Mu Kun hurriedly said: "Angel, you promised the little slave to save the lives of the slaves—"

"A family has to live to save others." Bian Lingcheng had a cold face and interrupted Mu Kun's words, "Mu Kun, the last time your family went to Chang'an to pay tribute, it was only two or three years ago." General Geshu Shenglong, don't you know? It's just another tribe of the Wuqi Jin tribe, you even dare to provoke the Geshu tribe, and now you are being retaliated against, it is also your own fault. ”

Seeing that Tang Jun refused to make a move, Mu Kun howled in pain, turned around and rushed forward.

It was he who led his people to death, and seeing that these people were all about to die under the butcher's knife of the Turks, he had no choice but to fight to the death to preserve the last dignity of the Sassanid royal family.

Bian Lingcheng's face was cold, and he shook his head helplessly.

Although he is a close minister of the Son of Heaven, he is just a minion, how dare he offend Ge Shuhan, who is in the sky in front of the Son of Heaven? Seeing that a great achievement of surrender was about to come to naught, his heart was dripping blood, but he was helpless.

Mu Kun rode a camel and quickly rushed to the chaotic battlefield, cutting a young man from the Goshu tribe in two with a single sword, and cutting off the head of a white-haired old man with another knife.

His legs were gone, but it did not prevent him from riding a camel to fight, and in despair, he also burst out with the greatest strength.

Ma Lu watched from afar, his eyes flashing slightly. Last night, the crossbow arrows were fired, and it was impossible to see the strength of this guy, and now it seems that the descendant of this Persian king turned out to be a figure like a thousand enemies.

A Turkic man roared angrily, and his mace slammed into Mu Kun. Mu Kun shrank his body to avoid it, and with a knife in his hand, he cut off the Turkic man's arm.

Seeing that the Lord would be so brave, the nearby Persians, who were struggling, let out a burst of cheers. Mu Kun swung his sword again, slashing the severed-arm Turkic man off his horse, and let out a rapid roar in Persian.

The Persians suddenly erupted into a roar of rage, and instantly became extremely crazy. Groups of Persian prisoners of war no longer hid, and one by one they bowed down and ran quickly around the nearby Turks.

Their hands were tightly bound and they were strung together by ropes, and they were unable to attack at all. However, as they ran so fast, soon the Turks were caught in the middle. The horses were trapped by ropes and could not move forward. The Persians roared at the same time, and quickly tightened the ropes, and many of the horses were tripped and fell to the ground, and the Turks on the horses also fell.

The Persian prisoners of war let out beastly cries from their mouths, and one by one they pounced on the Turks, banging their heads and biting their teeth, and launched a frantic attack on the Turks.

This sudden situation, the Turks obviously did not expect it at all, and it turned out to be an instant chaos. Many of the Turks who were knocked down were bitten alive by the Persians in an instant, and their faces and throats were covered with wounds, looking extremely miserable.

Geshu Chongyuan was furious, roared loudly and smashed the heads of several Persians with maces, quickly cleared the nearby Persians, and then pounced on Mu Kun with a dozen of his relatives.

At this time, Mu Kun had already killed more than a dozen Turks with a scimitar, and he had also cut the ropes of several Persians, who picked up the Turkic weapons and turned around to kill the Turks. And he rode a camel and rushed towards Geshu Chongyuan with a roar.

What was originally a one-sided situation instantly became chaotic. Seeing that the Persian prisoners of war and the Turkic knights were entangled and fighting frantically on the meadow, Ma Lan and the others couldn't help but gasp.

"I haven't been on the battlefield for decades, and the Wuqijin tribe has become like this. Such a simple battle was actually made like this, really, really ......" Feng Changqing shook his head and sighed.

"One person is desperate, but ten people are difficult." Bian Lingcheng smiled bitterly, looked back at Ma Lan and said, "Renjie, if your Anxi New Army is in this situation, I'm afraid there will be a lot of damage!" ”

Ma Lan nodded, shook his head again, and said, "My new army in Anxi will never be in this situation, and the people of Geshu are eager for revenge." If I were them, I would just shoot at the periphery, and kill these black-clothed thieves in a matter of moments, so why rush in like this, giving the black-clothed thieves a chance to fight hand-to-hand. ”

Feng Changqing nodded and said with a smile: "The black-clothed thief has broken through the Geshu Division, and he has already formed a mortal enmity with the Geshu Division. It is better to shoot an enemy than to slash it. Geshubu didn't expect the black-clothed thief to resist so fiercely, which is why this situation will occur. ”

Bian Lingcheng pointed to the front and said, "Renjie, why don't you save Ge Shubu?" There are too many people who died in Geshu, and I'm afraid that General Geshu is not very good-looking. ”

Ma Lan smiled bitterly: "It's already like this, how can I save it?" The black-clothed thieves have gone crazy, they are mixed up with Geshubu, and we can't be separated when we go up, but we will lose our own sons in vain. These are all my hard work, and I feel sorry for losing one. ”

Bian Lingcheng nodded, and said no more.

Above the meadow, the Turks also recovered from the panic, and regained the upper hand in the angry shouts of Goshu Chongyuan, and swords and spears flew and killed the Persians. After all, they have war horses and weapons, and the Persians only have flesh and blood, where can they be their opponents.

The sound of sharp blades penetrating flesh was like a torrential rain, blood splattered from the swords, and the Persians roared in anger, and for every Turkic who fell off their horses, a dozen Persians were paid.

The most powerful is still Mu Kun, whose scimitar has long been stained red with blood. More than a dozen Persian soldiers who had escaped from the shackles were all covered in wounds, and they tightly surrounded Mu Kun's camel with weapons, desperately helping Mu Kun attack the swarming Turks.

Geshu Chongyuan had already rushed to Mu Kun's side, and the mace swung and smashed at Mu Kun, but Mu Kun avoided it every time. Every time Mu Kun swung his scimitar, he was able to cut off a Turkic warrior from his horse.

Ge Shu was so angry that he screamed, and suddenly swung his mace, but no longer attacked Mu Kun, but smashed it hard at Mu Kun's mount. This time the power was extremely great, Mu Kun was protected by the Persians in the middle, and it was impossible to dodge, so he could only watch the mace fall on the camel's head.

Blood splattered, and the camel fell to the ground with a scream. Mu Kun also fell to the ground, and several Persian warriors hurriedly helped him up.

By this time the battle elsewhere had ended, and all the Turks had gathered around.

Bian Lingcheng watched from afar, sighed and said, "Strong! is so brave, he is really a fierce general! Wouldn't it be great if it could be used by my Datang! ”

Feng Changqing said with a smile: "Although the descendants of the Ni Nirvana Master are a little stupid, this Mu Kun can be regarded as a man. I'm going to die here today, it's a pity! ”

Ma Lan smiled and did not speak.

If these Persians had not been assimilated by the Great Cannibals, he might have used his mind to exploit them. But since it has been assimilated by the great cannibals, it is useless, and it is better to die.

……

Geshu Chongyuan looked back, and the warriors of the three thousand clans brought out were actually hundreds of dead and wounded, and his heart was extremely angry.

At the sound of an order, the Turkic knights bent their bows and arrows one by one, aiming at Mu Kun and several Persian warriors who were surrounded in the middle. The next moment, these people will be shot like hedgehogs.

"I am the governor of the Persian Governor of the Tang Dynasty, you dare to kill me?" In despair, Mu Kun suddenly shouted loudly.

As he spoke, he took out a brocade box from his arms and threw it at Geshu Chongyuan.

He said the official dialect of the Central Plains, and it just so happened that Brother Shu Chongyuan also understood the official dialect of the Central Plains. Geshu Chongyuan was stunned for a moment, grabbed the brocade box, and after opening it, he saw the documents and seals inside.

Geshu Chongyuan looked at Tang Jun's side from a distance, pondered in his heart, and shouted angrily: "Spare him his life, and the rest of the people will be shot to death by me!" ”

Suddenly the arrows flew like locusts, and the remaining Persian warriors fell one by one.

smashed the brocade box at Mu Kun fiercely, and Geshu Chongyuan roared angrily and turned the horse's head and left.

According to the agreement with General Ma Xuan, after killing these black-clothed thieves, he could go to the camp of the black-clothed thieves on his own and recapture the horses and sheep belonging to the Geshu tribe.

This black-clothed thief actually had such an identity, which surprised him. Although he didn't know what kind of official the Governor of Persia was, he knew that the Geshu tribe could not harm the officials of the Tang Dynasty, and the leader of the black-clothed thief was still handed over to General Ma Xuan to deal with by himself. The most important thing now is to grab more horses and sheep before other tribes arrive, after all, this is the foundation of the tribe.

Helping the wounded clansmen onto the war horses, the dead in battle were ignored at all, and Geshu Chongyuan quickly left the battlefield with his clansmen and rushed to the northwest.

Mu Kun sat on the ground and laughed miserably.

He was still alive, but there was no one left with him. The mount is dead, his legs are dead, and he can't do anything.

At this time, the Tang army slowly pressed up and came to the side of the battlefield.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, and the corners of Ma Lan's mouth twitched.

The people of the Geshu tribe actually left behind almost 300 corpses! Killing thousands of prisoners of war who laid down their arms turned out to be such a price, and the fighting ability of the Wuqijin tribe was not only inferior to the same tribe in Mobei, but it seemed that even those tribes of the Western Turks west of Jinshan were inferior.

"Angel, send me to Chang'an. I've become a wasted person, and I don't have the face to spit back to see my father. Seeing Bian Lingcheng coming over, Mu Kun laughed miserably and muttered.

Bian Lingcheng sighed and nodded, "It's okay." Mu Kun, you have proved your courage, I Datang respect the strong, you have arrived in Chang'an, although there is no hope of recovering the country, it is still possible to be a rich man. ”

Mu Kun smiled miserably and nodded, no longer speaking.

"Since the Geshu Department is here, I am afraid that the camp of the black-clothed thieves will also be raided by them. Angels, do you want to stop them? Ma Lan asked.

Bian Lingcheng shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Forget it." A favor is also a sale, and two favors are also a sale, let's sell a favor to General Geshu again. Mu Kun, don't blame me, you didn't offend General Geshu's clan for not being long-sighted, this is completely your own fault. ”

Mu Kun nodded silently, his hands clenched tightly.

Without the protection of the soldiers, it is unknown what fate those women and children will face.

There is nothing to complain about, what they have done to the women and children of the Turks, now they are just going back.

The victor gets everything, this is the rule that prevails in the east and west of the green mountains, and no one is exempt.

"Go check it out! I hope the Goshu Department doesn't mix it up too much. With a wave of his hand, the army stepped straight across the blood-soaked meadow, ignoring the corpses on the ground and slowly moving forward.