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Fleeing all the way north, he soon found that things were not so simple, because things happened too suddenly, so he had no amount of supplies to bring out, and after only four or five days, there was not much food left, and if he didn't meet anyone within two days, he would flee hungry.

"Great Khan, divide the army, and then divide the army...... If you don't divide the troops, if you mutiny, your safety ......" Some guards seemed to know something, and they tactfully persuaded some into hysterical recklessness.

"What? Even you think Ben is down? The eyes of the reckless inverted triangle radiated resentment.

"No, no, I, I'm also thinking about the Great Khan, it's just that the soldiers below have begun to complain about ......".

"Needless to say, Lao Tzu is here, if you kill Lao Tzu and go to the Tiele people behind to receive merit, see if those Tiele people will let you go. Get lost! After the defeat, he knew very well that he had no way out, and the black ghost that had not appeared made him extremely afraid, coupled with the betrayal of the Tiele people, he had a torment of fear and resentment.

In the past, he thought he was a hero, just like he couldn't be a person like Jieli, at least he would become a person like Zhenzhu Yinan. But in the end, the world indifferently told him with reality that he was just a pitiful worm, and he was not even qualified to fight in front of the powerful Datang.

He still has dreams, he wants to unify the steppe, and even wants to bring the Western Turks under his rule, and then take over Liaodong and Hetao, and finally unify the Central Plains.

In countless dreams, he dreamed that he was sitting on the throne that belonged to Li Shimin and giving orders, and in the main hall in front of him, there were countless people kneeling, countless people he used to look up to.

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The escape continued, but things changed two days later, and Troll, who had fled into the depths of the grassland, saw once again the flag that terrified him, a black battle flag.

It was supposed to be a densely populated tribe, but now there was nothing but a black battle flag, and there was no sign of human activity on the snow-covered grasslands, except for the black battle flag.

When the black flag was first seen, many people died, and the reckless and middle-aged scribes were seriously injured; When he saw the black flag for the second time, the battle situation turned around directly, and Xue Yantuo returned defeated; Now it's the third time I've seen this flag, and what will happen this time?

Looking at the black battle flag with a hint of slaughter from a distance, including the recklessness, all the Xue Yantuo people stopped, and no one dared to take another step forward.

By now they knew that the meaning of the battle flag was to make people stop, and no one wanted to try to see if it was true or not, anyway, it was right to understand it this way.

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U-turn, must turn around, although there is a tribe in front, but Trolley still chooses to turn around.

He had developed a fear of the battle flag, and although he tried so hard to deny it, the tremors in his body exposed his inner world.

Half a day later, another battle flag, another turn around, and another half day of battle flags still appeared, but it seemed that there were fewer and fewer directions for them to turn around, and the recklessness of camping and resting could already feel the peep from the distant horizon.

"Li Chengqian, you come out for me, come out! I'm not afraid of you, if you're a man, stand up!" Trolling Mang didn't retreat this time, and after the fear reached a certain level, he made desperate determination, Cui Ma came to the side of the battle flag, and frantically waved the war knife in his hand with his injured arm, slashing the battle flag to pieces.

There was no one present, no explosion that could blow people to pieces, everything was as if nothing had happened, as the fragments of the Warclan were blown away by the wind, and it was as if nothing had happened on the desolate grassland.

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The road is under their feet, but the hearts of Xue Yantuo who fled are sinking, it is said that they should have seen the existence of their own tribe as early as two days ago, but so far, let alone the tribe, they have not even seen a wild dog.

No, it's not just wild dogs, the vast grassland covered by heavy snow is like a world that no one has ever been to since ancient times, and the panicked Xue Yantuo people finally found that in the past few days of escape, there was not even a single animal footprint on the snow where they passed.

This is very abnormal in the grassland, because even if it is cold in winter, some hares, foxes, roe deer and other animals will still come out to find something to eat. However, in the places they passed, there was no trace of these animals, and there were no other footprints on the clean snow, as if they were the only ones left in the world.

Once again, fear gripped everyone's hearts, and the shadow of death enveloped them all.

"What's, what is this?" A startled voice suddenly appeared, and the man jumped off his horse with some difficulty as the crowd watched, picking up something from the ground with some difficulty.

But by the time he picked it up, everyone's faces changed, and those who had been on the battlefield knew that the man had picked up a severed hand, a severed hand that was mostly rotten.

In an instant, everyone understood why there were no tribes along the way, it turned out that it was not that they were going the wrong way, but that all those tribes were .......

No one dared to think about it anymore, stiffly riding on their horses, and a feeling of despair began to creep in their hearts.

The tribe was slaughtered, and the legend of the Black Ghost is true, and it turned out to be true!

Feeling that he had been fooled, Xue Yantuo's cavalry turned their gaze to Lu Mang, if it wasn't for his insistence on challenging Datang, how could the black ghost appear on the grassland? If it weren't for the fact that he deliberately withheld the news of the Black Ghost, how could the tribe have been slaughtered?

The tribe beneath its feet had proven to everyone present that the Black Ghost would not spare any of the tribes they encountered, and even if they did, the remaining months would leave a large number of livestock starving to death in the absence of winter reserves, meaning that famine was coming soon.

"Reckless! It's all good work from you! Finally, someone couldn't help but shout angrily, and watched as Lu Mang tightly grasped the knife in his hand.

"Bold, call Ben Khan's name and surname, do you want to die?" Trolley was still afraid, but after being disturbed by an angry shout, he suddenly became furious.

"Are you also worthy of being called the Great Khan? Xue Yantuo was made like this by you, and you still deserve to call yourself the Great Khan? The reckless attitude angered more people, and the thousands of Xue Yantuo cavalry who had escaped with him all set their eyes on him, and their hateful gaze almost turned into substance. It's in hand, please wait a while, after the content is updated, you need to refresh the page again to get the latest update! nt

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