Shen Lang turned his head to look at the black-pressed Turkic iron horse behind him, and two drops of blood and tears drifted away with the wind.

In the face of this tidal wave of Turkic army, those who chose to break off the white horse righteous followers, they could no longer kill them.

Where is this choice to break off, this is simply a choice to die.

But in the face of these countless Turkic iron horsemen, after all, someone will go to the queen and send them to death.

But they knew that it was death, but they still had no hesitation!

What Shen Lang is doing now is the same as these white horse righteousness after the choice is broken.

For the Central Plains, for the Tang Dynasty, for the Han family.

Even if he died, he had to hold back the Turkic army.

Only in this way will Datang have more time to prepare.

Only in this way can the Han family have more hope of victory.

Shen Lang led the remaining White Horse Followers and continued to flee in the northwest direction.

He wanted to contain the Turkic army and lead them northward as much as possible, so that they could get farther and farther away from the Central Plains.

But at this time, the Turkic iron horsemen behind them were like dog skin plasters, and they couldn't shake them off no matter how they shook them.

Just when Shen Lang led Bai Ma Yi to run wildly, the slopes on both sides were getting steeper and steeper.

Shen Lang couldn't help frowning slightly.

The black light blinded, and he couldn't observe the surrounding terrain, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to run forward.

But in a few moments, a valley appeared in front of his eyes.

The bad premonition in his heart spread in an instant.

"Not good!"

Shen Lang immediately reined in his horse and couldn't help but exclaim.

He was unfamiliar with the topography of the frontier and did not yet have a map.

In the last few days, he has been running around like a fly without a head.

As long as you can get rid of the Turkic Iron Cavalry.

But tonight, he ran to the mouth of the valley.

What if you rush into the valley and the Turkic iron cavalry is already prepared?

Just look at both ends, and they won't be able to escape!

But if you don't enter the valley, there will be countless Turkic iron horsemen behind you.

Moreover, the slopes on both sides of the mountain here are getting steeper and steeper, which is not suitable for horses to escape at all.

If you abandon your horse and run away on both sides, you will die faster.

Without the white horse righteous servants of the war horse, the combat effectiveness is bound to be greatly reduced.

More importantly, if you lose your war horse, even if you survive, how can you delay the hooves of the Turkic army?

Do you want to fight on foot against horses?

It's tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg!

Now Shen Lang is in a dilemma!

"General, the Turkic army is catching up!"

And just when Shen Lang was hesitating, a white horse righteous congregation shouted from behind.

"Into the valley!"

Shen Lang weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and immediately said categorically.

I saw him slam the horse's belly and rush into the valley.

As the saying goes, wealth is sought in danger!

What's more, does he have a better choice now?

He doesn't ask God to bless, he just wants to win the bet!

He was born a gambler, and he was no exception.

He was gambling, betting that the Turkic Iron Riders didn't know that there was a valley here.

He was gambling, betting that this valley was not a dead end, that there were no Turkic iron horsemen guarding the exit ahead!

This time, he pressed his own life, as well as the life of the white horse behind him!

If they win, they will be able to get rid of the Turkic cavalry.

If the gamble is lost, everyone will be unable to escape, and I am afraid that all of them will be buried in this canyon.

This gamble can be described as a big gamble.

Shen Lang not only pressed his own life, but also the lives of all the white horse righteous servants.

No way, does he have any other choice than to go forward?

There is no retreat to speak of!

……

And at this time, not far from the hillside.

The Turkic army saw that the Turkic army was rapidly moving towards the entrance of the valley, and the little heart then raised his throat.

"Khan, the blood-armored general has entered the Valley of Death!"

The Turkic military advisor could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart, and roared at Jieli Khan with great excitement.

"You're doing a great job! Wait to cut off the head of the blood-armored general, and this king will be rewarded! ”

As he spoke, the Khan threw up his head and laughed insolently.

His eyes were even more bloodthirsty, and his face was full of indescribable excitement!

At this moment, he had waited too long, too long!

"Kill me, don't leave a single one! Those who kill the blood-armored generals will be rewarded! ”

Jieli Khan roared with great excitement, eager to rush into the Valley of Death right now and cut off the head of the Bloodarmored General with his own hands.

"The Khan has an order, and no one will be left!"

"Brothers, kill! Whoever kills the blood-armored general, the Khan will be rewarded! ”

The Turkic Iron Riders roared as they scrambled towards Death Valley.

As the saying goes, there must be brave men under heavy rewards.

And Jieli Khan's reward for killing the blood-armored general is not only a heavy reward?

Instead, let him be the next Khan of the steppe!

This huge temptation is enough to make every Turkic Iron Rider crazy!

The Turkic horsemen are red-eyed and scramble to rush into the Valley of Death, wanting to become the next steppe khan!

Jieli Khan is not stupid, so naturally he will not give up his position as the king of the grassland.

Because he wants to stain the Central Plains with blood, replace the Tang Dynasty, and become the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

At that time, he will naturally not look at a mere grassland king.

That's why he threw this huge pie and asked the Turkic Iron Rider to fight for him!

……

Shen Lang led Bai Ma Yi to rush into the Valley of Death, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart.

"Could it be that the master is going to die here tonight?"

Shen Lang muttered alone while galloping on his horse.

"General, there are traces of Turkic iron cavalry at the exit ahead."

Hakuma Yoshi, who went to the front to investigate, suddenly came to report.

Shen Lang's heart immediately chuckled.

There is a containment in front.

There were pursuers behind.

Steep hills on both sides.

In this long and narrow valley, they became turtles in other people's urns.

It's hard to escape!

For a while, Shen Lang was completely panicked.

He lost the bet.

But is it really going to wait here to die?

The Tang reinforcements have not arrived for a long time, do they want to let the Turkic army move south?

If you die in battle, what will happen to the Central Plains?

What about the tens of thousands of Han family children?

A deep unwillingness swept through his whole body in an instant.

"Heaven is going to kill me?"

Even if he doesn't believe in fate, he is not afraid of death.

But at this time, this has a deep suspicion of this ghost and god theory.

Does God really want to let himself die?

"My life is up to me!"

Shen Lang raised the gentian bright silver spear in his hand, pointed at the night sky without a trace of starlight, and roared.

The pride of fighting with people and fighting with the sky.

The stubbornness of not admitting defeat.

Scattered in an instant.

"Kill it!"

Shen Lang roared, and then brandished the silver spear in his hand and killed the exit.

Sitting back is not his style.

Even if it is death, it must die on the way to the charge.

Even if it is a loss, it will be lost.

Even if he had made the wrong choice before.

But so what?

The path you choose will be completed on your knees!

What if there are countless Turkic iron horsemen in front of you, and countless Turkic scimitars?

Does he have any other choice?

In his life, there is no retreat at all!