Yuwen Xiaobo couldn't believe that he was not killed by Wu Sangui, but died in the hands of his own people, and the person who killed behind him turned out to be Yang Jian, who had always been respectful to him. At the end of his life, Yuwen Xiaobo's mind was unprecedentedly clear, he thought of the rumors of the past and the present, and thought of Wang Liang's repeated suggestions to Emperor Wu of Zhou, Yuwen Yong.

Yang Jian has a different heart, and he will rebel in the future.

Today's Northern Zhou talents are withering, the dynasty is chaotic, and Yang Jian killing him is nothing more than weakening the power of the Yuwen clan and seeking military power. Thinking that Yuwenyun pampered Zheng Yi, he trusted Yang Jian very much, and when the time was ripe, I am afraid that it would be the time for Yang Jian to replace Yuwenyun.

"Marshal, what's wrong with you? Crossbow arrows, damn Qi people, really despicable and shameless! Marshal, you hold on, you must hold on! ”

Looking at Yang Jian's grief-stricken, worried, and indignant eyes, Yuwen Xiaobo suddenly wanted to laugh, whether to laugh at his unknown acquaintance, or at the ill-fated nature of Northern Zhou, or both.

"Marshal, marshal! Happy dog thief, I, Yang Jian, are inseparable from you, if I don't kill you in this life, I will not be a man! ”

At this time, the Zhou army was running for their lives, where did they notice Yang Jian's movements, and Yang Jian was riding a war horse, much faster than others, until they heard Yang Jian's sad roar, they didn't know that Yuwen Xiaobo had an accident.

The last trace of brilliance in Yuwen Xiaobo's eyes slowly dissipated, there was no hatred, no resentment, and some were actually relief.

Maybe he had long understood Yu Wenyun's suspicion of him, maybe he knew very well the end that awaited him after returning to the Northern Zhou Dynasty after two defeats, and now he died on the battlefield, although he died in the hands of Yang Jian, a despicable villain, but he was still a hero worthy of admiration in the hearts of the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and he would also save his family from disaster.

"Yang Jian, do you still want to run?" After chasing for a whole day, until he crossed the border of Zhou State, Wu Sangui still pursued Yang Jian, and his cold voice was like a death knell in Yang Jian's heart, making him both afraid and angry.

The soldiers around him have long been scattered by the Qi army, and now there are only three or four hundred people left, and everyone is hungry, tired, and depressed, looking at Wu Sangui and a thousand Qi troops behind them, their faces are full of fear.

"This is the territory of my Great Zhou, you dare to chase after me, you really don't know whether you are alive or dead!" Yang Jian looked at Wu Sangui viciously, his hair was scattered, and his distorted face was extremely hideous.

"Are you waiting for reinforcements?" Wu Sangui smiled nonchalantly: "Even if you have reinforcements coming, this time is enough for me to kill you ten times!" ”

As he spoke, Wu Sangui glanced at the remaining hundreds of Zhou troops, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even thicker: "Do you want to choose the way of life or the way of death?" ”

Everyone's hearts tightened, and many people looked at Wu Sangui's eyes wandering, and their breathing became very rapid after a pause.

Yang Jian furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice: "Soldiers, now that we have returned to the territory of the Great Zhou, as long as we hold on for a while, reinforcements will come, and we will be able to go home safely at that time!" If we surrender to the Qi State and the emperor investigates it, I am afraid that the whole family will suffer a catastrophe, you have to think clearly! ”

Wu Sangui said lightly: "If you are unwilling to surrender, there is another way to live!" ”

Hearing Wu Sangui say this, everyone couldn't help but look at him, and many people's eyes appeared eagerly. It is true that he can survive surrendering, but what Yang Jian said is true, if Yu Wenyun is furious, his wife and children will be harmed at that time.

"Yang Jian, if you want to live, kill everyone around you!" As he spoke, Wu Sangui looked at the other Zhou Jun, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of coldness: "If you want to live, kill Yang Jian." I'll only give you ten breaths of effort, if you don't want to do it, then don't blame me for being ruthless! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone gasped and looked shocked. Wu Sangui's plan is really vicious, this is to force everyone to kill each other. If Yang Jian takes the lead, it will inevitably chill the soldiers, and they will turn against him, if he doesn't do it, he will likely be killed by someone with a knife, no matter which choice, he will fall into passivity.

Everyone was silent, and the field suddenly fell silent, except for the suppressed breathing.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

……

With the sound of Wu Sangui's counting, whether it was Yang Jian or the other Zhou soldiers, their breathing became significantly heavier and faster, but Wu Sangui's face was full of smiles, and his cold eyes were like hunters looking at their prey, full of banter.

"Seven!"

"Six!"

"Five!"

When the count reached "five", the special forces behind Wu Sangui suddenly raised their blades and were ready to attack, as long as the Zhou army did not act according to Wu Sangui's wishes, they would definitely rush up and kill them all.

In the hands of these guys with bloody hands, Mo said that the Zhou army only had hundreds of tired soldiers, even if it was ten times more, they still didn't pay attention to it.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"Do it!"

Just as Wu Sangui was about to count the last number, Yang Jian couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly roared, and the spear in his hand suddenly stabbed at a nearby Zhou sergeant, and before the latter could react, the spear pierced his throat. With his roar, dozens of these hundreds of people swung their swords at the people beside them.

"Yang Jian is unkind, don't blame us for being unjust! If you don't want to die, go up together and kill Yang Jian! ”

Yang Jian took the initiative to completely destroy the last trace of luck in the hearts of the soldiers of Zhou, and in order to survive, they also burst out all their strength and fiercely slaughtered Yang Jian and his cronies.

A tragic melee began, blood splashed, and screams were repeated, but Wu Sangui and his party were fearless on the side, and even a little interested.

"People are coming? So fast! Withdrawal! Suddenly, Wu Sangui frowned, glanced in the direction of Xunzhou, and said in a deep voice.

One of the leaders looked at Wu Sangui in some surprise, and really didn't understand why he wanted to do this: "Captain, the reinforcements of the Zhou army are still wronged, why don't we kill them all, wouldn't it be clean!" ”

Wu Sangui's eyes flashed, and he finally shook his head and said lightly: "Execute the order!" After saying that, he turned his horse's head and ran in the direction of Qi Guo. Although the special forces behind him were puzzled, they did not dare to hesitate, followed his footsteps, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but no one paid attention to the Zhou army who was fighting.

It was not difficult for Wu Sangui to kill Yang Jian, but he couldn't do it. Gao Xing once told him that if Yang Jian was killed in the chaos, he would be killed, and if he could escape back to Zhou, then let him live.

Wu Sangui knew that Xing Xing did this for Yang Lihua, he couldn't kill Yang Jian, but he could cause trouble for him, and even ruin his reputation.

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"Turkic bastards, get out of here!" Uta immediately crossed his sword, looked at the Turkic royal court hundreds of meters away, and shouted.

The Turkic tent is located in the Dujin Mountain, far from being as simple as the Khitan king's tent, but a city built of earth and stone, although the scale is much worse than the city of the Central Plains, and the city wall looks very low and thin, but in this endless grassland, the establishment of such a city does not know how much effort it takes, which also shows that the Turkic domination of the entire grassland is indeed justified.

Even after following Dahe Chucai, Uta had seen the prosperity of the Central Plains, but his eyes were still hot when he looked at the stone city in front of him. He was dressed in Turkic clothing, but the words he shouted were in Khitan.

"Who dares to go to my Turkic royal court to spread wilderness, I really don't know whether to live or die!" The German guards in Stone City had previously discovered Uta and a group of 3,000 people, but they thought that it was their own talent guards who showed hostility, and when they heard Uta in Khitan, they were immediately furious, and there was a bang, and the city gate opened, and nearly 5,000 Turkic cavalry rode out on horseback, looking murderous.

Uta was not afraid, and said loudly with an arrogant face: "This earth city is good, my Khitan Dahe King has taken a fancy to it, and orders you to surrender the city as soon as possible, otherwise my Khitan warriors will kill you in the city, and you will be killed!" ”

"It's so rampant!" The Turkic leader laughed angrily, with a cruel smile on his face, stared fiercely at Uta and the three thousand knights behind him, and roared angrily: "Turkic warriors, these lowly pariahs dare to provoke our great Turkic Khanate, and even want to invade our holy land, tell me, are you willing?" ”

"I don't want to!"

"What are we supposed to do?"

"Kill them, not one of them will be left!"

The five thousand Turkic cavalry suddenly boiled, and their eyes were red, like that mad beast, and their bodies were full of evil energy. These Turks who remained in the Turkic tent were all elite, warlike and murderous, and in their eyes, Uta and his party were no different from the four of them.

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! ”

Following the leader's order, five thousand Turkic cavalry suddenly swung their swords and rushed towards the three thousand Khitan knights. There was no formation, just an indomitable charge, and in their opinion, no one in the world could withstand the charge of the Turkic iron cavalry.

Uta's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand violently and roared, "Release the arrow!" ”

In the shrill whistling, three thousand arrows were dense like rain, shooting across the sky towards the rushing Turks, and at the same time, a blood-colored golden wolf flag was suddenly erected, hunting in the wind, exuding a thick evil aura.

With some calculations or not, coupled with the archery skills of the Khitans and the bows and arrows provided by the Khitans, hundreds of Turks were suddenly shot off their horses and trampled into flesh by their compatriots behind them, and many more were shot by arrows but not fatal, they roared like wild beasts, and rushed towards Uta even more fiercely.

"Withdraw!"

Contrary to the expectations of the Turks, Uta turned around and ran, without the slightest intention of fighting with the Turks, and judging the two of them with Fang Cai's rampantness.

The Turkic leader hesitated slightly, but the anger in his heart overwhelmed everything, and in the Turkic territory, he obviously didn't think that the three thousand Khitans could set off any wind. What's more, if he doesn't pursue and kill those Khitans, what will be the majesty of the Turkic Khanate.