Wolves were the overlords of the grassland. Their claws and teeth were sharp, and they were organized and disciplined. Once they encountered a pack of wolves, even a fierce tiger would have to retreat.
Fu Yun thought of himself as the Wolf King of the grassland. He once commanded 300,000 cavalrymen and shook the Western Region. After the Turks declined, Fu Yun was complacent and thought that the Tuyuhun's opportunity had come. He consciously carried the banner of resisting the Tang dynasty.
However, he had misjudged the situation. Right now, the Central Plains was no longer in the era of chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty. When the sharp Tang Army appeared on the grasslands, he had already begun to regret it in his heart.
The army that was like a steel jungle and the fear of the solar eclipse made him make the most regretful decision in his life.
Retreat!
Who knew that he would retreat for 3,000 miles? As he lost contact with the tribes one by one, the dark clouds in Fu Yun's heart became thicker and thicker. He knew that these tribes must have fallen into the hands of the Tang dynasty.
This was also the reason why he disregarded everything and crossed the Chaidamu Basin. When he arrived at Qimo City, he was similarly uneasy, because there was still no news from his most trusted Tianzhu King. Still feeling uneasy, Fu Yun finally abandoned the city and left. He even abandoned his supplies, abandoned his wife and children, and directly fled to the Tulun River in the great desert. Only then did he feel slightly more at ease.
However, when the unstoppable cavalry of the Tang dynasty suddenly appeared behind the yellow sand and attacked Tulunchuan, Fu Yun realized that he had taken things for granted. The Tang Dynasty army had overcome many difficulties and obstacles, crossed the vast desert, and directly chased after him.
"The Tang Dynasty army!"
Fu Yun's eyes were about to pop out. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. This was a vast desert. The cavalry of the Tang dynasty had chased after him here. Even the powerful Sui Dynasty army did not dare to take a step into the desert.
Unfortunately, Fu Yun was unlucky. He encountered Cheng Yaojin, who was not stingy, and Mo Jiazi, who was like a wastrel, who chased after him at the cost of 6,000 warhorses.
"Khan! What should we do? "
The commander of Fu Yun's guards, A Guda, rushed to the front of Fu Yun. A Guda was Fu Yun's personal guard, the commander of the most elite cavalry of the king's tent.
With the protection of nearly a thousand cavalry, Fu Yun's panicked face finally calmed down a little.
"Let's go! Retreat to the desert!"
Looking at the ferocious Tang Army, Fu Yun turned around and left without hesitation.
Based on the visual estimation, the Tang Army was no less than 3,000 people. It was reasonable to say that the equipment of the elite cavalry of the King's Tent was not necessarily weaker than that of the Tang Army. Unfortunately, at this moment, Fu Yun had already been scared out of his wits. Coupled with the sudden attack of the Tang Army, Fu Yun was already like a bird startled by the twang of a bow. Naturally, he fled as soon as he heard the command and did not have any intention of resisting at all.
"Kill!"
More than two thousand cavalrymen from the King's Tent solemnly met the Tang Army's surprise attack, hoping to win a chance for Fu Yun to escape.
"Kill!"
Cheng Yaojin roared. The Tang Army had been marching in the desert for five days. After going through so many disasters, they had long been holding their breaths. Soon, the two cavalrymen collided.
This was the first time that Tulunchuan, which was like a paradise, had encountered the baptism of iron and blood. Soon, the sound of fighting gradually stopped.
Cheng Yaojin turned around and killed the last majestic Tuyuhun general with his spear. He wiped the blood off his body and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"General, Fu Yun escaped again!" The military commander said angrily. The Tang Army had gone through so much to catch up with Fu Yun, but they did not expect that Fu Yun would escape into the vast desert again.
Cheng Yaojin scooped up a basin of water and suddenly poured it on himself to wash the blood off. He sneered and said, "Fu Yun thinks that we won't dare to chase after him if he escapes into the desert. That's a big mistake."
"General, you still want to chase after him?" The military commander looked at Cheng Yaojin in disbelief.
"That's right! Military commander, how many extra warhorses do we have? "Cheng Yaojin suddenly shouted.
The military commander's heart trembled. He smiled bitterly and said, "General, there are still two thousand warhorses left."
In just five days, the Tang Army had lost four thousand warhorses, and the remaining two thousand warhorses included the six hundred that the army had saved after scrimping and saving.
Cheng Yaojin waved his hand and said, "Pick one thousand cavalrymen, three for each person. Bring enough food and water, and follow me to attack again."
Soon, one thousand cavalrymen gathered again. Behind them were three thousand warhorses that were reloaded with supplies. Each warhorse took advantage of the limited time and could not wait to gnaw on the rare and delicious grass under their feet.
"Mo boy, do you have the guts to follow the Old Man and chase after him again?" Cheng Yaojin turned his head and shouted.
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Meton said confidently. He led the soldiers of the Firearms Supervisor out of the crowd.
"Let's go!" Cheng Yaojin waved his long arm, and the army once again stepped into the vast desert. At this moment, Fu Yun had just left, and the footprints on the ground were still clearly visible. If they delayed, after a sandstorm, they might not be able to find any trace of Fu Yun.
"Hyah!"
Fu Yun whipped the warhorse under him hard and kept moving toward the southwest. Even if his body, which was over sixty years old, could not withstand the scorching heat of the desert, Fu Yun did not stop at all.
He was Murong Fu Yun, the King of Tuyuhun. When facing such a powerful Yang Guang, he fled to Yutian alone and still made a comeback. This time, as long as he could reach Yutian, he could also make a comeback when the Tang Army retreated.
"Khan, the Tang Army is coming!" Aguda exclaimed. He did not expect that the Tang Army would chase into the desert again.
Fu Yun turned his head and saw the smoke and dust of the Tang Army's pursuit rising into the sky. It was extremely powerful.
Fu Yun gritted his teeth and ordered, "Leave five hundred cavalrymen to cover the rear!"
The only thing Fu Yun could do now was to cut off his tail to survive.
Aguda suddenly felt indifferent. He gritted his teeth and waved his hand. Immediately, the five hundred cavalrymen of the king's tent turned their horses around and tragically rushed toward the army.
Bright red blood seeped into the yellow sand and was evaporated by the high temperature in the blink of an eye, leaving only reddish-brown bloodstains.
The five hundred cavalrymen of the king's tent gave Fu Yun a chance to escape, but it made Fu Yun lose the support of the people. As the water source of the king's tent cavalry gradually ran out, the Tuyuhun cavalry began to flee on a large scale. On the second day, only three hundred of the remaining five hundred cavalrymen of the king's tent were left. A total of two hundred cavalrymen of the king's tent also fled.
On the third day, only thirty people followed Fu Yun around.
"As long as I can reach Yutian, I promise that you will be compensated ten times or a hundred times for what you have lost." Fu Yun opened his cracked lips and tried to promise the only thirty cavalrymen.
However, no one cheered. Each and every one of them looked at the yellow sand in the sky with a dejected expression.
"Khan, the Han people have already risen. Yutian only has thirty thousand soldiers. How would he dare to offend the Han people? Why don't we surrender?" Aguda persuaded.
Fu Yun suddenly paused. He looked at Aguda with a sharp gaze, "I may be able to live if I surrender, but it will only be like Xieli, a feat for the Han people to show off. It will be like a grand monkey for people to admire. I will not live such a life even if I die. "
Fu Yun thought of himself as an eagle on the grassland. How could he be willing to live a life in a cage? Moreover, he once had the glory of making a comeback. Naturally, he would not be willing if he did not take a gamble. However, Fu Yun did not see a trace of viciousness flash through Aguda's lowered eyes.
"Puchi!" Aguda's arm moved. His long knife immediately stabbed into Fu Yun's chest.
Fu Yun looked at Aguda in disbelief. He never thought that the most loyal Aguda would betray him. However, the other cavalrymen of the king's tent did not move at all. Instead, they all stood beside Aguda.
"Why?" Fu Yun spat out blood and asked with difficulty.
"Although Xieli Khan was humiliated in Chang 'an, the Turks' tribes were completely preserved. Since the Turks' tribes can be preserved, then the Tuyuhun's tribes can also be preserved. Since you are not willing to enter Chang 'an for the survival of Tuyuhun, then we can only use your head to appease the anger of the Heavenly Khan in exchange for Tuyuhun's survival, "Aguda said coldly.
Fu Yun only thought about going to Yutian and carrying out the plan to restore the country. He did not see that Tuyuhun had already been defeated by the Han people. It could be seen that Tuyuhun was not a match for the Han people. If they continued to resist, they would only use up the last of Tuyuhun's resources. At that time, Tuyuhun would only walk the path of destruction.
"Only I can lead Tuyuhun to become strong," Fu Yun said weakly.
Aguda shook his head and said, "No, you led Tuyuhun to destruction. Twice! "
Fu Yun looked in the direction of Tuyuhun unwillingly. His eyes gradually dimmed. No matter how big the revenge in his heart was, it turned into a sigh in the end.
The overlord of the grassland, Fu Yun, finally died in front of this nameless sand dune.
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