Big Moon Ballad

The night on the prairie is very cold no matter what time of day it is.

Horses have no night grass and are not fat. Feeding livestock is a difficult job, and it takes a long time.According to the saying on the prairie, a man of iron will become old bones if he feeds the horses for several years.

In the White Wolf King's Court, the night was already very deep.

Even the lights in the tents of the nobles who had to fight with concubine Ji every night until midnight had been turned off.But in a stable in the corner of the royal court, an elderly horse slave tremblingly got up from the floor to feed the horses.

The old man dragged the sack of horse feed from the corner of the stable with one hand, and picked up the steel fork for hay with the other.

Seeing him coming, the horses who had eaten most of the night snorted excitedly.

The old man walked over and stroked the horse's head, then leaned over and stuffed his head.

"Old Wu, why did you get up so many times?"

A younger man slave was woken up, cursing in Xirong language, "Can't you fill up the tank every time before going to bed?"

The old man ignored him, put a handful of grass, sprinkled a layer of material, repeated over and over again, silently.

Another horse slave who looked much older next to him turned over and kicked the young man beside him, "You know what!"

"You have to feed the horses diligently. Feed the grass one by one. If you pour it all in, the bunch of shriveled calves will eat all the food first, and they will stop eating grass when they are done!"

The old man slave on the ground had a crutch beside him. He seemed to have a problem with his legs, but he still got up quickly and limped on crutches to help the old man who got up the first to get food.

"You have to fill in the ingredients little by little. Pour them all in and the horse's nose blows out, making the grass knots limp. If it's not crispy, the horse won't eat it again!"

"It's like you. I'll give you three legs of lamb for a meal, and put them all in front of you. Can you eat them? You have to add them one by one!"

The young man on the ground covered his ears impatiently, "If you give me ten pieces, I can eat them all. A bunch of old things are making a lot of noise."

The young man slave tucked his head into his ragged sheepskin jacket and continued to sleep, leaving only two old men standing by the manger.

"You have bad legs, what are you doing up?" Old Manu put down his pockets and glanced at the lame old man beside him.

"Isn't it too cold in the night, and I woke up from the pain again?" The lame old man patted his sick leg and said with emotion, "I should have sawed it earlier, so I wouldn't have to suffer for so many years."

"If it was sawed off, no one was sure that you would survive."

Looking at the legs of the crippled old man, the gully on Old Manu's face became much deeper, "I'm afraid it will be infected."

Hearing this sentence, the crippled old man was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the empty surroundings and let out a deep breath.

"This is what the general said on the battlefield," the crippled old man laughed at himself, "you still remember it."

The old man didn't speak anymore, just looked down at the hard-working animals, and sprinkled another handful of ingredients.

The lame old man stared at the dark circles under the old Manu's eye sockets, and sighed in his heart.

"Before I came here, I never thought that feeding animals would be such a hard job."

It's true that people have to watch and wait for it as soon as night falls, so they don't plan to sleep a little.

He had one leg broken by the Xirong nobles seven years ago, and he looked miserable, but his old friend had fed horses for more than ten years, and hadn't had a full night's sleep, so he looked much older than his actual age.

"By the way," the crippled old man touched his broken leg, "What do you think about the news from over there?"

"Are you really planning to feed horses here for the rest of your life?"

The old man turned around, turned his back on the lame old man and added grass, without saying a word.

The crippled old man looked at the hunched back opposite him, opened his mouth, and called out the name that was already not so easy to pronounce.

"Little Six."

"Thank you six!"

Old Manu's pupils shrank, his hand holding the steel fork tightened, and he turned his head expressionlessly, "I'm Lao Wu."

"If you don't want to break the other leg, just shut up."

"Okay," the crippled old man sighed, "I won't mention that name anymore."

"But Lao Wu, what are you going to do? We are all waiting for you to speak."

"Hmph," Lao Wu sneered, but his eyes were unusually cold, "Just talk about it."

"There may be twenty people I can call now?"

"Old Ba, Lao Jiu, and Shunzi have already been stuck in the dung pile. I don't know the mother who poured shit and urine for those nobles. When I went to lead the horse half a year ago, Sangzi, he was serving as a horse for the noble boy. Riding, the donkey picks rocks every day, the back has been crushed, and someone told me that he will never be able to climb up in this life, and the code word has been forgotten..."

The man spat out a long list of names, but it was like vomiting poison, and the lame old man couldn't lift his head.

"Don't mention it, don't mention it."

The lame old man lost his crutches, climbed down and touched the ground for a while, finally took out a clay pot from the hole in the ground, and opened it carefully.

A sour smell of inferior kumiss came out.

"Come, have a drink." The lame old man patted the hay that was stained with horse manure beside him, "Forget about all of this."

Lao Wu put down the steel fork and walked over, took the wine bowl handed over by the old man, the two touched the bowl, knelt down and drank the muddy wine in one gulp.

The strong wine stings the throat, and the eye circles of the two old men are red, and they sit side by side dejectedly.

"Hey," the crippled old man hiccupped.

"Forget it, call him a ball, they are all useless people."

Lao Wu or Xie Liu put down his wine bowl and stared blankly at the manger, "Shuangbi is really Shuangbi, I can't accept it. I didn't expect that they are still alive, and they really gathered so many people."

Du Ziqing and Baili Celing kept their promise and fought next to the White Wolf Royal Court.

But these people in the White Wolf King's court have long been tortured to the point of disrepair.

"It can't be said that they are the only ones capable," the crippled old man patted Xie Liu on the shoulder, "These years have not been easy for you, nor have we."

There are more and more perverted nobles in the White Wolf Royal Court than in any other royal court.

They have tried their best just to survive, and they have gradually lost their will to the past while they are still alive. This is also impossible.

After all, when people only think about survival, how to get through today and live until tomorrow, then they will gradually forget a lot of things.

Especially after losing the most important spiritual pillar.

"To be honest, if Master Guoshi is still alive, not to mention that I have only broken one leg, even if I have two broken legs, I will have to crawl out."

The lame old man patted his broken leg, his eyes became painful, "It's just little six, I just want to ask, even if we go out to fight with these bastards, can the master of the country survive again? "

Xie Liu fell silent.

The lame old man's question is actually the voice of all the hidden stakes in the White Wolf King's Court.

That's why he couldn't respond to Baili Celing's call.

It's not that he doesn't want to respond, but that he has lost his heart.

Those who were willing to enter the White Wolf King's Court were the people who were most loyal to Lin Shubai in the Black Tiger Army back then.

This directly led to the death of Lin Shubai, and most of them lost the faith they had fought so far.

They were tortured day after day and turned into walking dead.