The specific situation of that night was drowned in the long river of history, and no one in later generations knows what the unparalleled king did on that dim night, on the rain-pouring Shuofeng Plain, which unparalleled king did what could make Lu Xiao, the great commander who came to intercept and welcome the king's return, return in vain.

All the enthusiastic historians tried to dig out the words they wanted to pursue from the texts that recorded that night, and they could not understand that their successor had chosen to flee with his army at the height of the great khan's power.

And the most interesting thing is which general in charge of interception at that time led several times the army of the king at that time, but which king still successfully went to Youzhou and completed the young man's will.

Later generations argued, and some say that it was the king who persuaded the generals who came to intercept him, but it is clear from some records left by the tribal historians at the time that this was not the case.

It is also said that the king led the White Horse Yoshiko to fight with which general, and finally defeated the Shuofeng army that came to besiege him. But this speculation was also refuted, and they thought that if there was a real battle, it would be impossible for the five thousand white horses to follow the king to Youzhou unharmed.

Every attempt was made to uncover the truth about what happened that night, but they failed, and those who lived through it were silent, not even when the unequaled king set foot on the Hoktaku with his army again and returned to the Celestial Winds, without mentioning to anyone what happened that night.

But later, when a soldier who had been ordered to besiege the king at that time was drunk, after being asked about that night by the well-wishers at the banquet, he only showed supreme respect in his confused eyes, and said a word in a daze, and refused to say anything more after that.

"We were ordered to charge, but the next moment we were stopped!"

Five thousand white horses wielded the scimitar in their hands, there was no fear on their faces, they were the loyal guards of the king, where the king's horse was, they would rush to wherever the king's horse was pointed, they would drown wherever the king's whip pointed, they would never look at the king's back to fight, they were already whistling and ready to swing their swords at the charging iron horseman.

But the white horse's hooves suddenly stopped, for they saw the arrogant back and waved at them, a signal that they did not need to fight for him, and the rebellious king wanted to face the iron horsemen who were rushing like a tide.

What iron cavalry he had led before, he faced them tonight with their familiar charge against him.

The white horse servants were uneasy, they panicked in the spot around the place to turn the horses, their wielding scimitars in their hands and did not know where to put them, their king arrogantly waved at them to stay in place, wanting to face the tens of thousands of roaring and charging iron horsemen alone.

They gritted their teeth and turned pale, surprisingly angry, when the king himself fought, there was no iron guard around him who could protect him, this was a great insult to their white horse righteousness, they were never afraid of death, but the king's decree and glory were above all else, they could only choose to obey.

"This is my fight!"

Which arrogant king stirred the reins and rode the handsome horse around them and shouted, he let all the white horses silently insert the scimitar back into the scabbard, he smiled with satisfaction, turned and drew the sword from his waist, slapped the horse's back, and alone, buried his head in the charge of the roaring iron horse.

All the white horses looked silently at the back of the mountain, a scene they had never forgotten in their lives, a scene in the dark night, whistling iron horses, a proud king charging alone with a sword in the night.

"Azul, go back with your uncle!"

Azule tightened his face and didn't say a word, the big cold in his hand was held in his hand like a fifteenth full moon, and he went straight to the Shuofeng Iron Rider Forward.

Wrapped in armor forged from a hundred forged irons, their faces undulating and the corners of their mouths pursed, like silent steel machines, they only cared about charging forward, and they saw a figure rushing straight towards them with a sword.

Their dead and silent minds in the past were loosened, which arrogant figure once led them across half of Hanzhou to exterminate the dignified Helan Wang, led them to jump over the Great Snow Plain, Daze Yunmeng Plain, and led them to rush into the majestic Helan King City.

They used to bow down to him, they shouted long live to him, and every one of them once called his name, the king's name. They had sworn allegiance to him under the Golden Tent of Helan Wangcheng, and he was the descendant of the noble Shuofeng family and the future master of the grassland.

The faces of the Shuofeng Iron Riders who rushed to the front were complicated, and the hands that had been holding the scimitars had begun to tremble, and they realized that this was a charge against their master, against their king.

"We can't hold a knife at him!"

The iron rider who was the leader of the wind flashed in his eyes and muttered in a low voice, and the nearby iron rider became more and more silent.

The stubborn and upright figure was getting closer and closer to them, and when they reached their eyes, they had clearly seen the knife, the cold brilliance of the knife.

The memories sealed in their minds were churning again, and just a few months ago, they were also looking at the unsheathed scimitar like this, following the figure of the war horse, fighting for it, charging for it, that was the pride they were proud of.

As the charge Azule's heart became more and more silent, there seemed to be a dragon cruising in his eyes, and the big cold in his hand seemed to feel the master's abyss-like fighting intent, its blade trembled as if it was also breathing, Azule felt that the handle in his hand was getting hotter and hotter, just like the hot blood flowing in his body, he couldn't stand this burning feeling, and his internal organs were exuding heat.

His whole body was red, and he could clearly see the pulsating veins under every inch of his skin bulging out

His heart was beating rapidly, something seemed to be pulling out of his body, he couldn't hear anything from the outside world anymore, and his eyes felt hot.

He wanted to vent it, and that desire urged him like a maggot on his tarsal bones.

He chuckled lowly, and then the laughter became savage and crazy, like the cry of a wild beast, and he raised his scimitar and laughed wildly.

"Tieerqin, Gulhan, Alam Khan, this is the blood of my ancestors!"

"Their souls look upon me in darkness, they pass on to me the noble flesh and blood, they pass on to me the blessings of the gods!

We are destined to be the lord of the steppe, we are destined to be the emperor of the world, and we are destined to be the only messenger of God! ”

He muttered unconsciously the incantation-like things, the words that came to his mind, the names that only existed in the ancient texts of the Shuofeng family, the names of their ancestors.

The words that sounded like divine decrees were like thunder, lingering in this empty wasteland.