Under the cloudless blue sky is the vast grassland, in such a sunset, Bai Ning led the horse slowly through the withered yellow grass, looking back at the west, in the red light, this grassland is gentle and magnificent. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

According to the news of Dongchang's trade channels in the grassland, in this autumn, the Qiyan tribe began to mobilize a large number of cavalry signs, combined with the failure of the last battle between Temujin and Zamuhe, then this time should be the last battle on the grassland - the battle of Kuyitian.

In any case, he had a reason to come and meet the future king of the steppe.

"I hope that such a war ...... not missed"

Bai Ning retracted his gaze from the setting sun, there was a slight tremor from the dirt under his feet, there were birds in the sky, he squinted, as far as his eyes could see, the two horses chased one after the other, the horse's hooves flew over, the two horses approached, and the arrows suddenly shot out, and were dodged by the tribal knights in front of him, flying towards Bai Ning's side.

The sleeves of the robe were gently raised.

The slender fingers firmly clamped the flying arrows, and the tail feathers were still trembling slightly. In the fierce and sharp shout, the two horses galloped side by side, the swords collided together, and when they saw the figure standing there, one knight crossed the horse's head and separated, and the other knight did the same.

Thundered.....

The two war horses galloped past Bai Ning's side on both sides, the wind blew the silver threads, and the palace robe was agitated. In the past moment, the person standing there, the corner of his mouth hooked a sneer, and pushed his backhand on the hip of the war horse on the right, the running horse fell to the ground, and the steppe knight above plunged directly into the grass, his neck snapped and retracted into his chest.

"Phew—"

The other knight of the fight grabbed the reins and slowed down, looking suspiciously at the struggling of the fallen horse and the death of an enemy on the ground.

Apparently he didn't understand what was happening.

The man dismounted with his sword, pressed one hand on his chest and bowed to Bai Ning, and then, laughing heartily, he untied the wine bag beside him and handed it over, his dark face was overflowing with a kind of enthusiasm, but when he turned around, the steppe man swung his knife and cut off the enemy's head and tied it around the horse's neck, and tied the corpse's feet with a lasso, turned over on the horse, and beckoned to him.

"Ideology... It's so simple... To the enemy is to fight to the death, and not to be stingy with friends...... Cruelty and simplicity can exist at the same time..."Bai Ning made a simple judgment about the Mongols of this period, at least in this person.

Language-wise, it is impossible to communicate, Bai Ning can just follow him to see, such a skill should be a scout in a certain tribe's army.

Then, Bai Ning nodded, turned on his horse, shook the reins of his horse, and left with the steppe scout.

.......

Kuo Yitian.

As the sun set, the black smoke swept over the broken flags of the empty grassland, the fire was burning, the war horse that had lost its owner shook its tail, bowed its head and arched a body that could never wake up at its feet, with it as the center, the line of sight rose and spread around, and the corpse of the fallen and dead horse was filled with countless arrows, and the half-lying soldiers who were nailed to the ground by an iron spear were hugged into a group of figures that still held the handle of the knife until death, and such a dead body spread out in all directions on this grassland.

The low horn blows at one end of the steppe hills, which means to clear the battlefield.

The figure that was still alive dragged his wounded body to his feet at this time, and was helped away by his companions, and the new soldiers who had joined the battlefield brandished spears and scimitars and began to check the corpses, and then mended their knives, took the spoils of the deceased, and kissed the corners of their mouths and held them high to the sky, as if to thank the heavens for their victory and wealth.

On the hills, Bai Yang Da Xuan (dao four sounds) stands.

The war is over, and the bloodshed is spreading. Under the vicissitudes of life, a face full of majesty, his gaze swept across the battlefield, "... The war on the steppes is over, and a new king has arrived. The wine was slowly poured out of the sack and sprinkled in front of the horse's head.

"The Immortal Heaven is watching everything. ”

Under the long skirt with bells and bronze mirrors, shoes with snake patterns walked behind the man, and his voice was hoarse: "...... The Immortal Heaven has decided who is the king of this steppe, and no matter how many fearless warriors you bring today, victory will be yours, Temujin! ”

The last drop of wine fell into the soil.

Temujin raised his head, looked at the woman wearing a antler headdress and covering the veil behind him, calmly took a breath, spit it out again, and returned his gaze to the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield: "I don't believe in this... But they believe that blind worship is your duty, high priest. ”

"From ancient times to the present, from the Wu Dynasty to the grassland, isn't it like this?" the ribbon on the deer ornament floated, and the woman's tone was a little disdainful.

Temujin smiled, he could already understand the Chinese spoken by the other party, and he drove the horse's head, and the horse's hooves slowly left the hill and went down, and Bai Yang Daxu moved with it, and nearby, dozens of knights wearing black leather armor and carrying two bows followed silently and kept their distance.

"Are all the women of the Wu Dynasty like you? What about the men... What do men do? read at home or take care of children?" Temujin smiled strangely when he saw the woman follow.

The woman dressed in shamanic clothes shook her head, the bell rang softly, and she raised her head to look at the red afterglow: "It's not all... At least some men are incompetent, some are as strong as gods, and some are like poisonous snakes dormant in the shadows... If you encounter them one day, beware of their venom, it can be deadly. ”

"As long as the eagle doesn't land, the viper will never have a chance..."Temujin raised his whip, "unless... The eagle was too old to fly. ”

Da Da Da ......

The sound of horses' hooves came from afar, and at the end of the line of sight, two black dots moved on the other side of the skyline, and the man under the big curtain stretched out his arms and laughed: "Look... Mu Huali returned, and another enemy died under his scimitar. ”

The formation of the formation of the detachment to make way way, the two horses had reached about six or seven feet of Daxu, and when the woman standing beside Temujin saw the one behind her, her whole body trembled slightly, and her gloved hands tightly twisted the reins.

"Khan—"

Mu Huali took a head from under the horse's neck and held it in his hand, in the past moment, when the horse's hooves slowed down, the horses that came behind him directly passed him, and the moment the confusion arose, the figure on the horse's back rushed up.

Under the Great Order, Temujin's smile stiffened, and the figure collided with him, and the flag blew up.

The next moment.

The majestic lord of the steppe flew from his warhorse into the sky, his teeth and claws.

Bai Ning held his hands and looked at the trembling woman.

"Let him fly for a while, and Ben Governor will come and ask if you want to go home. ”