More and more Hu gathered outside the city, and the Turks continued to pour in from all directions. Horses pushed against horses, and people squeezed against each other. They were like layers of dark clouds that covered the entire plains.
The soldiers of Da Hua gathered together silently, back to back, and slowly moved forward, like a solid ring that was tightly connected. They held their heads high and gripped their sabers tightly. Their bodies were covered in blood, and their faces were covered in smoke. Facing the Hu that outnumbered them dozens of times, not a single one of them showed any fear. Their eyes were filled with pride.
"Lin San, you should just surrender. The Turks are not to be trifled with." A loud voice sounded. It was the young prince, Zhao Kangning, who was being held captive by Xu Zhen, yelling loudly.
Li Wuling charged over and smashed the young prince's mouth with his scabbard. He roared angrily, "You bastard who betrayed your ancestors for glory. How did our China produce such scum like you?"
Seeing Zhao Kangning's mouth covered in blood and teeth, and howling like a pig being slaughtered, Li Wuling felt exhilarated. He chuckled, "Do you understand now? We, the Chinese, are not to be trifled with!"
The twenty or so Turkic princes stared at him with widened eyes. Their faces were filled with killing intent, and Sarmu gritted his teeth. The Right Prince, Tusuzo, who had been punched dizzy by him, had yet to regain his senses. Otherwise, he would have charged forward to fight him. The royal court had been breached, and all the elites had been captured. This was something that had never happened in the history of the Turks.
He turned back to look at the warriors behind him. Their youthful faces were filled with pride and solemnity. All of them silently looked at him with unyielding determination in their eyes.
Shua, his blood was boiling. He drew his saber and bellowed, "Below the walls of Kizil! This is where our bones will be buried! Brothers. Are you afraid? "
"Kill! Kill! Kill! " The Da Hua people all waved the long swords in their hands, and the uniform, mournful sound of the swords was their best answer. It was an excited and solemn bugle call. It caused the earth to tremble in an instant.
Lin Wanrong held his saber horizontally, and his face was filled with killing intent. "Good men of China. I would rather die standing than live kneeling! Let the Turkic Royal Court be the glory of our lives!! "
His loud and clear voice reverberated in everyone's ears like a drum. His aura was majestic. All the soldiers had hot tears in their eyes. In the midst of the Hu that covered the mountains and plains, not a single one of them had any hope of surviving.
A blazing red sun leaped out from the edge of the grassland. The gorgeous morning glow dyed the sky red and shone on their faces. Countless black pupils shone brightly in the gentle morning sun.
The surrounding Turks heard the bugle call of the Chinese and silently approached the Turks. They surrounded them in the middle. Looking from the sky, the endless human heads and black horses were like wriggling black dots that formed a huge black circle that was slowly moving. Fifty thousand horses galloped together. The roar reached his ears. It was like rolling thunder in spring.
A golden dragon flag fluttered high in the sky. There were only a few thousand China soldiers left. It was like the firmest center of the circle, standing tall and unmoving. The savagery on the Hu's faces was clear. They advanced step by step, neither fast nor slow. The breathing of the men and horses was like the rustling of silkworms in a spring night.
When they were several hundred zhang away, the Turks slowly stopped. A golden imperial tent slowly rose in the middle of the army. The Turkic Great Khan carried a golden bow and black arrows on his back. He stood on the observation deck, his eyes silent. His beautiful face shone with a faint golden light.
"I will say it one last time." Yu Jia was expressionless, but his eyes were like lightning. A crisp voice, neither fast nor slow, echoed in front of the two armies. "China, leave Sa Ermu behind, and I will let you go!"
The China army was silent. More than twenty Turkic nobles, along with Sa Ermu, were pushed to the front of the army. Their mouths were stuffed with cloth, and their eyes were blindfolded. They struggled and squirmed as the snow-white saber flashed across their necks from time to time.
Lin Wanrong's cold voice came clearly. "I will also say it one last time. 'Great Khan, place your cleverness on the coming negotiation table.' Challenging my patience at this time is not the way of a smart person!! "
Yu Jia's face was cold, his eyes lowered, and he was silent. Other than the snorts of the warhorses, there was not a single sound in the quiet grassland. The silence was like a barrel of gunpowder that could be ignited at any moment.
The sky gradually darkened, and the haze had long covered the red sun. Dark clouds gathered over the grassland, and a light wind picked up. In an instant, it became gloomy. The weather at the end of the fifth month was already hot, but today, the air seemed a little strange. The light wind carried a biting chill. Old Gao looked at the sky, shook his head, and sighed. "It looks like it's going to rain!"
Lin Wanrong's face was silent, but a cold light shot out of his eyes. "Big Brother Hu, Old Gao, remember. No matter when, no matter what, as long as Yu Jia hesitates, take your brothers, take Sa Ermu, and leave immediately! There may only be one chance, so do not delay! Once we get past Yu Jia, the grassland will be smooth sailing. With Sa Ermu and Tusozo in our hands, the rest of the Hu people will not dare to touch a single hair of yours — do you understand?! "
His solemn expression was not seen for a long time. Hu Bugui and Gao Qiu hurriedly cupped their fists. "Yes, Sir!!"
Li Wuling thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "Big Brother Lin, what about you?!"
"Me?! Lin Wanrong nodded and smiled. "If there's a chance, of course, I'll go with you! You know, I'm very afraid of death! "
At such a tense moment, only General Lin could make such a joke. Everyone laughed out loud. Only Ning Yuxi, who was silent, seemed to feel something and gently pulled his hand. The little thief's palm was wet and full of sweat.
The Great Khan of Golden Saber, who had been silent for a long time, slowly said, "This is the choice of the Chinese people, you can't blame anyone! Warriors, prepare to attack! "
"Roar —" The Turks, who had been silent just now, instantly roared like wolves, and the machetes in their hands flashed with cold light. The hooves of the horses spun back and forth, and the earth instantly shook.
"Brothers, get ready —" Lin Wanrong roared.
All the soldiers glared angrily and unsheathed their weapons. A bloody storm was coming, and even the elegant Ning Yuxi could not help but tighten her grip on the sword in her hand.
"Mute. You forced me to do this! "
"I've always forced myself!"
The Great Khan of Golden Saber's beautiful eyes instantly became moist. She gritted her teeth and raised the golden saber in her hand. Suddenly, she swung it down with force. "Warriors, for the glory of the grassland. Kill — "
"Kill —" The earth shook and the mountains shook. The dust stirred up by countless Turk horses instantly enveloped the grassland. The Hu people were like rolling sand. They came roaring. Like a pack of ferocious wolves, they rushed toward their prey.
"Our blood. This is the Great Wall of China! Kill — "Mute roared angrily. Along with the roar of the Great Khan, it echoed across the grassland. The Chinese and the Turks were instantly in an uproar. Two torrents, one big and one small, surged wildly on the grassland.
Lin Wanrong waved his hand. Hu Bugui's eyes were blood-red. He stepped forward. Swoosh swoosh. Pillars of blood shot into the sky. The two Turkic princes who had lost their heads fell to the ground with a thud. At the same time, hundreds and thousands of Chinese soldiers. Their eyes flashed with excitement and solemnity. Like a huge net that had suddenly been cast. Like lightning, they shot out.
In a moment. The two galloping torrents collided fiercely. "Swoosh." The ear-piercing sound of blades rang out. Accompanied by the neighing of warhorses and the mournful cries of soldiers. Thick clouds of blood, like flowers blooming in an instant. Dyed the grassland red.
In the midst of the bloody storm, the most elite of China. And the most elite of the Hu people. Finally ushered in the most tragic head-on confrontation.
This was an asymmetrical battle. Facing ten times the number of Hu people, survival was no longer a problem. Every time he killed someone, it was a profit. In this hopeless situation where they were prepared to die, all the Chinese soldiers instantly exploded with great energy. One against ten. As brave as tigers. In the dripping blood. The young bodies fell one by one. Lying beside them were countless Hu people!
Blood blinded their eyes. Hatred covered the grassland. There were flames and blood everywhere.
The Jade Armor and Golden Saber swung. The attacks were like a tide, never stopping. Countless Hu surged forward like a flood of pipes. They wanted to use their powerful combat power to overwhelm the Chinese people.
The warhorses whined mournfully. In the endless slaughter, the soldiers of both sides fell wave after wave. There was one less Chinese person who fell, but the Hu people were like an endless sea, quickly washing away the bloodstains they left behind and making a comeback.
The Great Khan of Golden Saber launched three consecutive waves of attacks without pause. Hu Bugui's face was covered in blood, and he had already killed eight captives in one breath. Eight bloody heads were scattered at his feet. Not only was Zhao Kangning's face drained of blood, but the young Khan's face was also pale, his lips trembling.
These were the elites of the Turkic Khaganate, and anyone would be wary of them. But Yu Jia seemed to have gone mad, ordering the Hu to charge and kill without so much as a frown on his face.
As the Great Khan of the Turkic Khaganate, Yujia could not ignore the feelings of the other tribes, and let these elites of the Turkic Khaganate die under the blades of the Chinese people. Furthermore, her younger brother, the future master of the grassland, was among them.
This was a ruthless tactic, but it was also a gamble. With every wave of attack, the Chinese people would mercilessly kill the captives. And Yujia was betting that she was more ruthless than the Chinese people, and wanted to force the Chinese people to be the first to collapse! Only then would she have a chance to save Sa Ermu.
Although Yujia had the absolute advantage, the pressure in her heart was far greater than that of the Chinese people. This was a battle that no one could afford to lose.
The captives in Hu Bugui's hands decreased, and the remaining ten or so were all forced to kneel on the grassland, including Sa Ermu. Looking at the young Khan's body trembling in the wind, the Great Khan's face paled, and his body trembled. The mute's eyes were blood-red, and there was a suffocating feeling in his heart that was about to shatter.
"Kill!" In the sky full of blood, the two of them looked at each other, and the tears in each other's eyes were clearly visible. But suddenly, like two barrels of gunpowder, they exploded at the same time. Two roars shook the heavens and the earth. Two horses, like lightning, streaked across the grassland, and the commanders of both sides roared as they charged at each other. At this moment, only the sound of killing could make them forget everything else.
Countless Turkic and Chinese people followed behind them, and the dust and smoke of the grassland interweaved with the light of fire.
Swords and spears clashed, and blood mist filled the air. The grass was gone, and all they could see was red. There were people everywhere, and they could hear Yueya 'er's mad roars, but they could not see where she was.
Lin Wanrong's eyes were wide open, and his saber was faster than the last. One by one, the Hu fell beside him, and their arms were already numb.
"Oh!" Gao Qiu, who was following behind him, gave a muffled grunt. His shoulder had already been hit by a stray arrow, and blood was flowing. Xu Zhen's arm was also injured, and the youngest Li Wuling was guarding the two of them closely. His saber was already bent from all the slashes.
The mute stabbed his saber deeply into the body of the Hu opposite him, and watched as his opponent fell with a cry. Everything in front of him was red. His eyes were blurry. His mind was numb. At this moment, no one could remain clear-headed.
"Thief!" Fairy Ning had just flipped over the enemy beside her. She looked up. Instantly, she saw a mountainous group of Hu closing in on the thief, surrounded by the cold saber light of the Turks. Like a bolt of lightning, she struck. In her panic. With a shout, her body shot out like a bolt of silk. The long sword drew out two bolts of lightning in the air.
With a loud bang, forty to fifty Hu and their warhorses were sent flying. Severed limbs flew in all directions. Ning Yuxi's face was pale, and her chest was panting. She leaped to his side: "Thief. How are you?! "
"I'm fine!" Lin Wanrong took a deep breath, and shook his head to wipe away the blood on his face, and grinned: "Yueya is too ruthless, she almost caught up to me! Sister. I'm afraid we're really going to die here! "
Fairy Ning's eyes were filled with tears, and she wiped away the blood on his hair. She said softly: "Don't be afraid, you are my thief. We will live and die together. "
"Kill that witch! Kill her! "Golden Saber Great Khan's eyes flashed with boundless anger. He gritted his silver teeth. He waved the golden saber in his hand, and pointed it at Ning Yuxi.
The edge of the saber glowed coldly. Countless Hu closed in on Fairy Ning.
Ning Yu Xi let out a clear shout and stood up. Her long sword danced in the air. She drew out several rays of silver light. The sharp cold wind was as fast as lightning. Dust rose, and blood splattered everywhere. Countless Hu people were decapitated.
But the Turks did not stop, and there were countless of them. The boundless rain of arrows whistled through the air as they aimed at the fairy in the air. The sound of the saber and the wind mixed together. Blood flowed like a river.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! " Hu Bugui's eyes were wide open, and he rushed into the group of captives without blinking. His saber was as fast as lightning, and he killed four people in one breath. Blood splattered, covering his eyes.
The youngest captive was fiercely pressed to the ground by the wolf-like Hua nation. He struggled, trembled, and a soft whimper could be faintly heard.
No matter whose son he was, he was first and foremost a five or six-year-old child, and fear in front of the blood-colored saber light was innate, and could not be suppressed.
Looking at the saber dripping with blood in Hu Bugui's hand, Yujia's body trembled, her face pale, and her silver teeth sank deep into her red lips, and blood flowed slowly.
"Sa Er Mu — —" Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears slowly flowed down. She gently stood up, and the offensive of the Hu people immediately weakened.
Hearing this call, Lin Wanrong raised his head. In Yu Jia's teary eyes, the heartbreaking weakness and hesitation flashed in front of his eyes like a bolt of lightning.
His heart choked, and his nose felt sour. He forced himself to turn his head away. But how could he miss such a rare opportunity? He shouted with all his might, "Old Hu, Old Gao, go, go quickly!"
He slashed the Hu people around him, but the Turks surged forward like a tide. Although the offensive had decreased, the crowd was like ants, tightly surrounding him. The fairy protected the little thief by his side, waving her sword rapidly. Beads of sweat had already clung tightly to her face.
"General, let's go together!" Gao Qiu and the others slashed the surrounding Hu people, and hurriedly huddled together, shouting with all their might.
Looking at Sa Er Mu, and then at the blood-soaked China people, Yujia clenched her teeth, and the expression in her eyes changed rapidly.
There were only a few opportunities like this in life, and once missed, it was impossible to come back! Farewell, Yujia!
Lin Wanrong grabbed Ning Yuxi's little hand, and said loudly, "Sister, let's go quickly!"
All the China soldiers turned their horses around, braving the rain of arrows, and sprinted away. Sa Er Mu's small body kept struggling in Hu Bugui's hand. Yujia's eyes were wet, and the hand holding the saber trembled slightly, not knowing whether to raise it or put it down.
Without the Great Khan's orders, the Turks were at a loss, and their offensive decreased sharply. In an instant, the China people opened up a path of blood.
Hu Bugui took the lead, and the remnants of the army were like a surging dragon, breaking through the encirclement of the Hu people, dragging their tails as they rushed out. No one could stop them from returning home.
Following at the back, the dense rain of arrows behind him was like a swarm of locusts. Although he was fleeing in a sorry state, his spirit was already a lot more relaxed. He ran side by side with the fairy, and while running at a fast speed, he panted and said, "Fairy sister, we are finally going home!"
Ning Yuxi nodded slightly, but she could no longer hold it in and started coughing violently. Her face was pale, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of her mouth, and it was a ghastly sight to behold.
"Sister!" Lin Wanrong was shocked. He could not care less about the dense rain of arrows behind him. He hurriedly reached out to pull her.
The goddess had been running around for days, and her old illness had not healed. Today, she had to protect him, save his life, and fight thousands of soldiers. She had expended a lot of energy, and was physically and mentally exhausted. Her face was pale, and she smiled at the little thief. "I'm fine, I'm just tired. Little thief, I'm a little uneasy, as if I'm being followed, and I'm afraid that today's matter is not over yet. Is the heavens really going to punish me?! "
The little thief's eyes were brimming with tears, and he said loudly, "No, we are going home soon. All the punishments are aimed at me, it has nothing to do with sister! "
The goddess shook her head lightly, and before she could speak, she suddenly felt the barbarians behind her. The sound of horse hooves was like thunder in spring. It actually intensified in an instant, as if there was a thunderbolt. They chased after her like a flood. The Great Khan Golden Saber who was at the forefront held a bow in his hand. His eyes were cold and determined, and the tear stains on his cheeks were still fresh.
As the Turks exerted their strength, the dense rain of arrows instantly multiplied. It was like a cold rain that was flying swiftly. The warhorses of the Turks were far superior to the Chinese soldiers, and they chased from all directions, wanting to close the encirclement. Amidst the screams of pain. The Chinese soldiers at the rear fell off their horses. In an instant, fifty to sixty people were gone.
Lin Wanrong's eyes were wide open, and he turned around and slashed. He killed the Turks who were following behind him. But the number of barbarians was huge, and their warhorses were excellent. In an instant, hundreds of people surpassed him, and broke through the encirclement. It looked like it was about to be cut off and closed again.
"General Lin!" The high chieftain Hu Bugui and the others who were at the front were shocked, and immediately wanted to return to his horse to save him.
"No!" Lin Wanrong jumped up, and with one slash, he broke the neck of the barbarian beside him. He roared, "Big brother Hu, you guys leave quickly! Bring Sarmu back! Those who disobey will be killed! "
"General — —" Hu Bugui roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot.
"Kill!" Seeing more and more barbarians. That encirclement was about to close, Ning Yuxi suddenly leaped up, gathering all the strength in her body, and the sword in her hand instantly split into two, one on the left and one on the right. Two beams of light shot out, like the most beautiful rainbow in the world.
This attack was the accumulation of all the power in her body, and it was extremely powerful. Dust flew up, and blood splattered everywhere. Hundreds of barbarians were instantly beheaded and sent flying.
It was just a moment, but it bought the most precious time for the Chinese soldiers to save their lives. The five to six hundred soldiers at the rear, like the wind, broke through the broken encirclement, and killed their way out.
"Demon girl, I'll kill you!" An angry roar sounded, and an ink arrow whistled shrilly, shooting toward Fairy Ning's chest at an unbelievable speed.
That attack just now had almost exhausted all of Ning Yuxi's power. Who could stop such a powerful golden bow and ink arrow, together with Yu Jia's magical archery skills?
Fairy Ning's face was flushed red, and like a willow swaying in the wind, she dodged and waved her palm to deflect the tip of the arrow. The ink arrow deviated slightly, and whistled past with a strong gust of wind.
Before she had time to catch her breath, a black arrowhead suddenly emerged from the tip of the first arrow. It was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of her chest, and its momentum was even stronger than the previous arrow.
Chasing the Moon! The Great Khan's divine skill!
Fairy Ning gritted her teeth, and shouted angrily. She put her palms together, and in the nick of time, she raised her hand and lifted the tip of the arrow up. The ink arrow flew past her ear, and the sound of the wind was like a knife, cutting off a few strands of her hair.
"Sister, be careful!" Before he finished speaking, a third arrow flew out from the end of the second arrow like a god. The dark and thick arrowhead rotated rapidly and buzzed like a spinning top. It was as fast as a wisp of smoke as it shot toward his chest like a lightning bolt.
The speed and momentum of this arrow were almost perfect, and there was no trace of it.
Ning Yuxi had not retracted her hands, and her chest was completely unprotected. How could she block this earth-shattering arrow?
'Is this my punishment?' A miserable smile appeared in her eyes, and she looked at the little thief longingly, but felt as if her body had crashed into a boulder, and she flew out horizontally.
"Pfft!" The arrow pierced her flesh, and the sound of her bones breaking.
Although she was in the midst of an army, the sound was as clear as if it was right beside her ear. Yu Jia took a glance, and her eyes instantly widened, and her gaze became dull.
"Why, why …" Her eyes were empty, and her lips trembled as she muttered to herself.
Endless blood gushed out of Mute's chest like a blooming rose, but he was grinning.
"Dang!" The bowstring in the beautiful Golden Blade Khan's hand broke along with her heart. She sat on the ground like a piece of withered grass, and her eyes became dull, as if she had lost all of her soul.
Lin Wanrong's eyes were wide open, and his steps were messy, but he stood firmly, unwilling to take a step back even if he had to die.
Unstoppable blood gushed out from his nose, ears, eyes, and mouth. It gushed out like a fountain and dripped onto his chest, shoulders, abdomen, and thighs. In an instant, he had turned into a man of blood.
That trembling ink arrow pierced deep into his chest. The golden wings, and the pretty face of the crescent moon that flashed in front of him, were so beautiful.
He gritted his teeth, and stood firm like a rock. He did not fall, and did not even take a step back.
The unparalleled triple arrow chain! Yu Jia had hidden that crucial arrow from everyone!! The power of this arrow was earth-shattering, and it could pierce through metal and stone. She was the undisputed Heaven's Favorite of the grasslands!
"General Lin —"
"Brother Lin —"
Hu Bugui and Gao Qiu screamed as they turned their horses around. Tears streamed down their faces like raindrops. They whipped their horses with all their might and were about to charge back when they heard General Lin's roar, "Go — — quickly go — —"
"General —"
"Old Hu, did you forget what I said?! Go, quickly go — ah — "He tried to shut his mouth, but blood poured down like rain, flowing from his ears, nose, and mouth.
"Ya — ya —" Gao Qiu beat his chest and stamped his feet, and the thumping sounds were like heavy drums. All the China soldiers burst into tears.
"Go, all of you, follow me, no one is allowed to turn back!" Hu Bugui silently grinned, and bowed deeply to General Lin. He turned around and whipped his horse, tears and sweat pouring down together. Countless soldiers of Da Hua followed behind him, tears streaming down their faces.
"Thief —" Ning Yuxi seemed to have woken up from a dream, and she lunged forward like a madwoman, tears like a broken dam. She hugged him tightly, and touched his face, and his hair.
Blood, dripping blood! The blood of the little thief!
"Sister, I said," he gasped for breath, but he was smiling. Blood sprinkled down like rain, and his eyes were full of gentleness. "I will bear all the punishment alone! It has nothing to do with you. This arrow is for me to return to Crescent Moon. Now, I don't owe her, I am very happy. "
"Little thief." The fairy's tears flowed like a fountain, and she tightly nestled in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, letting the endless blood stain her hair and cheeks.
The little thief's eyes gradually became slack, and his palms were as cold as snow. He suddenly opened his eyes wide. "Sister, I really want to go home, my mother is calling me —"
His hand suddenly stopped in the air, and he no longer spoke.
The fairy's heart was suffocating. She gently closed his eyes, wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and gently kissed his cold lips. "Little thief, let's go home!"
Li Wuling, who was gritting his teeth and wiping his tears, felt a chill behind his ears. He casually touched it, and suddenly jumped up in shock. "Look, look —"
"Look at what?!" Hu Bugui rubbed the corner of his eyes, angrily saying.
Little Li exclaimed, "It's, it's, it's snowing!"
"Nonsense! How can it snow at the end of May — "Before he finished speaking, he felt an icy coldness beside his ears. Lifting his head, he did not know when, but the rising sun had already disappeared. Fierce winds blew across the grasslands, and the sky was filled with nether spirits. The willow catkins slowly swayed in the air, gently falling, and gradually covered the eyes. The snowflakes were sparkling and translucent, like crystals.
"It's snowing, it's snowing, it's f * * king snowing —" Hu Bugui screamed with tears streaming down his face. Everyone cried bitterly.
Heavy snowflakes fell, hitting their faces, hair, and the grasslands, merging with the bright red bloodstains.
Snow at the end of May was rarely seen in a hundred years. Such a strange scene shocked everyone. The Turks widened their eyes, kneeling on the ground, praying to the heavens.
Yu Jia quietly sat in the middle of the grasslands, her eyelids drooping. She did not speak, did not cry, did not laugh, and was completely silent. Snowflakes danced in the air, slowly falling on her soft black hair, as if pinching a beautiful little flower for her.
In the swirling snowflakes, there seemed to be a few snowflakes on her beautiful, jade-like temples. At first, it was faint, then slowly thicker, bit by bit, and gradually mottled, until it was as white as snow, and her temples were dyed with autumn frost...
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