The last rays of the setting sun dissipated into the sky, and the sky became even more gloomy. The wheezing sound had fallen completely silent. But Mu Zhuo's tent was filled with a strong smell of sweat.

Mu Gui sat up slowly, and gently and charmingly put on her clothes to dress Patch. Even if it had happened, Patch felt like a dream. He couldn't believe that just yesterday Mu Gui was just his dream lover, and now he has really become his own woman.

Mu Gui picked up the scimitar he had snatched from Patch's hand and held it tightly in his hand like a rare treasure. A faint happy smile hung on his face, "Patch, will you give me this dagger?"

"This ......" Patch's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

"What, you don't want to?" there was a trace of sadness in Mu Gui's eyes, and that kind of heartache was so sad.

"No...... No...... This dagger is too ...... It's so cheap...... I think...... I want to buy you a better dagger for you...... Even though you are a princess, perhaps the most expensive dagger I can afford is in your eyes. But...... I really...... I really want to do everything I can to make it for you......"

"No, it's the best, in my eyes, it's the best dagger in the world. And...... It's too late......" The corners of Mu Gui's mouth showed a poignant smile, and he gently picked up the scimitar and slowly pressed it to his face.

"It's too late, what's too late?" Suddenly, a deep uneasiness surged in Patch's heart, he remembered Mu Gui's words before, and at that moment, a pain in his heart was like a knife, which once again made Patch tremble.

"I am your woman, and I promise you to be only your woman. I will never let another man touch a finger of me, and if another man dares to violate me, I will end my life with this dagger. Patch, after I'm gone, please don't forget me......"

Before the words could land, Patch suddenly turned around and hugged Mu Gui tightly in his arms, so hard that magma seemed to be rushing in his hot chest.

"No, I won't let you die, I'll protect you, I'll protect you forever......" Patch muttered, and in that moment, Patch understood what his father's responsibility was to him, and responsibility was to protect the people he wanted to protect, even at the cost of his life.

It has been ten days since the news of bringing Mu Gui to Kyushu in the Central Plains has been spreading, but the news from the feedback is so calm. Not to mention that the Immortal Heavenly Palace intercepted it, even the royal court of the Tuye tribe did not have the slightest movement.

From the grassland into Kyushu, there are only a few routes. Of these routes, however, the only symbolic search has not attracted any attention. Zhiyue couldn't help but wonder a little, even if Allah Khan gave up his daughter, there was no reason for the Immortal Heavenly Palace to give up.

He killed a Prairie Tianzun and kidnapped people at the hands of Tianzun. If you let yourself successfully send people to the Central Plains Kyushu. The face of this Immortal Heavenly Palace is about to be swollen. It is reasonable to be reasonable, and it is impossible for the Immortal Heavenly Palace to let it go.

When Zhiyue was in doubt, the Nanmeng tribe, who had been waiting for ten days and had not waited for the catastrophe, felt a little relieved. Ten days have passed, and if Allah Khan really wants to blame him, he will not be able to wait so long without moving. If there is no movement, that means it's okay.

However, at this time, the nobles of the Nanmeng tribe subconsciously ignored one thing, that is, why did their leader, the king of the Southern Courtyard, Zamuhe, not come back for ten days?

As night gradually came, the panicked Nanmeng tribe gradually became calm. In the past, grassland herders were afraid of the arrival of darkness, because there were too many dangers hidden in the night. But now, the night is the most anticipated moment for the Nanmeng tribe, as if the night can give him infinite protection.

If there is no waiting for sanctions during the day, then there will be no night. The arrival of darkness meant that they had successfully survived another day. In the hearts of the steppe tribes, survival is the only thing, and being able to live is better than anything else.

I just lay down on the bed tremblingly, and my sleepiness has just risen. Suddenly, the earth shook slightly, accompanied by a rumbling roar, which instantly drove away the drowsiness of the Nanmeng tribe.

The tribes that live on the steppe are all too familiar with this sound. This is the sound of war horses galloping and thousands of horses galloping. The warriors of Nanmeng suddenly turned over, dressed in a panic, and looked for their horses in a panic.

The entire tribe has become a mess. These ten days of panic have made their morale low to the bottom. Even the guards, the guards, and the patrols were neglected. What everyone prays for every day is that the Great Khan does not blame, and the Immortal Heavenly Palace does not condemn sin.

But they forgot who their enemies were? In the steppe, there was a tribe that didn't want to tear them to pieces all the time.

The Jurchen wolf led by Egu rode in, and with bitter hatred, he rushed from hell in the form of a devil. The scimitar in his hand corresponds to the stars. When Egu returned to the Jurchen tribe with Hong Lie's corpse, he swore that he would bury the entire Nanmeng tribe with him.

He endured it for ten days, waited for ten days. Finally, it was the time when Nanmeng was the weakest, the least morale, and the least warlike. Suddenly, he led a hundred thousand Jurchen warriors to attack thousands of miles.

"Whoosh-" Countless rockets streaked across the sky like a meteor shower. The rocket fell, and at this moment, the Nanmeng warriors were able to get dressed and find the war horse. However, the current Nanmeng tribe is already in chaos, and it is impossible to form a charging formation.

When the rocket fell into the tribe, the tent made of sheepskin burst into flames. Confusion, chaos everywhere. The Nanmeng tribe, whose morale, fighting spirit, and consciousness have fallen into the lowest trough, have even forgotten how to face the sneak attack and how to form an effective counterattack.

When the three rounds of rockets were fired, the Nanmeng tribe still did not form a strong cavalry formation, and the small formations were scattered and scattered, as if they were headless flies on a rampage. And at this time, the charge of the Jurchen tribe was already close at hand.

At this moment in the battle, both the Jurchen tribe and the people of the Nanmeng tribe have already understood that the Nanmeng tribe is finished. Endless charges interspersed with each other, and the rain of arrows roared and took away young lives one by one.

But more often than not, it was the unarmed herdsmen and aristocrats who were so accustomed to a pampered life that they had long forgotten how they became nobles. The once brave is long gone, and only the fear of death drives them to flee desperately.

Under the trampling of the war horse, it turned into a mess of mud, and it was no better to be trampled to death by his own people. From the appearance of the Jurchen tribe to the charge to the interspersed passage, only half an hour passed. The entire Nanmeng tribe has turned into a flaming hell.

Everywhere there were flames rising into the sky, and everywhere there was thick blood. Egu rushed past the Nanmeng tribe, waving his horsewhip violently. 100,000 cavalry scattered and rushed in the opposite direction.

The horses neighed and the dust was flying. In the desperate eyes of the Nanmeng tribe, the Jurchen tribe completed this encirclement. So beautiful, so perfect. This is perhaps the most perfect encirclement and annihilation battle in the history of the steppe.

Looking at the Nanmeng tribe besieged in the encirclement, the eyes of the warriors of every Jurchen tribe burst with flames of hatred. Not because their prince was killed in Nanmeng, but because of the ancestors and relatives who died at the hands of the Nanmeng tribe in the past hundred years.

Egu gently pulled out the scimitar at his waist and slowly raised it above his head. Looking at the people gathered in the encirclement, panicked, the coldness in their eyes became more and more cold.

"Extermination—" Cruel words spat out of Egu's mouth, his command, and his purpose.

He did not come to plunder, not to take revenge, but to exterminate the people. Completely wipe out the Nanmeng tribe, make this once golden tribe on the grassland a thing of the past, and completely end the hatred that the Jurchen Nanmeng has been entangled for hundreds of years.

The encirclement moved, getting smaller and smaller. Countless arrows poured down like locusts on the Nanmeng tribe. In such a dense crowd, there is no need to aim at all. Even a single arrow can hit.

The battle was going on, and the people of the Nanmeng tribe fell in batches like cut wheat stalks. And because of the ruthless slaughter of the Jurchen tribe, the Nanmeng tribe once again broke out of the bloody nature of the past.

But what is the use of that? If it weren't for the panic of the past ten days, if it weren't for the fact that the Nanmeng tribe didn't have a Zamuhe guard, if it wasn't for the ...... There are no ifs. It's a foregone conclusion, and all ifs won't happen.

Even if at this time, the Nanmeng tribe broke out with the combat power of the Golden Tribe, it would not help. Already caught in the encirclement, there is not even the distance to charge. What else can you do but be brutally slaughtered?

This time the Jurchen tribe came with hatred, and they were not willing to leave with hatred again. This is a massacre that can be recorded in the history of the grassland, the huge Nanmeng tribe, the four golden tribes of the grassland, were wiped out overnight.

When there was just a glimmer of light in the sky, the war was completely over. The garrison of the Nanmeng tribe has been flooded with blood on the fertile grassland. A large tribe of more than 100,000 people was wiped out like this. Even if the corpses are piled up, they can be built into a mountain.

Egu ordered the corpses to be gathered together and burned to ashes in piles and piles. Because it is already spring, even if the wolves on the grassland are gathered, they will definitely not be able to eat so many people. Corpses, will decompose, will turn into a plague.

The women of the Nanmeng tribe are crying with their children in their arms, and they will be beaten into slavery and become slaves of the Jurchen tribe, and they will not be able to turn over for the rest of their lives. And now, they have to watch the bodies of their father and brother burned, and this night, the whole grassland seems to cry.

Far to the west, the Tuya tribe, where the Golden Horde is stationed as always. Allah Khan had not left his throne since ten days earlier, neither eating, drinking, nor even having sex with a woman.

The sky above the entire Tuye tribe is also filled with an indescribable smell. It's like wind, it's like rain, but it's more like the breath of death.