Chapter 108: The Legend of Undefeated - Asalan's Dream

The moonlight shone on the wounded soldier's swarthy face, and no one knew who he was, except to see a huge scar on his face.

This should have been left to him by the wolf, and the only person who could escape from the wolf's claws was a warrior.

Now, the hero is lying on the sand, silently crawling behind the dune, the sand is so soft that one step will slip down two steps, and he still does not give up.

Many people saw this, including the loyal young Uighur sergeant.

When the wounded soldier placed his saved water bladder next to Asalan, everyone knew what they were going to do at that time.

He is repaying the lion king for saving his life.

Although it only saved his life for half a day......

No one bothered the wounded soldier to find a better place to bury himself, and even a strong warrior could not bear the thirst, and a wounded warrior like him, even if the wound did not suppurate, could not leave the desert.

Watch him climb the dunes with difficulty, watch him look back at the crowd, and then listen to him tumble down the steep other side of the dune until there is no sound.

"There are lambs in the green sea of grass,

The blue wolf is next to the water weeds.

O shepherdesss in a fur hat,

She didn't see anything.

There are lambs in the green sea of grass,

The eagle is right next to the mountain.

O shepherdesss in a fur hat,

She didn't see anything.

There are lambs in the green sea of grass.

The lover is at the Lamb.

O shepherdesss in a fur hat,

She didn't see anything......

The young Uighur warrior remembered this beautiful ballad, and he longed to return to his homeland, preferring to fight the wild wolves in the northern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains in a land of abundant water and grass than to die of thirst in a place where no grass grows.

Everyone was very thirsty, and the songs sung by their hoarse voices were naturally extremely unpleasant.

In anguish, Asalan heard the song and saw the water bladder, and he immediately held the water bladder in his arms, for fear that others would snatch it away.

I secretly looked around and found that no one was grabbing water with me, and I immediately felt ashamed to death!

Holding back the shame and singing "The Shepherdesss in the Fur Hat" twice with everyone, he raised the water bladder and took a big sip of water, and then handed the water to the young sergeant next to him, who took a sip with tears and handed it to the veteran beside him.

That night, the skin bag slipped over the lips of many people, and the water in the small water bladder seemed to be impossible to drink.

Assalan slung his barely moving water bladder to his waist, leaned against the camel's belly, and fell into a deep sleep.

He is very satisfied with the current result, the morale is available, as long as he gets out of the desert and fights the exhausted Khitans, it is difficult to say who wins and who loses.

On this night, he had a very distant dream, dreaming that he had defeated the Khitans, won the cheers of all the Uighurs, entered the city of Shilong amid the cheers, saw his white-haired father personally remove the crown and put it on his head, saw his brothers kneeling respectfully on the ground, spread their hands, and saw himself sitting on the sweat seat with an order, and millions of armored men looked at the scenery from ...... The dream was long, long, until early in the morning, and he did not wake up from it......

The young sergeant cautiously called out to Asalan as it was already dark.

Asalan, who was lying on the belly of the camel, did not react, but the ruminant camel turned its head to look at him.

As the camel moved, Asalam's head fell heavily on the sand, and the young sergeant noticed that Asalan's body seemed to be hard.

After carefully testing Assalam's breath, he cried out: "The king is dead!" ”

Tetsu 300 lay on the icy sand dunes, watching the Uighurs beneath them panic.

He was still watching coldly.

The young sergeant howled, then dropped his weapon and ran deep and shallow in the direction of Hami.

The young soldier ran away, and the old soldier tried to take the camel away, and a knife had already slashed at his neck.

His former best brother, after cutting off his neck, kicked him away, and he had just climbed on the back of a camel when he was pierced in the chest by a spear.

The camel watched in horror as everyone was fighting around him, and when he was crushed by a corpse, he slammed to its feet.

A heavy flail struck the camel's head, and the brains splattered, and the camel's huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and the people around it were still fighting.

Asalan's eyes were wide open, but they didn't look good, and their grayish eyes were covered with a thin layer of dust.

The water bladder was cut by a knife, and a thick layer of scorpion tail hooks was exposed in broad daylight.

The tail hook of the scorpion is a very expensive medicinal material after drying, and if Tie Xinyuan sees it, he will definitely use it to make wine.

It's a pity that all these scorpion tail hooks are soaked in water, as long as you look at those black and white venom glands exposed, you can know that the scorpion's venom has all entered the water.

If Asalan hadn't suffered internal injuries, then nothing would have happened, and when the venom had been diluted with water entered Asalan's veins, the venom would slowly paralyze all his senses, and even Asalan himself would not know when he died.

Asalan died, and the army vanished in an instant.

Some were gone, some were dead, and Asalan lay lonely under the dunes, covered with a thin layer of sand.

The iron three hundred came out of the sand, and the rising sun had already given some temperature to the sand, and it was already very uncomfortable to cover the body.

With a swing of his knife and chopping off Asalan's head, Tie 300 whistled, and immediately seven sandbags rose on the top of the dune, and seven men came out of the sand and laughed and rolled down the hill from the top of the hill.

Everyone held Asalan's head and looked at it carefully, and the patriarch had said that it would be known only by cutting off a person's head whether he was dead or not.

"Three hundred brothers, can Asalan's head be exchanged for a wife from the patriarch?"

Tie Sanbai, who was peeling off the armor on Asalan's body, said with a smile: "My wife is not exchanged, as long as you have extra food and a house, there will naturally be women looking for you to burrow into your bed." ”

The big man who was holding his head and looking at the excitement paused and said, "Can we hunters too?" ”

Tie Sanbai, who looked at Asalan's beautiful armor with satisfaction, smiled and said, "You are a wild man that no one wants, pretending to be a hunter."

However, in the clan, as long as you work diligently and fight bravely, you will naturally get a lot of rewards, and then you will have food to seduce the women in the valley, and if you are lucky, find a cub, and within a few years, you will have a son to help you get food and a house. ”

The wild man, who called himself a hunter, carefully rubbed Asalan's head with salt, put it in a leather bag, and stepped on the sand pit that the iron three hundred had trodden, and left the sand dunes step by step.

Having done what had to be done, Tie 300 decided to return to Hami and remind the patriarch that the expected rout was about to appear in Hami.

At first, there were only a few sporadic routs, and when Basilmi appeared, if the patriarch did not prepare in advance, disaster would strike.

The battle situation in the desert was not the same as the patriarch expected, the Khitans won the war, and their own damage was also very large, if what Asalan said was true, the possibility of more than 20,000 Khitans entering the Uighurs was not very large.

However, the patriarch will always have a way.

Tie 300 took a breath, quickened his pace, and found the camel he had hidden, and without pausing at all, the eight men drove the camel to trot in the direction of Hami.

Tie Xinyuan was very uncomfortable today, and when the sun came out, he had a splitting headache and stumbled out of the room, planning to go to the hot spring for a good dip.

Meng Yuanzhi doesn't know how to make wine, the wine is sour like vinegar, but there is no vinegar fragrance, Tie Xinyuan barely drank three bowls of turbid wine last night that didn't even clean the lees, and then he fell unconscious.

He was very sure that he was not drunk, and in the Great Song Dynasty, no matter how strong the wine was, it would be difficult to drink three bowls of iron heart.

After soaking in the hot spring, I heard Tie Er say that the wine brewed by Meng Yuanzhi has an intoxicating effect even if there is no alcohol.

Meng Yuanzhi slept under the dining shed last night when he was drunk, if it wasn't for Tie Er's early discovery, he might have been sucked dry by the large poisonous mosquitoes in the Tianshan water puddle.

Seeing Meng Yuan standing on the city wall, Tie Xinyuan finally put his mind at ease, as long as a person does not forget his duty.

There were already three or three defeated soldiers in Hami, they wandered around Hami like ghosts, and the empty Hami disappointed the routs, and they pounced on the places where the natives lived according to their memories, but still found nothing.

Tie Xinyuan was still a little happy to hear this news, at least Ashina Drepung knew that it was a good thing to take his clan away from the Tianshan Mountains and not die more innocent people.

The land that the undead get should be able to produce more food.

It turns out that Tie Xinyuan thinks too much of Ashina Drepung, and he hasn't forgotten how his three sons died.

More than a thousand cavalry roared through Hami, capturing thousands of routed soldiers, and thus adding thousands of corpses along the edge of the desert.

With the deterrence of force, the exit of the desert rarely has a rout from there.

Until one day, the demons-like Uighurs tormented by the desert poured out of the desert in large numbers, and with a single charge, Ashina Drepung's horse team was swallowed up by more than 20,000 routs.

Basimi did not die, and the army he led was still intact, but Asalan's death made him an ownerless and lonely soul.

Having lost more than 50,000 men, the Uighur Khan needed someone who could take responsibility.

Asalan died fighting for his country, and as a member of the royal family, he would be a model of a warrior who fought bravely.

Ba Simi knew that if he didn't leave, the Uighur army from Stone Dragon would chop him into meat sauce.

The dead silence of Hami made him feel very terrified. After getting a few hundred horses, he left Hami on the first night he left the desert and was never found. (To be continued.) )