On the other side, Jian Qiao saw that he could not get any more information out of him, so he stood up and apologized to Xiao Rong: "Excuse me, sir, these children are all children of soldiers, and they are usually naughty."
Xiao Rong looked at the direction where the little girl ran away and said absentmindedly: "The child doesn't know what the Chiyou flag is."
Jian Qiao was stunned and pursed his lips guiltily.
He is not very old either. He and Qu Yunmie are of the same age, both only twenty-four years old this year.
He got married but had no children, and he was often away fighting, so he had no chance to be smart.
The Chiyou flag is a comet. At the beginning of this year, when it was time for it to return, it slowly passed through the sky and completed this round of mission. However, it did not expect that on this continent, all comets have a common name - broom stars.
Each unlucky star was given a new name. When these unlucky stars appeared, people began to compare them one by one according to the records left by their ancestors. This one symbolized war, that one symbolized that someone in the country was going to rebel, and this one was terrible, this one symbolized that the emperor was going to die. …
The Chiyou flag symbolizes war and the death of generals.
Astrology is superstition, but the people here don’t know it. Prophecy is nonsense, but the people here still don’t know it. The Chiyou flag appeared in the sixth year of Shengde, and Qu Yunmie died four years later. There is no connection between the two, but the people here still don’t know it. As long as the superiors connect these things together, the people below have to believe it whether you believe it or not.
Xiao Rong was not so concerned about how the nursery rhyme reached Qu Yunmie’s base camp for the time being. He just wanted to know who the little girl was.
Jian Qiao, who was asked by him, looked confused: "Girl, where is the girl?"
Xiao Rong: "..." Forget it.
They came in a hurry and the house was not ready for Xiao Rong yet, so Jian Qiao took Xiao Rong back to his own home.
After settling down, Ashu went out to inquire about some things. Every time he arrived at a place, he would find out about the living affairs clearly so as not to make Xiao Rong feel inconvenienced.
After he left, Xiao Rong sat on the chair, staring blankly.
This was the first time he saw a living Butewu person. …
Buteu is a very special nation. No one knows when this nation was born, but everyone knows when it disappeared.
Other ethnic groups, like the Xiongnu, Wusun, Rouran, and even the Xianbei, also disappeared, but the way they disappeared was by integrating into the blood of the Central Plains. Only their names disappeared, but their bloodlines still survived. However, Buteu was different; it disappeared completely.
The Butewu people originated from the Buxian Mountain, which is an extremely vast mountain range. Where exactly they lived, later generations kept exploring but could not find out the answer. In the end, they had to give up and let it become an unsolvable puzzle.
Thirty years ago, there was a heavy snowfall and the people on the plains were suffering. The situation in the mountains was even worse. The Butewu tribe lived in the mountains and saw that there was no way to survive. So their chief, who was also the queen, decided to lead the entire tribe down the mountain to look for a chance to survive.
The Buteu people are a matriarchal society, and the queen's orders are above all else. When they first came down the mountain, they had more than 5,000 people. This force was enough to arouse the vigilance of the people in the Central Plains, but not enough to protect themselves. Once someone wanted to attack them, they would have no power to resist at all.
At this time, the Butewu tribe encountered another force, which were refugees who escaped from Liaodong and Liaoxi counties. They wanted to go south, cross Yanmen Pass, and go to the south to look for opportunities. The two groups collided with each other and almost fought, or maybe they had fought, but they did not know each other until they fought. Later, they learned that both sides had the same goal and no ill intentions. After discussion between the leaders of both sides, they decided to unite and go south together.
These two leaders are Qu Yunmie's parents.
And these small group of 10,000 people who were gathered together inexplicably were the original Zhenbei Army.
The history of the Zhenbei Army is very inspiring, so it was constantly publicized. The Buteu tribe was also publicized because its genocide process was so tragic and moving, and it has touched countless people's hearts over the centuries.
There were more than 5,000 people at the beginning, but after the migration, there were only more than 4,000 left. After a fierce battle 23 years ago, there were still more than 2,000 people. After the bloodbath at Yanmen Pass ten years ago, there were only more than 800 people left.
And these last eight hundred or so were all soldiers. They were Qu Yunmie's most staunch supporters and the line of defense that always guarded his back. They fought with Qu Yunmie to the end, and after Qu Yunmie was captured, there were only more than two hundred left out of the eight hundred.
The last two hundred people were tied up like pigs by another tyrant and taken to the square. Opposite was a barn, and the mighty King Zhenbei was nailed to the wall of the barn.
One of his legs was chopped off and the flesh on it was cut off and made into minced meat. The tyrant laughed loudly and said that he would release whoever ate the minced meat.
Qu Yunmie said nothing, he was not dead yet at that time. He watched the tyrant's men holding the bowl and asking his clansmen one by one whether they wanted to eat it or not. If they said no, he would kill them with a knife.
Two hundred and eighteen. This is the number recorded in history books.
No one ate, so they all died. When the first 217 people were all dead, the square looked like hell on earth. Even the tyrant's men couldn't bear it anymore. They pleaded for the last person because she was a little girl and they couldn't tell how old she was, they just knew she was still young.
The whole family died in front of him, and the little girl cried bitterly. She was not a soldier, and she had never been to the battlefield. She could not even say her own name, and she could only cry. But the tyrant was so angry at these stubborn people that he lost his mind and did not care how cruel it was to kill her. He raised his hand and asked the man to ask her whether she wanted to eat or not.
The man also felt compassion. He did not ask, but directly put the bowl to the little girl's mouth, just touching it. After that, he could say that she had eaten it. But the little girl saw his action and backed away desperately while crying. The action was so obvious that the tyrant naturally saw it. ...
After the child died, someone secretly collected her remains and buried her outside the city. Her story was heartbreaking, and it soon spread across the country. Countless people reinforced her tomb and wrote poems and painted pictures for her.
For 1,500 years, among so many buildings and pavilions, only her tomb has remained, and has been turned into a 5A-level scenic spot. …
The attraction is called the Tomb of the Butu Girl. It was because of this tomb that Butu became famous. Also because of this tomb, no matter how people later suppressed the reputation of the Zhenbei Army and discredited the King of Zhenbei, they were still remembered.
Xiao Rong has been to that scenic spot and watched the adapted TV series. He has also danced on this theme. Classical dance is inseparable from these famous historical stories, and artistic works about the cloth women are always tragic.
Honestly speaking, Xiao Rong didn't have much feeling whether it was visiting the scenic spots or dancing, until he met the little girl just now. He couldn't help but wonder if this child was the famous cloth girl.
Shaking his head, Xiao Rong stopped thinking about it. No one knew what the child was called, and for the sake of his own life, he would never let the Butewu tribe suffer such a fate.
Just now, because of the touch, Xiao Rong had expressed his ambitions, and then he was hit hard.
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