A betrayer never ends well, and Kang Sumi is very sad.

The Turks regarded them as jackals who attacked their masters, and the Tang people regarded them as hunting dogs that wag their tails when they had meat to eat, but they did not regard them as human beings......

But who is to blame for this?

That's fate.

Could it be that when he fought with the Turks to the last man, showed his loyalty to the Turkic khans with blood, and followed the Turks to the burning of jade under the iron horses and crossbows of the Tang people, he would be able to gain everyone's respect?

Even so, but the clan is extinct, no matter how much respect is useless?

This is the sorrow of the small tribes that are sandwiched between the powerful countries.

Kang Sumi took the reins, drew his waist knife, and rode away from the large army, the clansmen around him had already raised the banner of the Lit, and more and more Lit warriors gathered under their banner, one by one, their faces were solemn, and their expressions were inevitably sad.

They were all aware of what was coming......

Kang Sumi put down his waist knife and looked around at the familiar faces, here are his sons and nephews, his brothers, and his elders, he is going to lead these last warriors of the Lite people, with flesh and bones, to resist the iron cavalry charge of the Xue Yantuo people like a landslide!

"Warriors of Chestnut, as your leader, I, Consumi, am a sinner......"

His tone was hoarse and desolate, and his face was as gloomy as the snowy sky: "...... We have been shuttling along the Silk Road for generations, our ancestors have been trafficking goods from the East and the West for generations, we are rich and brave, but we are not free, because our power is still too weak, and we have to be oppressed and exploited by many countries. Eastern Rome, Gaochang Kingdom, Turkic, Great Sui, Tang Dynasty...... The wealth we have created with our own hands has to be plundered by these powerful countries in the form of taxes...... Once, I thought that if I took refuge with the Turks, I would walk unhindered in the Western Regions under the protection of their wolf riders. Once, I also thought that I had surrendered to the Tang people and exchanged our wealth for our freedom......"

At this moment, his heart was as sad as ice and snow: "But I was wrong. This is a world where the weak eat the strong, no one can rely on it, only its own strength is the foundation for the reproduction and continuation of the tribe! ”

"Now, the Xue Yantuo people are chasing and killing behind, and we are ordered to go and stop it!"

"Xue Yantuo has tens of thousands of iron riders, I know that we will definitely die!"

"But I tell you that at this moment, we are not fighting for the Turks, but for those who are in the ranks of the Turks! Use our lives and blood to block the people of Xue Yantuo, for the sake of our wives and our children, but to snatch back the chance to live! ”

"If anyone lives, please remember my words today, from now on, the Lits will no longer be attached to any strong person! As soon as the boy is born, he will be educated to sell goods, and when the boy is five years old, he will be allowed to learn to read and write, study mathematics, and succeed in learning, and then send him to follow his elders to learn the way of business, so as to benefit more for good! ”

"Wealth will certainly attract the covetousness of jackals, but war will exterminate the tribe!"

"Now, please join me in going to the final battlefield of the Lites, and use our blood to warn future generations, Lites, never to go to war again!"

"Everyone, kill the enemy with me!"

Kang Sumi's face flushed, and he raised his arms and shouted!

For a small tribe like the Lits, no matter who they are attached to, they will inevitably be treated as cannon fodder like cattle and sheep, and they will be pushed to the forefront in every battle.

Only by forming one's own values can we avoid this tragedy that repeats itself and continues until the extinction of the race.

And the value of the Lits lies in their natural business ability......

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

More than 1,000 chestnut warriors echoed loudly, full of fighting spirit!

For a small tribe like the Lits of the steppe, death is a nightmare that accompanies them all the time.

A white plague, a plague, a battle...... Their lives are small and fragile, and they face death after birth, so no one takes life that can be lost at any time seriously.

And now, they will fight the last battle to redeem the entire tribe, and use their deaths to warn their ancestors and grandchildren that even if they become driven cattle and sheep and plundered slaves, they will never participate in the war between the great powers, and they will not expect anyone to protect the Rites!

Kang Sumi's face was resolute, and he rode his horse in the middle of the road, and his men stood behind him, watching the Turks who were dragging their families and driving cattle and sheep run past in a panic, their eyes fixed on the end of the road.

A thick smoke spread and swept from afar, and it was the ice chips and snow foam splashed by the iron hooves when countless Xue Yantuo's iron horses galloped and galloped!

Kang Sumi clenched the scimitar, and the blood in his body was boiling.

When the Turkic Khanate fell, he did not choose to advance and retreat with the Turks, saving the lives of his people and himself.

Going around and around, in the end, you have to fight to the death for the Turks......

Heaven is unfair!

How did he give the Lits a chance to stand freely under the sky?

In that case, let us use the blood of the Rites to accuse all the injustices we have suffered!

"Kill!"

Kang Su Mi Prancing Horse Dance Knife, take the lead!

"Kill!"

The Chestrites followed, roaring with indignation!

More than 1,000 Rite warriors, with the unwillingness of the weak and small groups, were full of the anger of God's injustice, in order to fight for future generations a chance to live freely after being blessed by the Tang Dynasty and the Turks, with a kind of indomitable tragedy and tragedy, they rushed into the oncoming Xue Yantuo cavalry array!

"Boom!"

The collision of the war horses, the blades cutting the body, like two rushing floods, on this narrow road, fiercely raised the waves of blood and the roar of death!

In the cavalry battle, the Lite people, who are known for their intelligence and wisdom, are not the opponents of the invincible Xue Yantuo iron cavalry in the north of the desert, but as soon as they take over the battle, more than 100 people are knocked off by the war horses, cut by scimitars, spilled blood on the ground, and their bodies are crushed into pieces by the formations of both sides.

However, there is no way back for the Lits!

Either face death and bite off a piece of the flesh and blood of the Xue Yantuo people with the last breath of their lives, or they flee in embarrassment until the Turks are slaughtered and follow in their footsteps, anyway, it is a death, the Lite people, who have always been cowardly and never ashamed of escaping, burst out with powerful combat effectiveness, they stared at the blood-red eyes uncharacteristically, tightly held the scimitar in their hands, and urged the war horse to plunge into Xue Yantuo's array!

The Xue Yantuo array, which was advancing like a wall, suddenly became chaotic......

Tumidu, who commanded his troops to act as the vanguard, watched the Hui iron cavalry being rushed by the Lites to break up in formation, and those Lites who were usually cunning and shameless and profit-first were actually blocked in the middle of the road without fear of death, and the narrow road was full of chaotic cavalry, and he could only watch the Turkic brigade quickly withdraw under the cover of the Rites.

Originally, just a stick of incense could catch up with the Turks, and the brave Hui iron cavalry would launch a murderous massacre of the Turks, making the prestige of the Hui people resounding throughout the desert, and no one dared to underestimate the existence of the Hui people from then on......

Tu Fan was so angry that he vomited blood, and yelled: "Kill them all!" Kill them all! Don't let the Turks go! ”

He clamped the horse's belly, stretched out the spear in his hand, and plunged into the array of the Rites.

The short body hid on the side of the horse's belly, dodging a scimitar that was about to cut off his neck, and his right hand raised the spear and pierced the horseman's chest, the horse's powerful kinetic energy made the spear pass through his body, and when he sat firmly on the saddle, he shook the spear shaft in both hands, and then lifted the corpse of the Riot cavalry high and threw it out.

Seeing that the leader was so brave, the Hui Iron Cavalry beside him immediately boosted their morale, and they all howled and fought bravely, rushing towards the Lites frantically, dividing and besieging them with the advantage of numbers.

Kang Sumi slashed left and right in the crowd, and saw Tumidu's spear flying up and down like a poisonous dragon harvesting the life of the Lite warriors, and suddenly his eyes were split, and he shouted, and with a knife, he slashed a round of cavalry from the horse's back and lowered it, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and rushed towards Tumidu.

Tu Midu is killing the enjoyment, but also secretly wonder why the Lits today so sacrificed their lives to the Turkic palace, then heard a loud shout not far away, a person rode a horse to kill himself, the scimitar in his hand slashed left and right, from time to time there were Hui cavalry screaming that they fell off the horse, and then were trampled into meat by countless chaotic horse hooves......

Tumidu waved his spear and roared: "Kang Sumi, dare to kill Wu Erlang, take your life!" ”

The slaughter will pass!