"Kill—" With a long shout, the five thousand soldiers galloped like tigers out of the gate, roaring towards Daranza. The swords of war shone with a cold glow in the setting sun.

Being able to burn the flames of war in the steppe of the Turks is the dream of the Dahua soldiers for a hundred years, and it is also the time when they are ashamed. Everyone's eyes flashed with feverish flames, their faces flushed, their expressions of excitement overflowing, and the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves covered half of the sky.

The sound of horses' hooves also woke the Turks returning from grazing, and they stood on the edge of the tent, their hands on their eyes, looking out over the side, the wild horse caravan in tattered robes, and their expressions were extremely fierce. The Turkic men, women, and children of Daranza suddenly let out a burst of excited shouts and rushed towards the horse caravan, and the shouts and shouts of excitement instantly spread throughout the steppe.

Obviously, the Turks, who had never been sacked, regarded this Dahua Liukou, who had penetrated deep into the steppe, as tribal warriors returning triumphantly. In their impression, it is impossible for the Great Chinese to step into the grassland for half a step, and this kind of fierce murderous aura will definitely not belong to the weak Great Chinese people.

After traveling several miles, seeing that there were only a few hundred zhang left on both sides, it was the Turkic sentry that first discovered the anomaly. This fierce horse team came fiercely, and the snow sword in his hand seemed to cut the cold light across the sky, glowing with a dignified and murderous aura. The knight on the horse had yellow skin and black hair, and his cold eyes were as cold and ruthless as the ice of the moon.

"It's not good, it's the Great Chinese—ah—" The sentry of the Dharanza tribe was frightened, and before an alarm could be issued, a horse straddled over, and the sharp blade flashed like a snow-white long practice. In the splattering of blood, the Turkic body broke in two from the middle, and fell from the horse with a pop. His deep-set eyes trembled and protruded, and the bleak light in his eyes was clearly visible, obviously, he never thought that he would be buried under Dahua's sword and axe at the gate of his homeland.

With a fierce light on his face, the high chief spat at the corpse of the Turkic and swung the big knife in his hand. Blood spilled from the blade. He shouted majestically: "Yes, Lao Tzu is your grandfather from Dahua." Those who offend me and strengthen China. Even if it is far away, it will be punished! ”

"Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away!" Hu Bugui and the 5,000 soldiers shouted in unison. The swift figure was like a flashing meteor, rushing straight to the tent in Dharanza.

The Turks, cheering and jumping, were rushing excitedly towards the returning "tribal warriors". When the sword flashed in the high chieftain's land, slashing the sentry and spilling blood all over the grass, they couldn't help but be stunned. Xuan even saw the face of the "tribal warriors" clearly. Yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes. It is a different face from the Turks.

"Ahh I don't know who was the first to shout, and countless Turks hurriedly stopped. Looking at the bloody sharp knife of Dahua Liukou, they seemed to be stunned with fright, and their eyes were instantly filled with fear that they had never felt before. Nobody wants it. These fierce Chinese would go into the steppe, as the Turks often did, and burn the flames of war behind the steppes that the Turks thought were impregnable.

The contrast was so strong that all the Turks were so stunned that they even forgot to flee.

"Kill-" Hu Bugui's eyes were red, fierce as a wild wolf on the grassland, and he fought with the high chieftain and rushed to the front of the team. With a swipe, his sword fell, and a pillar of blood rose to the sky, and a Turkic head full of beard flew high and fell on the grass with a thud. The Turks' eyes were wide open, and they didn't believe it until they died, and the Great Chinese really came to kill.

In the bloody light in the sky, the Turks came to their senses. "Run—" Frightened, countless Turks spread their feet and ran back, looking from afar, like dumplings boiling in a pot.

The blind and helpless Turks instantly became the living targets of the Dahua cavalry. Thinking of the flesh and blood compatriots who died tragically under the iron hooves of the Turks in the past, the old man who was dying, the weak woman, and the helpless child, one by one fell in a pool of blood, and the desperate and helpless eyes appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The eyes of the five thousand Dahua soldiers were instantly blood-red, and the vicious wolf nature burst out in their bodies, their expressions were cold, and they slowly pulled their longbows, watching the spinning arrows shoot away, penetrating the chests of the Turkic strong men, listening to the sound of their sternums shattering, and in the blood, it seemed that all the sorrow was released.

"Da-da-" The Turkic people, who had woken up, finally began to struggle. The thousands of Turkic men who remained in the tent stepped on horseback as if they had just woken up from a dream, and rushed towards the Dahua cavalry with wolf howls. It's just that they were in a hurry, they were completely unprepared, and they didn't even have time to bring bows and arrows, so they rushed out with big swords, but they were the opponents of the Dahua knights who had been prepared for a long time.

Thousands of Dahua cavalry rushed to the front, only a few hundred zhang away from the tent in Dharamza. Looking coldly at the more than 1,000 unequipped Hu people who rushed over, and when they were close enough, the corner of Gao Chief's mouth sneered cruelly, and he waved his big hand: "Serial crossbow bow, shoot-"

The Dahua knights on the horse, the crossbows in their hands shot in unison, and the dense arrows, like boundless bee needles, instantly sealed the grassland in front of them into a tragic hell. Countless Turks fell from their horses with a wail, and in an instant they were trampled into meatloaf by their companions behind them.

After three rounds of arrow rain, less than half of the thousands of Turks remained, and five or six hundred Turks fell on the grass in front of them. Most of them have already been killed by arrows, and a few who are wounded are also covered with arrows and are dying.

The blood of their companions stained the eyes of the Hu people, and the ferocity of the Turks was evident at this moment, and they screamed, regrouped their attack, and trampled over the corpses of their companions with perseverance, and even trampled on the chests of their companions who were still moaning, and rushed towards them like the wind.

There is really a big difference between the Turks and the Great Chinese. Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed, trampling on the dead and wounded companions, such a fratricidal thing, no bloody Dahua soldier could do it. Not only that, for Dahua soldiers, preserving the remains of their comrades-in-arms is as important as protecting their own lives. However, the beliefs of the Turks are completely opposite, they only respect the strong, and in order to win, anyone's life can be sacrificed, even if it is a comrade-in-arms who depends on each other for life and death. Humanity and wolf nature. At this moment, it was vividly embodied.

Looking at the remnants of the five hundred Turks rushing in, the red-dyed war knife in Hu Bugui's hand pointed forward, and the blood of the Hu people dripped down the tip of the knife. He laughed and said, "Good to come! Sons, let the Turks taste the pain too, and kill me with me—"

He and the two of them rushed to the front, followed by five thousand elite cavalry, shouting angrily: "Kill, let the Turks taste the pain—"

The earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves made the vast grassland seem extremely noisy at this moment. In the twilight of the Advent Land, the two black horses fought together in the grassland. From time to time, a terrible scream rang out, piercing the grassland sky. Drifting straight into the distance, the red blood stains stained the green grass and red flowers.

Five thousand against hundreds, this is a complete asymmetrical massacre. The Turks probably never dreamed that the means they were best at would be returned to them by the Great Chinese intact. Even if the remaining 500 strong men are the most brave warriors in the grassland, they can't compete with the wolf-like Dahua elite.

Kill the Turks in the steppe. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Let everyone have an indescribable pleasure in their hearts. Gone are the days when the Turks bullied Dahuadi at will.

Five thousand soldiers took all the suffering and hatred. They all turned into sharp swords and gave them to the Turks who were surrounded and killed in front of them. At this moment, these 500 Hu people are the live targets of the Dahua soldiers. Every time they slashed, there was a wail.

The Turks' combat strength can be described as strong, knowing that they are surrounded and dead, they are still desperately struggling, and their blood-stained faces seem to be satanic demons from hell. "Kill-" Dozens of Dahua soldiers roared in unison, and the long spear tip instantly pierced into the body of a Hu man from all directions, countless streams of blood gushed out, and the Hu man was pierced into a hedgehog, struggled powerlessly a few times, staggered, and finally fell.

Seeing that the Hu people in front of him were about to be wiped out, the remaining few people were also at the end of the crossbow, crumbling. Leaving the high chief to lead the team to continue the siege, with a wave of his hand, thousands of soldiers withdrew from the ranks, followed him closely, and stepped towards the white tent in Dharanza.

Although they encountered occasional resistance along the way, they were all the remnants of the tribe, the old, weak, sick and disabled, and their combat strength was far apart, where was the opponent of Hu Bugui and his brothers. These old and sick people were the last resistance force in Daranza, and apart from the fact that most of them were old and infirm, the remaining ones were the disabled Turks who had retired from the battlefield and had little combat strength to speak of. Although they knew that there was a huge difference in strength, they were still fearless to block the pace of the Dahua cavalry's advance, and in the surging blood, it was spectacular.

Fighting all the way, they finally approached the myriad yurts of Dharanza. These are the tents used by the Hu tribe to live, and unlike ordinary marching yurts, they are not only stronger, but also larger in area, and there is more than enough for a family to live in them.

The yurt is the home of the Turks, Hu Bugui, who straddled the horse, flashed a cold light in his eyes, and his right hand slashed over the Hu people who were sneaking up on the side, and in his left hand he held a blazing torch high, and the crackling sound was drowned in the cries of the Turks one after another.

Chief Gao dealt with the last Turk, brandished the blood-dripping sword in his hand, and laughed murderously: "How can you kill people without fire?" Lao Hu, what are you waiting for?! ”

"If you kill someone and set fire, I will let the Turks taste this pain too." Lao Hu laughed loudly, glanced at the tent in the sky, his eyes were full of blood, and with a "snap", he threw the torch on the nearest tent.

The lamp oil carried on the torch was splashed on the yurt, and with a soft sound of "boom", the fire grew from small to large, from near to far, and the huge and spacious tent slowly burned, like a spark of stars, burning on the vast grassland. Within a few moments, the yurt was engulfed in flames, and the flames swayed in the wind, setting fire to the adjacent tents. Countless yurts, like matchsticks next to each other, were lit one after another.

Ten, twenty, hundred, the sparks of the stars burned bigger and brighter, and when the thousands of tents in Dharanza burned under the sky, they burned the night sky like fireworks one by one, and the fiery light, like blood flowers blooming on the grassland, reflected the vast sky.

There was no doubt that the battle would be won. This battle is probably the most unexpected battle for the Hu people and the most joyful battle among the hundreds of years of grievances between Dahua and the Turks. Encircling and suppressing the Turks on the steppe is exciting, like a dream, but all this is happening so real in front of you.

When the boundless tents burn one by one. When the flames illuminated their faces, countless soldiers rode on horses, raised their swords, and rushed back and forth cheering hard, majestic **, full of their young and vicissitudes of life.

Lin Wanrong deliberately fell last in this battle. Although it has only been less than a year since I came to this strange world, watching Lao Gao and Lao Hu lead five thousand soldiers to slash and kill like wolves, behind those blood-red eyes and excited faces, there is too much sadness and heaviness. Lin Wanrong deeply understood their feelings, and this battle should belong to them. To all the people who have suffered and died.

He sighed and stepped into the car, only to see the blood-red eyes of the Turkic girl. Rolling tears, deep hatred. and the sorrow of helplessness.

"It hurts! Isn't it?! Taking out the rag stuffed into Yujia's mouth, Lin Wanrong didn't raise his eyes, and said lightly.

Yujia bit her lip, a trace of blood slowly poured out, and the she-wolf roared angrily: "Evil Dahua butcher, kill me!" ”

"Kill you?! Not necessarily. I don't need to say it a second time," Lin Wanrong waved her hand casually. "Think of the time when you Turks raised their butcher's knives against my fellow people—you are the only one alive. Only then can you feel this unforgettable pain. Miss Yuga, I think you'll understand this over time. ”

Yuga slowly closed his eyes. Two crystal tears hesitated in the corners of her eyes for a long time, and finally fell gently.

"The ground is covered with the blood of my compatriots, why. Why is this happening?! She muttered to herself, her voice quiet, with an indescribable grief.

"You're probably used to seeing the blood of my Dahua compatriots." Lin Wanrong sneered: "If you want to understand this question, it's simple, go and ask your venerable Vikya Khan." From the moment he started the war, he was destined to be an executioner. All this is what you Turks deserve. ”

Yujia's eyes were cold: "The thoughts of the Khan of Viga, you Chinese in the land of wealth will never be able to understand. We Turkic people have been grazing in this barren steppe desert for generations, and the bleak and cold and rainy life is not in it, how can you feel it? Yujia couldn't understand why the rich heavenly land could only be enjoyed by you Chinese who were greedy for comfort and had no intention of making progress? Why do my hard-working and brave clansmen live in yurt tents and live on horseback?! Lord Wo Lao, you are known as the smartest person in Dahua, Yujia just wants to ask, is it fair that God arranges it like this?! Is it wrong that the Turkic Khan is bent on leading his people in search of a more abundant and prosperous life?! ”

The Turkic girl spoke sharply, and her eyes were full of tears, but she stubbornly stared at him, as if looking for answers.

From the perspective of this era, Yuga's idea is indeed different. She acknowledged the richness of Dahua and dreamed that the Turks would one day be able to live such a prosperous and stable life, which in itself was good. It's just that the smarter the person, the easier it is to get into the tip of the horns, and a shadow can be faintly seen on the Turkic girl.

Lin Wanrong shook her head and laughed loudly: "In this world, there has never been fairness, God has given you strengths, and will definitely give you weaknesses." Just like your Turkic body is tall and powerful, and our Dahua people's physique is relatively weak, and when it comes to fighting, you have a congenital advantage, Miss Yujia, you say, is this fair? ”

Crescent Moon thought for a moment and didn't answer his question.

"Your Turkic land is barren, but your people are strong and not oppressed. God has given you strengths and weaknesses, but you always like to compare your own shortcomings with others' strengths, and don't mention the advantages you take advantage of. Miss Yujia, is there really such a good thing in the world that takes advantage of both ends? Lin Wanrong's eyes were blazing, staring at her face tightly.

Yujia was stunned for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "If you say so, my people should be trapped on the grassland by birth, suffering from this bleak wind, cold rain, disease and cold?" ”

"That's your own short-sightedness." Lin Wanrong said angrily: "Do you think this grassland is barren and poor? Wrong, very wrong. This vast Alxa grassland contains countless treasures. A thousand years later, it will become a golden treasure for countless people, and in the north of the Alxa grassland, there will be a huge country, which is so big that you can't imagine——"

"What country? How do you know?! Crescent Moon looked at him, full of doubts.

Lin Wanrong was stunned and said angrily: "I'll speak, don't interrupt - I'm smart, I guessed with my brain." Okay?! ”

Yuga glanced at him, pursed his lips, turned his head, and snorted secretly.

"Yes, our Dahua is very rich. However, there are some things that cannot be solved by abundance. Just like the Chinese writing, medicine, and art you learned, is this related to abundance? This is the accumulation of thousands of years of land by a nation, and it is the crystallization of national wisdom. It doesn't matter where you live. To give your people a good life. It is not achieved by aggression or appropriation of other people's resources, but by your own industrious and intelligent hands. You may have postal services, trade, and marriages with your neighbors. Learn the advanced technology of the neighboring countries, such as textiles, smelting, grazing, mining, tourism. You have natural conditions, and there are many ways to make a fortune, so why do you have to squeeze the living space of other ethnic groups in order to survive? I tell you, any nation that makes its fortune by invading others will not last long - do you understand what I say? ”

He was impassioned, like a speech. Saliva spurted all over the ground. My mouth is cramping.

Yujia listened to it for a long time, and then finally said, "What you said is good." That weaving, smelting. It is all the treasure of your Dahua, will you pass it on to us so selflessly? Amusing. ”

Seeing her lukewarm attitude, Lin Wanrong said angrily: "You haven't tried. How do you know no? As long as you are willing to pay a certain price, there is nothing in this world that will not work. ”

Yujia obviously misunderstood what he meant, couldn't help but blush, and said angrily: "Don't you think about it." The ferocious wolf can never insult the steppe daughter—"

"Alright, alright, stop chanting your Turkic spell." Lin Wanrong's scalp tingled when she heard this, and she hurriedly waved her hand: "You are not a Turkic Khan, why am I talking to you about this?!" Cast pearls before swine! ”

Yujia was so angry that his little face turned pale, and he said coldly: "Yes, Niu Danqin!" ”

It's amazing! This girl can actually use idioms, Lin Wanrong laughed happily.

Yujia's little face was slightly red, and he glanced at him angrily: "Shameless Dahua butcher." You have my people's blood on your hands, what's the use of talking about it now?! ”

yes, it wasn't her who mentioned it, I almost forgot. It's a war now, I'm talking to this girl for a fart, I'm really sorry brothers, Lin Wanrong was secretly ashamed.

Hu Bugui's voice sounded outside the car: "General Yu, the war is over." Eighteen officers and men of our army were killed and 30 wounded. All the adult Turkic men in Daranza were annihilated, and all that was left in front of them were more than 3,000 women, children, and immature children—please tell the general what to do. ”

Hearing Hu Bugui's report, Yujia's face turned pale, and he glanced at Lin Wanrong eagerly, wanting to say something, but he muttered for a long time, but he didn't seem to be able to open his mouth.

Lin Wanrong hummed, and was about to get out of the car, when the crescent moon suddenly said: "The old man of the nest is attacking the adult-"

Lin Wanrong glanced up at her, Yujia's cheeks were pale, and she said weakly: "Those are women and children, can you-"

Lin Wanrong swept her eyebrows and snorted coldly. Yujia's face changed greatly, his body trembled slightly, tears rolled in his eyes, and he said angrily: "We Turks will never bow our noble heads. One day, I'll find out a hundredfold what you've ever done—hey—"

Before she could vent her anger, the black-faced rogues had already jumped out of the car, only the curtains trembled slightly, and the delicate voice continued to swirl in the carriage.

Thinking about the methods of this rogue, Yujia couldn't help but shudder, and the faces of countless women and children appeared in front of her eyes, as if she had seen the bloodstains everywhere in front of the guillotine......-

"Brother Gao, Brother Hu, well done." When he jumped out of the car, he saw Hu Bugui and Chief Gao standing aside, waiting, the unsheathed war knife was still dripping blood, Lin Wanrong couldn't help but tapped the two on the shoulder a few times to show appreciation.

With such small casualties, the annihilation of a Hu tribe cannot but be said to be a miracle.

"This battle is easy, and if there is such a time every day in the future, it will be refreshing." Lao Gao grinned, lowered his voice, and said ghostly: "Actually, those Turkic strong men have been captured alive. However, they happened to find an escape opportunity, and by chance, they crashed into our chain crossbow - hehe-"

Lin Wanrong didn't bother to care about these small tricks played by Lao Gao, and laughed.

Thousands of tents burned, and huge black flames filled the sky. Five thousand warriors rode on horses, holding torches aloft, illuminating Daranza as if it were day, and the momentum really looked like a rogue raider on the steppe. They formed a circle, their eyes shining cold, staring faintly at the crowd in the middle.

The crowd that was surrounded by darkness was as many as three or four thousand, all of them were Turkic women and children and children. The eldest was no more than ten years old, and the youngest was still in infancy. The children snuggled up to their mothers, their eyes shining with all sorts of intricate lights, fear or hatred. A few even carried small curved bows in their hands, although they were not lethal, but the arrows and crossbows were aimed directly at the Dahua cavalry. The captured Turkic women held their children tightly in their arms, looking at the cold swords and guns of the Dahua soldiers in front of them, and their eyes shot a pessimistic and desperate light.

Lin Wanrong walked all the way, looking at the childish body and the hatred light in his blue eyes, his scalp tingled. There are so many people, all women and children, how to deal with it?! He frowned and sighed, "Two big brothers, what do you think?!" ”

Chief Gao gritted his teeth and made a fierce comparison: "The Turks captured Dahua City, and they never showed mercy to my compatriots, regardless of men, women, and children, and slaughtered the city!" As the saying goes, with the way of others, also govern the body of others. We will do to them as they treat us! ”

Hu Bugui was obviously hesitating, and finally hugged his fists and whispered: "Everything is at the disposal of the general." ”

Such a hot potato is a trouble he has never encountered, how to deal with it, it really makes Lin Wanrong in a dilemma.

Looking at the blazing torches in front of him, the hateful eyes of the Turkic women and children, and the expectant eyes of the Dahua soldiers, he paced slowly, cold sweat soaking his back. Chief Gao and Hu Bugui also understood his difficulties, and looked at his frowning brows, and they were silent.

As the minutes passed, the fierce flames of the burning yurt roasted everyone's faces. Countless Turkic women and children looked coldly at this big Chinese who had mastered the black face of their fate, silently.

Lin Wanrong suddenly set her pace, let out a long sigh, and glanced at Gao Hu and the others a few times.

Hu Bugui was shocked and said, "General, you have decided?!" ”

Lin Wanrong didn't answer him, he stepped up to the top suddenly, his face was as black as charcoal, and he yelled viciously: "All the Turks, you all look at my face-"

Hu Bugui hurriedly translated his words, and sure enough, the eyes of more than 3,000 women and children shot at him.

"It was I who killed your husband and your father! Because they killed my relatives, my people, and countless women and children like you! You may not believe it, because your khan will say that all this is false, but he never dares to swear to the god of the steppe. I will only say this once, and I will never repeat it again! My Turkic name, the Three Cuts - Wo Lao Attack - you all remember my face. There are grudges and grudges coming at me, I am afraid of you, I am your grandfather! He roared like a wolf, and with such a ferocious appearance that even the baby who was waiting to be fed in his mother's arms stopped crying in fright. All the eyes of the Turks were focused on him, there was fear, and more so hatred.

He was silent, his gaze swept over all the Turks, his big hand reached into his arms, and he slowly felt something out and lit it up in front of the Turks: "According to what you Turks have done, I and my brothers will not let you go." However, we have an old saying in Dahua, God has the virtue of a good life, and since the old saying goes, I will give you a chance to let God decide your fate-"

There was silence among the Turks. The Dahua soldiers also stared at their boss, not knowing how he would decide the fate of the Hu people.

Lin Wanrong snorted and said coldly: "The fairest competition method in the history of our Dahua - throwing copper plates!" The moment the copper plate in my hand falls to the ground, the front side means that you can leave safely. If it is the other way around, then you will leave your life behind to pay the debt of my people! Please Avalokiteshvara and the god of the steppe to bear witness for us—open—"

He gritted his teeth violently, and the copper plate in his hand flew up to the sky, tumbling countless heels, and falling silently on the grass......