally knew how generous these gifts were. He did not dare to be negligent and said quickly:
"Please rest assured, sir. With these things, I will definitely try my best to persuade my grandfather to make a decision as soon as possible, so that our tribes can be united as one and you can become the Great Khan of the grassland as soon as possible."
Tuoba Li nodded slightly with satisfaction:
"You are the smartest among all my sons. I believe you will not let me down this time."
Last year, I heard that my father-in-law was already interested in my proposal.
I think after considering it this winter, he should have made a decision.
Moreover, as the Han army began to attack Hebei, Tuoba Liwei also felt a sense of urgency.
This matter can no longer be delayed any longer.
He must integrate all his forces as soon as possible and resist the Han army with all his strength.
Tuoba Luguan bowed and left.
Soon, he led the gifts prepared by Tuoba Liwei and a hundred warriors he had selected, and set out in the direction of the Meiluhui tribe...
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The grassland in late winter and early spring is like a tranquil ink painting.
The ground covered with snow sparkles with a cold and mysterious light.
As the snow began to melt gradually, mottled grasslands were exposed in some places, as if Mother Earth had gently lifted her veil.
The sunlight shines through the clouds and falls on the grassland, covering the land with a layer of golden glow.
Tuoba Luguan, who was on his way, greeted the cold wind and took a deep breath.
The cold air penetrated into his lungs, but he didn't feel cold.
Because at this time of year, he felt that the wind on the grassland had already brought a bit of warmth and moisture.
As far as the naked eye can see, animals on the grassland are beginning to become active.
A few lambs were playing in the snow, and the sound of their hooves broke the winter silence.
He could even see dark shadows swaying in the distance. He knew that they were wolves roaming around, preparing for the upcoming hunting season.
But for our group, these wolves are not worth being afraid of.
only……
Tuoba Luguan frowned a little:
I remember that there were not many wolves in this area, so why were there so many dark shadows?
And why are the sound of the sheep's hooves getting louder and louder?
"This is... No, this is the sound of horse hooves!"
"Where did the horses come from?"
Then he saw the dark shadows on the horizon gradually growing larger and the sound of hooves was like thunder.
The surging cavalry began to fill his vision.
Why are there so many cavalrymen in this season?
Tuoba Luguan, whose common sense was overturned, reined in his horse in shock, and the cold wind blew into his mouth again without him noticing:
"God, are you sending down a miracle?"
(End of this chapter)