"Come, carry me out!"

Zebilhi was shocked, shook his head repeatedly, and for the first time resisted Selim's order: "No! Sultan, if you cut off my head, I won't let you out!"

Looking at Zebilhi with tears in his eyes, Selim, who is known as a cruel and ruthless person, showed a rare trace of warmth in his eyes. In his short life, only in childhood can he be carefree and feel warmth. Selim sighed, smiled wryly and said softly, "Dear Zebilhi, don't you want to go back to Istanbul? The warriors will not have the courage to fight without seeing their sultan!"

Zebilhi thought for a moment, wiped away his tears, and took a step back: "Okay then, but you must wrap the quilt, or I'd rather let you cut off my head!"

Selim became agitated and roared, "This is an order!" But looking at Zebilhi, who was holding his neck, his heart softened, and he patiently explained: "Dear Zebilhi, do you think I'm still a ruthless Selim? Quick, take out that armor, how can I show the warriors like this?"

Zebilhi had never seen such a Selim, and he was shocked, so he had to stand up and go to the depths of the big tent to dig out a baggage. After opening, a golden brocade robe from Daming was spread out.

This is one of the common equipment used by the sons of the great Ming Xun, it looks like Mingguang armor, but it is actually a fake armor woven with gold and silver threads. It is specially used to fool the assessment, and after wearing it, it is majestic, and it is actually light and fluttering. Somehow, it ended up in Selim's hands!

Selim, who was barely dressed in brocade, almost fainted, but with strong willpower, he survived. Several Guards warriors summoned by Zebilhi carried them and patrolled back and forth among the Guards who still had two thousand men!

The proud Bazi Hu was a little gray, but Selim still looked radiant against the background of the brocade clothes, which attracted a burst of cheers from the soldiers! At that time, the sun was shining, and the slanting sun was shrouding the majestic Selim, like a god-man!

Perhaps it was fate, the short-term brilliance actually shook Yang Tianxu's eyes in the distance. He subconsciously fired a random shot at the place where the golden light was shining, purely without aiming, just a casual shot. After the gunshot rang out, Yang Tianxu pursed his lips in annoyance and wasted another bullet!

It's just that Yang Tianxu never expected that he subconsciously shot casually and created a miracle that went down in history, ending the life of a king who should have been brilliant! The shot went through Selim's chest and drilled out of his back, and a splash of blood stained Zebilhi's face!

Selim stiffened, his gaze swept over his loyal guard, the blue sky in front of him suddenly enlarged, and he exhaled lightly, and the heroic man who had crossed Europe and Asia finally fell into Zebilhi's arms and closed his eyes!

Zebilsi closed his eyes in pain and hugged his king. Surprisingly, the soldiers of the Guards around him did not cry, but just looked at their monarch quietly, perhaps hoping that Selim would continue to give orders majestically in the next second.

After a long time, Zebilhi opened his eyes, a smile appeared on his face, his right hand held Selim's body, and with his left hand, he pulled out the Damascus dagger from the boot and stabbed it into his heart without hesitation!

Like the plague, Zebilhi's death started a staggering legend. The commander of the Guards drew his scimitar, put it around his neck, knelt down on one knee beside the bodies of Selim and Zebilhi, and slashed lightly. Blood was like a mist, splattering on the ground and slowly flowing towards Selim's body.

Around him, a circle of Ottoman Guards soldiers fell to their knees, scimitars unsheathed. Like dominoes, one slashes at the other, slowly expanding in a circle, and the corpses are neatly arranged around Selim.

After just five minutes, the makeshift camp became dead silent, and without screaming or hesitation, all the Guards soldiers fell to one knee on the ground. Selim was still as majestic as he had been alive, half-sitting looking down at his chamberlain and guards!

The guards who rushed out with Burkote Bai were slaughtered by Yan Dongchang's department, Yang Tianxu, and An Ziying's remnants like chopping melons and vegetables, and they couldn't get close at all. Coupled with the death of Burkote White, the morale of the army gradually weakened. In the distance, a group of cavalry rolled in, and the Guards were back in high spirits. Yan Dongchang smiled bitterly and said to the soldiers beside him, "Get ready!"

Dada, horse

The sound of hooves was deafening, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the soldiers of the guards were like mourners, and they were in chaos in an instant. Yan Dongchang laughed, it was the dusty Ming army that came!

Zhang Qinghe sat on his horse and shouted, "Which part of the brothers are in front?"

Yan Dongchang laughed and shouted, "The Wing Army Special Combat Team!"

Zhang Qinghe was overjoyed, urged the horse over, hugged his fists and asked, "Brother, I am from the new army, and I am ordered to intercept the Ottoman army!" Big brother, how did your Wing Army Special Combat Team get here?"

Yan Dongchang smiled, turned around and pointed to Zeguo in the distance: "Ordered to blow up the Amu Darya River and delay the Five Nations Alliance. Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life!"

Zhang Qinghe was taken aback, and revisited in admiration: "Meet the sir! The Wing Army Special Combat Team really lives up to its name! Brother Zhang Qinghe, admire and admire!"

By the time the two men were talking, the Guards had dispersed, some fleeing towards the makeshift camp and some towards the city of Samarkand. After Yan Dongchang and Zhang Qinghe finished communicating, they took the remaining special combat team members to join Yang Tianxu.

On the hillside, Yang Tianxu sat on the mountain rock with his left arm drooping, with a very strange expression on his face. Victorious, happy. But the price of victory was too great, and the special combat team of 200 people before the war was left with only this wave and themselves that were gradually coming.

Yan Dongchang came to the bottom of the hillside and suddenly shouted, "Special combat team! Count!"

Yang Tianxu was stunned for a moment, jumped up reflexively, and shouted, "Yang Tianxu is here!"

Yan Dongchang then shouted, "Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

"Fifty-one!"

Yang Tianxu burst into tears, Yan Dongchang burst into tears, and all the team members were in tears. Yang Tianxu suddenly knelt on the ground and choked up: "Lao An, Lao Lei!" Yan Dongchang squatted on the ground and hugged Yang Tianxu, crying silently.

After a while, Yan Dongchang shook his head, wiped a handful of tears, and shouted hoarsely: "All of them! Assemble!"

Everyone jumped up and quickly lined up. Yan Dongchang patted Yang Tianxu: "Old Yang, the battle is not over yet, clean up the battlefield first, we have to fight next!"

Yang Tianxu suddenly thought of something, and pointed to the Ottoman temporary camp that was still silent: "Lao Tzu shot just now, Yan, didn't you notice? It seems a little too quiet over there!"

The artists were bold, and the special forces quickly approached the Ottoman makeshift camp without encountering any resistance. A team member rushed into the camp and suddenly exclaimed, "Team Yan, come and see!" They're all dead!"

The fish rushed in, and everyone was stunned by the scene inside! The glittering Serim sat in the arms of a guard, and round after circle, all of them were Ottoman guards on one knee!

Yan Dongchang slowly approached, shook his head and sighed, "It seems that this is the Ottoman Emperor Selim!" is worthy of a generation of heroes, and there are so many loyal guards who accompany him to his death! Lao Yang, your gun, hehe, amazing!"

A team of Ming troops rushed from the banks of the Amu Darya River to the battlefield where there was still artillery fire, a golden brocade robe, a pole of extremely luxurious Daxu, the wind was fierce, and it was particularly conspicuous!

"What?" Zhu Houzhao was taken aback when he got the news. He asked incredulously, "Say it again!"

The soldier who reported the news couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and repeated loudly: "Your Majesty, Yang Tianxu of the Wing Army Special Combat Team, killed the Ottoman Emperor Selim with one shot!"

At this time, the hot air balloon in the sky also came with the news that a Ming army from the west appeared on the battlefield, suspected of capturing the Ottoman Emperor's golden armor and Daxu!

Zhu Houzhao was stunned for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "Haha! There is no need to check, it must have been killed by the special combat team that bombed the river in Selim! Come on, find a few people who can speak, and immediately spread it all over the army, and they all shouted to Lao Tzu that Selim is dead!"

That's right, it doesn't matter if he's real or not, let's shout it out first! After a while, all the Ming troops shouted that Selim was dead, and the whole battlefield was boiling.

When Sinan Pasha got the news, he immediately held up his blood-stained telescope. The things of the Ming Empire are good, and you can see them for dozens of kilometers. Yang Tianxu was holding a radiant golden armor, Yan Dongchang was holding a flickering golden eagle feather, and a team of dozens of people was like an army of 100,000, as if they were in a no-man's land!

The telescope in Sinan Pasha's hand fell to the ground, and his heart was in turmoil! Sudan! Is the Sultan really dead? Is that invincible Selim, that ruthless and cruel to the extreme, really dead? What about the Ottoman Empire? His Royal Highness Crown Prince Suleiman is still in Kaffa, and in the city of Istanbul, Suleiman has more than 20 brothers. If Selim dies, the Ottomans will be fighting for the throne again!

After Zeyne's servant got the news, he simply raised the white flag neatly. His command were all slow firecrackers and artillerymen, and it was impossible for him to escape the pursuit of the Ming army. Now that Selim is dead, he doesn't want to shed his last drop of blood for Osman.

Ismaili and Shaybani stood at the head of the city, and Garigul said with a fluttering brow, "Look! Selim's bastard's big shit! Haha, Your Majesty Ismaili, I'm going back to Makrumu, Osman, hehe.". br>

Xi Banni has a kind of happiness for the rest of his life, if he hadn't been cautious, if he hadn't considered it otherwise, then what he was holding in the hands of the Ming army now should be his own head, right?

Ismaili's eyes narrowed, the strength of the Ming army had already surprised him, who knew that he still far underestimated the strength of the Ming army! There must be a large number of troops around Selim, and it is impossible for the Ming army to send a large number of troops to attack Selim's side, so the answer is about to come out, it must be a small number of elites who killed Huanglong with one blow! Selim can be killed with a single blow, but can't Ismaili?

"Selim was a brilliant hero in the original history, he defeated Ismaili, killed Garigul, destroyed the Makrumu Empire, and killed more than 20 of his sons for the sake of imperial power, leaving only Suleiman as the heir, and he was a ruthless man! I'll be back later, so remember to come back!"