Outside Kizil City.
Night. Pitch-Black and desolate. There was no light. There was no sound of hooves. In the distant horizon. There seemed to be a floating dark cloud drifting over without a sound.
The blazing torches on the city walls. In the cold night wind of the grassland. The flames flickered continuously until they were slowly extinguished. Only twenty to thirty percent of the remaining torches remained. The dim yellow light illuminated the city walls. Standing at the top of the city walls, one could only see a distance of a hundred zhang.
As the warriors entered the palace, the festive atmosphere in Kizil lessened, although there was still singing and dancing going on. But the ladies had already dispersed, and the crowded streets gradually became less crowded. On the other hand, the Turkic soldiers guarding the city made use of this once-in-a-year celebration to excitedly dance and sing with a roasted leg of lamb in one hand and a jug of horse milk wine in the other. On a day of celebration like the Sheep Snatching Meeting, everyone was cheering. No one would blame them for being careless.
A small black dot was wedged into the city wall like a nail, motionless. From afar, he looked like a gecko climbing the wall. In the dim light, no one noticed his presence.
Less than half a zhang above his head was the entrance to the city walls. A single torch was hanging on it, on the verge of being extinguished. The fragrance of horse milk wine accompanied by the singing of the Turks drifted over. The entire Kizil City was immersed in joy.
The individual fighting prowess of the Turks was indeed outstanding, but what was equally outstanding was their loose discipline. The sloppiness of the nomadic tribes was evident in them. The Turkic royal court was located deep in the Alxa Plains, adjacent to the natural stronghold of Altai. It could be said that the Turkic Khaganate had the most stable rear. Ever since the founding of the nation, the Turkic Khaganate had fought more than a thousand battles, but Kizil was the only place that had never been invaded. This gradually numbed their nerves.
"Sou." The light dimmed, and a light breeze blew past. The torch was extinguished. The gecko on the wall began to scurry along the wall. Silently, he leapt into the crevice and disappeared into the darkness.
"Dammit, why did it go out again!?" A Hu guard yelled. A Hu guard walked over while hiccuping. Before the match was lit, he heard a light crackling sound from his neck. His sturdy body slowly went limp.
Gao Qiu took in a deep breath and placed the Hu's corpse in a dark corner. At the same time, a few more geckos silently landed at his side. Thirty zhang away, four or five Turkic guards were pointing at the street and laughing. It was hard to tell which Turkic woman they had taken a fancy to. Beside them was the guide wall leading to the gate tower.
Old Gao snorted. He waved the shining scimitar in his hand, and the brothers behind him understood tacitly. Several people attacked at the same time, rushing forward like leopards.
Gao Qiu's skills were the best. Several zhang was crossed in the blink of an eye, and with lightning-fast movements, Wang Chong grabbed the necks of the two Hu. The two Turks were just about to scream in shock when Wang Chong suddenly stopped them. His voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound no matter how hard he tried. He looked down. The cold scimitar was pressed against his neck, and fresh blood was flowing from his throat.
Two of the Great Hua Nation's soldiers supported these people and leaned them against the rock wall of the city wall. They hung their heads and pretended to be drunk. The guard at the other entrance looked over and immediately scolded them with a smile.
"The mechanism is over there!" The group squatted down and sighed. One of the brothers responsible for observing the situation pointed at a massive wheel on the guide wall and whispered. The mechanism was around five or six zhang away, hidden within a circular platform. It was surrounded by walls and guarded by several dozen Turks. From their physique, it was clear that they were elites of the Hu. Kizil's heavy gate. It was pulled by the rope of the mechanism.
Counting the number of people, there were ten Hu guarding the mechanism, and he had seven elite brothers with him. Gao Qiu slightly nodded as he looked at the sky. Just as he was about to raise his hand, he suddenly heard a Turk shout in fear, "Look, what's that?!"
The Turk was pointing in the direction of a large black cloud outside the city.
It was silently closing in on Kizil. From the distance, it was only several li away. The ground trembled slightly. But it was drowned in the revelry of the city.
A Hu leader with exceptional eyesight and experience in battle formations suddenly exclaimed, "It's cavalry!"
Before he could finish his words, several panicked shouts came from the streets of Kizil. "Run, run, the horses are frightened!"
Two or three Turkic horses covered in flames whinnied in pain as they galloped along the streets. They galloped along the streets. Before the Hu could react, they were already trampled beneath the hooves of those horses. Flames instantly leapt up their clothes and hair. Pitiful howls resounded.
The Turks on the streets came to their senses and turned to flee. Although they were the best horse trainers of the plains, who would dare to face these frenzied horses?
"Go!" While the Hu were still in a daze, Hu Bugui fiercely waved his hand. Hu Bugui fiercely waved his hand and the seven heroes shot out like arrows. Only when the Hu guard heard the light footsteps behind him did he turn around. Snow danced in front of him. It was a field of eerie broadswords. It cleaved down on his head.
Blood splattered and screams filled the air. The Turks looked over and saw several masked figures charging into the city like wolves into a flock of sheep. Their scimitars danced wildly, creating a wave of blood.
"Kill!" As if responding to Gao Qiu from afar, the slowly floating clouds outside the city suddenly began to roll like the sand in the desert. Countless war horses, black, white, and yellow, converged into a surging torrent. With the momentum of a whirlwind, they charged straight for Kizil.
Sabers flashed. Amidst the earth-shaking battle cries, Xu Zhen, Li Wuling, and the enraged faces of countless youths. They could see everything clearly.
"Brothers, open the city gates!!" Old Gao slashed at the stubborn foe beside him. Blood splattered on his face as he grabbed the handle of the massive wheel. The brothers behind him roared in unison. With a creak, the heavy Kizil city gates opened up a tiny gap.
Outside the city, in the city, and on top of the city, the Turks seemed to wake up from a dream. The panicked Hu leader roared, "The enemy is attacking! Kill, kill them!! "
Thousands of Turk soldiers madly surged up the city walls, arrows raining down on the Chinese charging down the city walls. "Pu" "Pu" "Pu" sounds were mixed with muffled thuds. Dozens of Da Hua soldiers tumbled down from their horses.
The dense barrage of arrows from the Hu were mostly blocked by the walls around the wheel. The seven warriors on the walls widened their eyes and roared, pushing the mechanism with all their might. Creak! Creak! Widening his eyes, he roared at the same time and pushed the mechanism with all his might. Creak! Creak! The heavy stone door slowly opened.
Innumerable Turks madly surged toward the entrance. They wanted to kill all seven of them. At the same time, the Hu below the city walls. They waved their scimitars, wanting to cut through the massive ropes that were slowly pulling the gates.
"Kill!" The twenty-some Chinese soldiers who had followed the Yue clan into the city met them head on. The two sides clashed fiercely.
More and more Hu surrounded the gates. The soldiers were all drenched in blood, but it was becoming more and more difficult to move the wheel. The city gate was pushed open by a small gap half a shoulder's width, but it could no longer move. Xu Zhen and Li Wuling were about to reach the city walls. Several dozen of his brothers were shot off their horses. Old Gao was so anxious that his eyes were about to crack. Just as he was about to throw his life away, he suddenly heard the urgent shout of a woman from outside the city, "Get out of the way!"
A white figure shot past the crowd like a shooting star, heading straight for the city gates. The arrows of the Hu were like a swarm of locusts. They howled as they charged forward. The woman's figure did not stop, the sword in her hand flashing like a bolt of lightning. She charged straight for the city gates.
Boom! The city walls seemed to tremble, the thick city gates shattering piece by piece. Gravel flew in the air and dust filled the air. The city gate on the left swayed. It collapsed to the ground.
In the midst of the massive impact, the masked woman's figure suddenly froze, an almost indiscernible grunt of pain coming from her mouth. Like a bolt of lightning, she staggered several steps before stabilizing herself, her chest heaving.
The city gates of Kizil were incredibly thick and heavy. Who could shatter them with the strength of a single person? This strike was like a boulder shattering the heavens, causing everyone's heart to tremble.
Although only one of the city gates had fallen, the path to Kizil was now completely clear.
"Brothers, charge with me! Kill our way into Kizil! Capture the Turkic Khagan alive!! "How could Xu Zhen and Li Wuling give up on this rare opportunity? Their faces were red with excitement. Braving the endless rain of arrows, they roared and pulled on the reins of their horses. Their horses practically flew into the air, galloping over the gravel and charging straight into the Turkic royal court!
The cavalrymen of Da Hua, who were following behind them, smashed open the remaining broken door like a raging torrent, and killed their way in like a flood. That invincible aura caused even the ferocious Turks to tremble in fear!
Countless arrows rained down, causing the China cavalry to fall from their horses one after another. However, more and more of them charged into the main street of Kizil. There was no longer any meaning in defending the city walls. The Turks swiftly turned around and charged down the city walls, intending to intercept the China cavalry in the alleys.
"I knew that Brother Lin would have something up his sleeves!!" In his excitement, Gao Qiu kicked the bulky wheel and leaped onto the top of the wall. Brandishing his blood-dripping scimitar, he howled like a wolf, "This is the royal court of the Turks! Brothers! Close your eyes and slash with all your might! We'll only make a profit! "
In an instant, the bustling street had turned into a sea of blood. Forty to fifty flaming horses galloped at the front of the street, as though a flywheel. Those who got too close were either trampled or burned to ashes. The frenzied Great Hua cavalrymen followed behind the flaming horses and with a speed as swift as the wind, they scattered the Turks who had gathered to put up a resistance, forming an unstoppable torrent. This was the Turks' most adept tactic when attacking China's cities, and today, the China had returned it to them.
"Chirp!" A whistling arrow pierced through the sky outside the city. Colorful and beautiful fireworks blossomed.
All the Turks in the hall were shocked, unable to react. Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and the stakes on which the lambs were hung fell at the same time. The Yue clansmen wielded their scimitars, and like a pack of wolves, they charged towards the throne. Before the Turks could react, the steel blades were already at their necks, and those who resisted were mercilessly killed by the Yue clansmen. Blood splattered everywhere. The Hu below panicked, but the warriors who were holding the lambs reacted the fastest, and rushed forward.
"Sa Ermu, watch out!!" The Golden Saber Great Khan screamed. The scimitar in her hand was unsheathed, and with a swoosh, it slashed towards the wind. At the same time, she reached out to pull the Little Khan.
"Dang." The sound of metal clashing created an ear-piercing sound, and Mute rushed forward to block her. He stood in front of her and stared at her fiercely with his bright and piercing eyes.
His eyes were still as bright as before, but the difference was like heaven and earth! Yu Jia was in a trance, the words she said to him moments ago were still ringing in her ears, and her heart felt like it was suffocating, and she could not feel anything.
"You are not Mute, who are you! Why did you lie to me? "She mumbled, and looked at him, her eyes dull. Suddenly, she roared in anger, "No matter who you are, I will kill you. Kill you!! "
"Dang, dang, dang." She widened her eyes, like a maddened leopard. She held the scimitar with both hands. She attacked three times in an instant, and each strike was exquisite, and each strike was aimed at his vitals. When she was a captive, this girl hid herself very well. Not only was she skilled in archery, but her swordsmanship was also extremely ruthless.
Lin Wanrong took a step back, and blocked the knife she stabbed towards his heart. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were cold.
"Kill!" Yueya suddenly shouted, and her slender fingers moved as fast as lightning, slashing towards his face.
This crazy wild horse! Lin Wanrong was finally angered. "Ah." He punched Yueya's wrist heavily. Yu Jia grunted in pain, and retreated.
Lin Wanrong stepped forward. The broadsword in his hand slashed towards her head. "Ding." Yu Jia used all her strength to block his blade.
"You must know who I am, right?!" Lin Wanrong tore off his mask, and threw it out. "Alright! Then look at me. Look at me!! — If you recognize me, I will let you kill me today! Admit it. Why don't you just admit it! "The saber pressed Yu Jia into a corner with great force. His eyes widened, and he was almost roaring in anger. His panting breath hit Yu Jia's face.
Wearing this bullsh * t mask made him feel suffocated. Now that he was free, he immediately let out a long sigh of relief.
"Lin, Lin San —" Zhao Kangning, who was hiding under the table, murmured his name with a deathly pale face.
"Go to hell, you bastard!" Hu Bugui slashed the table open. He spat out a mouthful of saliva and cursed. The young prince obediently retracted his head.
Yu Jia shook her head with all her strength, and stared at his face with wide eyes. She did not dare to move. The atmosphere seemed to freeze. Doubt, hesitation, helplessness, sadness … In that instant, countless colors floated across her eyes.
After a long silence, her body slightly trembled, and a faint mist rose in her eyes. The small hand holding the golden blade unconsciously reached forward, but stopped after a moment. She looked down and said softly, "Can you tell me, is the person I have forgotten is a good person, or a bad person?!"
"I don't have time to answer your questions!" Lin Wanrong threw her away with a cold face. He turned and left!
"I will kill you, you despicable person!" Yu Jia, who was behind him, roared, and the golden blade in her hand slashed toward the back of his head.
"Ding!" Lin Wanrong turned and attacked, and the two blades collided. Crescent Moon held the curved blade with both hands. She gritted her teeth and stared at him. She would rather die than take a step back. The two faced each other, and the cold blade cut his face painfully.
A trace of blood seeped through his lips. Yu Jia looked at the crescent moon mark on his hand, and tears streamed down her face.
"Big sister …" A child's voice filled with terror suddenly sounded in the hall.
"Sa Er Mu!" Yu Jia was shocked. He used all his strength. He pushed away Lin Wanrong's blade, and at the same time, he rushed toward the Little Khan as fast as lightning.
"Great Khan Yu Jia, please calm down." Hu Bugui stepped on Tu Suozuo's stomach with one foot. His other hand was holding an oily curved blade against Sa Er Mu's neck.
Yu Jia hurriedly pulled himself up. A fierce look flashed across his eyes. "What are you doing? If anyone dares to hurt Sa Er Mu. I will make him regret being born for the rest of his life! "
"Sister, Sa Er Mu is not afraid. Kill them, quickly kill them! "The Little Khan raised his head and shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.
The situation in the hall had changed dramatically. Although there were only a dozen of Da Hua's men, they came prepared. Caught off guard, the more than twenty princes and dukes sitting at the top, other than those who were killed on the spot, the remaining less than twenty had all fallen into their hands. Even the little khan, Sa Ermu, was no exception.
And the Turkic guards swarmed in behind Yu Jia and surrounded the China people.
"You, why don't you speak?!" Yu Jia gritted his teeth and pointed at the mute man. He asked harshly.
Hearing the rumbling of hooves outside the palace gates. Lin Wanrong sighed. "At this time, it's more appropriate for the knife to speak."
"Reporting to the Great Khan, bad news! The city has been breached! Da Hua's people are killing their way into the palace! "Before he finished speaking, Before he finished speaking, a Turkic guard barged in, panting. The sound of blades at the palace gates could already be heard so clearly.
A hint of sadness flashed across the Great Khan's face. Looking at Lin Wanrong, he said softly, "Do you think you can defeat me like this? Don't forget, Kizil has twenty thousand elites and countless of my people. They are coming from all directions, you can't escape! "
"The number of elites has nothing to do with me." Lin Wanrong smiled coldly. "Blood, fire, fear. These are the things that the Turks once gave us, I certainly hope that you can have a taste of it. "
"Kill!" The sound of galloping hooves sounded like rapid raindrops. Xu Zhen and Gao Qiu's excited and heroic voices were right in front of them. Countless China cavalry swept in like a gale.
Yu Jia's eyes were cold as he swung his golden blade. The archers waiting outside the palace fired in unison. The dense rain of arrows was like a swarm of locusts, shooting straight at the cavalry at the front. Screams of pain rang out endlessly.
In this final battle, there were no shortcuts. Whoever was more ruthless would win. Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth and said nothing. Yu Jia clenched his fists. Their gazes met in the air, but they quickly turned their heads away.
"Reporting to the Great Khan, ten thousand wolf cavalry have arrived from the back gate. They will be here soon!"
Yu Jia nodded and looked up at the mute man. He saw that the mute man's eyes were lowered and unmoved, as if he was not afraid at all. Yu Jia suddenly remembered that the mute man did not understand the Turkic language.
This little bit of happiness was enjoyed by the mute man. The Great Khan lowered his head, his eyes alternating between hatred and gentleness. Unknowingly, tears rolled down his cheeks.
Hu Bugui was anxious. They had barged into the palace alone and even captured the Little Khan. If they could not bring him out, would it not be a great regret? But at this moment, they had more captives than they had, otherwise they would have charged out with the captives.
The battle cries made them anxious. Unable to wait any longer, old Hu Bugui yelled, "Old Gao, hurry up, Yueya has agreed to warm General Lin's bed!"
"Hu!" Gao Qiu let out a furious roar. Braving the dense rain of arrows, he and the hundreds of cavalry behind him charged into the Turkic camp. Blades danced and blood rained down.
At the same time. The thunderous sound of hooves thundered from behind the palace. Tens of thousands of Turkic cavalry galloped forward. From their momentum, they were much stronger than the Chinese. The two armies advanced at the same time. It was unknown who would be the first to charge into the palace.
"General Lin — —" Xu Zhen's roar was accompanied by the sound of blades. The Chinese cavalry charged in, bathed in blood. Almost at the same time, the wooden doors of the palace were smashed open. The Turkic cavalry charged in like the wind, protecting Yu Jia.
"Mute, you've been surrounded!" Golden Saber Khan said indifferently.
"It's the opposite of what you think." Pointing at the Turkic elites beside him, Mute shook his head with a smile. "I feel that we've never been this safe!"
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