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On the grassland in early spring, the soft grass is slowly undulating and shaking under the blowing breeze, and the water surface of the fishing sea next to it ripples layer by layer, from far to near, gradually pushing, under the warm sun, emitting sparkling waves.

This kind of unique spring light on the prairie is enough to make all travelers who come to the prairie for the first time feel intoxicated and admired.

Jieli Khan, who was running away from his horse, had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery of the grassland, and the murderous aura behind him was reminding him all the time that if he didn't stay away from the battlefield behind him, he might never have the opportunity to drink a mouthful of goat's milk and eat a mouthful of cheese.

When Yang Yi crossed the horse and cut through the crowd to kill him, Jieli Khan's five thousand golden wolf elite soldiers were like paper paste, and they couldn't stop him for a moment, if it weren't for the dozen or so loyal guards around him who sacrificed their lives to stop him, he would have been cut into two pieces by Yang Yi's terrifying nightmare cyan halberd at this time.

As Jieli Khan's horse ran faster and faster, the shouting and killing behind him became farther and farther, but the wails of the Turkic warriors when they were dying became more and more dense, and Jieli's whole heart was dripping blood.

The five thousand knights who came with him today to ambush Yang Yi on the Yanyuan Collection were the elite of the grassland under his golden horde, and every time they died, it was a huge loss for him, but now they were killed as quickly as Yang Yi chopping melons and vegetables, and when Jieli Khan was frightened, he was also sad.

He turned around on the back of a galloping horse and looked back, only to see a yellow shadow on the hillside behind him rushing left and right surrounded by cavalry, and there was no enemy in the place where he passed, and from time to time there were Turkic warriors who were provoked by halberds and flew into the air, and the people were divided into two pieces in the air, and the scene was extremely miserable.

Jieli Khan's heart was greatly mourned, every soldier was an elite who had experienced a hundred battles, and now he was easily killed by Yang Yi, this kind of inexplicable, beyond imagination of the slaughter scene, for him, it was like a nightmare.

A big man beside him whispered beside him: "Khan, the Han people have a saying, called the son of a daughter, and he can't sit down." There is nothing more precious than life in the world, you are our big man, only by saving your own life can we mobilize our elite wolf army and avenge this deep hatred!"

For example, the five thousand iron cavalry had been divided into two parts, one was to stop Yang Yi on the shore of the fishing sea to prevent him from posing a threat to Jieli Khan, and the other part was to retreat with Jieli and protect his safety along the way.

It was one of his bodyguards who spoke to him at this time.

Jieli Khan gathered his mind, his eyes showed the flame of hatred that was unforgettable after being humiliated, and he said sharply: "Today's humiliation, tomorrow's Jieli will be rewarded a thousand times over! Sooner or later, one day, I will lead my Turkic army to the south and kill all these Central Plains Han dog......s."

Before he finished his vicious words, there was a sudden burst of shouting in the distance, even though three or four miles away, there was the roar and noise of horses' hooves, and the people who were running could still hear it clearly, it was Yang Yiqing's voice, "Jieli, why did you flee in a hurry like a lost dog?"

Hearing this, Jieli was angry and wanted to stop his horse and scold back, but was stopped by the guards, "Great Khan, it is important to save your life!"

Jieli Khan said angrily: "I'm a prairie man, but I can't be killed, do I really want to run away with my tail between my legs like a dog?"

At this moment, the face of the guard next to him changed wildly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Great sweat, go quickly!"

Jieli Khan looked at the gaze of the guard with a frightened face, and saw Yang Yi alone and a horse slashing waves on the distant hillside, and was about to break out of the encirclement in a blink of an eye, chasing after Jing Jing and others.

Seeing this scene, for a moment, what "can be killed but not humiliated" and what "fight to the death" all became a thought, "It is important to save your life!"

Jieli Khan didn't need to be dissuaded by his guards, drew his dagger, and stabbed his mount in the buttocks, and in the midst of the bloody explosion, the horse under his crotch let out a mournful roar, and his body rushed out like lightning, leading and running forward.

More than a thousand wolf troops around him followed closely, but the flag held by the flag bearer had been put away, and it was no longer the majestic atmosphere of waving the flag when the Great Khan inspected the grassland, but it became a rout army desperately fleeing, full of panic and helplessness.

Jieli wept as he ran, and the great humiliation caused him to howl like a wounded beast on his startled horse.

He has thousands of elite iron horsemen, and even a Han can't stop him, even Wuzun Bi Xuan's younger brother Dun Yugu was shot by this person, he is a world-famous grassland khan, at this time under the frenzied escape of thousands of elites, not to kill, but to prevent being killed.

This shame made his blood boil, his forehead was bruised, and he couldn't stop screaming.

The guard behind him shouted: "Great Khan, the voice is too loud, but it is easy to become the target of this person!"

The roar of the Khan of Jieli stopped abruptly, but the feeling of humiliation grew stronger.

Tears of humiliation and shame rolled down his face, but he didn't dare to make the slightest movement.

The guard behind him shouted again: "Great Khan, the golden cloak is too eye-catching, please throw it to the villain!"

Jieli looked up to the sky and sighed, took off his cloak, and threw it to the guards who caught up.

The guard took the cloak, quickly draped it over himself, reached out and took off his hat, and handed it to Jieli, "Great Khan, please also wear the villain's hat to cover the light above your head." ”

Jieli Khan was stunned for a moment, and then reacted that he was bald, and if there was no hat to cover it, it would indeed be extremely conspicuous among the entire Turkic warriors.

He took the hat at the moment, buckled it on his head, and galloped without saying a word.

The guards around him drew their short knives from their waists, and just like that, they shaved their heads bald as they rode wildly, while several other guards did the same, and also shaved their heads into a bald appearance.

When they made such a move, Yang Yi's voice came from behind, "Brother Jieli, I am fortunate to meet you today, if Yang can't leave your good head, wouldn't it be a pity!"

His voice was getting closer, and the yellow horse had caught up with the horsemen.

A big man near Jieli suddenly shouted a few times, and the more than 1,000 wolf troops who had been rushing forward suddenly split into two groups, one to meet the enemy, and the other to continue to flee with Jieli Khan.

Yang Yi saw that they commanded these cavalry, like an arm, even if they were enemies, they were also greatly admired.

These Turkic elites, but much stronger than the Central Plains Han Army, one is ten, it is by no means an exaggeration, this is still compared with Li Tang's Chang'an elite, if compared with the army of Zhu Can, Wang Shichong and others, it is not impossible to be thirty with one, no wonder this era, is the world of the Turks, these Turkic soldiers, really good, everyone, is not much worse than ordinary martial arts masters, with his combat strength now in a fully recovered state, in the face of these Turkic wolf army, it is still a little difficult.

The sergeants in the Tang Dynasty and the sergeants in the Golden Book World are very different in terms of combat power.

Now the feeling is very obvious.

After he had slain through the intercepted Turkic soldiers, Jieli Khan ran a long way away.

In this way, chasing, intercepting, intercepting, chasing, and killing several times in succession, there were only a few dozen warriors left in the crowd of Jieli Khan.

Jieli Khan looked at the grass and wild flowers that flashed in front of him affectionately, and his face was sad.

He knew that this might be the last time he saw them.

(To be continued.) )