The sun is sinking in the west, and the remnant sun is like blood.

The fighting in the steppe of Teteur finally stopped.

The battle flags of the Kexue Wu tribe were waving in the wind on the grassland, and the tired soldiers looked at the backs of the fleeing enemies in the distance, and the hoarse cheers finally sounded sporadically on the grassland.

After nearly half a day of fighting, they finally defeated the enemy.

The warriors of the Kexue tribe brandished their scimitars, looked in the direction of the battle flag, brandished their blood-stained scimitars, and shouted loudly......

Under the battle banner, Kokxue Wu Sapur stood there, and the setting sun shone on him, reflecting a red halo that made him look so invincible.

Kexerwusablehei's body shook suddenly, but he steadied, he breathed the bloody air rapidly, his eyes were unspeakably murderous, but the exhaustion and pain hit his mind like waves.

But he still suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand and looked around.

The warrior's wild whistling immediately resounded across the battlefield as he moved......

When the voice was quiet, Kokxue U Sabul Black immediately ordered to set up camp not far from this battlefield.

He sternly dismissed the eldest son's desire to find the corpses of his own people on the battlefield and put them away, he didn't have the time and strength to do that anymore, he could feel that those terrible enemies were getting closer and closer, and with a little strength, he could fight the enemy for a longer time.

As the warriors rode away, Kxhew Sabriel looked back at the battlefield.

The carcasses of men and horses were scattered everywhere on the grassland, the brown dirt was turned up, burying all the verdant early spring underneath, the color of blood shimmering with a strange light in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the smell of blood had attracted many vultures and crows, hovering over the battlefield, waiting for the moment to eat.

The war horse that lost its owner roamed the battlefield, screaming in reluctance.

Kexue Wu Sabul closed his sour eyes, he had seen many such battlefields, and almost every time he would be moved by such a sad and majestic scene, and then he was full of pride.

But this time, he wanted nothing more than tears, because it was a tomb, a barbarian's grave, and it was not only the body of the barbarian, but also the glory of the barbarian.

What a good warrior, but he died in such a cannibalistic battle, how many years, how many pastures, how many cattle and sheep were killed, and only then did he raise such a barbarian warrior, but he was buried in this way.

Victory? What a victory, O gods, open your eyes and see what your darling of the steppes is doing.

Their blood is flowing in vain, their glory is dimmed, do you really want to give your children no hope at all?

But the gods would not answer him, and he turned his head in gloom, not wanting to look at the place again.

The sound of horses' hooves was still faintly heard in the distance, and he knew that it was the cavalry led by Ruul Abba who was still roaming around......

He was indeed not mistaken, this young man had an extraordinary talent for leading troops.

The young general did not take everyone to meet the battle, but divided the most reliable cavalry into teams of thousands, and used the tactics most familiar to the steppe people, wandering around the battlefield like a pack of wolves, pounced from time to time, wounded the enemy, and then ran away without waiting for the enemy to react, not seeking to be fatal, but to let the enemy continue to bleed.

So, when the time of victory came, the casualties were much greater than Kxhebu Sabulahi had expected, and while the warriors of Kxhebu were cheering for victory, the cunning enemy had already withdrawn from the battlefield, but had not gone far.

They also wander around the left and near, or later find a place to pitch their tents, but never let the enemy really out of sight.

The previous battle seemed to be just a temptation by the young man.

Such a ruthless and cunning enemy filled the heart of Kokxue Wu Sabelhei with two completely different feelings: admiration and hatred......

He really wanted to see the young man now, and if the other party still thought he was a barbarian, maybe ...... There is one last bit of hope for the Barbarian Tribe......

Unfortunately, he knew that the young man would never appear in front of him at this time, and in this battle, the other party had already proved his loyalty to his new master with the blood of countless barbarians.

In the afterglow, the warriors dragged their tired bodies away from the battlefield, victorious, but also defeated, because they did not let the enemy cross them and attack the migrating tribes.

And the failure lies in the fact that after this battle, the last strength of the barbarians was gradually consumed in the civil strife, which may not be accurate, but how is the fight between the same clan and civil strife?

Once the seeds of hatred are planted, it will be difficult to eliminate, and the title of barbarian may continue, but it will certainly appear in another form on the steppe, just like the Mongols, before they were unified under the banner of Genghis Khan, the fighting between the Mongol tribes never stopped.

It can be said that the era of the barbarians as a whole has completely ended, and at the same time, they have lost their status as the overlord of the steppe, where is the future of the barbarians in the future, and it depends on whether the descendants of the barbarians will appear heroes like Temujin.

However, no matter what kind of sighs and sorrows Kekxue Wu Sabulehe had, this battle between the barbarians was over, and countless Naibarian warriors lay down on the cold grassland, and with the blood and lives of their kindred, they personally ended the era of the barbarians.

That's right, it's a tomb, a tomb where the barbarians themselves have laid their tombstones, but where all the past of a tribe is buried......

As darkness fell, the ugly chirping of vultures and crows did not stop at all, and the lack of food on the grass carp in early spring made it impossible for them to give up such a meal, and it may not be long before they would be swept away without leaving too many traces......

A few miles southeast of the battlefield, thousands of barbarian warriors gradually gathered together and began to set up camp.

The rangers returned in 6 consecutive years, bringing with them a qiē as they saw.

In the darkness, Ruur Abbala's eyes sparkled, and the news that the ranger had brought back reassured him, and the general he once admired not far away did not disappoint him.

Not only did he defeat the madmen, but he didn't choose to retreat.

It was a respectable man, Ruur Abba thought, the man he respected most of all the tribes besides his own father.

Regardless of the general's talent and bravery, or his loyalty, he is worthy of the title of hero among the barbarians.

He even envied this general a little bit, who was able to interpret the word hero with his life......

The young Naiban looked up at the starry sky, and in the future, he might become a hero who did not belong to him, but he would certainly not cross him, because he did not have the courage to die......

Tomorrow, this venerable man will usher in his last battle, and he understands this, and he who is not far away will also understand this.

I wonder what he was thinking?

The young Nabarian sighed inaudibly.

Yes, it's tomorrow, the news of the army behind has finally arrived, and tomorrow the army led by that man himself will enter the steppe of Teteur.

When he was young, he couldn't help but tighten his robe, feeling that the grassland in early spring was a little cold.

In fact, what made him feel really cold was that he always felt a pair of fierce goshawk-like eyes staring at him behind him.

The news came just right, as if everything was expected by that person.

Compared to a respectable general, that is a truly formidable commander, even if victory is in hand, it will not leave the enemy a chance.

He led the Han Chinese to the steppe, easily conquered the Tatars, washed his robes with the blood of countless barbarian warriors, wore a golden crown, and exercised the will of the gods, so that his majesty spread throughout the steppe.

Under the hooves of his horse, the powerful Naiman tribe fell to the ground with a bang, any resistance looked so weak and ridiculous, and what was even more ridiculous was that his eyes were never focused on the Naiban tribe, Ruur Aba knew that the Han people came to the grassland for those party members......

The wars with the Nabarbarian tribe are more like clearing the way for the conquest of the party.

What kind of ridiculous existence will the dignity of the barbarian tribe and the glory of the barbarian tribe be in the eyes of that person......

The Great Khan, who fled like a rabbit, and the general who was determined to die, was the last lament of the barbarians, and could it cause a trace of turmoil in that person's heart?

He didn't want to think about it any longer, and he told himself that he was lucky to be able to fight under the leadership of such a commander, unlike those of his fellow who were not far away, and although worthy of respect, they were doomed to defeat.

He had tasted defeat, and he would never want to taste that pain and bitterness again......

Tomorrow, just tomorrow, he will not let go of the opportunity, he, Ruur Abba, will definitely get the honor that belongs to him, a different honor......

(Monthly pass, code word until late at night, hurry up, make some compensation for a few days on vacation, but can make up for a few days, I'm really uncertain, because there is still work, alas, I saw some guys in the group clamoring that the manuscript can be used for a month, Ah Cao is envious and jealous, I really want to have a real PK with these guys, let him be hospitalized for a month, see if you still save the manuscript, think about five or six days of vacation, make up for two or three days, it should be almost scattered, right...... (To be continued.)

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