Outside the city of Kizil.

Night. It's dark and silent. There was no fire. There is no hoof sound. Far away in the sky. There seemed to be a floating dark cloud, wandering silently.

A torch burning at the head of the city. In the icy steppe night wind. The flame floated and swayed until it was slowly extinguished. The remaining *** is only two or three percent, the dim light shines on the city wall, condenses the head of the city, and the distance you can see is only a hundred zhang.

With the warriors into the palace. The atmosphere of revelry in the interior of Kizil has waned considerably. Although it is still singing and dancing. But the girls have gradually dispersed, and the streets that were originally crowded are crowded. It is gradually becoming sparse. It was the Turkic soldiers who defended the city that took advantage of the opportunity to carnival once a year. Holding a roasted leg of lamb in one hand and mare's milk wine in the other, he danced and sang excitedly. On a day of universal celebration such as the sheep holding conference, everyone is boiling with joy, and no one will blame them for being careless.

A small black dot wedged into the wall like a nail. Motionless. Look far away. It's like a gecko climbing a wall. In the dim light, no one noticed his existence.

Less than half a foot above his head. It is the battlement of the city wall, and a torch hangs diagonally. Before it was extinguished, the scent of mare's milk wine came with the wind with the singing of the Turks. The whole of Kizil fell into joy.

It is true that the individual combat effectiveness of the Turkic peoples is outstanding, but just as conspicuous as the combat power is their loose discipline and the looseness of the nomads, which is unobstructed in them. The Turkic royal court is located in the depths of the Alxa steppe, adjacent to the Altai Heavenly Danger. It can be described as the most stable rear of the Turkic Khanate. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Turks have conquered the south and the north and unified the steppe. There were no less than a thousand battles, large and small, but Kizil was the only one that never suffered any incursions. This made their nerves gradually numb.

"Whoosh," the lights dimmed. There seems to be a fresh breeze blowing. The torch went out. The gecko crouching on the wall, climbing the wall and hurrying. Silently jumped into the battlement. Hidden in the dark.

"Damn, why is it out again!?" A Hu man guard. He walked over with a wine burp and scolding, and the fire fold had not yet been lit. Hearing the crackling of his neck, his strong body slowly slumped.

Chief Gao took a deep breath and laid the corpse down in a dark corner, while several geckos silently landed beside him, and three feet away, four or five Turkic guards were pointing at the street with leg of lamb in their hands. Laughing unbridledly. I don't know which Turkic woman I fancied on, and they were on the side. It is the leading wall to the city tower.

Lao Gao shouted. The shining scimitar in his hand slashed hard, and several brothers behind him understood. Several people attacked at the same time. Rushed up like a tanuki.

The High Chieftain is the best. A few feet away in the blink of an eye, the movement was as fast as lightning, one left and one right pinched the necks of the two Hu people, and the two Turks on the side were frightened and were about to scream. But he felt that his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't shout anymore, so he looked down. The steel knife rested coldly on his neck, and blood gushed down his throat.

The two Dahua soldiers forced these people to hold on to the rock wall of the city wall. Hanging his head and making a drunken appearance, the guard at the other battlement looked in this direction a few times, and immediately laughed and cursed.

"The mechanism is over there!" Several people crouched down and let out a long sigh, a brother in charge of observation. Pointing to a large ground roulette wheel on top of the lead wall. He said in a low voice. The machine was about five or six feet away. It is concealed in a round stack. There is a parapet wall on all sides, guarded by dozens of Turks, and looking at the figure, it is obvious that it is the best of the Hu people, the heavy gate of Kizil. It's all pulled by this rope,

Counted the heads. There are a total of ten Hu people guarding the agency, and there are seven elite brothers by his side. Chief Gao bowed his head slightly, looking at the sky. Just as he was about to wave his hand, he suddenly heard a Turk shout: "Look." What's that?!"

The Turk's finger was directed toward the outside of the city. A large black cloud,

Silently approaching Kizil. Look at the distance, it's only a few miles away. The ground trembled slightly. but drowned in the carnival of the city.

"It's cavalry!" A leader of the Hu people with excellent eyesight and rich battle formations looked at it for a while, and suddenly exclaimed.

Before he could finish speaking, several frightened shouts suddenly sounded in the streets of Kizil: "Quick." Run. The horse is shocked!"

Two or three Turkic horses, covered in flames, screamed in pain and kept leaping. Running down the street. A few Hu people didn't have time to react. He was trampled under the feet of the horse. The flames instantly swept up the clothes and hair. A miserable wail rang out.

The Turks on the street came to their senses. Screaming and turning to flee, although they are the best horse trainers in the grassland, but in the face of such a crazy horse on fire, who dares to plunder its edge?

"Up!" Taking advantage of the fact that all the Hu people were stunned. Hu Bugui waved his hand violently, and seven heroes shot out like arrows. The Hu man who was guarding the agency heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and only then turned around. I saw the snow flying in front of me. An eerie broadsword. Straight to the head.

The screams erupted in the splash of blood, and when the Turks heard the reputation, they saw several masked black shadows smashing into the cardinal like wolves entering a flock of sheep, and the scimitars danced wildly, setting off a monstrous wave of blood.

"Kill!" It seemed to echo the high chieftain from afar, and the clouds that were slowly floating outside the city suddenly rolled up like the wild sand of the desert, and countless war horses, black, white, and yellow, converged into a surging torrent. With the momentum of the wind and clouds, it hit straight towards Kizil.

The knives are shining. In the earth-shattering sound of killing, Xu Zhen and Li Wuling were faced with countless young and angry faces. See it so clearly.

"Brothers, open the gates!!" Lao Gao slashed through the stubborn enemy around him with a knife, blood splashed on his face, he slammed the huge roulette handle, and several brothers behind him roared at the same time, and the heavy Kizil city gate "ah" sounded, revealing a thin gap.

Outside the city, in the city, and on the city. All three were attacked at the same time, and the Turks woke up from a dream. The leader of the Hu people in the panic roared: "The enemy is coming! Kill, kill them!!"

Thousands of Turkic soldiers frantically poured onto the city walls, and arrows rained down on the great Chinese who were rushing below the city. "Poof" and "poof" sounds, mixed with muffled sounds, dozens of Dahua soldiers tumbled and fell off their horses.

The dense arrows of the Hu people were blocked by most of the battlements around the roulette wheel, and the seven warriors in the city who held the roulette wheel. His eyes widened. At the same time, he yelled and pushed the mechanism hard, "squeak, squeak". The heavy stone door slowly pulled open.

Countless Turks frantically poured towards the battlements. All seven of them must be annihilated. At the same time, the city tower is under the ground Hu people. Wielding a scimitar, he was about to cut through the huge rope that was slowly pulling.

"Kill!" More than 20 Dahua soldiers who infiltrated the city with the Yue clan were facing them, and the two sides fought fiercely.

There are more and more people surrounding the battlements. The soldiers were all covered with blood, but the driving of the turntable became more and more difficult, and the city gate was pushed open a small crack half a shoulder-width apart, and they couldn't move a single bit, seeing that Xu Zhen and Li Wuling were about to kill under the city. Dozens of more brothers fell from their horses with arrows, and their eyes cracked in their eyes. Just as he was about to give up his life, he suddenly heard a woman's urgent voice from outside the city: "Get out of the way!"

A white shadow rushed over everyone like a meteor, shooting straight towards the city gate, and the crazy arrows of the Hu people seemed to fly like locusts. Rushed away with a whistling. The woman's figure did not stop, and the sword light in her hand swung rapidly, like thunderbolt and thunder. Straight to the gates.

"Boom!" The walls seemed to shake, and the gates were cracked heavily. Rubble flew in the sky, dust filled the sky, and the gate on the left swayed. Crashed to the ground.

In that tremendous impact. Masked woman in white. The figure froze suddenly. There was an imperceptible snort from his mouth. Ejected like electricity, he staggered a few steps when he landed. The crisp chest gasped sharply.

How heavy the gates of Kizil are. Who can break it to pieces by one man? This blow was like a stone breaking through the sky, shaking everyone's hearts

Only one gate fell. The passage to Kizil is completely open.

"Brothers, rush with me and fight into Kizil. Capture the Turkic Khan alive!!" How could Xu Zhen and Li Wuling give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Their faces flushed with excitement. Braving the boundless rain of arrows, Qi Qi roared angrily and struggled to lift the reins of the horse, and the horse almost flew into the air, brushing over the rubble everywhere, and rushing straight into the Turkic royal court!

The Dahua Iron Rider who followed behind them seemed to be surging fiercely. The ground slammed open the remaining broken gates, and the flood swept in. That invincible momentum. Even the fierce Turks are fearful!

The boundless rain of arrows rolled down, and the Dahua knights running under the city kept falling off their horses, but more people rushed in instantly. Entered Kizilti Street. There is no point in guarding the castle tower empty. The Turks quickly turned around. Pouring down the walls. In a vain attempt to intercept the Chinese in the alleys.

"I knew that Brother Lin must have a backhand!!" In his excitement, the high chief flew up and kicked the bulky roulette wheel. Leap up and jump on the high battlement. The bloodied scimitar in his hand swung vigorously. Howling like a wolf: "This is the royal court of the Turkic land!" Brothers. Close your eyes and slash hard. We only make money, we don't lose money!"

Just now it was still the street where Yingge and Yan danced, and it instantly turned into a sea of blood. Forty or fifty fire-lit horses galloped wildly in front of them, like spinning wheels. Whoever comes near. Either trampled or burned, frantically poured into the Dahua cavalry. Follow behind the Fire Horse. With the speed of the wind, the Turks who had gathered to resist were dispersed and merged into an uninterrupted torrent. This was the trick that the Turks were best at using when they conquered the city of Dahua, and today it was returned by the Dahua people intact.

"Chirp!" An arrow pierced the sky outside the city. Colorful fireworks bloom.

All the Turks in the main hall were startled at the same time, and they had not yet come to their senses. Suddenly, a loud "bang" was heard, and the fire frame hanging sheep in the field was toppled at the same time, and the people of the Yue clan held scimitars in their hands, as if they were surging wolves. Rushing towards the throne, the Turkic princes on the throne had no time to react, they were already put on the neck by the steel knife, and if they resisted slightly, they were immediately killed by the Yue clan mercilessly. Blood splattered. The people in the lower place panicked, but the warriors who were holding the sheep reacted the fastest and rushed up.

"Salmu, be careful!!" The Great Khan of the Golden Knife exclaimed bitterly. The scimitar in his hand burst out of its sheath in an instant. With a brush, it splits out in the wind. At the same time, the jade hand stretched out. I'm going to pull the little Khan.

"Dang," Jin Ge slashed a piercing screech, and the dumb man stabbed him. He stopped in front of her, his eyes blazing. stared at her fiercely.

Still with that bright eyes. But it's a world of difference! Yujia's spirit was in a daze, and the words she had spoken to him a moment ago were still in her ears, and her heart seemed to be suffocated. I lost my consciousness in pain.

"You're not dumb, who are you! Why are you lying to me?" She muttered to him, her eyes glazed over. Suddenly he roared angrily: "No matter who you are, I will kill you." Kill you!!"

"When", "When", "When". Her eyes widened as if she had gone mad. Hold a knife in both hands. Hit three shots in an instant, and the memory is exquisite. The sword did not leave his vital point, when he was a prisoner in the past. This girl hides herself very well, she is not only skilled in archery. The knife technique is also extremely ruthless.

Lin Wanrong took a step back. Hold her stab at her heart. The face is expressionless. His eyes were cold.

"Kill!" The crescent moon suddenly screamed, and the slender five fingers were as fast as lightning, slashing towards his face.

This crazy mustang! Lin Wanrong was finally enraged. "Ahh Yuga snorted in pain. Shrink back.

Lin Wanrong stepped forward. The big knife in his hand slashed at her head. "Ding", Yujia tried his best to hold his blade

"You must know who I am, right?!" Lin Wanrong tore off the mask on her head and threw it out, "Okay! Then it's up to me. You look at me!! - If you recognize me, I'll let you kill me today! You recognize. You're quick to admit it!" The sword that pressed Qianjun fiercely pushed Yujia into the corner. His eyes widened. Almost roaring. Panting and slapping in the face of Yuga, it fluttered.

Wearing this bullshit mask, suffocating people to death, this relief, he suddenly let out a long breath, indescribably relaxed.

"Lin, Lin San-" Zhao Kangning hid under the table. His face turned pale. Murmuring his name.

"Fuck you off!" Hu Bugui slashed open the table with a knife. Spouting and scolding, the little prince obediently retracted his head.

Yuga shook his head vigorously. Eyes widened. Glued to his cheek. She didn't dare to move, the atmosphere seemed to freeze, doubt, hesitation, helplessness, sadness****** and in an instant, countless brilliance floated through her eyes.

There was silence for a long time. Her body trembled slightly, and a faint xenon and argon rose in her eyes. The small hand holding the golden knife unconsciously stretched forward, but stopped for a moment. She lowered her eyelids slightly and said softly, "Can you tell me." Am I a good guy or a bad guy in oblivion?!"

"I don't have the time to answer your question!" Lin Wanrong threw her away with a cold face. Turn around and go!

"I'll kill you despicable man!" Behind him, Yujia drank violently, and the golden knife brush in his hand brought a cold wind and slashed straight at the back of his head.

"Ding!" Lin Wanrong turned around and hit, and the two knives were together. Crescent Moon held the scimitar in both hands. Teeth chattered, staring at him. I'd rather die than take a step back. The two faced each other. The cold blade scraped on his face and hurt rawly.

A trace of red blood soaked his lips, and Yujia looked at the crescent-like shallow marks on his hands, and burst into tears.

"Sister-" A crisp child's voice with horror suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Salmu!" Yuga was shocked. Use all your strength. Picking up Lin Wanrong's big knife, at the same time, his body was as fast as lightning, and he rushed straight towards the little khan.

"Yuga Great Khan. Please calm down. Hu Bugui stepped on Tusozo's stomach. In the other hand, with a glossy scimitar, it rested on Salmu's neck.

Yujia hurriedly peeled off. A flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes: "What are you going to do?" Whoever dares to hurt Salmu. I made him regret being a man for the rest of his life!"

"Sister, Salmu is not afraid. Kill them, kill them!" Little Khan raised his head and screamed, tears beginning to roll in his eyes.

At this time, the situation in the main hall. But earth-shaking changes have taken place, although there are only a dozen people in Dahua, they are prepared and caught off guard. More than twenty princes sat at the top. In addition to those who were hacked on the spot, there were less than twenty people left. It has all fallen into their hands, even the little Khan Salmu.

And the Turkic guards who swarmed behind Yujia surrounded the Great Chinese again.

"You, why don't you speak?!" Yuga gritted her teeth and pointed at the mute. Sharply asked.

Listen to the rumbling of hooves outside the palace gate. Lin Wanrong sighed slightly: "At this time, it is more appropriate for the knife to speak. ”

"Feast on the Great Khan, big things are not good. The city was broken. The Great Chinese have entered the palace. He didn't say anything. A Turkic guard burst in breathlessly, and the sound of knives at the gate of the palace was heard so clearly.

A bleak look flashed across the face of the Great Khan of the Golden Knife. looked at Lin Wanrong and said quietly: "Do you think you can win me like this?" Don't forget. Kizil has 20,000 elites. And my innumerable people, who are coming from all directions, and you will not be able to escape!"

"It doesn't matter to me how many elites there are." Lin Wanrong smiled coldly: "Blood, fire, fear." What the Turks once gave us, I certainly hope that you will be able to taste it yourself. ”

"Kill!" The sound of hooves was like a rapid raindrop. Xu Zhen and Gao Chieftain spoke excitedly and heroically. In front of him, countless Dahua cavalry swept in like a violent wind.

Yujia's eyes were cold, and the golden knife waved. The archers who had been waiting outside the hall fired in unison, and the dense rain of arrows was like flying locusts. Shoot straight at the cavalry. The screams were endless.

In the final battle, there is no shortcut, whoever is more ruthless will win. Lin Wanrong gritted her teeth and said nothing. Yujia clenched his fists. Their eyes met in the air, but they quickly turned their heads away.

"Feast Great Khan, 10,000 wolf riders have arrived from the back door, and they will arrive in a moment!"

Yuga nodded, and glanced up at the mute man, but saw that his eyelids were drooping and indifferent, and he didn't seem to be the slightest bit afraid, and suddenly remembered that he couldn't understand the Turkic language.

That's just a little bit of happiness. Instead, he was told to enjoy it, and the Great Khan bowed his head. Sometimes hateful in his eyes, sometimes gentle. Unconsciously. Tears fell down her cheeks.

Hu Bugui was in a hurry, and they broke into the palace alone. Even the little khan was captured, if he couldn't take it out, wouldn't it be a big pity? It's just that at this moment, there are more prisoners in their hands than their own, otherwise they would have pledged the prisoners of war to kill them.

The shouting and killing sound was so anxious that he couldn't wait, Lao Hu let go of his throat and shouted: "Lao Gao, hurry up, the crescent moon promised to warm General Lin's bed!"

"Whew!" The High Chief roared. Braving the dense rain of arrows, he and hundreds of horsemen behind him rushed into the Turkic camp like lightning, waving their blades. Bloody rain everywhere.

Meanwhile. Behind the main hall, the thunderous sound of hooves rang out. Tens of thousands of Turkic horsemen came in a storm. Looking at the momentum, it is much stronger than that of the Great Chinese people. Both armies marched at the same time. I just don't know who can be the first to enter the main hall.

"General Lin—" Xu Zhen's roar rushed in with the sound of a knife. The Dahua cavalry entered in blood, and almost at the same moment, the wooden door of the palace was smashed open, and the Turkic heavy cavalry rushed in like a wind, protecting Yujia behind.

"Dumb i, you're surrounded!" The Golden Knife Khan said lightly.

"Contrary to what you think," pointing to the Turkic elite around him, he shook his head with a dumb smile: "I think." It's never been safer than it is now!"