Finest Servant

The sound of the knife was loud, and the blood was shining.

There are galloping fire horses and rockets flying like locusts everywhere. The wooden houses and tents on the street are instantly ignited and burned with the wind. Countless Turkic people were scraped down and trampled, their hair and clothes were burned by the running flames, and they screamed and screamed in an endless stream. The fleeing crowd became a live target for the rushing Dahua cavalry. The boundless rain of arrows was accompanied by the sky full of fire, and Kizil instantly turned from heaven to purgatory.

In the sky full of flames, the blood-soaked Dahua cavalry, holding high the blood-dripping scimitar, rushed into the Turkic palace like a torrent.

The inside and outside of Nuo Da's palace was instantly crowded with densely packed human heads, Turks, Dahuas, bloody knife points, and countless war horses, densely intertwined. The closest distance between the two sides is only a few feet away, so close that you can smell the sweat on each other's bodies. There are blood-red eyes and crazy cheeks everywhere, the Turkic people are like this, and the Dahua people are even more so!

"Old Gao, you fucking finally came!!" Seeing Gao Chief's dark face, Hu Bugui was so excited that tears filled his eyes, he hugged his arm and laughed loudly.

"I'm ashamed, I had such a good time killing outside, I almost forgot about this side, forgive me." The high chief laughed, glanced at the captured Salmu and the Turkic princes, and nodded triumphantly. Countless Dahua soldiers rushed up, tied them up tightly, and took extra care of the little Khan.

Yu Jia held the golden knife in her hand, with a little blood dripping from her red lips, she wished she could rush forward immediately. It's just that the cold blade of the Dahua was clinging to Salmu's neck, and if he moved it, his head would fall to the ground.

Li Wuling looked at the Turkic cavalry who were like wolves and tigers all over the ground, and excitedly wiped the blood splattered on his face: "There are so many barbarians? Brother Lin, this is enough for us to kill! F*ck, I have earned enough money today." !"

"Yes," Lin Wanrong laughed loudly: "We have enough money!"

He turned around slowly, looked at all the elites behind him, raised his arms suddenly, and said loudly: "Brothers, do you know where this is? Let me tell you, the place is full of blood and fire—that is The palace of the Turks! It is the palace of the Turks!!!”

"Huh—" The words he repeated deliberately seemed like explosives had landed, and the crowd suddenly boiled. Dahua people have waited for a hundred years for this moment of washing away their shame. Tears welled up in the eyes of countless hot-blooded sons, and they cheered crazily. Wielding a bloody knife. Violently rushed towards the barbarians on the opposite side.

Inspired by this huge spirit, the momentum of the Dahua people was unstoppable. Even though they had an absolute numerical advantage, the formation of the Turkic people was still oppressed by them by several feet.

"Brush!" Yujia unsheathed the scimitar, and waved her little hand coldly. Turkic people from all directions flocked back in an instant.

"Dang!" Countless swords and guns add up,

The two sides were tightly squeezed together, and the faces of the Dahua soldiers were all flushed, with a fierce and excited light shining in their eyes, and they would rather die than take a step back.

During the confrontation, although there was no fighting, the atmosphere was almost suffocating, except for the sound of panting. No one spoke. Yu Jia's eyes flashed, and the golden knife swung again. The Turkic let out a low growl. The formation desperately squeezed up, suppressing the opponent's narrow space step by step.

"No one is allowed to retreat!" Lin Wanrong's eyes were cold. He swallowed hard. The big knife pointed forward.

"Kill!" Dahua soldiers roared at the same time, their eyes turned red. The huge energy that erupted in an instant, used the snow-white sword to hold the Turkic people, and squeezed them back.

There is no blood, but it is more thrilling than fighting on the battlefield. This is a contest of resilience and will between two nations! There is an indescribable excitement and sadness on the faces of every Dahua person, from Lin San to the soldiers, as if they will never lose.

The Khan of the Golden Knife raised his head slightly, looked at the mute, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he held the scimitar tightly, with a few thin veins protruding faintly on the back of his glistening hands. The mute stared at her relentlessly, with a gloomy face like a bird in the sky.

In this terrible silence, there seemed to be a silently tense string in everyone's heart. No one knew when the string would break, and what would happen if it broke.

"Sister, leave me alone, kill them!" The little Turkic Khan, who was under the control of the big Chinese, suddenly gritted his teeth and let out a trembling and immature roar. The clear and clear child's voice resounded in every corner of the palace in an instant.

Lao Gao slapped Little Khan on the head and said angrily, "If you talk again, I'll cut off your tongue!"

Slapping the Turkic Khan, a good thing I never thought of, actually happened to me? ! Lao Gao stared blankly at the palm of his hand, and suddenly burst out laughing after a long time. Of course Hu Bugui understood what he meant, he said, "Let your boy take the lead!"

"Salmu—" Yu Jia let out a mournful cry, her eyes wide open, her silver teeth clenched tightly, and the golden knife in her hand was almost crushed.

Lin Wanrong shook his head slightly, and sighed: "Brother Gao, don't be too simple and rude, our Dahua is a country of etiquette. It doesn't make sense to convince people with virtue, so we can do it."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely change it next time!" Lao Gao nodded with a grin.

"I don't want you to cry like a mouse, fake mercy!" Salmu shouted angrily, although his voice was stiff, it was in standard Chinese. Lin Wanrong looked at him in surprise, then at Yujia. Great Khan's expression was cold, and deep hatred shot from his eyes.

Lin Wanrong shook his head amusedly: "Salmu, it's fake compassion when a cat cries for a mouse, and real compassion for a mouse crying for a cat. When your sister taught you Chinese, you definitely didn't put your heart into learning it."

Little Khan stared at him with wide eyes: "I don't care if you are a mouse or a cat, in short, you bullied my sister, Salmu will definitely not let you go!"

"I didn't bully—" He wanted to argue, but he just glanced at Yu Jia, but his voice subconsciously dropped. Saying this, I don't seem to be so confident!

The Great Khan sighed, her pretty face glowed with a faint golden light, she raised her head, her eyes were sharp, and she stared deeply at his face: "Dahua, let's talk about the conditions. As long as you let Salmu and my people go, Yu Jia, with the honor of the Khan of the Golden Sword of the Turkic Khanate, assures you that I will not pursue the matter of sneak attacking the royal court. You, and your warriors, can leave the grassland safe and sound and return to your homeland!"

The word "honor return" is indeed well-deserved, they are a lone army. Tossing and turning for several months, going deep into thousands of miles, crossing the natural dangers of Helan Mountain, burning Bayanhot, attacking Dalanza by surprise, crossing the sea of ​​death and the ice caves of Tianshan Mountains, and capturing the royal court of the barbarians. Burned the flames of war all over Kizil. It can be described as truly shocking and invincible. Even if they can't take Salmu away, as long as they can go back alive, they are well-deserved heroes.

Lin Wanrong shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "Great Khan, you have made such a condition. Don't you think it is an insult to your wisdom?!"

Yu Jia's expression was cold: "Your hands are covered with the blood of my people. If you let Salmu go, I will let it go. Isn't that enough tolerance?!"

The mute looked at her, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and smiled, the contempt on his face pierced Yue Yue'er's heart like a needle.

"What are you laughing at?!" Khan the Golden Knife roared angrily, wishing he could go up and strangle him by the neck. The crisp and sweet drink, even the dust on the beams of the main hall. All shivered.

Lin Wanrong raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "I laugh at you for pretending to be stupid! Speaking of the blood on your hands. Great Khan. You go ask your father Khan, ask your clansmen, what they did to my compatriots What have you done? I will kill ten times more Turkic people. Can I compare with these butchers?!"

"You are not allowed to question my father!!!" Yue Ya'er clenched her teeth, her eyes widened, she stared at him, and shouted angrily.

Lin Wanrong's old face turned black, and he said loudly: "He is your father, not mine!! I question a person whose hands are covered with blood, what's wrong?!"

Such a fierce quarrel gave off a vaguely familiar feeling. When she was the innocent and beautiful captive Crescent Moon, she had done it countless times. It's just that time has passed and the situation has changed. Although things are, people are no longer! At this moment, can she still remember those not-so-distant past events? ! The mute kept a straight face and smiled wryly in his heart.

Old Hu and Gao Chief looked at each other with horror on their faces. The two were clearly strangers, but why did they pick each other up again? That stern look, even the accent, has not changed!

"How dare you insult my father Khan?!" Salmu over there had already jumped into a rage, rushing over to find him desperately. Lao Gao laughed and stopped him, the little Khan was a big kid, and he opened his mouth to bite the old master's hand. With sharp eyes and quick hands, Hu Bugui went up and grabbed Salmu's neck fiercely, allowing his young body to kick around in the air.

"Stop!" Seeing Salmu being tortured, Yu Jia was furious, swiped the golden knife, and her eyes were slightly moist.

Hu Bugui chuckled, scratched his head in embarrassment, and put down Little Khan.

Jindao Dahan took a few breaths, with a touch of sadness floating on her face, she silently glanced at Lin Wanrong, and suddenly walked over slowly. Her footsteps are very light, like feathers floating in the air, giving an unreal illusion.

Only two feet away from him, Yu Jia stopped and looked at him expressionlessly: "Take me in exchange for my younger brother! You let him go and take me away!!"

"Sister—" Little Khan cried out in surprise.

Yujia's beautiful big eyes widened, and she said angrily: "Salmu, you are the son of Vija Khan, an eagle soaring in the grassland, you can only bleed, not cry! Didn't I teach you?!"

Hu Bugui shook his head slightly, Yujia, a woman, not only smart and wise, but also loving, righteous and responsible. It's a pity, why is she a barbarian? This is good, as if we are the heinous villains!

Lao Gao sighed, and secretly lowered his voice: "Brother Lin, you are resourceful, you should find a way to ask Yue Yaer to warm your bed! She is not a bad person, and we are not bad people either! Such a woman, miss it, really What a pity!!”

Lin Wanrong was speechless. The two armies confront each other, blood is everywhere, there is a deep hatred like the sea, and Yujia's identity is the pride of the grassland. Even if I want to find her to warm the bed and risk my life, will the Turks agree? !

"Why, don't you dare to answer?! Are you Dahua people so timid?!" Big Khan stared at him, with a cold sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Fate seems to be joking, where it started, turned around, and then returned there. If Yu Jia really becomes her captive again, where will the wheel of fate point? "It's not that I dare not answer, it's because I'm afraid that answering will disappoint you." He shook his head and smiled, and sighed slightly: "Great Khan, the world is turning, and you are not the person I want!"

"You—" Yu Jia's cheeks flushed with anger. There was a faint mist in his eyes, and then a sharp light flashed, and the golden knife in his hand was clenched tightly, and it might be unsheathed at any time.

The mute didn't seem to see her gaze, and said indifferently: "Am I wrong?! You are the current Khan of the Golden Knife. You are shining brightly. But you are not the master of the grassland in the future. Why should I give up the future for the present? Is it because you are beautiful? With all due respect, all the maids in my family are a hundred times more beautiful than you, and I can touch them at will. Can you do it?!"

"Dirty!" Great Khan gritted his teeth. His chest trembled violently, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and he stared at him fiercely: "Then what do you want?! Offer your conditions!"

The mute let out a long breath, shook his head and said, "Conditions? Of course we can talk about it, but it's just that the big Khan picked a bad time today."

Hearing that he seemed to be willing to negotiate terms, Yu Jia's eyes flashed a look of expectation, and her tone was a little slow: "Today is not good? Then tomorrow?!"

"Tomorrow is not an auspicious day!"

"Then when do you want to choose?!"

Lin Wanrong nodded and said: "When we return to Helan Mountain, it should be almost the same. At that time, our two countries will be yours. You can build a long shed between Wuyuan and Bayanhot. Across the border between the two countries, put several Ten tables. Everyone drinks tea and eats some fruit. Sit down and talk slowly. To tell you the truth, Great Khan. I am looking forward to that moment!"

Golden Knife Khan realized that he had been duped, and immediately flew into a rage, blushing pretty face: "Mute, you dare to tease me?!" "This is not a tease, but the reality you are about to face!" He turned around without fear, and smiled at Salmu: "Little Khan, welcome to our Dahua guest! Don't worry, as long as you report my name as Lin San, no one will dare to bully you. credit guarantee!"

"Do you dare?!" Yu Jia cracked the corners of her eyes, and cut off the desks around her with a bang, her eyes were on fire, she gritted her teeth and stared at him, and blood dripped from her red lips. He paused every word: "Lin San, do you think I really dare not kill you?!"

"Kill and see!" Lin San flicked his sleeves, and patted Hu Bugui's shoulder beside him: "Brother Hu, tell the brothers, get ready, we are going home!!"

go home? These two words were far away and strange, Hu Bugui was stunned for a while when he heard them, tears welled up in his eyes, and he murmured tremblingly: "General, you said, let's go home?!"

"Yes, go home! Today, the weather is really good!" Looking at the new morning glow on the horizon, his face was as red as a baby's, with his nose slightly choked, he lifted his feet and walked out with his head held high. Yu Jia stared at his back, her eyes constantly changing.

Sister——" Salmu was held in the hands of Hu Bugui, and he followed Lin Wanrong straight away. The childish cry was extremely miserable. More than 20 Turkic people were captured, tied hands and feet, wrapped in rags Shut up, struggled to be pushed out. Two lines of tears dripped silently, Yu Jia gritted her teeth fiercely, waved the golden knife, and shouted loudly: "Warriors obey orders. Don't let a big Chinese go! "

Crash, clatter, the Turkic people rushed forward in groups, and countless cold arrows glowing with dim light were all aimed at them.

"Where are the golden bow and ink arrows?!" The Golden Khan's voice was clear and decisive, without any emotion.

Two beautiful Turkic girls bowed and held a golden bow. Yu Jia held it in her hand and pulled the bowstring lightly. The hall suddenly buzzed with endless echoes. Two other girls hung up the quiver respectfully for her, filled with dozens of heavy ink arrows! This ink arrow is made of pure black gold, the whole body is black, it is extremely valuable, harder than gold and stone, invincible!

Yu Jia's eyes were cold, the crossbow arrows were hanging from the bow, her jade hands were raised lightly, and the faint black arrows aimed at the slightly shaking back.

Lin Wanrong seemed to feel something, and his body froze slightly, but he didn't turn his head: "Great Khan, although I don't agree with some of your views, but in my heart, you are the most respectable opponent! Even if you don't My maid is beautiful, but your arrows are good, if I die by your hands today, I will not be wronged!"

A faint mist rose from Yue Ya'er's beautiful eyes, and the jade hand holding the bow trembled slightly: "Dumb, I can't tell which sentence you said is true and which sentence is false. Yu Jia, please ask, it's you , can you figure it all out?!"

The mute waved to her with his head behind his back, and laughed loudly: "If you want to distinguish the true from the false so clearly, then it's not life. It's acting—Brother Gao, let's go!"

"Let's go!" Gao Chief roared angrily, and slashed out with the big knife in his hand. Amid the loud sound of "Dang", all the barbarians in front of him retreated several steps in unison. All the soldiers followed behind them. Slowly creeping towards the gate of the palace.

The Hu people followed them step by step. Squeeze the Dahua people in the middle, but dare not act rashly. The Little Khan and many princes are in their hands, and the Great Khan has not issued an order. Who would dare to do it without authorization?

Lao Gao has a fierce face and strides forward. One knife after another struck down, and the thunder was so loud that the barbarians did not dare to take away its sharpness, so they had to retreat step by step.

Seeing that he had already reached the gate of the palace, and just stepped on the steps, he heard a shrill whistle passing by his ears, stirring up a few thin strands of hair, and a strong wind buzzing past. Like a knife, it hurts the root of the ear.

There was a crisp sound of "嗤". When gold and stone collide, the spark is fleeting. The black ink arrow slashed across his cheek in the slightest. The root is submerged in the thick palace wall and stone wall. Humming echoes hovered in my ears.

Hu Bugui opened his mouth wide in surprise, with such a strong bow and crossbow. Coupled with Yujia's marvelous archery skills, no one in the world can do it!

"The accuracy is really bad!" Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly, wiped his hot cheeks with a smile, and strode out of the palace gate.

As soon as he stepped out, there was a hot feeling of fire blowing over his face. The flames on all sides were still not extinguished, and there was an endless stream of crackling noises. Looking at both sides of the long street, there was still endless jubilation last night, but now it is a piece of scorched earth and rubble everywhere, and half of the entire Kizil was submerged in the fire.

Numerous Turkic cavalry surrounded the two sides of the long street, surrounded them with murderous intent, but none of them shot an arrow, obviously they had not received Yujia's order.

The Dahua people advanced towards the city gate layer by layer, while the Turkic people retreated in an orderly manner, seeming to leave a way for them.

"What's going on here, did Yujia just let us go like this?" Xu Zhen said vigilantly, holding a knife in both hands, looking around.

The Turkic people surrounded and did not attack, and did not shoot a single knife. The whole Kizil was silent, but in this silence, some bloody smell could be vaguely smelled. An invisible pressure seemed to weigh heavily on their hearts. Not only Xu Zhen and Li Wuling, but even veterans like Hu Bugui and Gao Chief, who had been through battles for a long time, had layers of sweat on their foreheads.

"Look, that's Yueya'er's sedan chair!" Li Wuling pointed and shouted.

Under the protection of countless Turkic people, a golden tent slowly followed behind them without any hurry. The slightly fluttering veil was silent. I didn't see Yujia's figure, but I could feel her calm breathing. The great Turkic Khan was terribly silent, and no one knew what she was going to do.

The ruined city gate was right in front of us, the corpses of the barbarians were scattered all over the place, and the fallen Dahua soldiers had already stopped breathing. The flames, blood stains, stumps and broken arms, the traces of last night's battle were vividly visible.

He walked alone at the front, looking at the young and fiery faces that fell in front of him, many of the great Hua soldiers, their eyes were still wide open until they died.

This is not Dahua! Countless loyal souls will be buried in a foreign land forever, and they will never return to their hometown.

He fell silent silently, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Little thief, I'm sorry—" A warm and moist little hand held him tightly, as if it was at the same frequency as his heartbeat, feeling his pain and sorrow. Fairy Ning stood beside him quietly, patting his wrist lightly, with deep love and compassion in her eyes, as if she was caring for a helpless child. The light veil covered her cheeks, making it impossible to see her peerless face clearly, but it did not damage her youthfulness.

"Sister, what's the matter, why did you say I'm sorry?" The little thief was startled suddenly, and raised his head hastily, only to see a faint tiredness in the fairy's eyes, and faint beads of sweat on his forehead, glistening in the rising morning light. Crystal clear luster.

How can a person like Fairy Ning, who has cultivated hard all her life and has outstanding martial arts skills, be tired by the cold and heat? This little drop of sweat has already revealed something strange.

Lin Wanrong was horrified, and lifted her veil, only to see Ning Yuxi's crystal-like jade cheeks were pale and pale. The shock was extraordinary, and the thief hugged her tightly in fright: "Sister Immortal, what are you doing?" What's the matter? I'm not feeling well, don't scare me!"

Ning Yuxi stroked his messy hair slightly, shook his head and sighed: "I know you feel uncomfortable. I tried my best in the battle last night, but these many lives are still irretrievable! As a martial artist, although I can Killing the enemy with a sword is just a battle. But it is beyond the control of an individual! Don't blame it!"

Although Fairy Ning is strong in martial arts, no matter how powerful her martial arts are, she can't match the thunderous battle formation. Among thousands of troops, the power that an individual can exert is limited after all.

Seeing the self-reproaching eyes of the fairy, Lin Wanrong's heart ached. Grabbing her hand hurriedly: "Sister, how can you blame this? Generals will inevitably die in battle, that's how wars are. Tell me quickly, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't worry," Ning Yuxi said softly, "The rush to cast spells on Yujia the day before yesterday, and breaking through the city gate last night, took a little effort. I'm a little tired. Just rest for a day."

Although she said it lightly, Lin Wanrong understood it instantly. Amnesiac, force breaking the city gate, which one is not shocking? Could it be that the fairy said that it can be done with a little effort? It so happened that the two events coincided with each other, coupled with the overnight battle, no matter how powerful the fairy was, she couldn't bear it.

"Sister, you are not allowed to move now!" Lin Wanrong snorted and said with an old face. With a clatter, he hugged her sideways. put it on the horse. The fairy blushed and screamed in a low voice: "What are you doing? Put me down quickly. Let people see it!"

"Whoever wants to look at it can look at it!" He gritted his teeth and snorted angrily, and got on the horse. Kissed her on the cheek, took her hand, the two horses walked side by side, said with a smile: "From now on, you close your eyes, I won't tell you not to wake up."

This domineering person, the fairy couldn't help laughing, seeing countless eyes all around him. She was a little ashamed in her heart, hurriedly covered the veil tightly, and said lightly: "Little thief, you are trying to ruin my morality."

"Then sister, come and ruin my morality, I don't mind!" The little thief said with a grin.

"What kind of deeds do you have?" The fairy glanced at him reproachfully, and she didn't know what to think of, and suddenly sighed softly: "My heart is not strong, I broke many rules and regulations, and I used tricks to treat Yujia and was punished." It should be."

Lin Wanrong's heartstrings twitched suddenly, his eyelids twitched, he hurriedly hugged the fairy tightly, and said angrily: "Nonsense, then I did all the evil, and if God punishes me, it's none of your business!"

"Punish you? Isn't that punishing me?!" Fairy said quietly.

On the golden sedan chair, the veil fluttered, and the beautiful Golden Khan stared closely at the fairy's cheek, his eyes flashed sharply, and his ink arrow swayed slightly.

Seeing that the barbarians had already crossed the city gate, but the barbarians remained the same, without any hindrance, just when Lin Wanrong was feeling strange, Ning Yuxi raised his head: "Little thief, I forgot to tell you one thing, the road ahead , I'm afraid it won't work!"

"Why?!" The little thief exclaimed in surprise.

Fairy Ning sighed slightly: "You will know when you go out and have a look. He hurriedly rode his horse across the city gate, glanced slightly, and took a deep breath.

Hu people, Hu people everywhere!

There are more than 30,000 Turkic elite heavy cavalry, Kizil city defense cavalry guards, and countless fierce Turkic men left behind. Coupled with the elite Hu people who followed Yujia, Kizil had a total of 40,000 to 50,000 Hu people waiting to surround them. Pieces of dark horse heads, like ants densely gathered together, swayed slightly. The scimitars in the hands of the Hu people were shining brightly, and thousands of dark arrows were aimed at them.

Lin Wanrong suddenly understood that at this critical moment of life and death, the fairy appeared and stood by her side, that is to live and die with me.

Unspeakably moved in his heart, regardless of the many people watching, he leaned over and kissed the fairy's face lightly through the veil.

"What are you doing!" Ning Yuxi spat lightly, her face was smeared with fat.

No wonder Yujia was not in a hurry, she was going to drive us out of the city, this place is much better than that narrow palace. The Turks can make the most of their cavalry advantages. Fifty thousand people charged together, and the momentum was earth-shattering, enough to crush the weak Dahua cavalry into a pancake.

He jumped off his horse and said with a grin: "A lot of people?! This kill is so enjoyable! If I die today on such a large scale, not only Dahua will remember me, but even Turkic history will be given to me." Let’s make a big splash.”

Hu Bugui smiled and said: "I don't understand, is Yujia really going to put all her eggs in one basket?! She doesn't even want Little Khan's life?!"

"I don't know," Lin Wanrong shook his head slightly: "This girl is a hundred times stronger than I imagined. Her methods can surprise us every time! Maybe this is our last battle."

The last battle? ! Everyone in the high chiefs stared at the rising sun, amidst the radiance, a thick layer of haze was covered