Pull out the city.

Xiao Jin licked his chapped lips and stared at the Guizi army retreating from the city.

"It's getting worse and worse, it's only been a few rounds today, and I'm going to withdraw so quickly, grandpa, I haven't enjoyed it yet." The third child threw the water bag to Xiao Jin and shouted.

"The Qiuzi army has been attacking for half a month, and it has not been able to attack for a long time, and it has become a tired division early, and its morale is completely lost. Moreover, the news that the country of Qiuci had been destroyed came, and the people of Qiuci had no desire to fight. The reason why I'm still holding on so stubbornly, I don't think there's any other choice. King Xiao Yan took the water and poured a few sips, finally quenching his hunger and thirst.

Everyone knows that Daqin has won this battle, and Qiuzi has no chance to turn the tables.

King Xiao Yan looked out of the city, and the Guizi army slowly retreated, lifeless, like the walking dead.

The Camp of Guizi.

Under the king's banner, Su Va sighed with a sigh.

"Isn't there any news from Rat Nisch?"

"Not yet, it is estimated that the three counties of Anxi should have been captured at this moment, I believe that the good news will come soon, king, hold on a little longer, our army will win." A general said, handing the king a jug of wine.

King Qiuzi shook his head, "Where are you still in the mood to drink, we are roasting on the fire now, the capital of the country has fallen, the soldiers are worried, and the army has no morale." There is no good news coming, I am afraid that more people will surrender to the Qin people. ”

Since the news of the fall of the national capital came a few days ago, more surrounding cities have surrendered to the Qin people, not only that, but even the royal army under the city has already secretly fled to the city and surrendered to the Qin army.

"How the Qin people insult us today, how we will retaliate against them in other days, when the three counties of Anxi fall into the hands of Rat Nishi, then we can not only recover the lost land, but also come to close the door and beat the dogs, and kill all these Qin people."

"Kill? Killing alone is not enough to solve my hatred. Su Vadai gritted his teeth.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard.

A rider came from the east.

Su Huadie's eyes flashed with excitement and anticipation.

The general also said, "My lord, there must be good news that there is a rat in the east." ”

A white horse galloped in, and the knight rushed desperately.

Ignoring his image, King Qiuzi turned over and rode out of the camp and went to meet him in person, followed by several generals and a team of guards.

Su Vat Chi got closer, and finally saw the knight clearly.

He was surprised.

The knight on the horse was clearly a young sable, half-sucked by the rat Nisch. Sable's mother was his sister-in-law, so Sable was his nephew, and at the child's 12-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, he personally went to the Eagle River to celebrate.

This is a very brave young man.

But now, this child, who is most loved by Yingsaochuan, is wearing a mink-tail flag painted with rat sables, and a few rat tails are tied to the ends of his head.

"Kid, what's wrong with you?" Su Vadier was shocked.

The sable's horse was led by Su Vadai and stopped, and the sable on the horse was tied hand and foot, and he showed a bitter smile when he saw his uncle.

"What the hell is going on?"

Sable said in a hoarse voice, "It's gone, it's all gone, 20,000 Nishi soldiers, 200,000 Nishi women, children, old and weak, men and women, and even slaves." Rat Nishi is halfway through, and it's completely finished, and I'm the only one left. ”

"How is this possible?" Su Vadi was stunned.

Rat Nishi, Nishi, Turkic language for the pearl of the steppe, rat Nishi, is a rat (mink) as the totem of the pearl tribe of the steppe.

But now the sable said, "The rat Nishi tribe of more than 200,000 people is finished?"

"The Qin people are too treacherous, Cheng Yanjin and others led the soldiers of the three counties of Anxi to leave Anxi, and my father led 20,000 warriors of the tribe to attack the three counties of Anxi, but there were soldiers from Hexi and Qinghai in ambush, and we were ambushed miserably. However, Cheng Yanjin bypassed Baishan and attacked the tribes of Yingsa River, and everywhere he passed, no one was left, and all of them were slaughtered. ”

Su Huadi looked at the sable who was trapped in his hands and feet, his hair was tied with a rat tail, and he was wearing a rat flag, and his face showed a look of despair.

"Is the Qin people right behind you?"

Sable nodded.

"How many?"

"Thirty thousand!"

After the sable finished speaking, he looked at Su Vadai and said, "My father was killed in battle, my mother was killed, all my brothers and sisters, and our tribesmen, even our slaves have been killed, please give me a good time, let me go to reunite with them." ”

"Isn't it good to be alive? Avenge! ”

Sable shook his head.

"Half of the Rat Nishi is extinct, and although there are still some tribes in other places, none of them are mine, and I will never have a chance to take revenge."

Su Vat drew his knife and cut the rope from the sable, then handed him the knife.

The sable stabbed himself in the chest, vomiting blood and falling.

"Qin Qi!"

A general shouted in horror.

His fingers trembled and pointed to the east.

There, a dark shadow appeared.

Su Vadi didn't even look at it, he walked up to the sable, squatted down, reached out and closed his eyes for the child, and then drew his long sword.

The sword was across the neck.

"King!"

A crowd exclaimed.

But Su Vadai had already pulled the sword, and the sharp long sword directly cut his neck, blood spurted, and Su Vadai fell to the ground.

"I... Death... Nor will it... Fall in... It fell into the hands of the Qin people. ”

With that, Su Vadi died.

He knew that he had lost, completely lost, and there was no chance of a comeback.

Qin Qi had already appeared, and he didn't even have a chance to escape.

Rather than fall into the hands of the Qin people, it is better to kill yourself.

The Qin people directly wiped out half of the entire tribe of more than 200,000 people, and that would never give Qiuzi any good end.

In just a few days, the Qin army defeated the soldiers of the three counties of Dunhuang, Shanshan, and the end of the three counties to defeat the soldiers of the Rat Nishi to attack the Tiemen Pass, and slaughtered the population of the various tribes of the Yingsa River and the Rat Nishi with the soldiers of the three counties of Anxi.

Now, the two legions have converged, and 30,000 iron armor have been killed.

The turtle is finished.

There is no more city that is difficult to hold onto, and there is no ally who can support, and all that remains will be the slaughter and trampling of Qin Qi.

King Guizi killed himself.

In the end, he didn't even have the courage to fight to the death.

The king is dead, the reinforcements are gone, the city has been replaced, and the generals of Qiuzi are also desperate.

Ashina Sheer, Ashina Misha, and Ashina Danai, these three were originally the most noble royal children of the Turks, but now, they have all become the vanguard of the Qin army.

Each of the three led 3,000 Turkic light horsemen and rushed all the way.

Under the banner of King Qiuzi, the king's body was placed there.

In the big camp, the Guizi army had no intention of fighting.

Surrender.

Several generals sighed.

"Surrender."

Only one of the younger generals shouted, "Surrender? Is it useful to surrender? The Qin army slaughtered the entire Rat Nishi, that is more than 200,000 people, they will not let us go, even if we surrender, we will never let go of Qiuzi, even if we want to die, we have to die standing up, not cowards come with me! Fight until the last moment! ”

"You're crazy, go up and just send you to death!" Several generals said.

"I'm not crazy, I just don't want to die on my knees."

But the young general responded with silence.

In the end, he only gathered only about 300 people, and there were more than 50,000 troops in the Qiuzi camp, but now only more than 300 people were willing to fight for the last battle, and the rest of the people were already discussing how to surrender and beg.

The young general pulled out his team, stirred up his horses, and resolutely rushed towards the overwhelming Turkic light cavalry.

Behind him were more than three hundred young Guizi warriors.

When the king killed himself before the army, they also despaired.

More than 300 horsemen were soon drowned in the tide of 9,000 Turkic light horsemen, like a small pebble thrown into the tide, and not even a single wave was splashed.

In the Qiuzi camp, those generals only laughed a few times when they saw the destruction of more than 300 people.