"I have never killed a Turkic in my life for the sake of the Turks, but tonight ......"

The saint's eyes were flat, and her tone was extremely flat.

She glanced at the Great Khan Golden Horde, and finally landed on Jieli, who was furious, and said quietly: "I have set up a monument in a border village. ”

Jieli was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "What are you doing to erect a monument?" ”

The saint did not explain, but said: "The stele is in Turkic script, and the inscription is the name of my Turkic high priest, and the content of the stele is also very simple, and you can't plunder this village for ...... time."

Jieli's eyes were blank, but he had a faint guess in his heart, and subconsciously said: "You are not allowed to plunder this village?" In other words, that border village belongs to the Han Chinese? ”

The holy woman glanced at him, and suddenly her tone became cold, and she said, "A few months ago, the stone tablet was smashed by the Turks, who not only ignored my warning, but also slaughtered the entire village. All the men died, the women plundered, and only a dozen old women survived in the village, struggling to survive. ”

Jieli was stunned for a moment, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the old woman on the saint's back.

The saint's tone suddenly became excited, and she suddenly shouted sharply and angrily: "There is my son in that village, and I am a mother, Jieli, do you think I should take revenge, do you think I should look for you, is it wrong for me to kill your son?" The life and death of my son you killed is uncertain, and I will kill your two sons out of anger......"

Jieli finally understood, and also let out a loud roar, and said extremely aggrieved: "Ben Khan doesn't know about this matter, there are hundreds of tribes in the Turks. Wu Si Yue, I just became the co-leader of the grassland. ”

The implication is very clear, it is nothing more than that he has just unified the grassland, and he has only completed the tribal alliance today, and he can't forcefully restrain all the tribes, so he doesn't know which tribe did this?

"Giggles!"

The holy woman burst into a crazy laugh, pointed at him and said: "You are a Turkic khan, and the Turks have to find you if they make mistakes, and in the same way, I am a Turkic holy woman, and I am also responsible for the Turks." Jieli, you have dozens of sons, I only have one son, my son's life and death are uncertain, I killed your two sons out of anger, this is a personal vendetta, it does not affect the major affairs of the grassland, if you are not convinced, I Wu Si Ayue is waiting at any time. ”

Jieli's eyes were furious, his chest rose and fell rapidly, anyone who was killed in front of two children, I am afraid that the hatred in his heart will be monstrous.

But Jieli is a hero.

The hero can endure what others can't endure.

Just when everyone thought he was going to break out, they suddenly saw Jieli looking up to the sky and laughed wildly, and shouted: "Okay! ”

In his loud shouting, his eyes stared at the holy high priestess, and he roared and said: "Today's matter, you and I have a personal enmity, personal enmity can be overnight, but major events can not be delayed, Wu Si Yue, now the grassland is about to blow the white-haired wind, the Turks must go south to plunder in order to survive the cold winter, we do not produce, only by plundering the grain of the Tang Dynasty can we live, for the sake of the entire grassland people, I will send troops in ten days......"

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, stared at the holy woman and said loudly: "You are also responsible for this matter." Although the Tang Dynasty is better than us, but the Han people are very tough in their bones, as long as they fight, they will have to die, you are the Turkic holy high priestess, and you have to contribute to this battle. ”

The Holy High Priestess suddenly turned around and walked out slowly with the old woman on her back, but a voice came out of her mouth, saying: "In ten days, I will send five thousand Turkic sacrifices, who will accompany the army to fight and be responsible for attacking and assassinating. ”

Jieli was happy in his eyes, but he was still not satisfied, and shouted: "Five thousand is not enough, I want ten thousand, the Turkic sacrifices are all masters of various departments, I want you to send ten thousand sacrifices." With them in charge of attacking the battlefield and attacking the fortifications, they can assassinate countless Tang generals. ”

The saint's footsteps didn't stop, she just nodded and spit out a word, and said lightly: "But! ”

She had reached the door of the tent.

Jieli suddenly said: "Ten days later, the steppe raises troops, you are the Turkic high priest, the warriors need you to dance the witch dance, we need the blessing of the Turkic wolf god, only you can make the warriors feel at ease." ”

"I'll be ......"

The saint said four words lightly, and stepped out of the big tent with the old woman on her back.

It was only at this time that Jieli suddenly roared angrily and shouted: "You killed my two sons today, this enmity is no longer shared, for the sake of the Turkic people, Ben Khan can forbear, but when I subjugate the world, Ben Khan will inevitably let you live and die......"

There was silence outside the tent, as if the saint had gone far away, and her sharp teeth were clucking, and she suddenly roared and overturned a table.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a sigh in the distance, and said very lonely: "If it weren't for the grassland, I would have wanted to die sixteen years ago, I adopted Linglong to cultivate the inheritance, just looking forward to my early death, Jieli, I hope you can really lead the Turks to dominate the world, so that all the grassland people will no longer lack food and clothing, when will you do it, when will I go to die, I don't need you to seek revenge, I can do it myself, sixteen years ago, I lived enough." ”

The voice was manman, with a trace of indescribable pain, and everyone in the sweat tent looked at each other, and Jieli suddenly let out a sneer.

……

The bright moon of the grassland, exceptionally bright, the holy high priestess carried the old woman on her back and galloped quickly, and the place where she passed aroused countless dead grass to fly, the holy woman suddenly stopped, looked at the grassland that had been yellowed under the moonlight, and said quietly: "It's July, the grass has turned yellow, and the white hair wind is going to blow, this is a catastrophe that is rare in a hundred years." ”

The old woman suddenly struggled a few times on her back, and her throat made a muddy sound, and said, "Girl, do you really want to send someone to kill the Han people?" ”

The saint was silent, and it took a long time before she said softly: "I am the Turkic holy high priestess, the third lady, I'm sorry ......"

The old woman struggled even more violently, and said loudly: "You let me down, I want to go back to the Central Plains." I don't know you, I don't know you. ”

Although she is an old woman, she is looking towards the Tang Dynasty in her heart, and now she hears that the grassland is going to slaughter the Central Plains, and the old woman just wants to live her life and go back to report the news.

Every dog slaughters the younger generations, and most of the negative hearts are scholars, before the righteousness of this country, even an old woman knows how to choose. Although she was beaten by her husband all her life and lived a very difficult life, she considered herself a Tang person in her heart, and she was worried that the Tang Dynasty would be killed too much by the Turks.

She didn't care about her old age and frailty, she just wanted to go back and report the news.

It's a pity that the saint clasped her on her back and persuaded her softly: "Third Auntie, don't make trouble, you are old and frail, you can't go back to the Central Plains on your own, you go to the sacrificial temple with me, and I will accompany you through your old age." ”

"Old woman, don't."

The third aunt screamed and struggled, and suddenly she didn't know where she got the strength to break free from the saint's back.

She fell to the ground, her cloudy eyes were all moist, but she didn't seem to feel pain, she sat on the ground and whispered: "The old woman is a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, I will die in the Central Plains, my man is dead, my son is also dead, I can't die in the Turks, I want to be buried in the land of the Han people, girl, the third aunt begs you, you let me go." I want to go back to the Central Plains, I want to go back to my home......"

The saint's eyes were visibly moistened, too.

She slowly squatted in front of the old woman and said softly: "Third Auntie, there is no one in the village anymore, who will take care of you when you go back, Ah Yue can't let go of it." ”

"Then I'll go to Chang'an!"

The old woman's tone suddenly became firm, and she almost tried her best to say: "I'm going to find the cub, I'll let the cub raise me old." ”

"Cubs?"

These two simple words instantly made the saint's body shake.

She subconsciously turned her head to look south, looking at the south of the grassland in a daze.

Seeing her like this, the old woman suddenly felt a trace of longing and prayer in her heart, and couldn't help but say: "Girl, although you are a Turkic, but your man is Han, you marry him, you are the daughter-in-law of the Han, you can't send someone to kill the Han, otherwise you will see the cub in the future, how can you recognize the child......

The holy woman slowly closed her eyes and said softly, "I only hope he can understand that his mother is Turkic." ”

When her eyes opened again, she had become tenacious and resolute, and suddenly picked up the old woman from the ground and said bitterly: "Third Auntie, don't blame me." ”

The old woman suddenly burst into tears, struggling to kick and bite her, and whined: "I don't know you, I want to go back to the Central Plains, girl, please let me go back for the sake of me taking care of you back then." ”

It's a pity that the saint was no longer moved, and carried her and galloped towards the depths of the grassland.

Under the moonlight, an old woman cried with a heart-rending voice, as if she was worried about her homeland.

Before the national righteousness, even an old woman knew how to be sad.