To tell the truth, Zamuhe wanted to say that he didn't dare. Yes, yes. Anyone who suddenly has a home and can't go back, his own life and the life of a family may be lost at any time.

But the question is, can admitting cowardice resolve the crisis? If the answer is yes, then Zamuhe would never mind turning around and selling the gang.

However, reality told him that this was simply not possible. There was never mercy on the Tatars in their punishment of traitors. The corpses of the five horses were all light, and even cruel enough to hang people up, let the wind and sun blow, and be pecked to death by eagle vultures. And it's not just for one person, it's for all the young!

"You say, we'll do it!" Thinking of the terrible consequences, Zamuhe's struggle didn't last even half a minute, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.

An Xilu laughed, first praised loudly, and then leaned over and whispered: "You are so so, so and so ......."

The three of them listened silently, but their faces changed when they listened. Before Anxilu could finish speaking, Bol suddenly exclaimed, "What? This is impossible! In that case, we will not have any room to turn back." ”

An Xilu's smile gradually rose, he looked at him expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "Then do you have room to turn back now?"

Bol was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Zamuhe and Tuyan, and couldn't help but have gloomy faces.

Tu Yan glanced up at the two of them, gritted his teeth, and said to Zamuhe: "Brother Zamuhe, you are our Mongolian warrior, you are in charge of this matter." I have nothing to disobey, and everything is based on the head of the big brother Zamuhe. ”

Zamuhe nodded silently, and then looked at Borhu. Among the three, Zamuhe is known as prestigious, brave and strategic, and brave and fierce, but relatively upright. Only Bor was a little too feminine and had a lot of tricks.

Now the three of them can be described as grasshoppers on a rope, one is prosperous and the other is lost. Therefore, Borhu's choice, Zamuhe can't be ignored.

Seeing that both of them were looking at him, Boer suddenly sweated on his forehead, and his heart was entangled, so he smiled bitterly: "That's it, everything depends on you now." ”

With that, he turned his head to look back at the depths of the grassland, and his face showed sadness. This decision means that from now on they will leave the land where he was born and raised forever, and I am afraid that there will never be a day of return in this life, and this will not make him sad and angry.

An Xilu's plan just now was to let them take advantage of the fact that the leaders of the various tribes were temporarily scattered and could not return to their own tribes, so as to take the opportunity to mobilize the young men of the various tribes, and then storm the chariot together to capture the right khan alive.

In this way, Jin can use the life of the Right Horde King to blackmail the royal court, exempt them from their guilt, and no longer pursue them, and retreat, so that the other party can throw a mouse, even if they refuse to pardon them, they can also use this to give the three tribes time to move elsewhere.

Is the strategy good? Sounds really good. But in fact, no matter how vicious it is, it is completely a salary from the bottom of the kettle, completely cutting off their return to the grassland.

Once they do this, it will be even more impossible to turn around. Not to mention that the Right Tent Khan is on the side of the royal court, and he has already counted the existence of ten thousand people under the previous person. If they can coerce the king of the Right Horde this time, will they be able to coerce Dayan Khan in the future?

And second, as the king of the Right Horde, it is the face of Mongolia. If this time is over, then how will Dayan Khan control his vassals in the future? If that is the case, I am afraid that the steppe will be troubled from now on.

Don't think that all parts of the grassland are monolithic, the grassland has always respected the strong. If Dayan Khan succumbs this time, it will be an invisible weakness. How could those people with secret ambitions let go of this eternal opportunity?

Even if we don't think about all of this, how can the Right Horde Khan himself be willing to give up after suffering such a great humiliation? I am afraid that even if Dayan Khan really promised to let them go, the Right Horde Khan himself would mobilize his subordinates and hunt them down to the ends of the earth.

Although they are three, compared with the strength controlled by the Right Horde Khan, one is still one in heaven and one is on the earth, and there is no comparison at all.

And if the King of the Right Tent hunts them down by himself, it will be a personal grudge, and even Dayan Khan will not be able to interfere, this is the rule of the steppe.

In this way, they have no other way out than to leave the grassland from now on and ask to attach themselves to the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, An Xilu's plan seems to be for their sake, but in fact, it is completely fooling people, and there is no possibility of realizing it at all.

Zamuhe looked at his sad face, and also sighed deeply, with a look of sadness in his eyes. How could he not know the strangeness of this, but they had no choice. Although the attachment also has no autonomy and can never return to his hometown, it is better to save the lives of his clansmen.

Only by surviving can there be hope! This point, in this bitter cold land on the grassland, has long been deeply understood by everyone and imprinted in the bone marrow.

The three of them went separately, and since they had decided, they couldn't waste time. Otherwise, once the leaders of the tribes return, they will have no chance to make trouble at all.

What's more, don't forget that there is also a standard of men and horses in Bamur on the other side of the camp. With such a big uproar here, how could they still stay in the camp honestly? Therefore, if they delay for a long time, they will be greeted by a desperate situation of internal and external attacks.

And the amount of time depends on how quickly Bamur reacts. The situation has not yet been finalized, and it is possible to win or lose......

Is Bamur's reaction fast or slow? The answer is very fast, very fast! Isn't this nonsense, it's a matter of one's own life, and if it's not fast, will you really bury yourself?

Not to mention that he had already hated the King of the Right Horde, and he was originally sentenced to death. Even if he didn't, he wouldn't be spared when the fire sieve came back. Don't forget, he swore a promise when the fire sieve was going to go that nothing would happen here.

Well, it's not a matter of not having an accident at this time, but it's a big deal at all. Even the king of the Right Horde was killed, and if he was to be captured again, no one would have to do it, and Bamur himself would be able to wipe his neck.

Therefore, as soon as the chaos occurred, Bamur, who was still kneeling in the car, jumped up as soon as possible. There was no time to go back to get his own blade, so he could only snatch a short blade from the guard's hand and rush out without hesitation.

However, after he rushed out, he found that in just such a short period of effort, the whole situation had reached the point of being out of control. Not only did the Right Tent Khan pass out after being shot in a coma, but most of the entire envoy guard was also scattered.

There was a crowd of people shouting and neighing, and there were wails and screams everywhere. Countless fires were filled with smoke, and when you looked at it, it was as if you had suddenly arrived at a volcanic hell.

Swinging his knife and slashing two cold arrows, he grabbed the guards waiting outside with red eyes, and shouted angrily: "Don't panic, quickly go to the camp to transfer our men and horses, go quickly!" After that, he stuffed a piece of the command talisman into the hand of the guard, turned around and stabbed a deserter who escaped from his side, and ripped the corpse down, and then picked up the guard and threw it on the horse's back, and then slapped the horse's buttocks fiercely.

The horse neighed in pain, spread its hooves, and soon ran out, disappearing into the smoke and fire in an instant.

I hope it's in time. He thought silently, then gritted his teeth and shook the knife in his hand vigorously, raised his hand and hissed, tore the clothes on his body, and tied the handle of the knife to his hand with strips of cloth.

He couldn't go to transfer troops in person, he was afraid that as soon as he left, there would be no generals around the King of the Right Tent to protect him, and once he was captured, it would be useless to transfer troops when the time came.

"Don't panic, don't panic! Send a team of people to follow me and stop the thieves first. The others just escorted the car and drove it to the north! In addition, immediately send someone to inform our family Tabu Bag and ask him to come back to the rescue. Don't mess around! Go, go! There are chaos escapees, slash!"

He roared loudly, waving his short-bladed punches and kicks, which for a moment really calmed down the Mongolian guards.

There was no shortage of brave warriors in the Mongol army, and while dozens of soldiers rushed out, others quickly set their horses and drove them, turned their horses' heads and raised their whips. Naturally, there were also a few others who rode away, some of whom went to seek help from the fire sieve as Bamur had instructed, and some of whom went to the royal court to report to the royal court. No one dares to hide the situation here.

The car rolled again, but fortunately it was on the periphery, and it didn't take much effort to rush out.

Watching the car drive away, Bamur breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the King of the Right Tent who can be protected this time is fine, most of his small life will be saved. If you can calm down the chaos in front of you, then maybe you can still make a contribution, or even have merit.

But a bunch of ant-like pariahs!, he thought with a sinister smile in his eyes. He Bamur was one of the four great generals of the great Tabunang, and almost never lost as he fought with the fire. In addition to the cunning Ming boy, even the former national teacher Yi Si Ma Yin was in the department, and when he heard their prestige, he had to retreat. And even if he lost the battle to that Ming kid at that time, it was only because he encountered wolves, which was a crime of non-war.

Therefore, in Bamur's mind, although the situation in front of him was thrilling, it did not really take him seriously. Kill, as long as you kill them fiercely, this crisis will be naturally solved.

It's not that he's arrogant, it's true. The fire sieve crisscrosses the grassland, and the murderous name can stop children crying at night, and most of the credit is on the four of them. Therefore, even if he knew that the tribes in front of him were numerous, Bamur did not care. In his eyes, they were just a flock of sheep. Well, at most, it's a bigger flock.

"Kill!" he shouted, slashing in half one of the tribesmen who had rushed forward.

The Mongolian warrior still had a frightened look on his face, and half of his body slid diagonally, flying up a blood mist in the sky.

Bamur sneered, stretched out his hand and wiped his face, the peculiar fishy smell of thick plasma made his cells seem to be cheering. He loved killing, he loved it to death.

Under the leadership of his fierce general, the personal guards of the royal court envoy behind him also burst out with extraordinary combat power, and soon gathered hundreds of people to come over, gradually leveling the situation, and even showing signs of reversal.

Woo-woo!

Suddenly, the sound of the trumpet suddenly sounded in the distance, and in the gloomy and desolate trumpet, three large trumpets were erected in the distance. Following Da Xu, countless war horses galloped like thunder, rushing towards this side like the tide of the sea, and it was the three of Zamuhe who took the opportunity to gather the soldiers of other tribes.

"Damn traitor!" said Bamur's face grew fierce, and his blood-red eyes showed a deep look of resentment and hatred. It was these people who brought him to the situation in front of him, and he couldn't wait to sleep on his skin and eat his flesh to relieve his hatred.

"Whew—" He reached out and tore open the placket of his chest, revealing his strong chest, and roared loudly in the sky like the howl of a wild beast.

Buzz –

A sharp arrow suddenly flew out of the netherworld, and lightning and lightning pierced his throat, causing the roar to come to an abrupt end.

He froze violently, raised his hand to grasp the shaft of the arrow, and tried to pull it out. But in the end, his eyes went dark and he had no strength anymore.

At the last moment, he saw a white-clothed young man with a sneer on his face in the distance, slowly lowering the big bow in his hand.

The face was familiar, he thought, and a face holding a book flashed through his mind......