"My king, are we going to let them go like this?"

After the death of Nowru, the wolf banner was seized, and the 20,000 Turkic iron horsemen who were uncommanded, under the slaughter of the savages, came like a tide, and retreated faster.

Countless ownerless horses were collected, and countless armor and weapons were transported back to the "cemetery" by women and half-sized children.

On the walls of the ice city, Super Arthur stood with a gun in his hand, and beside him, a relatively short leader of the savages was looking at the brave and invincible king in front of him.

"Or else?" Super Arthur was no longer as enthusiastic as before, and at this moment, his face was extremely cold, even with a hint of bloodlust and cruelty.

"Although Tiele, Qigu, and Murwei have long forgotten the origin of their respective totems, some shamans and leaders in small tribes still abide by the ancestral teachings! Now that the Dragon Prisoner Knife has been taken away by the bald head, if they unite their various tribes, the consequences will be worrying! ”

"He's not coming back!" Super Arthur looked sideways to the southeast, "At least, he won't be back anytime soon!" Even if he came back, his target would only be Yan Ran, not the Far North! ”

"My king, my subordinates are puzzled."

"In the far north, the bitter cold is very cold, and no matter how ambitious the Han people in the Central Plains are, it is impossible to run there! What's more, tens of thousands of miles of the vast steppe, if they want to enter the Far North, the first thing they have to do is to defeat the Turks! In the past thousand years, in addition to the ups and downs of the Central Plains in the civil strife, how many times have they conquered the prairie? ”

"So?" The wildling leader's eyes lit up.

"Regardless of the rumors, it's true that the Dragon Prison Knife is not easy to damage! In that case, wouldn't it be better for that bald head to bring back to the Central Plains the Dragon Prison Knife, which could only play a role in the Northern Regions, and turn it into an ordinary weapon? At least, the small tribes of Tiele and Qigu will no longer be able to join together and attack the Far North! ”

"My king's plan!"

"It's time to come back!" Super Arthur said, holding the iron gun horizontally in his hand, "But before we go back, tonight we will take some food from the Turks for the winter!" ”

"Honorable King, do you want?"

"Burn Shabelli's baggage team!"

"Dadu, they didn't chase after us, and the Turks didn't find any trace of us!"

Leaving the ice city, Yang Shuang was extremely vigilant, on the one hand, he was worried that the savages would turn against the water, and on the other hand, he was worried about encountering the sentry horses of the Turkic patrol.

Fortunately, day and night, until the evening of the second day, the Anu and their broken still did not find anything abnormal.

"Anu, head south in this direction, where will we end up?"

"Back to the Metropolitan Governor, if it is not bad as expected, it should be the western foot of Yinshan Mountain, but it may also be Wuyuan County or Yulin County!"

Yang Shuang tore off the heavy deerskin hat, and grabbed the snow and stuffed it in his mouth in the rapidly retreating snow, chewing it while sighing: "Hugou Country is generous, and the materials given to us are enough to support more than 20 days, but I don't know, we will be able to enter the Hetao area by then!" ”

"If the direction is correct, according to our current speed, it will only take ten days to enter the Yin Mountain range!" Anu picked up the parchment map that Yang Shuang had spread out, and gestured on it for a moment and said with certainty.

"So much better!"

Yang Shuang has long been tired of this bird not pooping, and peeing can freeze the ghost place of the second brother.

His only thought now is to return to Dunhuang or Mamitu, roast some mutton, order some liquor, and hot kang for his wife and children.

Although he didn't have the last one, behind the sleigh, there were two huddled!