In an unnamed mountain range in the central and western part of Yanzhou, in the ravine, under the escort of more than ten die-hard loyalists, Helu died here. Very embarrassed, physically and mentally exhausted, paralyzed on the side of a rock on the side of the ridge, He Lu looked lonely, his eyes were confused, and he was depressed.

"What is this place?" Horu asked.

It was a vain question to ask, and the surrounding cronies shook their heads when they heard it.

Helu and the others ran all the way, and the twists and turns in the mountains were not something they could figure out, but in a day, they were completely lost in it. By this time, hunger and thirst were in place.

Looking at the strangeness and desolation in his eyes, He Luqiang cheered up, pointed to a few people and ordered: "You guys, go around and see if you can find some people in the mountains......

As soon as the words fell, one of the guards beside him exclaimed, "Prince, look at ......"

Following the direction of his finger, He Lu saw that on the nearby hill, a masked man dressed in black and carrying a long knife at his waist suddenly appeared, staring at them indifferently.

Helu's expression changed slightly, and the guards around him immediately woke up and drew their swords.

In a blink of an eye, I saw those black-clothed people jumping down and floating to the ground, forcing He Lu and the others on three sides.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" His expression was full of vigilance, and He Lu asked in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the two who took the lead.

Standing at the front, it was the moving spirit and Su Xian'er, looking at He Lu's changing expression, the moving spirit only felt very interesting, and said leisurely: "Without him, I just want to take your head......"

"It's a secluded place, a quiet place to bury your bones, and I don't think anyone will disturb your ...... when you die," the spirit chuckled.

The moving spirit's understatement made He Lu completely lose his bearings, and the man in black in front of him gave him a very dangerous feeling. My heart was beating wildly: "Why, you are not soldiers of the Great Zhou, and I have no grudge against you......"

Looking at the nervous He Lu, the moving spirit grinned at Su Xian'er beside him: "Do you want to explain one or two to him?" ”

"Let's do it, I don't have your leisure ......" Su Xian'er glanced back at him coldly.

Seeing this, the moving spirit spread his hands towards Helu: "You better go on the road obediently, I can only say that I will borrow your head!" ”

The conversation between the two made Helu extremely embarrassed, he was the son of a dignified Turkic khan, and in the mouths of the two, he seemed to be a lamb to the slaughter. With a roar of rage, he rushed to the side with his guards, apparently trying to break out of the siege.

"Why are you dying...... "The spirit pretended to be an X, and as soon as he waved, the snake spirit killers around him raised their weapons and rushed forward.

The Helu people, who were physically and mentally exhausted, could not block the attack of the snake spirit killer, and they were simply solved without moving their spirits and Su Xian'er.

After a brief scream, silence returned to the mountains.

"This gift, presumably Na Mo Si, should be satisfied!" Grabbing Heru's severed head, he threw it into a pocket that his hand had opened, and wiped his hands in disgust, muttering in his mouth.

"You go to the west...... waved his hand at Su Xian'er and the others, and with a few people, he turned to the east.

With her brows furrowed and staring at her back, Su Xian'er said coldly: "Eldest Sister's order is to let us go to Black Sand City......"

"I'm going to do something...... "I didn't look back, and the spirit led the people away quickly, and soon disappeared behind the rock wall.

……

At the same time as Helu's defeat, on the Western Front, after figuring out Mo Du's hole cards, Wang Xiaojie led the army to take the initiative to attack and fought a three-day decisive battle with the Turks in Qingshan Yang.

The Zhou army won a big victory and won a lot, and according to Wang Xiaojie's character, he wanted to take advantage of the victory to attack and expand the results. It was only for Mo Si to lead the army to resist, and fought a wave counterattack, slightly blocking the defeat, and causing the Zhou army to be blocked by Jinhe.

"It seems that Na Mo Si has been prepared for a long time......" In the camp of the Zhou army on the shore of Jin, Wang Xiaojie sneered when he got the news reported by people from all walks of life.

"General, Na Mo Si personally led the Turkic elite, cruising on the shore of Jin, the soldiers are tired of fighting, and now, even if we succeed in crossing, we will not be able to expand the results of the battle......" One of the soldiers in the tent explained to Wang Xiaojie and the generals.

Everyone looked at Wang Xiaojie and waited for his reaction. After pondering for a long time, Wang Xiaojie smiled freely: "That's it, in this war, our army has achieved great results, and the Turkic army is going to be three or four out of ten, how can it be greedy and inadequate!" ”

Saying this, Wang Xiaojie's tone was still full of unwillingness, looked at the east, shook his head and said: "This time, it made the east show its glory, 20,000 Turkic elites......"

As soon as these words fell, the faces of the generals in the tent changed slightly, and it was inevitable that some jealousy would arise in their hearts, and the 200,000 troops suddenly became a supporting role......

"General Qiyu, the Duke of Eguo is coming north! Camp has arrived! Suddenly, a junior colonel shouted in front of the tent.

Hearing this, Wang Xiaojie's face immediately became gloomy, and after a while, he laughed a few times: "This Xue Huaiyi, did you hear that our army was defeated and came to reward the soldiers?" ”

In the foothills of Yinshan Mountain, the city of Black Sand, the birthplace of the Jili Khan more than ten years ago, was once again occupied by the Turkic army. The defeated army returned one after another, and more than 100,000 people and animals almost crowded the entire area, shouting noisily.

The desolation of defeat permeated the city of Black Sands, and an undercurrent was already surging under the dark curtain, and the soldiers were full of complaints, and the voices of condemnation of Modu were loud. With the return of the Silent Leader, the restlessness climbed to its peak.

People with a keen sense of smell all felt a breath called "military mutiny".

"Damn! If it weren't for the old thief Mordo, why would our army have lost so much! At night, in the military tent, he sobbed angrily.

Previously, Mo Si sensed that something was wrong, endured his nausea, and persuaded Mo Du to withdraw his troops, of course, he did not get Mo Du's approval, and he had to wait for Helu's news, and he was tired of failure. Right now, the losses of the Turks made Mo Si feel distressed.

"There's another piece of bad news, I don't know if Prince Mosi, would you like to hear it?" A cold female voice sounded on the side of the tent, and Xiao Qingfang walked out and sobbed silently lightly.

With an ugly face, he glanced at Xiao Qingfang, and said coldly: "It's Helu's side that has a problem!" ”

"Prince Mo Si is really smart!" Xiao Qingfang applauded and praised: "He Lu fell into Di Renjie's trap...... The news of the defeat has not yet spread. ”

"How much did our army lose?"

"Annihilation!" Xiao Qingfang said lightly: "Perhaps, there are still some fish that have slipped through the net......"

"Ahh Hearing this, Mo Si couldn't help but roar, and kicked over the wooden case under his feet: "Twenty thousand iron horses, and a whole tiger division, it's gone." Hellu should be damned, Mordu should be damned! ”

"It won't be long before He Lu's head is enshrined under his feet, and the right is my gift......" After the silent hysteria was over, Xiao Qingfang said slowly.

Staring at Xiao Qingfang deadly, he asked silently, "Sister Xiao, what do you mean by this?" ”

"Kill Mordu, you don't want to have a remnant outside!" Xiao Qingfang was always indifferent.

His expression calmed down, and he knew that Xiao Qingfang was only afraid that he had figured out his thoughts. After being silent for a long time, he said silently: "After this battle, my Turkic has injured my muscles and bones, and I have not had several years of recuperation, so I can't afford to go south again. ”

"I know, but ...... There's always a chance in the future! Xiao Qingfang's eyes flashed with the light of "conspiracy".

"By the way, the auspicious khan is actually living in Youzhou......" Xiao Qingfang gave another piece of news that made Mo Si change color, and seeing that his expression was solemn, he laughed and said: "However, he is dead!" ”