Zhao Jin's body shook on the horse's back a few times, and he almost fell off the horse.

It was only at this time, when the hot blood splashed from her heart spilled onto Xiang Bei's face, that this young man, who had been in a daze, suddenly came back to his senses. It looks like waking up from a dream, as if he has just returned from another world.

Xiang Bei, who came to his senses, turned over and jumped up, straddled his horse, ripped off his overcoat, tied Su Su tightly to his back, and held Zhao Jin's horse reins with the other hand, and roared at the Talga warriors beside him, "Cover the county lord." ”

Under this roar, the battle-hardened Talgar warriors woke up from the panic of Zhao Jin's arrow, and several riders quickly opened up in a half-moon shape, protecting Zhao Jin and Xiang Bei in the horse team.

As soon as the formation was arranged, there were several sounds of breaking the air in the dark night sky, and another batch of iron arrows fell from the sky, and several horses and riders fell to the ground in response.

This is the battlefield, any superfluous pretension will lead to ruin, no one pays attention to those fallen companions, but there are constantly riders to fill the vacancy in the Moon Arc protecting Zhao Jin's horses, ensuring that the speed of the entire horse team does not decrease.

Finally, Beiyuan's pursuers were blocked by the dead soldiers left by Nanyuan to a distance of an arrow, and the last Nanyuan iron cavalry had no time to take care of those companions who fell into a bitter battle, and protected Zhao Jin's head horse and left the battlefield.

The sporadic fighting in the Tokhtar camp continued until the east was whitening. The dawn light tore through the dark clouds that had been rolling for days, and even the fierce winds and blizzards that had been raging gradually stopped, as if it was some existence in the sky, intending to appreciate this purgatory-like battle through the obscuration of the clouds.

The rising red sun emitted a strange red light, reflecting the entire ice-covered northern wilderness grassland from dazzling bright white to an orange-red world, and the soldiers who survived the war to kill the red eyes were all over the world with blood red, and they couldn't tell where the blood was and where the light was.

The eldest prince, who had commanded the battle all night, handed over the iron spear in his hand to the steward's retinue, and patrolled the camp among the guards around him, while listening to the reports of the five captains.

Tong Luan, 500 killed and 700 wounded.

Iron Wing, 400 killed and 400 wounded.

Wolves, three hundred killed and five hundred wounded.

Flying eagles, five hundred killed and six hundred wounded.

Tiger owl, 800 killed and 900 wounded.

Beiyuan Rangers, in a fierce battle in one night, killed 2,500 and wounded 3,100......

Listening to the reports of these commanders, Totok's face became more and more ugly, from the iron blue at the beginning, to the red and uncertain later. These captains are all iron-clad men who have followed King Liangmuha to fight for half their lives, and now in front of this junior leader Toto, they are so pressed by the increasingly heavy murderous aura on his body that they can't raise their heads, especially the captain of the Tiger Owl Array, when he reported the number of casualties of nearly two thousand, Tokhtar suddenly stopped and approached the Tiger Captain step by step.

Captain Tiger didn't dare to look up, and watched as the big feet creaked on the snow, as if stepping on his heart, and weighed him down.

"The Talgar cub, which is less than 10,000 people, broke into our 50,000 Beiyuan elite camp, and the elite suffered such heavy losses, how did you, the captain of 10,000 people, be?"

Captain Tiger Owl was a strong man on the grassland forty miles away, with an obvious scar on his face, and his beard looked rough and unruly, but he was too white to speak.

"You say, how many enemies have you killed?"

Captain Tiger Owl seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and clenched his fists in return, "Go back to the eldest prince, behead nine hundred, and capture ten people." ”

"What?" this battle made Tokhtar even more furious, "The results of the battle are not as good as the casualties! You are embarrassed to say it!" Tokhtoku pulled out the hanging knife on his waist with a snort, and the Tiger Owl Captain couldn't help but take a half step back.

Seeing the cowardice shown by the Tiger Owl Commander, Tokhtar snorted disdainfully, bypassed his figure, and walked behind everyone, where were the sturdy Nanyuan captives who were bound.

The warriors of Nanyuan are generally shorter than the warriors of Beiyuan, and they are even taller than Toto, approaching like a half-cut iron tower, and the steel knife in their hands is shining with cold light, which makes the Talga prisoner of war who is facing him palpitate, and the prisoner of war sees the strong killing intent in Toto's eyes, and wants to appear as calm as possible, but his body can't help but tremble slightly.

"I take the mission of the Ranger King Liangmuha to seek the vitality of this blizzard winter for our Ranger people, but you dare to rebel again and again, what crime should you be guilty of!"

With a loud shout, Totoku, ignoring the prisoner's struggles, grabbed him by the neck like a chicken, then threw him to the ground, stepped forward again, and stomped on the prisoner's back, making him unable to move.

The captive, who had been thrown to the ground, had no time to struggle, but he was pulled by the hair, and then the steel knife was close to his neck and cut along the flesh.

The other prisoners of war were in a commotion, and they were forced to move by the soldiers who escorted them with knives and guns, and they could only watch the fierce gods escape, with a cruel smile on their faces, and cut the poor prisoner's neck little by little.

The cut deliberately slowed down, and in the blood splattered on his neck, he continued to pull up and down with a look of enjoyment. Gradually, the prisoners' mouths and noses began to splatter blood outward, until their mouths bubbled with blood and gurgled sounds, which seemed to open a door for the escape, and an evil fire seemed to vent with the splattered blood.

Finally, he took off the captive's hair, cut the last bit of flesh connecting the head and body with a sharp blade, and then took the head in his hand, raised it high, and swore to the prisoners of war behind him, and even to the entire grassland, "All thieves who disobey the Ranger King, this is your fate!"

The head that had just left the body was still dripping with blood, and there seemed to be a reluctance to give up on the world in his slightly open eyes.

A body gradually cooled, and then began to slowly decay, whose son, or whose father, a soul disappeared from this world forever, without a trace, leaving only those living relatives, with the rest of his life's thoughts, in this world, portraying his former existence.

Whew~, Whew~, Whew~,

In the camp of Tokhtar, looking at the bloody and cruel methods of the leader, although his hands were covered with blood, it was the best weapon to help his subordinates fight the fear of death. The cheers resounded in the sky, and all fear should be pressed on the opponent.

......

In Talgar's camp, there was an air of slaughter. The Golden Horde of the tribe used to sit on the Nanyuan King Zheda, but at this moment, there were two corpses side by side.

Those Talgar warriors who survived the fierce battle all night, didn't care about washing off the blood stains on their bodies, and stood next to the corpses with their hands down, and there were already medical officers who cleaned the blood stains of the two bodies and stitched up the wounds, but those wounds would no longer heal, and the remaining blood in the body was still slowly oozing out until it dried up.

An elderly Talgar man rushed in when he got the message, his withered yellow hair made his thin body look even more dry, this old man was Zhao Jin's uncle, and he was also the Talgar nobleman who had tried to dissuade Zhao Jin from breaking with Beiyuan.

"My county lord!" the old man threw himself beside Zhao Jin on the felt carpet, beating his chest and crying, and then slapped the ground desperately, "Child, why can't you listen to your uncle! I said a long time ago that we can't fight against King Liangmuha, and we can't do this in Nanyuan!"

"Child, you are young and vigorous, I told you a long time ago that the sky is different this year, be careful, why don't you listen to me, let the strangers bring the disaster to our Talga. And our hard-working King Jeda, if you see today, you will surely kill the strangers to comfort the gods and seek a glimmer of life for us Talga......"

The old man seemed to be grief-stricken and did not choose to speak, but he secretly observed his words and looks, paying attention to the faces of the warriors around him, he had secretly communicated with Totok, and promised to persuade Zhao Jin to stop fighting against Beiyuan, who knew that Xiang Bei, a stranger who suddenly appeared, actually broke into the camp of Beiyuan, and Zhao Jin actually led the soldiers of Nanyuan to put out the fire for this ill-intentioned foreign boy.

"You guys, why are you still stunned?" The old man saw that the generals of Nanyuan, who had sworn allegiance to Zhao Jin, were already in chaos at the moment, and wanted to order them to capture Xiang Bei and sacrifice it to Toto, so as to win the last chance for Talga.

Maybe the old man was thinking about it reasonably, but the soldiers who snatched back Zhao Jin's body with Xiang Bei were leaderless at the moment, and they didn't know what to do.

"Okay, okay, you ignorant children, who still don't want to listen to my advice, then we in Talga are ready to be like the Takhar tribe, with men as slaves and women as prostitutes. ”

After King Liangmuha extinguished the resistance of the Takhar tribe, he did say such cruel words. However, later Mrs. Mo Lun married Liang Mu Ha and slowly resolved Liang Mu Ha's resentment with her gentleness. In the end, only the Tahar tribe was exiled to the most barren lands of the Northern Wilderness as punishment.

But this cruel punishment has become a lingering shadow on the heads of those tribal people who are dissatisfied with Liangmuha in the northern wilderness grassland.

Xiang Bei's mind was also blank at the moment, he had never wanted to believe that Su Su had left this world, and what she said would not leave her.

But the corpse lying in front of him made him have to believe it.

Maybe that's not Susu. Xiang Bei looked at Su Su's face, and sure enough, he felt that although this delicate, expressionless face began to become a little unfamiliar, this thought made Xiang Bei's eyes unable to focus on Su Su's face.

There is also Zhao Jin, the county lord of Nanyuan who is willing to share his thoughts with him, a foreigner, she should still be the cheerful and righteous lord of Talga, how could she lie quietly on the ground, lifeless.

It wasn't until Uncle Zhao Jin, who broke into the Golden Tent, howled and cried out out to the strangers who brought bad luck, that Xiang Bei suddenly felt like a world away, "Yes, it was the bad luck I brought about it, and it was also me who caused them to die." ”

Xiang Bei's mind echoed the warning of the heavenly song, "Today's cause will eventually be cast into the fruit of other days." ”

"I was wrong, Senior Tiansong, I shouldn't have disobeyed your advice. Xiang Bei, who has always been confident, a top killer who has never doubted his judgment, began to regret his original decision at this moment. At that time, Tiansong reminded himself that he was about to face an enemy he had never faced before, and acting rashly would not only fail to save Su Su, but also put her in danger.

Thinking of this, Xiang Bei suddenly became excited, "Since Tiansong can predict the current situation, there must be a way to solve the dilemma." ”

This thought flashed, Xiang Bei suddenly recalled again, when he went all the way north, Su Su repeatedly asked about the method of breaking the Gu, Tianmo was bragging and chatting, he had inadvertently mentioned that Baishou Mountain is not only a boundary monument, but also a door to the other world, and the psychic things on Baishou Mountain even have the effect of reviving the dead.

Xiang Bei stood up with a shout, startling the surrounding Talga warriors, Xiang Bei didn't have time to explain to them, thinking of the moon gate when he came, "By the way, there is also the Ark of the Winding Path! You are optimistic about the corpses of Zhao Jin and Su Su, I will come back soon!" Before everyone came back to their senses, Xiang Bei had already taken the door out.

I hope that the mysterious door in Zhao Jin's tent is still there, Xiang Bei has thought about it, this time when he goes back, no matter how Tiansong treats him, he will listen carefully, as long as he can save Su Su and Zhao Jin, he can exchange his life for it.