Chapter 39: The Grassland Green Wolf King

Azig didn't expect Tiemo to be so crazy, and neither did the Mongol cavalry on horseback.

Because of the limited manpower, how many people in the world can knock down the war horse by themselves?

Although the war horse fell to the ground, Tiemo was not comfortable, and the right half of his body seemed to be shattered. Seeing that the cavalryman was trying to get up from the ground, he picked up the scimitar on the ground with great difficulty, and threw himself on it with a loud roar.

The scimitar slashed, and the Mongol cavalryman was wiped on the neck before he could get up.

Tiemo let out a long sigh of relief, his head buzzing at this time, and he was a little dazed. Someone behind him was roaring, what seemed to be Azig's panicked shout.

Slowly turning around, I saw a knife getting closer and closer.

It turned out to be a cavalryman who had been smashed off his horse with a machete before, and after seeing the fate of his companion, he seemed to be stimulated and rushed towards Tiemo.

The whole body was sore, and it was too late to turn around to deal with it, so I just wanted to fall to the ground and roll on the spot a few times. But he heard a scream, Meng Meng jumped up from nowhere, and his thick body threw the Mongolian to the ground, and the sharp fangs cut a hole in the opponent's neck.

"Woo..... Woowoo woo ....."

Mengmeng's body was covered in blood, and she ran to Tiemo's side, stretched out her tongue and licked the other party's cheeks.

Patting Meng Meng's head, Tie Mo reluctantly squeezed out a smile, saw the ownerless war horse in front of him, and then turned over and rode up.

One person, one horse and one wolf, the yellow sand is flying, and the heaven and earth are integrated.

Galloping, constantly galloping, mixed with a hoarse roar. The scimitar is like the moon, and the human wolf is like a killing god crawling out of hell.

A shot rang out in the distance, and a Mongol cavalryman dressed in different clothes fell to the ground wailing. Tiemo didn't hesitate, turned the horse's head and rushed over without hesitation.

The scimitar slashed, and the sharp blade slashed through the opponent's neck, and a head rose into the sky.

Meng Meng jumped and held the head in her mouth.

Because of inertia, the war horse still rushed forward, and finally, the reins of the horse were pulled, and the war horse stopped suddenly, and the premise was lifted, looking up at the sky, and making a neigh.

The man on horseback clamped the horse's back tightly and raised the scimitar in his hand high.

In the sun, blood fell, reflecting a distorted smile on his face.

He is like a demon in the desert, a blood-stained demon king.

The rest of the Mongolian cavalry panicked for a while, they swallowed their saliva, and they didn't know who got their heads up, and began to run into the distance.

The military families who survived the catastrophe embraced the Mongol men, and soon after, the Mongol men gathered together and let out a neat roar.

The scimitar is facing the sky, and the crowd is excited.

Azig struggled to walk, and at this moment Tiemo fell from his horse and lay motionless on the ground.

I'm so tired that I just want to get some sleep.

Looking at the crowd chanting in the distance, Tie Mo smiled miserably, "What are they shouting?" ”

"They're shouting 'Wolf King'!"

Azige stroked the immature but full of vicissitudes of life, and at some point, tears slowly dripped down.

"You saved me, you are the hero of my Azig life!"

"Huh..... You can't die, I'll point to you in the future....."

Looking at the blue sky in his eyes, it is getting more and more blurred. I only felt that the wind was a little cold, and my face was a little wet, I don't know if it was blood or tears.

......

When I opened my eyes again, there was an oil lamp in front of me and a quilt on my body.

His mouth opened, but he could only make a hoarse coughing sound. The woman who was guarding next to her opened her eyes and immediately burst out with joy.

"Are you awake? Come, drink some water first! ”

After drinking saliva and recovering a little, Tie Mo asked the doubts in his heart.

"Where is this?"

"This is the Naiman Ministry's place, and we're safe!" Azig held Tiemo and said slowly.

It had been three days, and after encountering Bayan Khan's cavalry, Azig ordered the caravan to go directly south, and then went around the desert for a safe return to Naiman.

In that battle, the casualties were extremely heavy, with twenty-one soldiers killed and wounded in the Naiman Division, and six casualties among the military households.

Tiemo looked at the flickering and misty oil lamp with a heavy heart, and went north to barter, and when he came, there were less than ten people left in the team of nearly thirty people.

Along the way, natural disasters and man-made disasters, the desert Gobi, and everywhere are traps that devour people's lives.

At this moment, Tie Mo suddenly had doubts about himself.

Was it really the right decision to barter north? The soldiers were buried here, and their bodies could not even be returned to their hometowns. They are dead, and there are still several people in the family waiting to eat.

How can I be worthy of this group of military households?

Will I really be able to take care of their families for the rest of their lives?

It seemed that Tie Mo's mood was not high, and Aqige comforted him: "Don't think about it, compared to those travelers who were buried in the desert with the whole team, you are already considered lucky." ”

"Perhaps! Azig, help me out and have a look! ”

Put on your clothes and slowly walk out of the yurt. The stars twinkled in the sky, the moonlight was beautiful, and there was a bonfire in the distance, but there was no singing.

Seeing Tiemo come out, Shi Hu and the others finally felt better, and they immediately surrounded them.

Looking at these familiar and sincere faces, the softest place in Tiemo's heart was touched, and tears filled his eyes uncontrollably.

"Brothers, I'm sorry for you, it's me who let those brothers die on the road."

As he spoke, Tie Mo fell to his knees in the night.

The remaining soldiers felt a pain in their hearts, and then knelt down, Hao Sanpao held Tie Mo and said sharply: "Xiao Tie, when I decided to go north with you, my brothers gave up their lives, how can I blame you?" ”

"And you also promised that as long as you can go back alive, you will try your best to take care of me and other families."

"This path is our own choice, but if you can see a little hope, no matter what you say, the brothers will not follow you on this road."

Tie Mo nodded painfully, he found that no matter what, he couldn't be truly cold-blooded and ruthless.

Those who know each other, every time they fall, their hearts will ache a point, and their responsibilities will also be a little more.

......

In a yurt room in the distance, Chang Minyue hid behind the curtain and watched everything around the bonfire silently.

In the life-and-death situation a few days ago, the military households under Tie Mo's command did not retreat until death, and none of them were miscellaneous, but several of the swordsmen under his command chose to flee for their lives.

Why is that?

The Chang family is wealthy, and Tiemo is just a broken military household.

Why is this happening?

Looking at the scene around the bonfire, Chang Minyue seemed to understand something. For the first time in her life, she had doubts about herself.

Perhaps in this troubled world, talent is the most important.

The humble can be born, and the noble can plummet.

Perhaps, I am really wrong, and I should not despise those who are lowly. At a given moment, there really is no distinction between high and low.

On Tiemo's body, you can see something.

Troubled times are a ladder to the sky.

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