The Hu people gathered more and more, and the Turks continued to drive horses from all directions, crowding people, like layers of advancing dark clouds, covering the entire steppe.

The Dahua soldiers gathered silently, back to back, slowly moving their steps, like a solid ring that was tightly connected. They held their heads high, clenched their long knives, covered in blood and gunsmoke. Facing the Hu people who were dozens of times their own, no one was afraid, and their eyes were full of pride.

"Lin San, you better surrender, the Turks are not easy to mess with." A noisy voice came, and the little prince Zhao Kangning was caught in Xu Zhen's hands and shouted loudly.

Li Wuling rushed over, smashed the scabbard on the mouth of the little prince, and said angrily: "Selling ancestors for glory, how did we Dahua produce a scum like you?" ”

Looking at Zhao Kangning's mouth full of blood and teeth, and the howl like killing pigs, he felt a burst of joy in his heart, and said with a grin: "Now you understand, we Chinese people are not easy to mess with!" ”

The more than twenty captured Turkic princes looked at him with wide eyes, their faces full of murderous aura, and Salmu gritted his teeth even more. The right king Tusuozzo, who was punched by him, has not woken up yet, otherwise he would definitely rush up and fight him. The royal court was breached, and all the elites were captured, which was unprecedented in Turkic history.

He looked back at the warrior behind him, his young cheeks were full of pride and tragedy, and everyone looked at him silently, their eyes full of determination and unyielding.

"Brush," his blood boiled, he pulled out his sword sharply, and shouted angrily: "Under the city of Kizil." It's where our bones are buried! Brothers. Are you afraid? ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! All the great Chinese people waved the long knives in their hands, and with a neat and mournful sound of knives, they could best answer. An excited and tragic horn. The earth trembled in an instant.

Lin Wanrong immediately slashed, and her black face flashed with a murderous aura: "Dahua is a good son." I'd rather die standing than live on my knees! Let the royal court of the Turks become our glory for life!! ”

His sonorous voice, like a bell and drum, echoed in everyone's ears. Magnificent. All the soldiers had tears in their eyes, and in this pile of people in the mountains and fields, none of them had the heart to survive.

A round of spraying red sun, struggling to jump out from the end of the grassland. The brilliant morning glow reflected the sky red and shone on their faces. Countless black pupils glow in the gentle morning light.

The surrounding Turks, listening to the horn of the Great Chinese, approached silently. Gather them in the middle. Seen from the sky, the endless number of human heads and black horses, like wriggling black dots, formed a slow-moving, huge black circle. 50,000 horses galloped at the same time. The roar fell in the ears. It's like rolling spring thunder.

A golden dragon flag fluttered high, and there were only thousands of remnants of Dahua. It is like the firmest center of the circle, standing tall and unmoving. The ferocity on the faces of the Hu people is clearly visible, they are advancing step by step, not slowly, people and horses breathing, like a silkworm house on a spring night, rustling.

At a distance of several hundred zhang, the Turks slowly stopped. A golden tent slowly rose in the Chinese army. The Great Turkic Khan carries a golden bow and arrows. Standing on the lookout, his eyes were silent. Beautiful cheeks, shining with a faint golden light.

"I'll say it one last time." Yujia's face was expressionless, and his eyes were like electricity. The crisp voice, unhurried, echoed in front of the two armies: "Dahuaren, leave Salmu, I'll let you go!" ”

There was silence in the Dahua array, and more than 20 Turkic princes, along with Salmu, were pushed to the front of the battle. They had strips of cloth stuffed in their mouths, their eyes covered with black cloth, and they kept struggling and twisting, and the snow-white light of the knife slashed across their necks from time to time.

Lin Wanrong's cold voice came clearly: "I also said the last time." Great Khan, put your wisdom on the table in the coming place. It is not a smart person to challenge my patience at this time! ”

Yuga's cheeks were cold, his eyes were lowered, and he was silent. The empty grassland, except for the gentle sneezing of the war horse, could not hear a single sound, and the silence was like a powder keg that could be ignited at any time.

The sky gradually darkened, the sky was full of haze, and the red sun had already been covered, and the grassland was covered with dark clouds and a gentle breeze, and it became gloomy in an instant. The weather at the end of May was already hot, but today the air seemed to be a little abnormal, and the breeze was mixed with a bitter chill, Lao Gao looked at the sky, shook his head and sighed: "It seems to be raining!" ”

Lin Wanrong's face was silent, and a cold light like electricity shot out of her eyes: "Brother Hu, Lao Gao, you remember." No matter what happens, as long as Yuga hesitates a little, you will lead your brothers, take Salmu, and leave immediately! There may only be one chance, so don't delay anything! As long as you pass the Yujia level, the grassland will be flat all the way, with Salmu and Tusozo in your hands, and the rest of the Hu people, no one will dare to touch a single hair of your hair - have you remembered?! ”

His solemn look was something he hadn't had for a long time, and Chief Hu Bugui hurriedly clenched his fists: "The last general will obey the order!" ”

Li Wuling thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Brother Lin, what about you?!" ”

"Me?! Lin Wanrong nodded and smiled: "If you have the chance, of course I will go with you!" You know, I'm scared of death! ”

At such a tense time, General Lin could still make such a joke, and everyone laughed out loud. Only the silent Ning Yuxi seemed to feel something, and gently pulled his hand, the thief's palm was wet and full of sweat.

The Great Khan of the Golden Knife, who had been silent for a long time, slowly floated over in a faint voice: "This is your own choice for the Great Chinese, you can't blame anyone!" Warriors, prepare to attack! ”

"Roar-" The Turkic man, who was still silent just now, instantly neighed and burst out into a wolf-like howl, and the scimitar in his hand flashed with cold light. The horse's hooves swirled back and forth, and the earth shook in an instant.

"Brothers, prepare—" Rong yelled.

All the soldiers opened their eyes angrily, their swords were unsheathed, and the tragic bloody storm was coming, even the usually elegant Fairy Ning couldn't help but clench it

Sword.

"Dumb. You forced me! ”

"I've never pushed myself!"

The beautiful eyes of the Golden Knife Great Khan were instantly moist, her silver teeth were gritted, and the golden knife in her hand was raised. Suddenly, he waved down vigorously: "Warriors." For the glory of the steppe. Kill—"

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"Kill—" The earth shook and the mountains shook. The dust and smoke kicked up by countless Turkic horses shrouded the steppe in an instant. The Hu people seemed to be rolling mud and sand. The surging roar came. Like a fierce pack of wolves, rushing towards the prey they have coveted for a long time.

"Our blood. It's the Great Wall of Dahuadi! Kill—" the mute roared angrily. And the Great Khan drank coquettishly, while echoing in the steppe. The Great Chinese and Turkic people boiled instantly. Two torrents, one large and one small, surging wildly in the meadow.

Lin Wanrong waved her hand. Hu Bugui's eyes were blood-red. Step forward. Two bangs. Blood rushed into the sky like pillars, and the two Turkic princes, who had lost their heads, fell to the ground with a thud. At the same time, hundreds of Chinese soldiers. Excitement and tragedy flashed in his eyes. It's like a big net that has suddenly been cast. Electricity shoots out.

In a moment. The two rushing torrents collided violently. "Wow". The sound of screeching knives rang out. With the neighing of the war horses and the howling of the soldiers. The fluffy blood mist is like a flower that blooms in an instant. Stained the steppe red.

In the bloody wind and rain, Dahua is the most elite. With the most elite of the Hu people. Finally, there was a most tragic head-to-head confrontation.

It was an asymmetrical battle. In the face of ten times the number of Hu people, survival is no longer a matter of consideration. Every time you kill someone, you earn land. In this desperate situation where the heart of death was embraced, all the Dahua soldiers instantly burst out with huge energy, and they were one against ten. Brave as a tiger. Bloody. The young bodies fell one by one. Lying beside them are countless Hu people!

Bloodlight blinded his eyes. Hatred covers the steppe. There was fire everywhere, and blood everywhere.

The jade golden knife swung quickly. The attacks are like a tidal wave, and there is no stopping for a moment. Countless people have followed one after another, as if they are surging everywhere. They want to use their powerful combat power to crush the Great Chinese.

The horses screamed mournfully. In the boundless killing, the soldiers on both sides fell. The Great Chinese people are one less, but the Hu people are like endless seawater, quickly washing away the bloodstains left before, and making a comeback.

The Golden Knife Great Khan attacked three waves in a row without any interruption, and Hu Bugui was covered with blood, and he had already killed eight captives in one breath without stopping. Eight bloody human heads were scattered at his feet, not only Zhao Kangning's face was bloodless with fright, but the immature little khan was also pale and his lips were constantly trembling.

These are the most elite of the Turks, and in the eyes of anyone, they have to be scrupulous. It's just that Yujia seems to be crazy, directing the Hu people to charge and strangle, without frowning.

As the Great Khan of the Turks, it is absolutely impossible for Yujia to ignore the feelings of the tribes and insist on letting all these Turkic elites become the souls of the great Chinese people, not to mention her own brother and future master of the steppe.

It's a ruthless tactic, and it's a gamble. With each wave of her attacks, the Great Chinese would mercilessly kill the captives. And what Yujia gambled on was that he was more ruthless than the big Chinese people, and he wanted to force the big Chinese people to collapse first! Only then will she have a chance to save Salmu.

Although Yujia has an absolute advantage, the pressure in her heart is far better than that of the Chinese people, and this is a battle that no one can afford to lose.

There were fewer and fewer prisoners in Hu Bugui's hands, and the remaining dozen or so were also pressed to their knees on the grass one by one, including Salmu. Looking at the little khan's immature body trembling in the wind, the big khan's face was pale and his body trembled. The mute's eyes were blood-red, and there was a feeling of suffocation in his heart that was almost shattered.

"Kill!" In the bloody light in the sky, the two of them glanced at each other, and the tears in each other's eyes were clearly visible, but they suddenly exploded at the same time like two powder kegs, and two roars shook the earth. The two horses, like thunderbolts, cut through the grassland, and the two bosses went crazy and roared towards each other. At this moment, only the sound of killing can make them forget everything.

Countless Turks and Chinese people followed behind them, and the dust and smoke of the steppe were intertwined with the light of fire.

Swords and guns rang out, and the blood mist was fluffy. The grass was gone, and the eyes were red. There were people everywhere, and you could hear the crescent moon's crazy roar, but you couldn't see where she was.

Lin Wanrong's eyes were scarning, a knife was as fast as a knife, and one by one Hu people fell beside him, and their arms were numb.

"Oh!" The high chief who followed behind him snorted, and the arrow had been shot by a stray arrow, and blood was rolling. Xu Zhen's arm was also hung with color, and the youngest Li Wuling was closely guarding the two of them. The broadswords have been curled.

The dumb man stabbed hard, deep into the body of the Hu man opposite, and watched his opponent fall down with a wail. All he saw was red. Blurred eyes. Mind numbness. At this moment, no one can wake up.

"Thief!" Fairy Ning just provoked the enemies around him. Look up. Suddenly, I saw the Hu people approaching the thief like a mountain, and the cold sword light of the Turks was all around. It slashed like lightning. She was anxious. With a sharp scream, his body flew out like a match. The sword slashed two bolts of lightning in the air.

With a loud bang, forty or fifty Hu people flew out upside down with their war horses. Stumps and severed arms flew around. Ning Yuxi's face turned pale. Crisp chest panting. Leaping to his side: "Little thief." How are you?! ”

"I'm fine!" Lin Wanrong took a hard breath, shook her head to wipe the blood off her face, and grinned: "The crescent moon is so ruthless, she almost caught up with me!" Sister. We're just going to die here! ”

The fairy's eyes were full of tears. Erase the blood from his hair. Softly said, "Don't be afraid." You are my little thief. We are all together in life and death. ”

"Kill the enchantress! Kill her! The Golden Knife Great Khan's eyes flashed with boundless anger. Silver Fang creaked. The golden knife in his hand waved, pointing at Ning Yuxi.

The blade glowed with a cold glow. Countless people from the earth were pressed towards Fairy Ning.

Ning Yuxi snorted and stood up. Swords flutter through the air. Draw out several streaks of silver light. The sharp cold wind was as fast as thunderbolt and lightning. Dust

Blood was everywhere. Countless Hu people have different heads.

But the Turks were constantly slashing and slaughtering, and there were countless of them. The boundless rain of arrows was dense, with a terrible roar, aiming at the fairy in the air, and shooting fast. The sound of knives and wind mingled. Rivers of blood.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Hu Bugui's eyes cracked, and he rushed into the group of captives, without blinking, the big knife was as fast as lightning, and he slashed four people in one breath, blood splattered, covering his eyes.

The youngest captive, pinned to the ground by the wolf-like Chinese, struggled and trembled, and could faintly hear a soft whimper.

No matter whose son it is, he is first and foremost a child of five or six years old, and it is innate to be afraid in front of the blood-colored sword, and he can't be suppressed.

Looking at the blood-dripping scimitar in Hu Bugui's hand, Yujia's body trembled rapidly, his face was pale, his silver teeth sank deep into his red lips, and blood slowly overflowed one by one.

"Salmu-" Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, tears flowed slowly, she stood up gently, and suddenly weakened.

Hearing this call, Lin Wanrong raised his head, and in Yujia's tearful eyes, the heartbreaking weakness and hesitation swept across his eyes like lightning.

He was suffocated, his nose was sour, and he forced himself to turn his head. It's just that such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity could not be missed, he struggled to yell: "Lao Hu, Lao Gao, go, go!" ”

He slashed through the Hu people around him with a knife, but the Turks surged up like a tide, and although the attack was reduced, the crowd was like ants, densely entangled with him. The fairy protected the thief's side, and the sword light swung rapidly, and the beads of sweat had firmly stained the silk yarn on his cheeks.

"General, let's go together!" The Gao chieftain split the surrounding Hu people, hugged each other urgently, and drank hard.

Looking at Salmu, and then at those blood-soaked Chinese people, Yujia clenched his silver teeth and his eyes changed rapidly.

There are several times in life when you have such an opportunity, and if you miss it, you can't do it again! Farewell, Yuga!

Lin Wanrong took Ning Yu's small hand and said loudly: "Sister, let's go!" ”

All the Dahua soldiers turned their horses' heads in unison, braving the rain of arrows and galloping. Salmu's young body kept struggling in Hu Bugui's hands, Yujia's eyes were moist, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, not knowing whether to raise or put it down.

Without the order of the Great Khan, the Turks were at a loss, their offensive was sharply reduced, and they were killed by the Great Chinese in an instant.

Hu Bugui took the lead, and the remnants of the army were like a surging dragon, breaking through the encirclement of the Hu people, dragging their tails, and rushing out. No one could stop them from going home.

At the end, the dense rain of arrows behind him shot like locusts, although he fled in embarrassment, his spirit was much more relaxed, he walked side by side with the fairy, galloped quickly, panted and said: "Sister fairy, we are finally going home!" ”

Ning Yuxi nodded slightly, but she couldn't hold back any longer, she coughed violently, her face was pale, and a faint wisp of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth, echoing her crystal skin, shocking.

"Sister!" Lin Wanrong was shocked. Gu can't be densely behind (zzz Chinese network, computer access updates the fastest) rain of arrows. Hurriedly reached out to pull her.

The fairy ran around day after day. The old illness has not been cured, and today he is by his side to save his life and fight thousands of troops, which consumes a lot of money. I'm physically and mentally exhausted. Her face turned pale. Looking at the thief, he smiled slightly: "I'm fine, I'm just weak." Little thief, I feel a little uneasy in my heart. It's like being followed. I'm afraid that today's business is not over yet. Don't. God is really going to punish me?! ”

The thief burst into tears and said loudly, "No, we'll go home soon." All the punishments are coming at me, and it has nothing to do with my sister! ”

The fairy shook his head slightly, and before he could speak, he suddenly noticed the Hu man behind him. The sound of horses' hooves is like spring thunder. It intensified in an instant, as if there was a thunderbolt. Flooded after him. The Great Khan of the Golden Knife at the forefront of the run, holding a curved bow in his hand. His eyes were cold and firm, and the tears on his cheeks were still fresh.

With this force of the Turks, the dense arrows instantly intensified several times. It seems to be a cold rain that is flying fast. The horses of the Turks were far superior to those of the Dahua soldiers, and they were in hot pursuit on all sides to close the encirclement. Ahh The Dahua soldiers who were attached to the tail fell one after another. In an instant, there were fifty or sixty fewer people.

Lin Wanrong's eyes cracked, and she stabbed back. And he beheaded the Turks who had come up after him. It's just that the number of Hu people is huge, and the war horses are fine, and in an instant, hundreds of people have surpassed him, and the encirclement that has broken through. It looks like it's about to be cut off and closed again.

"General Lin!" The high chief Hu Bugui and the others who were walking in front were shocked when they saw this, and they wanted to return to their horses to rescue them in an instant.

"No!" Lin Wanrong jumped up. A knife cut off the neck of the Hu people around him. roared loudly: "Brother Hu, you guys go quickly!" Bring Salmu back! Disobedient, slash! ”

"General—" Hu Bugui screamed angrily, his eyes blood-red.

"Kill!" Seeing that there are more and more Hu people. The encirclement was about to close, Ning Yuxi suddenly jumped up, gathered all his strength, and the long sword in his hand instantly turned into two, one left and one right, and two strong lights shot out, like the most beautiful rainbow in the world.

This blow was the gathering of her whole strength, how powerful it was, the dust was flying, blood was splashing everywhere, and hundreds of Hu people flew out in two places in an instant.

It was only for a moment, but it won the most precious life-saving time for the Dahua soldiers, and five or six hundred soldiers on the tail flank broke through the broken encirclement like the wind and killed them.

"Demon girl, I'll kill you!" An angry roar sounded, and an ink arrow with a terrible scream, shot towards Fairy Ning's chest at an incredible speed.

Fang Cai's blow almost exhausted all of Ning Yuxi's strength. This powerful golden bow and ink arrow, coupled with the magical archery technique of Yujiadi, who can stop it?

Fairy Ning's face flushed, and she flashed her waist like a willow in the wind, and struck away the arrow with a palm. The ink arrow was slightly deflected, and it whistled with a strong wind.

Before she could catch her breath, a dark arrow suddenly appeared from the tip of the first arrow, fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye it reached her chest, and the momentum was stronger than the previous one.

Catch the moon! The Great Khan's Divine Skill!

Fairy Ning gritted her teeth, angry and coquettish, clasped her hands together, raised her hand suddenly, and held up the arrow upward, the ink arrow flew past her ears, and the wind sounded like a knife, cutting off a few strands of green silk from her brush.

"Sister, be careful!" Before the words fell, the end of the second arrow flew out like a third arrow, and the dark and thick arrow spun rapidly, buzzing, as if flying up the top, as fast as a wisp of green smoke, shooting to the chest like electricity.

The speed and momentum of this arrow almost entered the transformation realm, and there was no trajectory to follow.

Ning Yuxi's hands have not been withdrawn, and there is no protection on his chest, this arrow is earth-shattering, how can he stop it?

Is this my punishment? A miserable smile appeared in her eyes, and she looked at the thief nostalgically, but she felt as if she had hit a boulder and flew out horizontally.

"Poof!" The sound of arrows entering flesh and bones shattering.

Although in the midst of thousands of troops, this voice was clearly ringing in the ears. Yujia glanced at it, and his eyes opened in an instant, and his gaze was glazed.

"Why, why......+||Trembling, muttering to himself.

Endless blood, gushing out on the mute's chest, like a blooming bright rose, he was grinning.

"Dang!" The beautiful golden sword khan, with the bowstring in his hand, broke with her heart. She sat on the ground like a leaf of withered grass, her eyes demented, and she lost all her soul in an instant.

Lin Wanrong's eyes were wide open and his steps were messy, but he stood still, swearing to die and refused to take a step back.

Uncontrollable blood rolled out of his nose, ears, eye sockets, and mouth, gushing like a fountain, dripping on his chest, shoulders, lower abdomen, and thighs, and in an instant he had turned into a bloody man.

The trembling ink arrow, deep in his chest, golden wings, as if the crescent moon flickering in front of his eyes, is so beautiful.

He clenched his teeth, solid as a rock, and stood firm, never even retreating.

A chain of three arrows like no other in the world! Yuga hid that crucial arrow from everyone!! The power of this arrow is earth-shattering, piercing gold and breaking stones, she is a well-deserved prairie pride!

"General Lin—"

"Brother Lin—"

Hu Bugui and Gao Chieftain screamed and patted the horse's head, tears swelled like raindrops, desperately beating the horse, and they were about to kill back, but they heard General Lin roar angrily: "Go-go-go-"

"General—"

"Old Hu, have you forgotten my words?! Go, go—uh—" He tried to keep his mouth shut, but the blood seemed to rain down his ears, nose, and mouth.

"Ahh

"Go, all follow me, no one is allowed to turn back!" Hu Bugui grinned silently, bowed deeply to General Lin, turned around and galloped on his horse, tears and sweat beads rushing together. Countless Dahua soldiers followed him, tears raining down.

"Little thief-" Ning Yuxi woke up like a dream, and pounced on it like crazy, tears like a broken river dam. She hugged him tightly and touched his face and his hair.

Blood, dripping blood! The blood of a thief!

"Sister, I said," he gasped, but he was laughing, blood was raining down, and his eyes were full of tenderness: "I will bear all the punishment alone!" It has nothing to do with you. This arrow is my crescent moon. Now, I don't owe her anything, and I'm happy. ”

"Little thief," the fairy snuggled up in his arms with tears in her eyes, her cheek pressed against his chest, and the endless blood stained her hair and cheeks.

The thief's eyes gradually drifted, his palms were as cold as snow, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Sister, I really want to go home, my mother is calling me-"

His hand suddenly stopped in the air, and he said no more.

The fairy's heart has been suffocated. She gently closed his unoblivious eyes, wiped the tears from his cheeks, and kissed lightly on the cold lips: "Little thief, let's go home!" ”

Li Wuling, who was running, was gritting his teeth and wiping his tears, but he felt a chill behind his ears, touched two handfuls casually, and suddenly jumped up in shock: "Look, look-"

"See what?!" Hu Bugui wiped the corners of his eyes and said angrily.

Xiao Li Zi was shocked: "It's down, it's snowing!" ”

"Fart! How can it snow at the end of May—" Before he finished speaking, he felt cold in his ears. Looking up, I don't know when, the sun has faded, the wind is blowing in the grassland, and the sky is full of gloom. The catkins in the sky swayed slowly in the air, falling gently, gradually covering their eyes. The snowflakes are crystal clear, like crystals.

"It's snowing, it's snowing, it's snowing-" Hu Bugui screamed with tears, and everyone cried bitterly.

The goose feathers and snow fell one after another, hitting the face and hair, and falling on the grassland, merging with the bright red blood stains.

The snowfall at the end of May is rare in a century. This spectacle shocked everyone, and the Turks opened their eyes wide, knelt on the ground, and prayed to the heavens.

Yujia sat quietly in the middle of the grassland, her eyelids lowered, silent, not crying, not laughing, all silent. Pieces of snowflakes fluttered and slowly fell on her silky black hair, like pinching a beautiful little flower for her.

In the falling snow, her beautiful sideburns seemed to be dyed with a few snowflakes, first faint, slowly thickened, a little, gradually mottled, until pale as snow, sideburns dyed with autumn frost