"On the grasslands, what is important is strength. With soldiers, horses, cattle and sheep, one is the master of the grasslands. Just by relying on the prestige of one's ancestors, how can one sit on the throne for thousands of years?"
Hua Dang's strong and huge body was pressing down on a strong Mongolian horse, like a small mountain. As he walked, he thought complacently.
On the side, Serimu Zhuo 'er, dressed in white with a white veil over her face, only revealed a pair of beautiful eyes that were as clear and charming as the lake water. As the warhorse galloped, her slender waist also swayed with a very moving rhythm. Hua Dang couldn't help but think of how she wriggled like a snake on the bed last night. That powerful little waist did its best to support his strong body, using waves of ecstasy to bring him blissful joy. He couldn't help but feel a fire in his stomach.
He had many women, but none were as flirtatious, as charming, as amorous, as enchanting as Zhuo Er. When she got off the bed, she could be as pure as a snow lotus on an iceberg, spotless. When she served a man on the bed, she could use all kinds of enchanting methods, making people want to die.
Awake holding a killing sword, drunk lying on a beauty's lap. Even if he couldn't recite such a poem, but as a successful hero, he understood this kind of enjoyment and pursuit.
Now, Zhuo Er had already become his most beloved wife. Once he subdued Bayan, destroyed Huo Sieve and Wala, and completed the great cause of unifying the grasslands, he would proclaim himself Khan and make Zhuo Er his first Empress. Even though his daughter Yinqi didn't like her, Zhuo Er really suited him too well.
She was not only beautiful, she was also intelligent. Huo Sieve sat on the mountain and watched the tigers fight, hoping to use Bayan to exhaust his strength. She was also the first to see through his sinister plan. Dividing and disintegrating Bayan's power, luring two of Bayan's trusted generals to betray and leave, and forcing Bayan to surrender to him, were all part of Zhuo Er's plan. She had helped him too much.
Hua Dang didn't mind that she had once belonged to Bayan, and didn't believe that she would be loyal to Bayan. The women of the grasslands shouldn't have their own egos. They only belonged to the strong, and should only be loyal and obedient to the strong. That was the master she should serve, and he, without a doubt, was the most qualified man to reach this standard.
Perhaps all successful men would have such a sense of achievement and confidence. While Yang Ling was in the Upper Forest Park, thousands of miles away, vexed over not being able to find a man as outstanding as himself to introduce to Princess Yongfu, Hua Dang was feeling pleased that he was the only match for a peerless beauty like Serimu Zhuo 'er.
Bayan's power had completely collapsed. He had left the camp to launch a surprise attack on Qinghai Lake. This was originally a risk, but he couldn't not go. Gasi Bu had taken away his fifteen thousand elite warriors and tens of thousands of tribes, as well as their cattle and sheep. If he wasn't punished, his prestige would continue to deteriorate, and the tribes that followed Gasi Bu would increase day by day.
If he went, he would have to take the risk that the news would be leaked, and the tribal base that he had painstakingly built up for many years would be taken advantage of, and he would lose his foundation. This was a dead knot that couldn't be untied. Bayan, who wasn't afraid of difficulty or danger, chose the second path. In order to confuse Huo Sieve and Hua Dang, he deliberately left behind the Empress who had always been inseparable.
However, as the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. The son of a small tribal chief in the tribe leaked the news to Hua Dang's people, and Hua Dang quickly launched an attack without hesitation. He failed.
Originally, Boyan was not completely defeated. Although the forces he brought back from Qinghai Lake were not enough to compete with the Huadang and Fire Sieve, with his reputation, as long as he led this group of people back and managed them carefully, he would be able to win one or two battles. Then, he would be able to rally many wavering tribes under his name and increase his strength. Then, together with the Huadang and Fire Sieve, he would be able to perform the 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'.
Unfortunately, he had just rushed back to the grasslands, and before he could catch his breath, the other side had first launched the 'Sun Cao Alliance Army'. Yes, it wasn't the weak joining forces to fight Cao Cao, but the strong joining forces to fight the weak. No matter how great Bayan's ability was, how could he be a match for the Sparks Alliance Army, which was well-equipped and waiting for exhaustion?
After a few consecutive defeats, some of the disloyal small tribes under his command fled without a trace. The neutral tribes who had been hesitant because of his return and were ready to submit to him once he won a battle were silent.
The more Bayan fought, the more tired he became, and the morale of his subordinates was low. Now, Altay and Bodar, his two trusted generals, had also abandoned him, each taking three thousand cavalry and fleeing, becoming the two most powerful groups of horse bandits that roamed the grasslands.
In Bayan's headquarters, only his two blood brothers, Hardan Battel and Sunrise Gan, remained by his side. He had less than seven thousand men left, but now all seven thousand of his men were warriors, and such a force could not be underestimated. After all, to gather a troop of ten thousand people on the grasslands, one would need to gather many tribes to form it.
A troop composed entirely of warriors that could move at any time, seven thousand people, was still a powerful force that would make everyone raise their eyebrows. This was also the reason why Huo Sieve could withdraw from the battle and sit back and watch the two tigers fight.
Hua Dang immediately saw through Huo Sieve's scheme, but he had no choice but to fight, unless he was willing to give up the vast grasslands he had already obtained. But at this time, Serimuzhuo came up with a plan: to subdue the enemy without a fight.
Although Bayan's cavalry was powerful, it was precisely because they were all cavalry that the tribes had taken advantage of his several defeats to flee, so he lacked any supplies. He had no food, no winter clothes, and no place to repair his damaged weapons. He could still hold on now, but what would he do when winter came? These seven thousand men would freeze or starve to death. This was Bayan's weakness that he could not overcome.
Rather than fighting Bayan head-on and injuring his own soldiers, Huo Sieve would reap the benefits without doing anything, it was better to have him surrender. Moreover, if a grand descendant of the Gold Clan could submit to him, then his prestige would suddenly rise to an incomparably lofty level. How could Huo Sieve compete with him then?
The words spoken by a soft and fragrant beauty under a man's body were the easiest to move his heart, not to mention that her words were reasonable. She had also previously offered a plan to divide Bayan's generals, causing Altay and Bodar to turn their backs on him, so Hua Dang naturally trusted her even more.
Hua Dang acted according to the plan, sending the eloquent Andabayin to negotiate with Bayan, stating the pros and cons, and promising to retain his noble title after taking over his troops and tribe. After seizing the hegemony of the grasslands, he would be conferred the title of Virtuous King. Knowing that he had no other choice, Bayan could only cup his hands and pledge allegiance to Hua Dang.
In order to keep this negotiation a secret, the two sides continued to fight to confuse Huo Sieve and the allied Wala forces. It was only recently that the negotiation was finally made public. Today, Hua Dang was only going to the Hua Dang camp to accept the surrender as the leader of the tribe. Before this, Bayan's Andabaydan Bartel had already led five thousand elite soldiers into the Hua Dang camp to accept the surrender, leaving less than two thousand men in the Hua Dang camp.
Even so, Hua Dang was still very careful, but he could not lead too many men to make the surrendering people think highly of him, so he ordered his son Arslan and General Nai Rentai to lead two thousand elite soldiers each, and himself to lead a thousand personal guards, totaling five thousand men to accept the surrender.
After a series of ceremonies, the once high and mighty Bayan Mengke lowered his noble head, offering Hada and horse milk wine to Hua Dang, and offered his precious sword to Hua Dang.
Hua Dang proudly accepted the last of Bayan's remaining cattle, sheep, warriors and warhorses, then ordered them to break camp and follow him back to the camp.
At the front were the Great General Nai Rentai's cavalry, in the middle were his own bodyguards, at the rear was his son Arslan holding the line, and at the very end was the dejected Bayan Mengke and his two thousand defeated soldiers. The mighty troops dragged a long line, advancing between the blue sky and green fields.
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There was still forty miles to go before they returned to the temporary camp. The sky was still so clear, the deep blue of the late autumn sky, but due to an imperceptible trace of twilight, the deep blue seemed slightly deeper. The sun was more obvious, the sunlight had completely softened, and the sky was about to turn dark.
"When we returned to the main camp, it was just in time for a celebratory bonfire party. Roasted whole lamb, roasted whole cow, big bowls of wine, and a beauty like Zhuo Er. As for Boyan, he could only swallow his anger and sit in the lower seats, watching me hug his woman, waiting for me to reward him with a sip of wine."
Hua Dang thought happily, stroking his iron-like beard, turned his head to look at the disorderly formation of Bayan's troops at the back, and then looked at the beautiful Queen Zhuo Er beside him, and could not help but laugh.
Before the laughter ended, there was a shout from the gentle slope on the left, and suddenly a group of men and horses rushed out of the forest. This was a grassland, but it was not endless, it was all flat grassland. There was a mountain peak on the left that was slowly sloping upwards. The mountain range was not too high. Starting from halfway up the mountain, it was densely covered with birch trees and other tall trees. This group of people had rushed out of the forest.
It looked high from a distance, but in fact, if a horse rode over, the road was not steep, so the group of men and horses rushed over in a hurry. Hua Dang was shocked, and before he could give the order, the experienced general Nairen Tai had led two thousand elite cavalry over, ready to fight.
Hua Dang immediately clenched his sword, his pair of tiger eyes did not stare at the enemy in front, but at the rear formation. A rough estimate, the group of people rushing over did not exceed three thousand people, and Hua Dang absolutely believed that in the case of the same number of troops, no group on the grassland could easily defeat his personal guards. He was worried about Bayan Mengke, could it be that he had evil intentions and had set up an ambush?
Where did this cavalry come from? There should not be any vassal forces of Bayan Mengke within a hundred miles, but now it seemed that Bayan Mengke's men were also stunned, they began to gather together in a panic, and stopped their horses to look up the slope, as if they were also surprised. Of course they were nervous, because their weapons had been taken away, if this sudden cavalry broke through their defensive circle and chose to attack their troops, they could only close their eyes and wait for death.
The warhorses galloped, sweeping the ground, and before the horses arrived, there was already a rain of arrows. Hua Dang's personal guards, who had long been ready, rode up to meet them. There were about five thousand people on both sides, but there were tens of thousands of arrows flying through the air, it was a frightening sight. They galloped and shot, one arrow had just been released, and another came, like a string of pearls, the archery skills of both sides were almost equal.
"It's the Wala! It's the Wala! " The dense rain of arrows almost instantly killed more than eight hundred riders on both sides, and some people began to shout. Although the hard bows used by the grassland's knights were mostly made by themselves, different tribes had their own craftsmanship and style that had been passed down for thousands of years.
As soon as the two sides started fighting, Nai Rentai could already tell from the arrows that the other side was using the Wala tribe's warbows. Looking at the way they shouted and the weapons they used, this group of people was undoubtedly the Wala.
"The news of the peace talks has been leaked," Hua Dang sneered. The Wala tribe originally wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, but they did not expect him to use a ruse. Now it seems that they can't wait to stop us.
Thinking of this, Hua Dang's heart calmed down. The Wala tribe and the Fire Sieve tribe were in the west of the grasslands, if they had a large group of people and horses, it was impossible for the scouts that he had sent out not to notice. This must be a small group of cavalry, and that was why they could use the vastness of the grasslands to sneak in.
"Don't get entangled with them, fight and leave at the same time. When we return to the main camp, they won't be able to do anything," Hua Dang calmly ordered.
As the son of a noble family, he had subdued the Gold family and conquered the greatest hero of the grasslands. His reputation was like the sun in the sky, and he was about to become the greatest Khan of the grasslands. How could he take such unnecessary risks? Although the number of people attacking them could not be too many, Bayan had just surrendered and would definitely have to divert his attention to look after them. It was better to be careful.
Zhuo Er looked out for a while and said, "They have limited manpower, why don't we eat them?"
Hua Dang smiled and said, "The other side has three thousand cavalry. If I use all my strength to eat them, more than half of my five thousand men and horses will die. What if Bayan has ulterior motives? Let's return to the main camp first and not fight with them. "
He looked up at the sky and said doubtfully, "Strange, even if they are hiding in the forest, with Jade Claw's eyesight, how can he not discover them?"
Jade Claw was the top-quality green sea eagle that accompanied Hua Dang when he launched a sneak attack on Boyan's camp. At that time, it was an almost impossible task to rely on manpower to search the vast grasslands. It was all thanks to this warhawk that he was able to anticipate the enemy's movements and accurately find the large and small tribes scattered across the grasslands.
With this Green Sea Eagle's outstanding eyesight, even if the Wala people were very successful in hiding in the forest, it should have discovered them. Serimu Zhuo Er pursed her lips and let out a whistle. A snow-white shadow shot down from the sky like an arrow. With a whoosh, it folded its wings and landed on her shoulder. It pecked at its wings and tilted its head to look at its mistress.
Ever since Zhuo Er became the most favored woman in Hua Dang's tent, Hua Dang's favorite Jade Claw Green Sea Eagle became her pet. Zhuo Er was good at riding and hunting. She took it with her every day on the grasslands and took care of it meticulously. Jade Claw also obeyed all of Zhuo Er's orders.
"What's wrong, Jade Claw? Are you slacking off?" Zhuo Er combed her quill and then took out a piece of dried meat from the pouch in front of the saddle and stuffed it into Jade Claw's mouth. "Be good and watch from the sky. If you find anything suspicious, report to me immediately."
Zhuo Er gave a slight signal and the Green Sea Eagle suddenly leaped up, spreading its strong and powerful wings and soaring into the sky. Hua Dang subconsciously raised its head, its gaze still on Jade Claw. "Woo ~ Woo woo." A passionate horn sounded.
Hua Dang abruptly turned his head to look. Accompanied by the long and vigorous sound of a bugle horn, countless black dots appeared on the lower right side of the grassland, gradually forming a surging tide that charged towards Boyan's subordinates who had just surrendered to the rear. Before they arrived, the rain of arrows had already created a gust of wind and fiercely smashed into the cavalry.
For a moment, screams filled the air. The unarmed warriors of the Bayan tribe all fell off their horses. The other warriors either hid in the ground or hid on the other side of their horses. With one leg on the ground, they urged their horses to speed up and flee towards Arslan's cavalry. At the same time, they shouted, "Quickly, shoot back at them! It's Fire Sieve's men!"
Arslan had originally wanted to give the order to stop them from escaping in order to prevent chaos. Furthermore, Bayan had just surrendered. Even though they were unarmed, he did not dare to let Bayan's men completely mix in. But seeing the rain of arrows mercilessly pouring down on Bayan's men and causing countless casualties, he could not bring himself to give the order.
In the middle of the army, Hua Dang could already see the chaos in the rear. He saw a large eagle flag. It was indeed Fire Sieve's men. Only then did he realize that the purpose of Fire Sieve and Wala's allied army sending out light cavalry was to kill Bayan. Conquering a living Bayan would bring great benefits. It was even greater than increasing the fighting power of ten thousand cavalry. Fire Sieve and Wala's allied army obviously could not sit idly by and watch such a scene unfold.
"Damn that Jade Claw, it's getting lazier and lazier. What is it doing in the sky? Why didn't it pay attention to its rear wing? " Hua Dang cursed fiercely in his heart. He ordered the soldiers beside him, "Go, protect Bayan. We must rescue him alive."
Arslan's cavalry began to counterattack. But there were too many of Bayan's men who had escaped in, messing up their formation. Not to mention forming a counter-attack formation, even the counterattack of the rain of arrows could not form enough density to effectively attack the charging cavalry.
The men and horses were like a tide. The sound of hooves was like faint thunder. The charging warriors fought to be the first. The sharp blades and spears were terrifying. Bayan's men began to shout in fear, "Give us blades and spears. Give us bows and arrows. Let us counterattack!"
Fire Sieve's cavalry had arrived. Ten thousand horses galloped forward bravely. Small groups of soldiers shouted, "Oh oh!" and brandished their shining sabers as they charged forward. Arslan angrily shouted, "Get out of the way! Don't obstruct our formation! "
But it was already too late. On one side, their own men were in disarray, while the other side was like an incomparably sharp scimitar. It drew a smooth and swift arc as it ruthlessly chopped down on the scattered and chaotic formation. How could they still fight? Before the sharp steel sabers could reach their heads, the last wave of arrows rained down, landing indiscriminately on the heads of Arslan's personal guards and Bayan's men. Screams of agony rang out.
Arslan's personal guards were scattered. The piercing tactic quickly cut through them. Everywhere the arrows passed, men and horses were thrown off their feet. The wails of the dying could be heard everywhere.
"Where's Bayan? Quick, find Bayan. " Arslan also knew that Bayan was still of great value to his father. Seeing that he could no longer form an effective attack, he could only lead his men forward, hoping to snatch Bayan and retreat.
"I'm here!" Bayan led a dozen or so personal guards and charged out from the chaotic battle formation. Their bodies were stained with blood and they held various types of swords and spears in their hands. Clearly, they had been picked up from the hands of those who had been shot dead. Arslan was overjoyed. He hurriedly urged his horse forward as he grumbled, "My formation has been thrown into disarray by your routed soldiers. Quick, retreat with me to where my father is."
"There's no need. I'll go look for him myself." Arslan was stunned. Bayan, who had just reached him on his horse, abruptly raised the long spear in his right hand. Like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, the spear bent down from his elbow and abruptly thrust forward. The sharp, bloody tip of the spear, which was nearly one and a half feet long, pierced into Arslan's left chest with a 'pu' sound.
Alarmed, Arslan had only raised the saber in his hand halfway over his head when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked at Bayan in shock, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
In that instant, his hearing became blurry. In a haze, he could vaguely hear the shocked, angry, cursing, and killing sounds of his personal guards. However, it seemed to be from far away. In his daze, he saw the people behind Bayan raise their swords and spears and charge towards his side.
Arslan's body swayed. Bayan's smile disappeared and he quickly withdrew his spear. Blood gushed out from his chest like a fountain and the long saber fell to the ground. Arslan tumbled in the air and fell on his back.
Blood was still gushing out of his chest. His young and powerful heart had pumped all of his blood out of his chest. Arslan's body twitched uncontrollably. From between the messy legs of his horse, he saw that in the azure sky, a large eagle flag was already in front of him against the backdrop of white clouds. Then, he heard Bayan's loud order, "Altay, outflank the front. Do not let Hua Dang escape. This is our last chance!"
His strong body twitched again and the blood that he pumped out gradually slowed down. "Altay? Didn't Altay betray Bayan and become a horse bandit on the plains? Why is he here? Why … why is he carrying the Fire Sieve battle flag? "
His life was slowly slipping away. Arslan no longer had the strength to think any further. The last image left in his increasingly dull eyes was a horse hoof the size of a bowl stomping down on his face. It was getting closer and bigger, until it covered the entire blue sky …
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Bayan's guards, who would rather use their own flesh and blood to block the rain of arrows, caused Arslan's men to be unable to be wary of them. They charged in on their horses and caused the rear formation to quickly collapse. Nearly three thousand cavalrymen suddenly appeared and the two thousand men who had just picked up their swords and spears quickly split into three groups and charged towards the center of Hua Dang's army.
By the time Nairentai realized that something was wrong, his men were already entangled with the so-called "Wala" cavalry in front of him. He had no strength to defend himself.
Hua Dang's mere one thousand Iron Guards were cut apart by Bayan's men and were cut into several pieces. It was difficult for them to look after each other and it was even impossible for them to escape. Hua Dang's hands trembled as he tightly grasped the precious sword that Bayan had just presented to him. It was a magnificent sword inlaid with countless jewels and was said to have once been the sword of the great Genghis Khan.
The sudden ambush had left him in a daze. It was only now that he realized something. He did not have the time to analyze whether the other party was the Fire Sieve, Wala, or Bayan's men, or the allied army of the three parties. He only knew that if he did not quickly escape now, then his entire army would be wiped out today.
"Zhuoer, we …" Hua Dang turned his head and shouted anxiously. He was shocked to find that the beauty who had always been by his side had disappeared. Raising his head, he saw a figure dressed in fluttering white galloping on a horse. Taking advantage of the chaos, she circled around to the side and headed towards the people who were charging towards him.
"She … lied to me!" This was an embarrassing fact that he had no choice but to admit even though he was unwilling. The enraged Hua Dang immediately took out his bow and nocked an arrow. The sharp arrow aimed at Serimu Zhuoer's beautiful figure and aimed at her back.
Just as the arrow was about to leave the bowstring, he suddenly felt a wave of unbearable pain in his heart. He slightly lowered the bow and the arrow left the bowstring. Serimu Zhuoer gave a delicate cry and almost fell off her horse.
This arrow had hit her thigh and the pain penetrated deep into her heart. Hua Dang galloped over on his horse and grabbed her before the attacking troops could reach her.
Zhuoer's thigh was red with blood. This pair of plump and slender thighs had once wrapped around his muscular waist and used a series of wonderful movements to send him to the heaven of ecstasy. Could it be that all the gentleness and passion were fake? He loved Zhuoer so much, but what about Zhuoer?
Hua Dang grabbed her slender arm and roared with uncontrollable anger, "Why did you betray me?"
Zhuoer was in so much pain that her beautiful face turned pale. Since she could not escape, she did not speak anymore. She looked at Hua Dang and only sneered, a cold and disdainful smile.
Hua Dang raised his head and saw that the flag of the fire sieve had already been thrown away. The thousand troops that were surrounded by the five thousand elite cavalry were quickly eaten up. A portion of the troops were already attacking Nairen Platform from the back. The strongest force of his bodyguards was about to be eaten up.
The cavalry all over the field began to surround Hua Dang. The bodyguards around him continuously fell into pools of blood. Hua Dang saw Bayan because Bayan was also staring at him. No, more accurately, he was staring at Serimu Zhuoer who was in his grasp.
Suddenly, a person rode a horse towards Bayan and reported something to him. Bayan listened while still staring at Zhuoer. He was not willing to leave her for even a moment, as if she was a treasure that he could not part with.
Hua Dang's eyes narrowed. He recognized that person. It was Altay, the one who had fallen for Zhuoer's plot to sow discord and led his troops to betray Bayan and become a horse bandit.
Hua Dang's body began to tremble. He finally knew what had happened. He finally knew why he, who could withstand more than a hundred mounted scouts, had not discovered the enemy lying in ambush. He finally knew that the so-called division and disintegration, the recruitment of surrenders and the recruitment of rebels, were all a sinister net woven by the spirit that he was tightly grasping, a net specially used to capture him.
Altay and Bodarmo's defection, Bayan Mengke's negotiation and surrender, and Hardan Battel's action of leading five thousand troops to surrender, were all to make him look down on Bayan and believe in Bayan's sincerity.
Two troops that were called horse bandits but were in fact still loyal to Bayan, one after the other under the banner of Wala and Fire sieve, continued to mislead him, causing him to make a wrong judgment and not escape in time. And Bayan Mengke personally led the two thousand weaponless remnants to use the ruse of self-injury, quickly disintegrating the bodyguards at the rear and surrounding him.
All of this, in the blink of an eye, turned a lofty victor into a defeated hero at the end of his road. Bayan was also at the end of his road, but he spared no effort to find a chance to make a comeback. As for himself, what chance did he have now? The only thing he could grasp in his hands was this woman in his hands.
The light dimmed a little, and the wind lost some of its warmth. When it blew over, it was cold and carried the smell of blood. Corpses were everywhere, and blood soaked the ground. Next year, the weeds in this place would surely grow lusciously.
Hua Dang's personal bodyguards were brave and skilled in battle, but the opponent's battle power was no less than theirs, and their numbers were five times that of theirs. Sharp sabers danced like snowflakes, long spears and lances thrusting horizontally, and arrows from the knights from the sides and rear coordinated at tricky angles. Hua Dang's bodyguards could not display their full battle power at all, and fell one after another!
This was the ingenious cooperation of the most skilled warriors in close range charges, in the desperate struggle between sabers and spears. Bows and arrows could be used freely at such close range in a battle between two armies. The combination of long and short, and the close and far, the lethality was too terrifying. Hua Dang's personal centurions saw that the situation was not good, and led their subordinates to form a sharp iron triangle, wanting to open up a bloody path to cover Hua Dang's charge.
They fought bravely, and their momentum was extremely fierce. No one could underestimate a cornered beast, but how could Bayan's troops, who had the absolute advantage, allow Hua Dang to escape? The fierce warriors of both sides used heavy and long weapons, and entangled with each other, beginning a fierce battle.
Hua Dang's bodyguards were really fighting with their lives on the line. They did not hesitate to exchange their lives for Bayan's, and when they attacked, there was often no resistance. It was a one-hit kill, or even mutual destruction. But their resistance could not change the outcome. In front of them was a strong line of defense that they could not overcome, and they themselves knew this.
There was no meaning in fighting with their lives, but inertia urged them to continue. Obviously, Bayan had no intention of leaving any survivors.
Bayan's soldiers were after all more experienced than Hua Dang's men. The fierce and fierce fighting spirit of Hua Dang's bodyguards gradually dissipated, and Bayan's men began to gain the upper hand. Hua Dang's bodyguards fell in pools of blood one by one, and the number of people left decreased. The outcome of this surprise attack was set!
The battle cries grew softer, and a ring of encirclement was pressing towards Hua Dang step by step. All kinds of weapons, under the light of the setting sun, shone with a cold light. No one was fighting in close range anymore. Every time the few remaining soldiers around Hua Dang raised their weapons hopelessly, before they could even charge forward two steps, arrows would come from all directions and shoot them to death, leaving only one warhorse, which would neigh, abandon his corpse and gallop away.
The number of people decreased one by one, and the strong sense of oppression was enough to drive people crazy. Hua Dang gritted his teeth, pulled out the treasured sword from Bayan, and placed it across the Drow Queen's neck, which was as elegant as a swan and as smooth as velvet.
Bayan suddenly raised his hand, and the encirclement stopped. Bayan raised his horse and shouted: "Hua Dang, let go of her, I will give you a chance to fight a fair battle."
Hua Dang sneered: "Fair battle? Whether I win or lose, I will not leave here alive. What is fair? If it was not for this woman, how could I be defeated so easily by you? Bayan, either let me go, or I will kill her first. "
"Hahaha … …" Serimu Zhuo 'er suddenly laughed. She smiled happily and stared deeply at Bayan Mengke. She said loudly for Bayan to hear, and also for Bayan's soldiers to hear: "You will not let her go, because you are Bayan Mengke. You do not only have me, you also have loyal soldiers, and the grassland that belongs to you. That is your responsibility.
Without Hua Dang to control his powerful tribe, without a prestigious person to deter the leaders of the various tribes, no matter how many people there are in the Duoyan Guards, they will be in a state of disunity. At that time, your opportunity will come. The death of a powerful leader can cause the decline of a powerful force, but it can also make another person strong. Stand up again! Bayan, you are still the king of the grassland, the invincible king of the grassland. "
His provocative words caused Boyan's soldiers to wave their spears and swords and shout in joy. Zhuo 'er's words were right, at least in the grassland. Because there was no complete bureaucratic system here, a hero who was highly respected by the people had an irreplaceable role in the tribe. It was related to the survival of a powerful force.
Bayan's eyes were filled with hot tears, and his lips moved but he could not speak. Hua Dang roared angrily: "Shut up." He used a little more force on the sharp sword in his hand, and the blade cut Zhuo 'er's delicate skin. Dark red blood seeped out.
"I will, Zhuo 'er, I will do it." Bayan replied with tears in his eyes. Of course, he could not let Hua Dang leave alive, but he could not sit back and watch Zhuo 'er die for him.
In the face of such a situation, he was helpless. He did not know how to save Zhuo 'er. Was this a stalemate? Hardan Bartel's five thousand elite soldiers who had surrendered were waiting for him to attack Hua Dang's camp. If someone escaped first and reported …
Zhuo 'er quietly watched Bayan. Suddenly, she smiled, and the wind blew through her hair. Her smile was very sweet. "Bayan …"
"Zhuo 'er!" Bayan stared at her, his eyes full of worry and helplessness.
"I am satisfied to be able to accompany a hero and help a hero. Great Khan, Serimu Zhuo 'er, is willing to die under your blade! "
"No!"
Amidst Boyan's shuddering cries of alarm, Zhuo Er raised her proud head and offered up her snow-white neck. Blood spurted out, and the sharp blade immediately slit her throat.
Hua Dang was dumbfounded. His body stiffened, and he slowly released his hand. He watched as the gurgling blood stained Zhuo 'er's snow-white chest. The long-haired beauty swayed on the horse, and then, like a flower falling into the world of mortals, she slowly fell off the horse and landed softly on the green grass. The light white silk robe slowly fell, making her look like a sleeping lotus.
"She's dead …"
For a moment, the two men were a little dazed.
The deathly silence was broken by a heart-wrenching roar. "Zhuo 'er!"
The pair of blood-red eyes stared at Hua Dang as if they were about to spit fire. "You killed her! Hua Dang, I will cut you into a thousand pieces. "
Hua Dang, who had recovered from his shock, burst into laughter. He threw away the treasured blade and sat on the horse, laughing loudly. "Good! Good! Hahahaha … good to die! Bayan, you've earned me, and I've earned your woman. A beauty for a kingdom, a kingdom for a beauty, haha, hahaha … "
"Shoot! Shoot him to death! "Bayan's horsewhip was like an angry heavenly sword, pointing straight at Hua Dang, who was laughing at the sky.
"I, Hua Dang, will die under a flower …"
"Hum ~ ~" There was a terrifying buzzing sound, and Hua Dang's voice came to an abrupt end.
In the middle of Bayan's encirclement, there was only one horse. That horse no longer looked like it was carrying a person. Even the head and face could not be seen. On that horse, there was a dense barrage of arrows supporting his body, making it impossible for him to fall off the horse.
The uncontrollable warhorse lightly paced a few steps. The horse's back trembled, as if it was carrying a huge oval-shaped spiked ball on its back …
The heroic dream of a grand hegemony, a dream gone to waste.
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