"You, come and die!"

Yang Feng's shouts resounded across the battlefield.

And then......

Milan Shah turned around and left!

He's not stupid!

As Timur's most capable son, he is cruel to brutality, but not brainless! The guy in front of him is obviously not a normal person, regardless of whether it is a demon or something else, anyway, it is not something that humans can defeat, and he asked himself that he has not yet reached the category of surpassing humans......

Run.

Otherwise, it will be too late.

However, by this time it was too late.

"Oh my God, Timur, did you give birth to such a fledgling garment?"

Ambassador Yang looked at the fleeing Milan Shah and roared to the sky.

Then he drew his rifle and shot Milan Shah in the leg very simply.

The horse fell with a cry of sorrow.

Milan Shah reacted quickly, threw himself to the side the moment he fell to the ground, and then rolled and got up, but before he could understand what was going on, a subordinate next to him hurriedly rushed to him, and then grabbed his hand and dragged him to the horse. But as soon as the two of them ran a few steps, the rifle bullet in Yang Feng's hand was fired, and then the horse also fell, and Milan Shah, who fell to the ground again, turned his head to look at him, and finally understood that he had done it. At this time, Yang Feng had already jumped out of the chariot, with a rifle in one hand and a giant sword in the other, and on the battlefield where the corpses were piled up, the painting style was strangely walking towards him.

Step by step on the steps of the devil.

Milanshah ran resolutely to the nearest subordinate.

And then......

Gunshots rang out.

The man's horse also fell.

Milan Shah was speechless with grief.

"Look at me, face me, and then take up your weapon and face me!"

Yang Feng shouted at him with the majesty of a god.

Milanshah ran to the next subordinate, and then the subordinate also fell.

The rest of his subordinates were all looking at Yang Feng in horror, at this demon-like man.

Milan Shah finally stopped running.

"Dismount and fight!"

He almost gritted his teeth and let out a wild roar.

His subordinates dismounted one after another, these were the most elite Khorasan soldiers, following him across the Middle East and Western Asia, capturing the capital of the Golden Horde, it can be said that they were invincible warriors, at this moment they were wrapped in the best chain plate armor, and soon formed an infantry formation, the front soldiers were holding shields and axes and hammers, and the back soldiers were holding spears, close together like a steel wall, rushing forward towards Yang Feng. Behind them, Milanshah hurried to the nearest horse, but then there was a constant burst of gunfire, and all his nearest horses fell, and he could not help but howl in grief and indignation in the midst of the pile of wailing horses.

"Look at me, face me, and take up arms against me!"

The demon's roar rang out.

And at this moment, his subordinates had already launched a charge against this demon.

But......

The next moment there was a short loud sound.

In the middle of his subordinate formation, it was like a collapsing wall, and soldiers kept falling.

Milan Shah looked at the demonic man with grief and indignation.

The latter, dragging the giant sword in one hand and the strange weapon in the other, stepped on the corpses of his soldiers and walked through the gap that had just been made in the steel wall, while none of the Khorasan soldiers on either side who were still alive dared to continue the attack. They can still dare to charge in the face of Yang Feng, and they can already be said to be the most brave fighters, but the shuttle of bullets just now made their last bit of courage dissipate.

They can't make sense of it all.

In their eyes, this is not a man, but a demon.

At this moment, they haven't fled, and they are really brave.

Milan Shah silently looked at the demonic man, suddenly turned around and knelt down in the southwest direction and began to worship reverently.

And his subordinates also knelt down in the southwest direction and worshiped their gods.

Immediately afterwards, Milan Shah picked up the shield and battle axe on the ground, as if he had been injected with something, shouted a certain iconic slogan, and then suddenly got up and rushed straight at Yang Feng, and at the same time, his subordinates also shouted the same slogan, and then rushed towards Yang Feng frantically. They had no choice, either they would die in battle with Milan Shah, or they would be killed by Timur afterwards, and now they had received a bonus of divine power, and they fell into complete madness. However, Yang Feng calmly put away his rifle, raised his giant sword with both hands, and at the moment when countless weapons converged towards him, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands as if he was throwing a chain ball, and roared to complete the three-hundred-and-sixty-degree rotation.

And then......

Streams of blood spurted into the sky around him.

A headless corpse surrounded him and fell.

Like a blood-colored flower blooming.

Then he flipped the greatsword upside down and slammed it into the ground beneath his feet.

Then he crashed into the Khorasan soldiers in front of him.

Ignoring all attacks, he grabbed the necks of the two Khorasan soldiers one by one in one hand, slammed their helmeted heads into front of him as hammerheads, and then parted his arms outward, releasing the two dead bodies as the Khorasan soldiers fell on both sides. But the next moment he grabbed the Khorasan soldiers in front of him, grabbed him by the neck and picked him up directly with one hand, and slapped it down at the more Khorasan soldiers in front.

The Khorasan soldiers in front fell.

And Milan Shah has already appeared in front of him.

The tomahawk in the latter's hand was immediately cut off on the head.

It's still a Nordic tomahawk, but it's popular in Eastern Europe now.

But the battle axe was snatched away by Yang Feng in an instant and thrown on the head of a soldier, and at the same time, another hand wearing plate armor gloves appeared on Milan Shah's neck.

Then he grabbed him by the neck and slammed him backwards.

Then Milan Shah fell heavily to the ground......

"Rubbish!"

Yang Feng stepped on his chest and said disdainfully.

The soldiers behind rushed towards him like crazy.

Yang Feng casually took out a grenade, opened the safety and threw it back, and suddenly lowered his head and grabbed Milan Shah's right leg in the explosion of the grenade, the latter wanted to take the opportunity to get up, but Yang Feng immediately stepped between his legs. Milan Shah almost fainted with a snort of pain, but then a huge tearing sensation brought him to his senses, and he looked in horror at Yang Feng, who was stepping on his leg and breaking his other leg upwards. He was so frightened that he quickly turned over and tried to adjust his posture, but Yang Feng, who had already put his right leg on the shoulder, yelled and slammed it up with his waist strength......

"Whew!"

Milan Shah let out a heart-rending scream.

"Mah, it's not easy to tear someone!"

Then came the Devil's Word.

And the Khorasan soldiers had already understood what he was going to do, and one by one they were so frightened that they hurried forward again.

"Get out, don't disturb my work!"

Ambassador Yang carried Milan Shah on one leg and stepped on his other leg to angrily reprimand them.

Then he took out his grenades again, and threw six in one go, and now no one really bothered him anymore, and the surrounding area was basically dead or wounded, and those farther away were still coming, because the bombshell before caused a large number of horses to be frightened, and the Khorasan cavalry coming from a distance was mixing with these cavalry, and they could not come for a while. And among the cavalry behind, there was a richly decorated giant elephant, and in the covered elephant shrine sat an old man in a white robe, which should be Timur, in fact, he was sixty at this time, and this tyrant had actually dominated Central Asia for more than twenty years.

Yang Feng carried his son's leg and looked at him with a provocative gaze.

Then he slammed forward.

"Whew!"

Milan Shah, who had been unconscious, woke up in pain again.

Then Yang Feng continued to push forward.

Milan Shah can only make a voice that is not human.

His leg was finally pushed to a strange angle, and then the blood flowed out as if surging out of Yang Feng's feet, but it quickly penetrated into the yellow sand below, which also relieved Milan Shah, and the rapid massive blood loss made him completely unconscious. But Yang Feng still has to continue to finish the work, fortunately, everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as the key obstacle is passed, the rest will be much easier, Yang Feng just looked at Timur while constantly tearing his son forward.

Eventually, he did the hard work......

"Sultan, I'm sorry, I tore him apart!"

He shouted smugly at Timur.

Then he threw part of the Milan Shah at the Khorasan soldiers, who had already looked stupid.

"Come, prince of the boys!"

He shouted.

The Khorasan soldiers mechanically bowed their heads and looked at some of their princes.

And then another part also fell.

Pity this fierce general who once ran rampant in the West has now become two pieces.

"Haha......"

And the demonic man, laughing maniacally, walked towards his chariot.

Although his four horses were also shocked by the explosion, they had experienced a lot, and the battlefield was full of dead bodies, so they couldn't run, and he actually braked, so he didn't have long to stop. Yang Feng laughed wildly and boarded his chariot, then turned his horse's head and rode away arrogantly under the gaze of Timur and countless Khorasan soldiers behind.

Ten minutes later.

"Run!"

He shouted at Tan Yuan.

The latter was still dragging the desert there, as if he had just been pulled out of the dirt.

"What's wrong!"

Tan Yuan lifted his mask and shouted.

"I tore Timur's son apart!"

Yang Feng said proudly.

"Torn, what?"

Tan Yuan was stunned.

Yang Feng made a breaking motion on the carriage......

"It's just torn like that."

He said.

Tan Yuan was sober in a daze......

"My day, run!"

Without hesitation, he yelled at his men.

Then the three hundred cavalry took their war horses and fled wildly in Yang Feng's smug laughter, and behind them were the pursuers like a sandstorm, but they still got rid of the enemy, after all, they had at least three horses each, and it was still easy to escape. And when they were about to arrive in Aksu, they also met Ugqi Hashha who didn't know where to get out, and then continued to run towards Aksu together, and in the greeting of Shami Chagan and others, Yang Feng and others rushed in.

"Close all the gates, no, it's not enough to close them, block all the gates!"

Yang Feng shouted.

"Timur has arrived!"

Zhang Fu asked.

"He tore up his son!"

Tan Yuan shouted angrily.

"Torn, torn?"

The crowd was as confused as he was.

"Yes, I tore Miranshah apart, and I broke my legs like this, with one foot on the bottom, and then I carried the top one, and I broke it upwards with all my might, and then pushed it forward, just like we broke the chicken legs, and ah, I forgot to say that I tore his son in front of Timur.

Hey, I'm not done yet! What are you all running? ”

Yang Feng said proudly while comparing his action procedures at that time.

And before he could finish speaking, everyone ran away.

Shamichagan's face is green, although he has no relationship with his brother-in-law, in fact, his brother-in-law is actually older than his father, but after all, he is still a relative, and there is still the possibility of surrendering, but now he still surrenders a fart! Timur opened Aksu, and there would not be a single living person left in the whole city, I am afraid that the dogs would have to be stabbed and kill his most capable son, and they were torn apart, or in front of him, this is the enemy who never dies. And Tuli Timur and Ugqi Hashha, even Kun Timur and Zhang Fu and others also ran up, now don't care about anything, hurry up and block all the city gates, and wait for the next bloody battle to the end!

But fortunately, there are plenty of supplies.

Not only in Aksu City, but also in Wushi Yimi, a large number of supplies were also sent before, and it is estimated that there will be no problem in supporting it for a year.

The only fear was that Timur bypassed Aksu to go to the city that had surrendered before the bloodbath.

But......

That's their business!

Just hold Aksu.

"Quick, while Ush doesn't know about it, go and control Ush immediately!"

Zhang Fu stopped suddenly, and then said to Kun Timur.

Indeed, once the Ush Mi received this news, he would not hesitate to surrender to Timur, and he controlled the only northward passage there, and once he chose to defend Timur, it would be difficult to retreat smoothly if necessary. Although the siege was definitely to follow, it was necessary to keep this escape route in the end, and the control of Ush could also contain Timur's army on the periphery.

More importantly, to avoid Timur going directly north from here.

Defend with purpose.

And this purpose is to drag Zhu Di's army into the river.

At that time, Timur could only withdraw his troops.

But if Timur sent troops to the north from the Shatt Ancient Road, it would cut off Zhu Di's back road.

The latter did not hesitate to rush towards his men.

"Go, follow me to Ush!"

He shouted.

"Old Tan, you go with him and control the Wushi Secret Secret!"

Zhang Fu shouted at Tan Yuan.

Tan Yuan immediately gathered his subordinates, and then went to Ush with Kun Timur.

It is enough to have them.

Kun Timur's subordinates did not suffer much losses, after all, some of them were cannon fodder, and they were generally not needed, and there were probably more than 6,000 cavalry, while Tan Yuan's subordinates had 1,000 elite Ming troops, and more than 7,000 people were enough to control Ushi.

At this time, everyone automatically ignored Ambassador Yang, anyway, no one expected him to transfer troops, everyone fought all the way here, basically Zhang Fu was deploying troops, they were still very convinced of this Ming army general, as for Ambassador Yang, he was a broken door and then led the rhythm.

"Oh, what's the panic, there are less than 200,000 enemy troops in total, so there's no need to panic."

Yang Feng said there.

Everyone rolled their eyes.

You know that's nearly 200,000 troops!

(End of chapter)