Chapter 1

One Line Mountain,
One side, snowmelt, mountain flowers in full bloom;
The other side, ice and snow covered, the cold wind howling.
An army trudged back,
He walked at the very front,
Behind him,
The soldiers were exhausted, the wounded filled the camp, but on everyone's face, in addition to fatigue, there was a resolute spirit!
A round of battle had just ended,
The situation wasn't good,
They couldn't win,
They really couldn't win,
Those tribes who came out of the wilderness carried not only barbarism, but also the power bestowed by barbarism.
Several times now,
Several encounters,
His side had more losses than wins,
But it wasn't without good news,
At least,
This time,
There was no rout.
He was the one who led the army to cover the retreat, successfully covering the retreat, though at a terrible cost, but also finally giving his side a decent temporary end.
However,
He didn't feel lost, nor was he discouraged in the least,
Firstly, he didn't value these things much,
What he cared more about,
Was how much combat power could be added to his army before the next battle.
At the same time,
He was also clear,
That the serious losses caused by the previous failures hadn't caused much harm, but instead made those tribes who wanted to watch from the sidelines completely unable to sit still.
The Jiuli were powerful,
But from their leader down,
They were a group of intolerably arrogant beings,
Looking back at his side,
Heh,
That one,
Repeated defeats were defeats,
But after each defeat, the next time they fought, the army and power on this side could become even stronger than the last time.
Some things, he didn't want to say, and didn't bother to point out. There were clearly two times before when they wouldn't have lost, or rather, wouldn't have lost so badly, yet they lost, they lost very badly, and directly led to several tribes who didn't get along with that one being exterminated by the Jiuli.
Sigh,
He reached out,
Signaling the troops to stop and rest,
Found a grassy spot and sat down,
He had seen the big head of the Jiuli, a very powerful being, but he had never had a truly hearty opportunity to fight him.
But he felt that the big head couldn't win.
Asking himself honestly,
He and that one were very similar,
Too arrogant,
Arrogant to the point of looking down on others,
And therefore,
When playing against that one,
That one would definitely be the one laughing last.
"Pfft."
Spitting out a blade of grass,
He suddenly felt so bored,
Fighting is fighting, killing is killing, a straightforward back-and-forth, a hearty life-and-death struggle,
Why bother with so many twists and turns,
In the end,
Probably just fighting and fighting,
Losing and losing,
But instead losing his way to a guaranteed victory,
What's the point of that?
In the distance,
On the hillside,
A girl with delicate beaded anklets ran over cheerfully,
In her eyes,
There was only the general sitting in the front, seemingly deep in thought.
His armor,
Was so dazzling,
On the battlefield, daring to wear dazzling armor required great courage.
She picked the flowers and grass around her, holding them together, the flowers and grass gathered, forming a green bird hovering around her.
She took out a pot of milk wine from her waist, this was milk wine given to her mother by the Northern Plains tribe, extremely precious.
She placed the silver pot containing the milk wine on the green bird, and at the same time, she used a dagger to cut off a strand of her hair, tying it to the bird's tail.
"Go, go quickly, tell him, it was sent by me."
The girl waved to the green bird,
The green bird flew up,
Flying towards that side.
Next, she seemed a little shy, not daring to witness the scene of the other party receiving her green silk and the green bird's message, turned around, and ran straight back.
She felt that she had been very direct, and very bold, even the girls in the tribe wouldn't be so bold, directly conveying love, expressing their feelings.
Moreover,
She was still the tribe's noble princess.
But she really couldn't help it, every time her father received him, she secretly watched from the side, watching him, watching him, watching him...
She remembered that at first, he was just a lonely boy on the tribe's frontier, but step by step, he had reached today, becoming a general commanding troops.
Which girl doesn't cherish springtime?
Which woman doesn't love a hero?
Some things were just so unclear, so ambiguous,
Coming so suddenly,
Catching people off guard,
Directly crashing into one's heart.
The green bird flew over the mountains, came to the sky above the resting troops, just as it aimed at the target below, about to fly down,
A low shout came:
"Turning Clouds."
Five thick iron chains burst out instantly,
Directly locking the green bird,
Then,
"Bang!"
A crisp sound,
The green bird, which had not yet completed its mission, exploded directly in the sky,
Turning into a flurry of grass clippings falling down.
Standing in front of the army,
His eyes sank slightly,
He sternly shouted at the soldiers around him:
"After returning, immediately begin an investigation to see who dares to disregard the ban and secretly release flying puppets around the tribe!
Truly presumptuous,
Afraid that the Jiuli spies won't be able to send out information!"
At this moment, a strand of green silk fell down, floating at his feet, picked up by a lieutenant next to him, the lieutenant opened his mouth, and said:
"The green silk doesn't decay, this...this...this is the blood of the imperial family."
Immediately afterwards,
The lieutenant looked at the green silk again,
And said to him with some difficulty:
"Maybe, it's an imperial princess."
He waved his hand dismissively,
Knocking the strand of green silk away,
And said indifferently:
"Imperial princesses, how many are there?"
Then,
He pointed to the surrounding soldiers, and shouted loudly:
"When the Jiuli clan is destroyed,
Merit will be rewarded after the war,
All of you,
Can marry imperial princesses!"
…………
In the darkness of night, a huge bonfire burned with intense light.
A mountain was dug open from the middle, inside, filled with flames, using the mountain valleys and ravines as fire basins, and the sun, moon, and stars as kindling;
This fire,
Burned the surrounding tens of miles as bright as day,
In fact,
What it ignited,
Wasn't just tonight,
But shone forever and ever.
At the foot of the mountain, the mountainside,
A dense crowd of people stood,
Everyone was cheering,
Everyone was jumping for joy,
Everyone was celebrating,
The protracted war had finally ended, Shenzhou was established, and the world was secured!
In the very center of the mountain, there was a black altar, on which was placed a ferocious head.
Eyes wide open,
Filled with unwillingness,
Filled with anger,
He kept his eyes open,
Looking at all the noise in front of him.
Even though they had won, even though they had succeeded,
But among the countless people and countless demon gods present, there were not many who dared to look directly at the head in the flames.
That head symbolized true shadows, representing heart-palpitating terror.
This was a worthy opponent to respect,
Also a worthy opponent to revere,
Even if he lost, even if he was defeated, even if he died,
But in order to prevent him from being resurrected,
Still needed a long, long time to arrange.
Opposite the valley,
There was a person sitting on the rock wall,
On the right hand side,
Was his armor,
A set of battle-scarred armor,
With countless terrifying marks left on it,
And on the left,
Were more than a dozen jars of fine wine.
To be precise, it was fruit wine.
He drank wine while looking at the head in the fire,
Recalling the scene in that battle,
When he cut off his head with one strike,
Using the head as a wine accompaniment,
Comfortable, pleasant, satisfying.
He disdained to hide his attitude towards the victory of this war, nor would he hypocritically have any respect for this Jiuli leader.
Nor would he personally face the remaining Jiuli prisoners, putting on a magnanimous attitude of ceasing hostilities, laying down arms, and forgiving past offenses.
That one liked it,
Then let that one do it,
He was too lazy to think about these things,
He even felt a little regret,
Regretting that he had cut off his head too early,
He died,
He was finished,
Then,
He continued to stay in this world,
In the years to come,
How lonely would he be.
A mouthful of wine entered his throat, the fruit wine with low concentration, after adding the blood of the fallen demon gods, could also be spicy!
It's just a pity,
The war is over,
How to find a reason to hunt demon gods and use their blood to brew wine?
Someone ascended the steps, in casual clothes.
He sensed the arrival,
But still ignored it.
In the daytime,
Thousands of people, gods, and demons kowtowed to that one,
Only he didn't move,
He didn't feel that he was abrupt, nor did he feel that he was unique,
Under the scene in the daytime,
He even felt a little funny.
Of the people kneeling below,
How many were kneeling sincerely?
Most importantly,
He saw the one standing in the center,
At that time,
In the depths of the other's eyes,
A somewhat unfamiliar look appeared.
Everyone is changing,
And will change,
What is strong will fade,
What is interesting will become boring;
Raising his head,
Another mouthful of strong wine,
His eyes were a little blurred,
Looking at the head in the mountain fire in front of him,
He smashed a wine jar,
The wine flowed out,
Please take a walk. (This is a Chinese expression implying 'farewell', usually said when someone dies).
In the great fire, the corner of that head's lips moved slightly.
Around the mountain, the people in white clothes in the many altars were collectively shocked, and began to reinforce and inspect the sealing formation.
At the same time, roars came,
Who on earth was it,
Who was stirring up Chi You's remnant soul again!
"Drinking alone?"
A familiar voice came from behind,
With a hint of vicissitudes.
The person sat down next to him,
Wearing coarse linen clothes,
But at this time,
It seemed a bit deliberate.
He remembered a long time ago, a silk lady gave him a piece of fine silk clothing, that one happily wore it, walking back and forth in the tribe, deliberately showing off.
And in the daytime,
The demon god from the West, sent a golden armor,
But this one knew how to put it down,
Deliberately changed clothes to come to his side.
He continued to drink, ignoring the person next to him.
The person also picked up a wine jar and drank together.
The two sat very close,
Drinking until the east turned white.
The wine was finished,
The person opened his mouth and said:
"Command the Northern Army alone, monitor the demon gods of the heavens, and then marry an imperial princess!"
Giving military power,
Giving responsibility,
And then giving a princess,
What should be given,
Is all given to you,
Only to exchange for you in the future,
Kneeling at my feet!
You want power, I can give it to you!
You want glory, I can give it to you!
You want nobility, I can give it to you!
Can all be given to you!
He just shook his head,
Smiled,
The laughter,
Carried the kind of meaning that made the person next to him feel jarring,
Like the feeling when he stood alone among the crowd in the daytime.
He patted his trouser legs,
Stood up,
Waved his hand indifferently,
And said:
"Can't...af...ford..."