crossing with green hills

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Seeing that Chen Laosi didn't hear it, he asked again.

Repeat this several times.

The old dog Wu immediately became angry, his eyes widened, his thick eyebrows raised, and he roared in a rough voice: "I'm so damn crotch dropped, I told you to go first, didn't you hear me?"

Chen Laosi stretched out his hand and wiped the spittle on his face with his cuff. He seemed to be shocked by the sudden anger of Wu Laogou, and hurriedly said: "I heard! Your crotch fell off, I'll go there first!"

Saying that, Chen Laosi turned around and left.

Only Old Dog Wu was left, and under the mocking gazes of everyone, his rough face was flushed red.

Couldn't help cursing a few words secretly.

The originally tense atmosphere in the tavern eased a lot for a while.

Chapter 41 The Great Prairie God

Just when what happened in Xinzheng last night was rushed to Xianyang.

Various unbelievable things happened one after another in other regions of Daqin.

The vast and boundless grassland, green grass, long white clouds, the breeze blowing, the green grass swaying with the wind, the flexible waist slightly lowered, revealing the herds of cattle and sheep covering the sight.

It has been more than two years since the grassland was included in the Daqin territory.

Compared with the resistance of the prairie people to Daqin before, they survived the harsh winter twice without incident when they were talking about it, and after seeing the wealth and power of Daqin.

Most people gradually have a sense of belonging to Daqin in their hearts.

But in a short period of time, it is difficult to erase the hatred of extermination and the resentment of the tragic death of relatives.

How many times I dreamed back at midnight, the scenes of my parents, brothers, sisters, wives and children wailing and dying tragically kept popping up in my mind, and I still vividly remember them.

On the prairie, there are still many prairie people who rebelled against the Qin Dynasty wandering.

Most of them are the remnants of the Huns and the Great Yuezhi.

The moonlight is cold, casting a faint cold light towards the earth.

On an inaccessible Gobi Desert, many people gathered in the transition zone between the grassland and the desert.

They are all prairie people who opposed the Qin Dynasty and came here in exile.

I heard that there are immortals in Daqin, and it is speculated that this is why Daqin is invincible. Now, under the auspices of the high priest, this group of people worships the moon devoutly every day.

Pray for the emergence of the guardians of the grassland, help them, strengthen them, resist the Great Qin, and drive those brutal executioners out of the grassland.

They even plundered the Central Plains, killed their men, played with their wives, and bullied their children.

"Great God of the Grassland! Please listen to the call of your people. This holy land is shrouded in darkness. The last light is about to die, and the night is approaching. Don't you have the heart to abandon your children and let the iron hooves of other races, Trample this pure land recklessly!"

"Great God of the Prairie! Please open your eyes and look at this land polluted by fire and blood. Your people have nowhere to go and will die one after another on the way to escape. Faith is about to be shattered. Your demons will rule the grassland, and your dignity will be trampled to dust!"

"Great God of the Prairie! Please..."

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Wearing a hair ornament made of pheasant tail feathers on his head, red and green oil paint on his face, and a copper bell in his hand that keeps turning, the high priest stands on a conspicuous rock, stepping continuously, sometimes raising his hands Get up, sometimes put down, bend and stretch your legs, squat into a horse stance and rotate your body, chanting words.

The appearance is somewhat similar to that of the great dance masters of later generations, but it looks a little less casual and joking, and a little more solemn and solemn.

With the sudden strong wind, the words of sacrifice floated to the distance and to the world.

Under the bright moon, a group of prairie men and women dressed in rags and ragged clothes, no better than beggars, knelt on the ground piously, folded their hands and fingers on their chests, and prayed silently.

There was only a gleam of light in the tired and numb eyes, like a candle flickering in the wind, flickering unwillingly and tenaciously, but with the possibility of being extinguished at any time.

After two years of exile, they were physically and mentally exhausted. The strength of the Qin people almost made them collapse. This was the only remaining hope.

The night became more and more silent, and the whistling wind had all died down.

In the barren Gobi, the weather is more changeable than in the grasslands. It is still extremely hot during the day, but now it is as cold as the twelfth lunar month.

The person kneeling on the ground was trembling, but even so, he was still holding his breath, kneeling down, holding his eyelids as heavy as a mountain, not letting himself fall down.

Because everyone knows that once they fall asleep, they will never see the sun of tomorrow again.

This is the cognition and lesson exchanged with blood and life.

The priest's voice was already hoarse, his chest was heaving, he was panting heavily, his gray hair was dripping with sweat, and his feather crown was already in pieces, and it was casually put on his head.

He was already old, and his energy and blood were weakened, and it was like this for three consecutive days, even his iron body couldn't bear it.

But when he opened his cloudy old eyes, he looked down at the people whose lips were purple from the cold, and whose body was on the verge of falling. From time to time, someone would fall down, thinking of the people who had been out of food for two days.

Looking at the Gobi, which looks more desolate and desolate under the moonlight, and looking at the dark places beyond the eyes, it is like seeing their future with no end in sight.

With a feeling in his heart, he looked up at the bright moon hanging in the middle of the sky, a line of tears flowed from the eyes of the old priest, and his voice was filled with indescribable sadness.

"Great God of the Prairie! Do you really want to give up your people?"

Following the old priest's shout and question, a distant wolf howl suddenly came from afar, as if separated by infinite time and space, but also as if it was close at hand.

Resounding in everyone's ears.

It was as if kerosene continued to ignite the almost dim candles in their eyes, which suddenly shocked everyone's spirits.

By coincidence, all eyes were burning, looking around.

The sound becomes clearer and clearer.

Behind the old priest, a deep vortex appeared, and a giant wolf four or five times bigger than a bear walked out of the vortex.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, hundreds of them appeared in a short time.

The smooth blue fur of the whole body shone with faint fluorescence under the moonlight, and a frightening aura pervaded the audience as soon as the wolves appeared.

Let everyone involuntarily feel awe and shut their mouths.

It's like seeing the god of dreams, and I don't dare to breathe.

It took a long time before someone reacted and cheered enthusiastically, detonating everyone's emotions at once.

"It's the wolf god, the god of heaven has finally come down to earth!"

"They must have heard our prayers, they are saved!"

"Hahaha! Those Qin dogs killed my parents, this time with the help of the wolf god, let's see how they die!"