The sound of swords resounded and blood filled the air.
Everywhere were flaming horses galloping and fire arrows flying like locusts. The wooden houses and tents by the side of the street were instantly set ablaze and burned along with the wind. Countless Turks were trampled and injured. The running flames burned their hair and clothes, and miserable screams filled the air. The fleeing crowd became live targets for the charging Da Hua Cavalry. A boundless rain of arrows was accompanied by a sky full of fire. In an instant, Kizil had turned from a paradise into a purgatory.
In this sea of fire, the China cavalry, bathed in blood, raised their blood-dripping scimitars, and like a surging flood, they crazily surged into the Turkic palace.
The inside and outside of the huge palace was instantly filled with human heads. Turks, China, blood-stained blades, and countless war horses, they were all tightly packed together. The distance between the two sides was only several feet, so close that they could smell the sweat on each other's body. Everywhere, there were blood-red eyes and crazed faces. The Turks were like this, and the Chinese were even more so!
"Old Gao, you're finally here!!" Seeing Gao Qiu's swarthy face, Hu Bugui was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He hugged Gao Qiu's arm and laughed loudly.
"I'm ashamed, I was killing to my heart's content outside and almost forgot about this place. Forgive me, forgive me." Gao Qiu laughed heartily and glanced at the captured Sarmu and the various Turkic princes before nodding his head proudly.
Countless China soldiers rushed forward and tied them up tightly, taking extra care of the little Khan.
Yujia gripped his golden blade tightly, blood dripping from his red lips. He wanted to rush forward immediately. But the cold blades of the China soldiers were pressed tightly against Sarmu's neck. If he moved, his head would fall to the ground.
Li Wuling looked at the ferocious Turkic cavalry on the ground. He excitedly wiped away the blood on his face. "So many Hu? Brother Lin, this is more than enough for us to kill! Damn it. We've earned enough today! "
"Yes." Lin Wanrong laughed loudly. "We've earned enough!"
He slowly turned around. Looking at all the China elites behind him. Suddenly, he raised his arm and shouted, "Brothers. Do you know where we are? Let me tell you, the place covered in blood-red flames … is the Turkic Imperial Palace! It's a Turkic imperial palace!!! "
"Phew — —" The sentence he deliberately repeated was like a bomb falling to the ground. The crowd went wild. The Chinese had been waiting for a hundred years for this moment to wash away their shame. Countless hot-blooded youths had tears in their eyes. They cheered wildly. Brandishing their blood-dripping sabers, they charged at the Hu.
Bolstered by this massive morale, the Chinese charged forward with an unstoppable momentum. Even with the numerical advantage, the Turks were still pushed back several zhang.
Swoosh! The Jade Constellation Scimitar was unsheathed. She waved her hand coldly. The surrounding Turks immediately swarmed back to where they came from.
"Dang!" Countless swords and spears collided. Both sides squeezed tightly together. The faces of China's soldiers were flushed, and their eyes shone with ferocity and excitement. He would rather die than take a step back.
Although there was no killing in the confrontation, the atmosphere was suffocating. Other than the sound of breathing, no one spoke.
Yu Jia's eyes flashed, and he waved his golden saber again. The Turks roared, and squeezed forward with all their might, suppressing the opponent's narrow space step by step.
"No one retreat!" Lin Wanrong's gaze was cold. He gulped and pointed his saber forward.
"Kill!" The Chinese soldiers roared at the same time. His eyes were bloodshot, and he instantly unleashed a huge burst of energy, using his snow-white saber to block the Turks. He forcefully pushed them back.
There was no blood, but it was more thrilling than the slaughter on the battlefield. This was a contest of the tenacity and will of the two races! Every Chinese had an indescribable excitement and solemnity on their faces. From Lin San to the soldiers, everyone had the same expression, as if they would never lose.
The Golden Saber Great Khan raised his head slightly, and looked at Mute. His gaze gradually turned cold, and he gripped his saber tightly. On the back of his hand, a few veins popped out. Mute stared at her without backing down, and his face was as dark as the dark clouds in the sky.
In this terrifying silence, everyone felt as if there was a string that was pulled taut. It was as if there was a taut string in everyone's heart. No one knew when this string would snap, and what would happen if it snapped.
"Sister, don't worry about me, kill them!" The Turk Little Khan, who was under the control of the Chinese, suddenly clenched his teeth and let out a childish roar. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and let out a trembling and immature roar. The crisp voice of a child instantly rang through every corner of the imperial palace.
Old Gao slapped the Little Khan's head, and said angrily, "If you speak again, I will cut off your tongue!"
Slapping the Turk Khan, this is something that I never thought would happen to me?! Old Gao stared blankly at the palm, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed. Hu Buhui, of course, understood what he meant, and chuckled, "Kid, you got ahead of me!"
"Sa Er Mu —" Yu Jia wailed, her eyes widened, and her teeth clenched so tightly that the golden saber in her hand was almost crushed.
Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed, "Big Brother Gao, don't be too simple and crude. China is a land of etiquette. If you can't win people over with virtue, then you can make a move. "
"Yes, yes, I will change next time!" Old Gao grinned and nodded.
"I don't want you to cry like a cat, fake mercy!" Sa Er Mu shouted angrily. Although his voice was stiff, it was standard Chinese. Lin Wanrong looked at him in surprise, and then at Yu Jia. The Great Khan's expression was cold, and his eyes were filled with deep hatred.
Lin Wanrong shook his head in amusement, "Sa Er Mu, a cat crying like a mouse is fake mercy, and a mouse crying like a cat is true mercy. When your sister taught you Chinese, you must not have paid attention. "
Little Khan stared at him with widened eyes, "I don't care if you're a mouse or a cat, you bullied my sister, Sa Er Mu will never forgive you!"
"I didn't bully —" He wanted to argue, but after taking a glance at Yu Jia, his voice subconsciously became softer. He didn't seem to have much confidence in his words!
The Great Khan heaved a long sigh, her pretty face glinting in faint golden light. She raised her head and stared at his face with a sharp gaze. "Chinese, let's talk terms. As long as you release Sarmu and my tribesmen, Yu Jia, with the honor of the Golden Blade Great Khan of the Turkic Khaganate, promises you that I will not pursue the matter of the sneak attack on the royal court. You, and your warrior. You can leave the grassland safely and return to your homeland with glory! "
The word 'return with glory' was indeed well-deserved. Their lone army had traveled for months, penetrated thousands of miles, crossed the Helan Mountains, set fire to Bayanhaote, launched a surprise attack on Dalanza, crossed the Sea of Death and the Ice Cave of Tianshan, attacked the Barbarian Royal Court, and spread the flames of war all over Kyzil. It could be said that he was truly invincible and intimidating the enemy. Even if they could not take Sarmu away, as long as they could return alive, they would be deserving heroes.
Lin Wanrong shook his head slightly and flatly said, "Great Khan, don't you think it's an insult to your intelligence to make such a request?!"
Yu Jia's expression was cold. "Your hands are stained with the blood of my tribesmen. Release Sarmu, and I will let bygones be bygones. Is that not lenient enough?! "
Mute looked at her. Suddenly, he raised his head and laughed at the sky. The disdain on his face was like a needle that pierced into Yueya 'er's heart.
"What are you laughing at?!" The Golden Blade Great Khan roared in anger. She wished she could go up and strangle him. That crisp shout even caused the dust on the beams of the hall to fall. Even the dust on the beams fell down.
Lin Wanrong raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "I'm laughing at you for pretending to be ignorant! Speaking of the blood on your hands. Great Khan. Go ask your father, ask your tribesmen, what have they done to my people? Even if I kill ten times more Turks, can I beat these butchers?! "
"You are not allowed to question my father!!!" Yueya 'er gritted her teeth and stared at him with wide eyes as she shouted angrily.
Lin Wanrong's old face darkened. He said loudly, "He is your father, not mine!!! Why can't I question a person whose hands are stained with blood?! "
Such an intense quarrel felt vaguely familiar. When she was still the innocent and beautiful captive Yueya 'er, it had already happened countless times. But as time passed, although the object was the same, the person was no longer the same! At this moment, could she still remember those past events that were not too far away?! Mute kept a straight face and laughed bitterly in his heart.
Old Hu and Gao Qiu looked at each other, their faces full of shock. These two were clearly strangers, why did they start to quarrel again? That monotonous look, and even the tone, had not changed!
"You dare to insult my father?!" Sarmu had already jumped up in rage and rushed over to fight with him. Old Gao laughed and stopped him. The little Khan was a little mischievous, he opened his mouth and bit the old expert. Hu Bugui's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. He went up and grabbed Sa Er Mu's neck, letting his small body kick in the air.
"Stop!" Seeing Sarmu being tortured, Yujia waved her golden blade in a fit of anger, her eyes slightly moist.
Hu Bugui laughed, scratched his head in embarrassment, and put down the little Khan.
Golden Blade Khan panted a few times. With a touch of sadness on her face, she silently glanced at Lin Wanrong. Suddenly, she walked over slowly. Her footsteps were very light, like a feather floating in the air. There was a kind of unreal illusion.
Less than twenty feet away from him, Yujia stopped in her tracks. She looked at him expressionlessly. "Use me to exchange for my brother! Let him go, and take me away!! "
"Sister —" Little Khan cried in shock.
Yujia's beautiful big eyes widened as she said angrily, "Sarmu, you are the son of Pijia Khan, a soaring eagle on the grassland, you can only bleed, not cry! Didn't I teach you?! "
Hu Bugui shook his head slightly. Yujia was not only intelligent, but also affectionate and responsible. Unfortunately, why did she have to be a barbarian? Now, it's as if we are the unforgivable evildoers!
Old Gao sighed, and secretly lowered his voice. "Brother Lin, you're smart and resourceful. Think of a way to get Yueya to warm your bed for you! She's not a bad person, and neither are we! It's a pity to miss out on such a woman!! "
Lin Wanrong was speechless. The two armies confronted each other, blood was everywhere, and the hatred was as deep as the sea. Yujia was a Heaven's prideling who dominated the grassland, even if I wanted to get her to warm my bed and risk my life, would the Turks agree?!
"What, you don't dare to answer?! Are you Chinese all so cowardly?! "The Great Khan stared at him, the corners of its mouth curling into a cold sneer.
Fate seemed to be playing a joke, where did it start, turn around, and return to the same place. If Yujia really became his captive again, then where would the wheel of fate point?
"It's not that I don't dare to answer, but I'm afraid I'll disappoint you." He shook his head, smiled, and sighed. "Great Khan, the world changes. You're not the person I want right now!"
"You —" Yujia's cheeks flushed in anger, and a thin layer of mist rose in her eyes. Then, a sharp glint flashed, and the golden blade in her hand clenched tightly, ready to be unsheathed at any moment.
As if he did not see her gaze, Mute said flatly, "Am I wrong?! You're the Golden Blade Khan now, shining brightly. But the future master of the grassland is not you. Why should I give up the future for the present?! Just because you're beautiful? Forgive me for being blunt, but the maids in my house are all a hundred times more beautiful than you, and I can touch them as I please. Can you?! "
"Pervert!" The Great Khan gritted her teeth, her breasts quivering, and her gaze was cold as she glared at him. "Then what do you want?! State your terms! "
Mute heaved a long sigh. Shaking his head, he said, "Terms? Of course we can talk. It's just that the Great Khan did not pick a good time today. "
Hearing that he was willing to negotiate, Yu Jia's eyes flashed with hope. His tone softened a little. "Not good today? How about tomorrow?! "
"Tomorrow is not an auspicious day either!"
"Then when will you choose?!"
Lin Wanrong nodded and said, "When we return to Mount Helan, it should be about time. At that time, our two countries can build a long shed between Wuyuan and Bayanhaote, spanning the borders of the two countries. Several dozen tables were set up. Everyone drank tea, ate some fruits, and sat down to talk slowly. To tell you the truth, Great Khan, I look forward to that moment! "
The Golden Saber Great Khan realized that he had been tricked. He was enraged, and his face reddened. "Mute, how dare you tease me?!"
"This is not a tease. Instead, it is the reality that you will have to face! "Mute turned around fearlessly. He smiled at Sarmu and said, "Little Khan. Welcome to our China. Don't worry, as long as you mention my name, Lin San, no one will dare to bully you. I guarantee it! "
"You dare?!" The corners of Yu Jia's eyes cracked, and he slashed a few tables beside him. His eyes seemed to be on fire, and he gritted his teeth and stared at him. Traces of blood seeped out of his red lips, and he said word by word, "Lin San. Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?! "
"Kill, kill, and you will know!" Lin San flicked his sleeves and patted Hu Bugui's shoulder. "Brother Hu, tell the brothers to get ready, we are going home!!"
Go home? The word was distant and unfamiliar. Hu Bugui was stunned for a moment, and tears filled his eyes in an instant. He trembled and murmured, "General. You said, we are going home?! "
"Yes, go home! Today. What a nice day! "Looking at the sunrise in the sky, he sighed and said. It was as red as a baby's face. His nose was slightly choked, and he lifted his feet and strode out with his head held high. Yu Jia stared at his back, the expression in his eyes constantly changing.
"Sister — —" Sarmu was carried by Hu Bugui, and he followed after Lin Wanrong. The childish cries were extremely tragic. The twenty or so Turks who were captured were tied up, and their mouths were gagged. They struggled as they were pushed out.
Two streams of tears fell silently. Yu Jia gritted his teeth. He waved his golden blade and shouted, "Warriors, listen to my command. Do not let a single Chinese escape! "
Whoosh whoosh whoosh. The Turks swarmed forward. Countless cold arrows that glowed with a dark light were aimed at them.
"Golden bow, black arrows, where are they?!" The Golden Blade Great Khan's voice was crisp and decisive, without a trace of emotion.
Two beautiful Turk girls bowed and brought out a golden bow. Yu Jia held it in her hands. She lightly pulled the bowstring, and the hall immediately buzzed and echoed endlessly. Another two girls respectfully hung a quiver for her, and dozens of heavy black arrows were stuffed into it! These black arrows were made of pure black gold. They were black in color, and were incomparably precious. They were harder than gold and stone. They were indestructible!
Yu Jia's eyes were cold. She hung the bow and raised her jade-like hand. The black arrow was aimed at the slightly swaying back.
Lin Wanrong seemed to sense something, and his body paused for a moment, but he did not turn around. "Great Khan, although I don't agree with some of your views, but in my heart, you are the most respectable opponent! Even if you are not as pretty as my maid, but your arrows are good. If I die in your hands today, it will not be in vain! "
Crescent Moon's beautiful eyes became misty, and her jade-like hand holding the bow trembled slightly. "Mute, I can't tell which of your words are true and which are false. Yu Jia, may I ask, even if it is you, can you understand everything?! "
Mute turned his head and waved at her, laughing. "If I can distinguish truth and falsehood so clearly, then it is not life, but acting — Brother Gao, let's go!"
"Go!" Gao Qiu roared, the broadsword in his hand striking out with all his might. Amidst the loud clang, the Hu people in front of him all took a few steps back. All the soldiers followed behind them, slowly squirming toward the palace gate.
The Hu people followed closely behind them. They squeezed the Chinese people in the middle, but did not dare to act rashly. The Little Khan and the many princes were in their hands, and the Great Khan had not given the order, who would dare to make a move?
Gao Qiu's expression was fierce as he strode forward, striking down with his broadsword with the force of a thunderbolt. The Hu people did not dare to fight against him, and could only retreat step by step.
They had already reached the palace gate. Just as they stepped onto the steps. They heard a shrill whistle pass by their ears, lifting up a few strands of hair. The strong wind that blew past was like a knife, cutting the back of one's ear painfully.
There was a crisp 'chi' sound as metal and stone collided, and sparks flashed. That jet black arrow brushed past his cheek in the blink of an eye, completely sinking into the thick stone wall of the palace. The buzzing echo still lingered in his ears.
Hu Bugui's mouth fell open in shock. With such a powerful bow and crossbow, and Yu Jia's godly archery skills, who in the world could stop them!
"Such poor accuracy!" Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly, smiling as he wiped his burning cheeks, and strode out of the palace gate.
As he stepped out. There was a burning sensation that assaulted his face. The flames on all sides had not yet been extinguished, and the crackling sound was endless. Looking at the two sides of the street, which had been filled with endless joy last night, was now a stretch of scorched earth, filled with rubble. Half of Kizil was submerged in flames.
Countless Turkic cavalry surrounded the two sides of the street, completely surrounding them. There was a murderous aura, but not a single arrow was fired. Evidently, they had not received Yu Jia's orders.
The Chinese people pushed toward the city gate. The Turkic people retreated in an orderly manner. As though they had specially left a path for them.
"What is going on. Is Yu Jia going to let us go like this? "Xu Zhen gripped his broadsword with both hands, looking around warily.
The Turkic people surrounded them but did not attack, not even a single blade was fired. All of Kizil was silent. Yet in this silence, one could faintly smell the scent of blood. An invisible pressure, like a thousand catties weighing down on their hearts. Not only Xu Zhen and Li Wuling, even Hu Bugui and Gao Qiu, these experienced veterans of the Jianghu, had beads of sweat on their foreheads.
"Look. That's Yue Ya 'er's carriage! "Li Wuling pointed.
Under the protection of countless Turkic people, a golden carriage, neither too fast nor too slow, slowly followed behind them. The slightly rustling silk curtains were completely silent. They did not see Yu Jia's figure, but they could feel her calm breathing. The silence of the Turkic Great Khan was terrifying. No one knew what she wanted to do.
The broken city gate was right in front of them. The corpses of the Hu people were strewn all over, and the Chinese soldiers who had fallen from their horses had long stopped breathing. Flames, bloodstains, broken limbs, the traces of last night's battle were still vivid in their eyes.
He walked alone at the very front, looking at the corpses in front of him, the young and passionate faces that he had interacted with day and night. Many of the Chinese soldiers, even in death, their eyes were still wide open, unable to rest in peace.
This was not China! Countless loyal souls, would rest here in a foreign land, unable to return home for the rest of their lives.
He was silent, tears flowing down his cheeks.
"Little thief, I'm sorry — —" A warm and moist little hand tightly grabbed him. It seemed to be at the same frequency as his heartbeat, feeling his pain and sorrow. Fairy Ning quietly stood beside him, gently patting his wrist. The deep love in her eyes, like she was protecting a helpless child.
"Sister, what's wrong, why are you saying sorry?" The little thief was startled, hurriedly raising his head, only to see the faint exhaustion in the fairy's eyes, the faint beads of sweat on her forehead, in the gradually rising sun, sparkling with a dazzling luster.
For a person like Fairy Ning, who had cultivated her whole life, her martial arts were outstanding, how could she be tired by the cold and heat? But these little beads of sweat already revealed something strange.
In a state of shock, Lin Wanrong lifted her veil, only to see Ning Yuxi's jade-like cheeks pale. This was no small matter, the little thief was so scared that he hugged her tightly, "Sister Fairy, what's wrong with you? Where are you not feeling well, don't scare me! "
Ning Yuxi gently stroked his messy hair, shook her head, and sighed, "I know you're not feeling well. In last night's battle, I've done my best, so many lives were lost, but I still can't save them! As a martial arts practitioner, although I can kill the enemy with one sword, that battle is not something an individual can control! Don't blame me! "
Although Fairy Ning's martial arts were high, no matter how powerful her martial arts was, it was no match for the thunderous battle formation. In the midst of thousands of troops, the power that an individual could exert was limited.
Looking at the fairy's remorseful eyes, Lin Wanrong felt pain in his heart. He hurriedly grabbed her hand, "Sister. How can I blame you? It's inevitable for a general to die on the battlefield, that's how wars are. Tell me, where are you feeling unwell? "
"Don't worry." Ning Yuxi said softly, "The day before yesterday, I was in a hurry to cast a spell for Yujia, and last night, I broke the city gate. I'm a little tired, I'll be fine after a day of rest."
Although she said it lightly. But Lin Wanrong instantly understood. Memory erasing, breaking the city gate. Which one of these things was not shocking? How could it be settled with a little bit of effort like the fairy said? And it just happened that these two things happened together. In addition to the overnight battle, no matter how strong the fairy's martial arts were, she couldn't bear it.
"Sister. Don't move now! "Lin Wanrong snorted. He said with a straight face. With a swoosh, he carried her horizontally and put her on the horse. The fairy's face was red, and she whispered, "What are you doing, put me down, don't let anyone see!"
"Whoever wants to see can see!" He gritted his teeth and snorted angrily. He got on the horse and kissed her cheek. Holding her hand, the two horses rode side by side, he smiled, "From now on, close your eyes. Don't wake up until I tell you. "
This overbearing person. The fairy couldn't help but laugh. Seeing countless eyes staring at her, she felt a little embarrassed, and quickly covered her face with her veil, saying softly, "Little thief. You're ruining my cultivation. "
"Then sister, come and ruining my cultivation too. I don't mind! "The little thief laughed.
"What cultivation do you have to be ruining?" The fairy looked at him with a reproachful look. Who knew what she suddenly thought of, but she sighed softly, "My Daoist heart isn't strong enough, I broke many rules, and even used underhanded methods on Yujia, I deserve to be punished."
Lin Wanrong's heart tightened, his eyelids twitched. He hurriedly hugged the fairy tightly. He said angrily, "Nonsense. Everything that happened was my doing. If the heavens want to punish someone, it's me, it's none of your business! "
"Punish you? Isn't that punishing me?! "The fairy said softly.
On the golden sedan, the light gauze fluttered. The beautiful Golden Blade Khagan stared at the fairy's face, his eyes flashing fiercely, the ink arrow swaying slightly.
They had already crossed the city gate, but the Hu were still the same, not stopping them at all. Just as Lin Wanrong was feeling strange, Ning Yuxi raised her head, "Little thief, I forgot to tell you something. I'm afraid the road ahead is not going to work! "
"Why?!" The little thief was shocked.
Fairy Ning sighed softly, "You'll know when you go out and take a look."
He hurriedly urged his horse to cross the city gate, his eyes swept around, and he instantly sucked in a breath of cold air.
Hu. Hu were all over the mountains and plains!
There were Turkic elite heavy cavalry, Kizil city guards, and countless fierce Turkic able-bodied men. There were more than thirty thousand of them. In addition to the Hu elites following Yujia, Kizil had forty to fifty thousand Hu waiting to surround them. The swarms of pitch-black horse heads were like densely packed ants, swaying slightly. The machetes in the Hu's hands shone brightly, thousands of black arrows were aimed at them.
Lin Wanrong suddenly understood, at this crucial moment of life and death, the fairy appeared by his side, it meant that she wanted to live and die with him.
He was indescribably touched, he did not care that there were many people watching. He moved his head closer, through the veil. He kissed the fairy's cheek lightly.
"What are you doing!" Ning Yuxi spat, her face red.
No wonder Yujia was not in a hurry, she wanted to chase us out of the city, this place was much better than the narrow palace. The Turks were able to make full use of the advantages of their cavalry. Fifty thousand people charging together, the momentum was earth-shattering, enough to crush the weak China cavalry into a pancake.
He jumped off the horse and laughed, "So many people?! This is so satisfying! If I were to die today, not only would the Great Hua remember me, even the history of the Turkic Khaganate would remember me. "
Hu Buhui smiled, "I don't understand, is Yujia really going to stake it all on this?! She doesn't even want the little khan's life?! "
"I don't know," Lin Wanrong shook his head, "this girl is a hundred times stronger than I imagined. Her methods always give us a pleasant surprise! Maybe, this will be our last battle. "
Last battle?! Gao Qiu and the rest stared at the rising sun, within the radiance, there was a thick layer of haze.
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