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Yang Su finally couldn't hold on anymore.

He is already old, he no longer has the spirit of his youth, he can't get on a horse, he can't lift a gun, he is old and useless, and he sighs in vain!

At first, the Turks were intimidated by Yang Su's aftermath and fought with restraint.

Although Shibi Khan was the Khan of the Turks, he still didn't want to follow Yang Guang's example and lose all his Turkic wealth.

Every time you attack, you will retreat immediately after making a little cheap, and you will never fall in love with war. The Turks are nomadic people, one person has more horses, and the mobility is very different from that of the Central Plains Dynasty. The elite troops of the Tiger Horse Cavalry suffered heavy casualties, fewer and fewer, and there were no reinforcements to replenish, so they had to save some use, so Yang Su could only be beaten passively, and when he wanted to fight back, he was nowhere to be seen.

Shibi Khan is a hero! It's just a pity that he is a Turk!

If it had been according to the previous temperament of this group of wolf cubs, they would have ignored it a long time ago and attacked and plundered the city. However, Shibi Khan was able to endure his temperament and cut flesh with a knife to bleed, but he did not pursue a single knife to kill. And this move made Yang Su very uncomfortable.

The Sui army had no reinforcements in the first place, and there was a rebellion in the country, and they had to always worry about the thieves copying their back roads. It is called defending the city, but in fact, compared to the Turks, there is no logistical support.

What Yang Su hopes for is to finish the battle, because his situation no longer allows him to drag it out.

Therefore, Yang Su asked his soldiers to take the initiative to attack every day, searching everywhere for the traces of the Turkic army. The Turks, on the other hand, brought the essence of guerrilla warfare into full play.

Once the Turkic army saw Yang Su's main force taking the initiative to attack, they immediately withdrew, but they did not fight him. Their mobility was too strong for the Sui army to pursue. When Yang Su's army returned to the city, they killed a horse gun again, harassed the soldiers who returned to the city, and made them exhausted.

But if they didn't take the initiative to attack, the Turks were like maggots attached to their bones, and their sneak attacks consumed Yang Su's troops.

In this way, Yang Su's army has become increasingly scarce, and it has fallen to a very dangerous situation.

At this time, the news of Yang Guang's death finally reached Yang Su's hands.

In the camp of the Sui army, in Yang Su's tent, Yang Su put down the information in his hand expressionlessly, and couldn't see what he was thinking in his heart.

Since Yang Xuangan's rebellion, Yang Su has had a heart and blocked the news, and all the information from the Great Sui was manipulated by his henchmen and dead soldiers, and it was transmitted to Yang Su's hands as soon as possible, in order to prevent the collapse of the army's heart again.

Good things don't last long, and bad things come one after another. Yang Su's hunch was not wrong, these days, the news that has been circulating from the Great Sui is not so good.

Liaodong was defeated, the heroes competed, and the robbers rose everywhere, the world of the Great Sui was torn apart, and the dignity of the emperor was gone!

And now, it is finally the turn of His Majesty to hear the news of his death.

"Who else knows about this news but you?"

Yang Su asked in a deep voice.

"Returning to the marshal, his subordinates didn't dare to delay for a moment after receiving the information, and galloped in the starry night. No one else knew. ”

The messenger fell to one knee on the ground, did not look up, and responded in the same deep voice.

Yang Su was silent, and after a long time, he said quietly: "Then you know what to do." ”

"Yes. My subordinates understand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the messenger drew a dagger and slashed at his throat without hesitation.

Bright red blood, flowing down his dagger, looked so hot in the bitter cold of the north, and there was a bit of white gas.

Yang Su just watched the messenger commit suicide quietly without the slightest surprise, obviously this is not the first time such a thing has happened.

The news must be blocked, and only the dead can keep it a secret!

These messengers are his dead soldiers, and they are willing to die for him. They are the only people he trusts the most.

Yang Su threw the information on the table into the brazier beside him, stood up, and bowed deeply to the messenger who had generously died.

"You go first, and the old man will come later. ”

The emperor died, the domestic chaos and thieves were everywhere, the Turks outside the Seychelles knocked on the pass, and the world of the Great Sui existed in name only, and there would be no more reinforcements, and there would be no more grain and grass. They have been forgotten and have become rootless and homeless!

But so what!

Even if the providence is like this, the Great Sui is destined to die in the second generation, and he, Yang Su, will never let those wolf cubs of the Turks take the next step south!

Yang Su, who has been dealing with Turks for many years, knows very well how terrible these Turkic people, who claim to be the descendants of wolves and have a character as brutal as wolves. If they were allowed to break through the Great Wall and go south to the Central Plains, it would be a Chinese massacre even more tragic than the "Five Hu Chaos"!

Yang Su called the guards outside the door to dispose of the messenger's body, then straightened his clothes and walked out of the tent.

At this time, it was just dawn, and the first rays of sunlight of dawn fell through layers of clouds and mist, and fell right on Yang Su's head.

Yang Su narrowed his eyes, as if he couldn't stand it. After a moment, he forcibly held back, turned around and commanded left and right.

"Raise the account! Summoning all the generals to come and discuss the matter. ”

The left and right guards took the order to give orders, and Yang Su stretched out his hand to block the beam of sunlight that was shining directly above his head.

His wrinkled hands were no longer as full of strength as they had been then, and his loose skin made him look even older. However, the burst of green tendons, and the blood that can be seen, undoubtedly declares that its owner is not willing to admit that he is old!

It can't go on like this!

Do you think that the old man is already old and can't dance with knives and guns, so he can bully at will?

Veterans don't die, they just fade away!

To be able to bloom again before withering and glow with the greatest brilliance of life, the end of this life is what he has been pursuing!

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In the middle of August of the second year of the Great Cause, Yang Su, the Duke of Chu, abandoned the fortress of the Great Wall, personally led the remnants of 60,000 horses out of the nest, and traveled 800 miles a day to raid the Mobei Khan's Court.

On the fourth day of the ninth month of the second year of the Great Cause, Yang Su succeeded in forcing the battle, led the remnants to set up an ambush in the Mobei Khan Court, and fought a life-and-death battle with the 500,000 Turkic army of the Khan.

On the sixth day of September in the second year of the Great Cause, Yang Su's army and everyone scrambled to be the first, and they were not afraid of death, until the whole army was wiped out, and no one survived. Yang Su, the Duke of Chu, was defeated and unwilling to surrender, and also committed suicide with the soldiers of the three armies. After this battle, Shibi Khan suffered heavy losses, and only more than 200,000 of the 500,000 army remained, and he was unable to move south again.

On the same day of that year, the stars fell like rain in the eastern capital, and the rebels of Yang Xuangan, who occupied the eastern capital, suffered many casualties, but the people of the eastern capital did not suffer any casualties. According to popular folk legends, it was Yang Su, the prince of Chu State, who passed away and became a god, and sent down heaven to punish the rebels.