At this moment, a black line appeared on the edge of the sky, rolling up the rolling yellow sand, obscuring the sky and the sun, and the earth began to tremble. A scout rushed over: "Khan, Tang led by Li Jing. The main force of the army has arrived. ”

When the tide is like Don. When the army emerges from the sky. Countless war horses rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, and the fog was full of fog, and it was impossible to see how many people there were. Murong Fuyun's Tuyuhun army couldn't help but stir, after all, Datang's current power is too fierce, and the last few encounters between Tuyuhun and Datang have all been ultimately defeated, no matter how strong a soldier is, he can't help but have low morale.

At this moment, Murong Fuyun suddenly picked up his horse and whipped forward, the three armies were stunned, seeing Murong Fuyun take the lead and rushed to the front of the three armies, his own soldiers held high the black wolf head flag, followed closely behind him, and slammed the banner to the ground, wrapped the tip of the iron sheet, and inserted it into the yellow sand about two feet.

The stunned Tuyuhun soldiers came to their senses, and immediately burst out into a wolf-like howl, and their sluggish military spirit and low morale were swept away by the behavior of the Great Khan's first soldiers, and the blood of the officers and men of the whole army was boiling, and their fighting spirit had been mobilized.

"Call the shots, get ready for battle!" Murong Fuyun shouted in a deep voice. As the hero of the Qinghai grassland, as the khan of Tuyuhun, Murong Fuyun could not escape, but could only fight to the death.

Murong Fuyun was afraid that a fierce battle would damage the body of his beloved wife Toya, he was not worried about others, so he tied Toya's body tightly to his back with a silk silk, even if he died, he would die with his beloved wife Toya.

A wrestler beside him took off the four-stone hard bow, put on a trumpet arrow, pointed to the sky, took a long breath, squeaked and pulled the arrow string, and with a "whoosh", the trumpet arrow let out a sharp scream, soared upward, and shot into the sky.

At the same time, the armies of the rear moved in an orderly manner, under the command of the red, yellow, blue, black and white five-color banners, forming a staggered and independent cavalry phalanx.

"Offense is the best defense!" Murong Fuyun put on an attacking formation.

"Kill!" Murong Fuyun drank awe-inspiringly, and the blood-drenched golden scimitar in his hand pointed at Li Jingtang in front of him. Army.

The strings roared like tens of thousands of buzzes, and the sharp and hideous wolf's fangs and arrows covered the sky and the sun, bringing up a sharp roar of a gust of wind, fiercely shooting into the forward camps of both sides, and the sound of breaking the sky resounded between the two armies, and the screams of the arrows and the neighing of the war horses accompanied by the rumbling sound of iron hooves on the ground, like a tragic elegy for the earth. Countless warriors planted under the horses, and were immediately trampled into pulp by countless war horses. The yellow sand flew, and soon they were no longer human.

Murong Fuyun's three cavalry teams, like three heavy arrows, stabbed into Tang fiercely. Army camp. The momentum of the two armies was so swift that the vanguard of the cavalry on both sides pierced through the opposing camp for miles like a sharp blade with a thorn against the handle.

Tang Dynasty. The two best warriors of the army and Tuyuhun were torn and killed together, and the sound of killing on the battlefield shook the sky, wailing again and again, and countless soldiers and horses fell every moment, and blood stained the yellow sand and Gobi.

Thousands of spears and cold blades intertwined, striking out dots of bright colors, and the red-eyed warriors roared like wild beasts, and no one cared who fell beside him in a decisive battle, who was trampled into a mess of mud by his horses' hooves, only endless chopping and fighting.

Li Jing personally led the elite soldiers of the 10,000 angel army of the Chinese army to rush from the middle road. The soldiers of the Angel Army's main battle legion were wearing light and sturdy alloy plate armor, which was very tightly protected from head to toe, and they were basically not afraid of the arrows that rained down, and they wielded extremely sharp Tang knives in their hands, like a red-hot soldering iron piercing into butter. People block and kill, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas, and no one can hinder their steps. Launching first, attacking first, can thwart Murong Fuyun's attack. Li Jing understood that a cavalry opponent with equal strength, whoever struck first would have the upper hand. The prairie does not believe in a late strike.

A powerful horn whined.

Tang Dynasty. The army seemed to have suddenly injected a new vitality, and the ruthless spirit of the soldiers in the midst of the slaughter soared, and the sound of 'killing, killing, killing' sounded from all directions like a tsunami, and the sharp soldiers who broke through into the encirclement suddenly launched an attack on the Tuyuhun enemy on the left and right with a more fierce offensive.

An invisible murderous aura spread rapidly from the center of the battlefield, surging uncontrollably to both sides, and the blood of every warrior burst out vividly.

Murong Fuyun's heart tightened, "The current Tang. Why is the army so fierce, it was not like this before! ”

Murong Fuyun's heart trembled, because he was shocked to find that Li Jing personally led an incomparably fierce knife team, and its combat power was far beyond that of ordinary Tang Dynasty. military. On the left and right flanks, a torrent of two horses crossed the two warring sides like crab claws and flanked the middle of the Tuyuhun army.

Li Jing took advantage of the fact that the Tuyuhun front was stretched out and it was difficult to take care of each other, and adopted a two-wing charge formation to divide everything in Tuyuhun into two and annihilate it.

Murong Fuyun was defeated, and the Tuyuhun army was crushed for thousands of miles, with countless casualties.

Murong Fuyun was defeated, whether there was a chance to make a comeback, he didn't know. Instinctively, he wielded his sword and led his loyal guards to cut down and rush out.

Everywhere there are Datang's military dui and pursuers. Murong Fuyun was no longer able to fight with their elite, and he was forced to lead the few thousand remaining men to feint westward, after attracting the pursuers. Suddenly, he walked south, interspersed with detours in the midst of heavy encirclement, giving full play to the characteristics of light riding briskly and moving, fishing in mixed waters, and jumping out of Tang. The army pursued and intercepted, and ran away from Shanshan.

Murong Fuyun now really regrets conspiring with the Western Turks, Gaochang and others to rob and kill the Datang caravan, he thought it would be seamless, he thought that he really exposed his Tuyuhun iron hooves and was not afraid of the Tang Dynasty's army, but after fighting with the Tang Dynasty, he knew that the current Datang. The military strength is indeed terrifying, not to mention that the incomparably powerful steppe overlord - the Great Turkic Khanate was wiped out by the Tang Dynasty.

However, when people are unlucky, they really drink cold water and stuff their teeth. Under the pursuit of the army, Murong Fuyun struggled, and finally chased Li Jingtang like a dog skin plaster. The army got rid of it, and it coincidentally bumped into Wei Chi Jingde's army that was rushing thousands of miles away.

Wei Chi Jingde's Tang. The army has not gone through a series of battles, and has just defeated Murong Fuyun's second son, Dayan Mangbo Jie (Murong Zun King)'s Tuyuhun Qinghai Lake Cavalry Regiment, morale is booming, and the chivalry leader on the horse is much stronger than Murong Fuyun. As a result, Murong Fuyun had just shaken off Li Jing, and was chased by Wei Chi Jingde and beaten in the ass, like a hanged ghost.

This battle was the most embarrassing battle Murong Fuyun had fought in his life, whenever he thought he had gotten rid of Tang. The army pursued, and just when it stopped and was about to stutter, the black and suppressed Tang Dynasty army covered up. Murong Fuyun had no choice but to jump on the war horse and continue to flee for his life.

The morale, morale, and will to fight were dissipated little by little in this chase battle, and more and more people were attrition due to death and escape. From west to east, from south to north, Murong Fuyun didn't know where to go, he just instinctively fled, until he was bitten and pursued by Wei Chi Jingde's army for three days, and he completely got rid of Tang in an autumn rain. The pursuit of the army, because of this heavy rain, washed away all traces of their march......

The sky was full of haze, cold wind whistling, and drizzling rain.

In the desolate desert of Shanshan, two men led two scarred horses, both of them in tattered robes and stained with blood. One of them was still tied to the corpse of a woman behind his back, and they were very tired, but one of them still stood tall and tall like a protruding mountain. They are Murong Fuyun and his henchmen will call Qitu.

After so many years of displacement. After a bloody battle, Murong Fuyun's whole person lost a lot of weight, his beard was stubble, and his eyes were red. However, the tiger is not invincible. Although he has lost weight, he is still imposing.

Last night, they had buried the last seriously wounded guard who had been with them from the pack of horse thieves, and fled all the way here. Murong Fuyun's beard and hair were scattered and tangled. It's dirty. The robes and armor were bloodstained and filthy, but this could not hide the resolute and arrogant light in his eyes. Looking at Hu Qitu, who was covered in blood and frustrated and tired, and looked at the boundless desert, Murong Fuyun knew that he would never have a chance to make a comeback. But arrogant he didn't want to be killed by Don after death. The army cut off the head, showed the head to the public, or was detained in Chang'an, the Tang Dynasty, suffered humiliation, and was dignified Tugu Hun Bu Sabo Khan, and he died with dignity. He reached out and touched the already cold corpse of his beloved wife Toya behind him, he could die and be buried with his beloved wife, and he died without regrets.

Murong Fuyun asked Huqitu, the most loyal general to him, to dig a big pit in a meadow, Huqitu didn't know what the Khan asked him to dig for, but he would only faithfully carry out the orders given to him by the Khan.

Murong Fuyun jumped into the pit that had just been dug, untied Toya's body from her back, gently laid her back on her back in the pit, and gently wiped the blood and dust stained on Toya's pale face with a cloth and drizzle. After wiping it clean, Murong Fuyun stared at Toya's pale and beautiful face for a long time, and said silently in his heart: "Toya, my Kedun, my baby, I am here to accompany you, you will not be lonely anymore." ”

He touched the cowhide quiver with vermilion lacquer and gold hanging on his waist, and there was no feather arrow in it, but he was reluctant to throw it, because this quiver was a token of love given to him by his beloved wife Toya. This quiver has galloped tens of thousands of miles with him, and has been battle-hardened, grinding sulfur in some places, carrying knife wounds and arrow marks in some places, and almost the entire quiver has faded in the wind and sun, rain and snow, and dust and sand flying over the years. This is the most obsolete item on his body, but he has been reluctant to replace it, just because it is the most beloved Kodun Toya gave him a token of love, and today he wants to sleep forever in the ground with the most beloved woman and the token of love she gave him.

Murong Fuyun stood in the big pit, raised his head and said to Huqitu, who thought that the Khan was preparing to bury Kedun Toya: "Huqitu, you are my most loyal warrior, I am very grateful to you for always accompanying me, I ask you one thing now, I hope you can complete it." ”

"Great Khan, don't worry! No matter what you do, as long as I can do it, I will definitely complete it. ”

"Huqitu, I hope that after I die, you can bury me and Toya here, don't erect tombstones and graves, and keep our cemetery secret."

"Great Khan, you won't die, let's go find the eldest prince and the second prince, we will definitely be able to make a comeback......" Hu Qitu saw Murong Fuyun's expression gloomy and said nervously.

"No, in order to prevent the Tuyuhun Death Clan from being wiped out, let the eldest prince and the second prince stop confronting Datang, let them surrender to Datang, the current Tuyuhun is not the opponent of Datang, don't make senseless sacrifices......" Murong Fuyun's face was full of unwillingness, helplessness and calmness, he glanced at Toya affectionately, and said softly: "Toya, I'm here!" Huo Ran pulled out the golden scimitar from his waist and wiped it on his neck, and a stream of blood spurted out from the severed carotid artery vessel, splashing on the soil wall of the big pit.

Murong Fuyun didn't feel any pain, a large area of colorful colors appeared in front of his eyes, constantly changing and flashing with various wonderful patterns, his ears could no longer hear Hu Qitu's frightened and anxious voice, what he vaguely heard was the sound of iron hooves galloping thousands of horses, the shouts of mountains and tsunamis, and the miserable cries of the enemy when they were dying, Toya's sweet laughter, all kinds of sounds were intertwined, sometimes far and near, sometimes without ......

A month later, Murong Fuyun's second son, Dayan Mangbojie (Murong Zun King), was killed after surrendering to Tibet, Murong Fuyun's eldest son Murong Shun led the crowd to surrender to the Tang Dynasty, Tuyuhun perished, and the Tang Emperor Li Shimin named Murong Shun as the king of Xiping County, and Tuyuhun has since been included in the Tang Dynasty.

So far, the Silk Road has become a golden ancient road for exchanges and trade between the Tang Dynasty and Western countries.