The ferocious hunter turned into a slaughtered prey in an instant.
The Tatars in black tried to resist, but they were helpless under the sharp blades of the Yunzhou cavalry.
Like dragging dead dogs, the Yunzhou cavalry used ropes to drag the living and dead bodies to the boundary monument.
Boss Li looked at the yellow water stains on the boundary monument. In addition to the smell of blood, there was also an unspeakable stench in his nose.
His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The dignity of the Yunzhou boundary monument cannot be offended! Your sins are unforgivable!"
Swish, brush, brush!
The blood of the black-clad Tatars turned into a sea of blood in front of the boundary monument.
When Agudo saw this scene, she collapsed on the ground. Then she spread her legs and ran towards the direction where Geerang was grazing.
"Gellang! Abu Riji!" Aguduo shouted sadly.
“I’m here!” Abu Riji held Gelang across his arms and ran over, one step at a time, with eagerness and a hint of fear on his face.
"Gellang is injured! Go and call the witch doctor!"
The witch doctor in the tribe is an old lady with gray hair and almost all her teeth.
She was slumped on the grass at this time, as if she had not recovered from the shock just now.
"Witch doctor, please have mercy and save my family, Geerang." Agudo knelt in front of the old lady.
The witch doctor then turned his cloudy eyes and looked at the little figure stained with blood.
Abrizji carefully turned Geerang in his arms so that the witch doctor could see the wounds on his body clearly.
I saw a long knife mark running from Gelang's shoulder to Gelang's buttocks.
The fur of the robe at the wound was turned with blood, and blood flowed out from the mouth, soaking Albrigi's hands and dripping on the grass.
Wu Yi stretched out his skinny fingers and opened the flesh, and he could faintly see Geerang's bones and internal organs.
"Abrizji, you should know very well that the wound is so deep that Geerang is hopeless."
"No, my child, my Gerang!" Agudo couldn't accept this reality at all.
Her heart seemed to be torn into pieces. If Gelang was gone, she wouldn't want to live anymore!
Abrizji was trembling slightly, and his tears fell on Geerang's robe one by one: "Witch doctor, is there really no hope?"
The witch doctor regretfully said Shaking his head: "Aburiji, you are a brave hunter in the grass tribe. You should know that even a strong wild wolf , even if he is seriously injured, he will not be able to survive. Gelang is a good boy. You should spend the last time with him."
"Agudo, you are still pregnant. Child, maybe Gelang will fall back into your belly and continue to be your son.”
Aguduoer shook his head wildly, with tears streaming down his face: "No, that's not Gelang!"
The tribesmen gathered around Aburiji and Agudo, looking at the young couple with pity.
On the grassland, it is normal for a child to die young. Almost every household has experienced the pain of losing a child.
This wound may slowly scab over as time goes by, or it may always become an old festering wound in my heart.
But the sun will still rise from the east and set from the west, and the days will still have to go on day by day.
"Aguduo, cook something delicious for Geerang. His favorite is the milk cake you made." "Aguduo, don't worry about the safety of the tribe. Just stay with Geerang. We will Near the boundary monument, not going anywhere!”
Boss Li, who had just finished cleaning the battlefield, came over, patted Abo Diary heavily on the shoulder, opened his mouth, and still didn’t say anything. What.
In the narrow tent, Geerang was lying on the wooden board, his little face as hot as fire.
He frowned in pain and groaned. The wooden whistle hanging around his neck was completely broken, leaving only a small half hanging on the rope.
Agudo sobbed as he changed Gerang's blood-stained robe. The action that could be completed in an instant in the past made Agudo exhaust his strength.
A little straw grasshopper that was about to be squashed fell from the robe he had changed into and rolled twice on the ground, covered in dust.
"Gerlang, Grandma's Gelang, please open your eyes quickly and look at Grandma."
Agudo knelt beside the bed and gently rubbed his dry lips Looking at Gerlang's cold face, tears were like two small rivers, flowing through Agudo's cheeks and lips, and onto Gerlang's hot cheek.
"Dudu, pony, where are you going? Ride to the river. Dudu, pony, where are you riding? Ride back to grandma's house..."
The cry-like nursery rhyme spread outside the tent, and everyone who heard it couldn't help but feel sad.
"Gellang, Gelang..." Agudo hugged his child tightly and called in a low voice.
As soon as Aburiji walked out of the tent, he fell down weakly.
He looked up at the blue sky, where an eagle was spreading its wings.
Gerlang, his little eagle, has not seen the vastness of the world and is about to leave him!
Abrizhi lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and kept shrugging his shoulders.
"Aboriji, my good brother." A tall and strong figure appeared in front of Aburiji, blocking the sun and casting a shadow.
"Buch, I'm sorry, I don't want to talk now."
Buch squatted down, touched knees with Abzhiji, and he lowered his voice.
"Abrizji, I have something very important to tell you. I once met a Han man who also suffered such serious injuries. When I saw him again in the market, he was still alive ! ”
Abu Riji suddenly raised his head and held Buhe's arm tightly with both hands: "Buhe, my good brother, are you telling the truth? You didn't lie to me?"
Buhe nodded solemnly: "That man came from a very far away place. Many people in their caravan were seriously injured. Boss Li personally escorted them into the city. I thought at the time that this man must be dead, but I didn't expect that I I actually saw him in the market !"
Aboriji seemed to see hope and stood up: "I'll go find Boss Li and beg him!"
Buhe stretched out his arm and stopped Aburiji: "It's useless, we are not from Yunzhou. Boss Li thinks so highly of you that he doesn't dare to recruit you into the army. They won't let us enter the city!"
Aboriji feels like he is going crazy. Lost it!
In despair, he finally saw a glimmer of hope, but now others told him that this hope was just a mirror, and there was no way to realize it!
“I’m not a good father, I didn’t protect my son!” Abu Riji kept hanging his head, without any image of the first warrior of the tribe.
Buch was also sad, he knew the feeling of powerlessness, but if he didn't tell Abuzhiji about it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
As the sun sets in the west, there is only a trace of fiery red skyline left at the intersection of heaven and earth, like a beating flame, reflected in Abu Riji's eyes. (End of this chapter)