Deeply encircled, Zhu Qiming was still able to be calm, take the head of the army in the crowd, and capture the enemy chief in one fell swoop, this act is really shocking!

After a period of saber rattling, the Tartar thieves finally saw what was at stake and settled there one after another.

The coach was held hostage, how can his subordinates be allowed to act rashly!

Time was passing quickly, and the tense confrontation lasted for I don't know how long, and I saw that the shadow of the sun above me was already slanting to the west.

"There are few people in the king of Yue, he doesn't dare to use force, let's rush up, save the general, and capture the king of Yue!" Seeing that everyone didn't dare to rush forward, the man in the cloak shouted loudly.

Boyan Timur was so tightly bound that he couldn't move, he really couldn't figure it out, how could a delicate prince with fine clothes and food have so much courage and strength? Helplessly, the sword was on his neck, there was no way, he didn't want to do a useless struggle, thinking about it, King Yue didn't seem to hurt him, and the cold tone of the cloaked man made him extremely unhappy.

"You are a small staff member, you don't care about the life and death of the commander, fanning the flames there, do you want Brother Boyan to die!" Zhu Qiming let out a loud sigh, and immediately looked at Boyan Timur, his face was extremely kind.

A "Brother Boyan" and a touching smile are enough to make Boyan Timur, a man who has been through a hundred battles and has a gentle temperament, put away all his blood! He shook his head again, and his mind immediately fell into a dream.

The man in the cloak began to shake his lips again, "Don't listen to King Yue's bluff, let's rush up, save the general, and capture King Yue, it's just a blink of an eye!" ”

The Tartar looked around, urging his horse to slow forward tentatively.

"Your Highness, let's go to the high ground quickly!" Over there, Coco Zhao persuaded, but his tone was not very smooth due to his high level of emotional tension.

Zhu Qiming glanced at Zhao Wen, and said secretly: At this time, if you move your troops and horses in vain, the Tartar thieves will follow quickly, and once the Warat Iron Cavalry gallops wildly, can you still hold the reins? Be focused at this time!

The cold eyes swept towards the Tartar, "Stop! With a limit of 30 zhang, after 30 zhang, it means that you want to murder Brother Boyan! ”

It was you who threatened to take Boyan······ Is the life of our leader good? The Tartar thieves who understand Chinese are very unconvinced when they hear this, but they will eventually throw a rat bogey! But when the sound of hooves stopped, all the black-pressed Tartar thieves did not enter.

"Don't listen to King Yue's false words and threats, don't do it quickly!" The cloaked man urged loudly.

The Tartar thief was hesitating, when he saw six horsemen galloping towards him on the east side, and the man who was the first one was dressed in red, and his long hair was scattered in the wind, and the shiny black waves were swaying in the wind.

Saihan? Haven't you left here? Zhu Qiming felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and he was faintly embarrassed, thinking that it was rare for him to put the sword on her second brother's neck, would he find himself desperate?

Saihan ran all the way to Zhu Qiming, hurriedly reined in his horse, looked at Zhu Qiming in a daze, the corners of his mouth moved, and tears flashed in his eyes, "You want to kill my second brother?" This question seemed to come from under the nine earths, with a chill from the underground springs.

"Don't get me wrong, Brother Boyan wanted to drink with this king, so this king invited him." Zhu Qiming quibbled, turned to the archers on the high ground and said: "Don't put away your bow and arrows quickly, don't hurt the two brothers and sisters of Boyan Timur!" ”

When the guards heard this, they immediately put away their bows and arrows, and the Tartars over there also unloaded the strength of their bows.

"I want to drink with His Highness, but His Highness ······ Is this please? With a sword around his neck, Boyan Timur couldn't move, so he could only roll his eyes and squint at Zhu Qiming.

"Oh, in a hurry, this king forgot to put away his sword, and there is no injured Brother Boyan, right?" Zhu Qiming returned the sword to the sheath, not without concern.

The man in the cloak beckoned to Saihan, "Princess, come back soon!" Turning to the surrounding Tartars, he said, "Do you see clearly?" King Yue didn't dare to hurt the general in the slightest, everyone rushed up to capture King Yue, if he met stubborn resistance, the sword was ruthless! ”

Saihan looked at the cloaked man with a stunned face and exclaimed, "Sir! Huo Ran pulled out his knife, "Whoever dares to act rashly, this princess will take his dog's head!" ”

"King Yue killed our Silver Sword Warrior!" A Tartar said in jerky Chinese.

Saihan frowned, "Have you killed fewer Ming people?" When is the time for retribution! ”

Hearing this, the Tartars collected their weapons one after another.

Boyan Timur's eyes widened blankly, "Haitai! You can ignore my life or death, but my sister is also here, and you are just clamoring vigorously, what does this mean! ”

The man in the cloak ripped off the cloak on his head, revealing his gray beard, and his pale face revealed the mystery of a master outside the world, but there was an ugly scar at the base of his ear, which made the whole face look full of disobedience.

"The general is so confused! What are you thinking about being rescued with just a moment of patience? King Yue is a big trouble for my Wara, and letting him go today is tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountain, and if you don't get it right, it will ruin the great affairs of the Taishi! ”

His name is Haitai? Zhu Qiming finally saw the true face of the man in the cloak, and his mood was slightly excited, but there was also a bit of disappointment. Thinking about Haitai's life experience and life story, perhaps, the scar on his face can be told on his behalf.

With a move in his heart, he suddenly let go of his hand and let Boyan Timur dismount and fall to the ground.

Boyan Timur did not leave, but fixed there, looking straight at Haitai in a daze, as if he was understanding Haitai's semantics.

Zhu Qiming felt that he should take the opportunity to add some material, so he raised his eyes and looked at Haitai coldly, "Is the big thing you said bigger than Brother Boyan's life?" Today, you can ignore the life and death of Brother Boyan for the sake of big things, and you can also ignore the life and death of the Taishi for the sake of big things in the future, to put it simply, the so-called big things are just your own big things, it's just trying to pull others to vent your personal anger for you! ”

If it is not my race, its heart will be different, and this statement is applicable everywhere! In the eyes of the Tartar thieves, Haitai is an outsider after all, so Zhu Qiming's words are nothing less than a thunderbolt, and the demonization of the heart is immediate.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Haitai's mouth began to tremble slightly, and then he quietly looked at Zhu Qiming for a moment, smiled sadly, and rode north alone.

On the vast plains, the slanting sun reflects a lonely figure that is gradually drifting away, and may also bury a painful past in the snowy region.

"Brother Boyan, are you going back, or are you going to find a place to drink with this king?" Seeing Saihan's dissatisfied gaze, Zhu Qiming immediately added: "Although Brother Boyan has experienced a hundred battles, he is a kind person after all, and this king will never hurt Brother Boyan in this life!" ”

Saihan's face softened slightly, "Second brother, you can't stay here for a long time, and the little sister will return with you." ”

The two brothers and sisters returned to the Tartar array, and Boyan Timur stepped on his war horse and waved his hand to signal his subordinates to withdraw.

"Brother Boyan, say goodbye today, I don't know when I will see you again, and when the spring flowers bloom next year, this king will order someone to send you fine wine, you might as well hand it over at the monolith castle."

Boyan Timur looked back at his horse, "How much does Your Highness plan to send?" ”

"One hundred altars."

Boyan Timur clasped his fists and saluted, and immediately the corners of his mouth grinned, and his face showed a childlike smile.

Saihan finally glanced back at Zhu Qiming, and the meaning in his eyes seemed to be about to say goodbye to the ninth world, deep grievances, endless attachments, and all kinds of reluctance, all in a hurried glance.