Finest Servant

There were more and more Hu people outside, and there was a steady stream of Turkic people, driving horses from all directions, crowding people, like dark clouds advancing layer by layer, covering the entire grassland.

Dahua soldiers gathered together silently, back to back, moving slowly, like a tightly connected solid circle. They held their heads high and held their long knives tightly, with blood all over their bodies and gunpowder smoke all over their faces. Facing the barbarians who were dozens of times larger than him, no one was afraid, and his eyes were full of pride.

"Lin San, you'd better surrender, the Turks are not easy to mess with." A loud voice came, and the little prince Zhao Kangning was captured by Xu Zhen, shouting loudly.

Li Wuling rushed over, smashed the scabbard on the mouth of the little prince, and said angrily: "You are a dog who sells his ancestors and seeks glory, why did we get out of such a scum like you in Dahua?"

Looking at Zhao Kangning's mouth full of blood and teeth, and howling like a pig, he felt refreshed and said with a smile: "Now you understand, we Dahua people are not easy to mess with!"

More than 20 captured Turkic princes looked at him with wide eyes, their faces were full of murderous looks, and Salmu even gritted his teeth. Tu Suozuo, the king of the right who was beaten out by his punch, has not yet woken up, otherwise he would have rushed up to fight him desperately. The royal court was breached, and all the elites were captured. This has never happened in Turkic history.

He looked back at the warrior behind him. His young cheeks were full of pride and tragedy. Everyone looked at him silently, their eyes full of determination and unyielding.

"Shut up," he pulled out his saber violently and shouted angrily, "Under the city of Kizil. This is where our bones are buried! Brothers, are you afraid?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" All the Dahua people waved the long knives in their hands, and the uniform, shrill sound of the knives was their best answer. Excited and tragic horn. The earth trembled instantly.

Lin Wanrong slashed his sword immediately, with a murderous look on his black face: "Dahua Haoerlang. I would rather die standing than live on my knees! Let the royal court of the Turkic people become our lifelong glory!!"

His sonorous voice, like a bell and drum, echoed in everyone's ears. Majestic. All the soldiers had tears in their eyes, and among the crowd of barbarians all over the mountains and plains, no one had the heart to survive by chance.

A gushing red sun jumped out from the end of the grassland. The gorgeous morning glow reflected the sky red and shone on their faces. Countless black pupils are shining brightly in the gentle morning light.

The Turkic people around, listening to the horn of the Dahua, approached silently. Surround them in a circle. Seen from the air, the endless human heads and black horses, like wriggling black spots, form a slowly moving, huge black circle. Fifty thousand horses galloped at the same time. The roar fell in my ears.

Like rolling spring thunder.

A golden ground dragon flag fluttered high, and there were only a few thousand remnants of the Dahua army. Like the firmest center of the circle, standing upright and motionless. The ferocity on the faces of the Hu people was clearly visible. They pushed forward step by step, neither slow nor slow, breathing like a silkworm's house on a spring night, rustling like a human and a horse.

At a distance of hundreds of feet, the Turks stopped slowly. A golden lantern was slowly raised in the middle of the army. The Turkic Khan carries a golden bow and ink arrows. Standing on the observation deck, his eyes are silent. There was a faint golden light shining on her beautiful cheeks.

"I'll say it one last time." Yu Jia's face was expressionless, her eyes like lightning. A crisp voice, neither fast nor slow, echoed in front of the two armies: "Dahua people, leave Salmu, I will let you go!"

There was silence in the Dahua formation, and more than 20 Turkic princes, together with Salmu, were pushed to the front of the formation. Cloth strips were stuffed into their mouths, black cloths were blindfolded on their eyes, and they struggled and twisted constantly. The light of the snow-white knife slashed across their necks from time to time.

Lin Wanrong's cold voice came clearly: "I will also say the last time. Great Khan, put your intelligence on the upcoming negotiation table. It is not a wise person to challenge my patience at this time!! "

Yujia's cheeks were cold, her eyes were downcast, and she was silent. In the empty grassland, except for the gentle sneeze of the war horse, there is no sound of the ground, and the silence is like a powder keg that can be ignited at any time.

The sky is gradually darkening, and the sky is full of haze, which has already covered the red sun. The grassland is covered with dark clouds, and the breeze is gradually rising, and it becomes gloomy in an instant. The weather at the end of May was already hot, but today the air seemed to be a bit abnormal, the breeze was mixed with a bitter chill, Lao Gao looked at the sky, shook his head and sighed: "It seems to be raining!"

Lin Wanrong's face was silent, and his eyes shot out a cold light like electricity: "Brother Hu, Lao Gao, you remember. No matter when, no matter what happens, as long as Yu Jia hesitates, you will lead the brothers and detain Salmu. Let's go immediately! There may be only one chance, so don't delay! As long as you pass the Yujia level, the grassland will be flat all the way, with Salmu and Tu Suozuo in your hands, and the rest of the barbarians, who will I don’t dare to touch a single hair of yours—do you remember?!”

His solemn expression was something he hadn't seen for a long time, Hu Bugui hurriedly clasped his fists together: "The last general obeys the order!!"

Li Wuling thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Brother Lin, what about you?!"

"Me?! Lin Wanrong nodded and smiled: "If there is a chance, of course I will go with you! You also know that I am very afraid of death! "

At such a tense time, only General Lin could make such a joke, and everyone laughed out loud. Only the silent Ning Yuxi seemed to feel something, and gently pulled his hand, the palm of the thief was wet and full of sweat.

The Khan with the Golden Knife, who had been silent for a long time, slowly drifted over with a faint voice: "This is your own choice, you Dahua people, you can't blame anyone! Warriors, prepare to attack!"

"Roar—" The Turkic man, who was still silent just now, neighed in an instant, bursting into a wolf-like howl, and the scimitar in his hand gleamed coldly. The horseshoes spun back and forth, and the ground shook instantly.

"Brothers, prepare to—" Rong roared loudly.

All the soldiers stared angrily, their swords were unsheathed, a bloody storm was coming, even the usually elegant Ning Xianzi couldn't help but clenched her hands tightly.

sword.

"Mute. You forced me!"

"I never push myself!"

The Khan with the Golden Knife's beautiful eyes were instantly moist, her silver teeth were gritted, and the golden knife in her hand was raised. Suddenly swung down forcefully: "Warriors. For the glory of the grassland. Kill—"

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"Kill—" The earth shook and the mountains shook. The dust and smoke raised by countless Turkic horses enveloped the grassland in an instant. Hu people seem to be rolling in sand. The turbulent roar came. Like a pack of ferocious wolves, they rushed towards their long-coveted prey.

"Our blood. It's the Great Wall of Dahua! Kill—" the mute roared angrily. Shouted softly with the Great Khan, echoing in the grassland at the same time. The Dahua people and the Turkic people boiled instantly. Two torrents, one large and one small, surged wildly in the grass.

Lin Wanrong waved his hand. Hu Bugui's eyes were bloodshot. Step forward. Two beeps. Blood rushed into the sky like pillars, and the two Turkic princes who lost their heads fell to the ground with a thud. At the same time, hundreds of Dahua soldiers. Excitement and sadness flashed in his eyes. Like a big net that was thrown out suddenly. The lightning shot out like lightning.

for a moment. The two galloping torrents collided fiercely. "Wow". There was a piercing sound of knives. Accompanied by the neighing of war horses and the howling of soldiers. The puffy blood mist is like a flower that blooms in an instant. The prairie was dyed red.

In the bloody storm, the most elite of Dahua. And the most elite of the Hu people. Finally ushered in the most tragic head-to-head confrontation.

This is an asymmetrical battle. Facing barbarians ten times as big as himself, survival is no longer a matter of consideration. Every time a person is hacked, it is a profit. In this desperate situation with the heart of death, all the Dahua soldiers burst out with huge energy in an instant, and they fought against ten with one. Brave as a tiger. Drenched in blood. The young bodies fell one by one. Lying beside them are countless barbarians!

Blood light blinded his eyes. Hatred covers the grasslands. There were flames everywhere, and blood everywhere.

Yujia's golden saber swung swiftly. The attack was like a tide, without stopping for a moment. Countless barbarians followed one after another, as if there were pipes everywhere. They want to use powerful combat power to crush the Dahua people.

The war horse wailed sadly. In the boundless killing, the soldiers of both sides fell down at once. Every Dahua man is one less, but the barbarian is like a continuous sea, quickly washing away the blood left before, and making a comeback.

The Khan of the Golden Knife attacked in three consecutive waves without a break, while Hu Bugui's face was covered in blood, and he had already beheaded eight prisoners without stopping. Eight bloody heads were scattered at the feet, not only Zhao Kangning was pale with fright, but also the immature little Khan was pale and his lips were trembling constantly.

These are the most elite Turks, and in the eyes of anyone, they must be scruples. But that Yujia seemed to be insane, commanding the barbarian to charge and strangle without frowning.

As the Great Turkic Khan, it is absolutely impossible for Yujia to ignore the feelings of the tribes and go her own way so that all these Turkic elites will become the dead souls of the Dahua, not to mention her own brother and the future master of the grassland.

This is a ruthless tactic, but also a gamble. Every wave of her attack, the Dahua people will mercilessly kill the captives. And Yujia's bet is that she is more ruthless than the Dahua people, and she wants to force the Dahua people to collapse first! Only in this way can she have a chance to save Salmu.

Although Yujia has an absolute advantage, the pressure in her heart is far greater than that of the Dahua people. This is a contest that no one can afford to lose.

The prisoners in Hu Bugui's hands became less and less, and the remaining ten or so were also pressed down one by one on the grass, including Salmu. Seeing the little Khan's immature body trembling in the wind, the big Khan turned pale and trembled violently. The mute's eyes were bloodshot, and there was a feeling of suffocation that almost shattered in his heart.

"Kill!" In the bloody sky, the two of them looked at each other, and the tears in each other's eyes were clearly visible, but suddenly, like two powder kegs, they exploded at the same time, and the two roars were earth-shattering. The two steeds, like a thunderbolt of lightning, cut through the grassland, and the coaches of both sides went crazy, roaring and rushing towards each other. At this moment, only the killing sound can make them forget everything.

Countless Turkic people and Dahua people followed behind them, and the dust and smoke of the grassland intertwined with the flames.

Swords and guns clashed, and blood mist filled the air. The grass is gone, and the eyes are red. There were people everywhere, Yue Yue'er could be heard roaring wildly, but she couldn't see where she was.

Lin Wanrong's eyes were bared open, and each knife was as fast as a knife. One by one, the barbarians fell beside him, and their arms were numb.

"Oh!" The high chief who followed behind him groaned, the arrow had been shot by the arrow, and the blood was rolling. Xu Zhen's arm was also wounded, and Li Wuling, the youngest, was closely guarding the two of them. The big knives have been cut to the point of curling their blades.

The mute slashed deeply into the opposite barbarian's body, and watched his opponent fall down wailing. His eyes were filled with red. Eyes blurred. Mind numb. At this moment, no one can wake up.

"Little thief!" Fairy Ning just turned over the enemies around her. look up. Suddenly, he saw a mountain of barbarians approaching the little thief, and the surrounding area was full of cold knife lights of Turkic people. It struck like lightning. She was anxious. With a sharp cry, his body flew out like a horse chain. The long sword drew two bolts of lightning in the air.

Amidst the loud noise, forty or fifty barbarians flew out together with the horses. Broken limbs are flying around. Ning Yuxi's face was pale. Crisp chest panting. Quickly jumped to his side: "Little thief. How are you?!"

"I'm fine!" Lin Wanrong took a deep breath, shook his head, wiped off the blood on his face, and grinned: "Crescent Moon is so ruthless, it almost caught up with me! Sister, we're really going to die here!"

The fairy has teardrops in her eyes. Wipe away the blood from his hair. Said softly: "Don't be afraid. You are my little thief. We are together in life and death."

"Kill that witch! Kill her!" Boundless anger flashed in the eyes of Khan the Golden Knife. The silver teeth creaked. Waving the golden knife in his hand, he pointed at Ning Yuxi.

The blade was glowing with a cold light. Countless barbarians forced Ning Xianzi.

Ning Yuxi yelled and stood up. The long sword danced in the air. Draw out several silver lights. The sharp cold wind was as fast as a thunderbolt. Dust

There was blood everywhere. Countless barbarians were decapitated.

The Turkic people were hacking and killing endlessly, innumerable. The boundless rain of arrows was densely packed, with a shrill roar, aiming at the flying fairy, and shooting quickly. The sounds of knives and wind mixed together. Blood flowed like a river.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Hu Bugui rushed into the group of captives with cracked eyes, without blinking, his sword was as fast as lightning, and cut four people in one go, blood splattered, covering his eyes .

The youngest captive was firmly pressed to the ground by the wolf-like big Chinese, struggling, trembling, and faintly whimpering could be heard.

No matter whose son it is, he is first of all a five or six-year-old child. Fear in front of the bloody knife light is an innate nature and cannot be suppressed.

Looking at the scimitar dripping blood in Hu Bugui's hand, Yujia's body trembled violently, her face was pale, her silver teeth sank deeply into her red lips, and the blood slowly overflowed from each stalk.

"Salmu—" The long eyelashes trembled slightly, tears flowed slowly, she stood up gently, and the barbarian's offensive suddenly weakened.

Hearing this call, Lin Wanrong raised his head. In Yujia's tearful eyes, the heartbreaking weakness and indecision flashed across his eyes like lightning.

His heart was suffocated, his nose was sore, and he turned his head away with restraint. It's just that such a once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity can't be missed, he shouted vigorously: "Old Hu, Lao Gao, go, go!"

He slashed open the barbarians around him, but the Turkic people came up like a tide again, although the attack subsided, the crowd entangled him densely like ants. Fairy guarded the little thief, she swung her sword light swiftly, beads of sweat had tightly stained her cheeks.

"General, let's go together!" Several people from the high chief cut apart the surrounding barbarians, hurriedly hugged each other, and shouted loudly.

Looking at Salmu, and then looking at those big Chinese people soaked in blood, Yu Jia clenched her silver teeth, her eyes changing rapidly.

How many times can there be such an opportunity in life, if you miss it, it is impossible to come back! Farewell, Yuga!

Lin Wanrong grabbed Ning Yuxi's little hand and said loudly, "Sister, let's go!"

All the Dahua soldiers turned their horses around and galloped at full speed, braving the rain of arrows. Salmu's young body was struggling constantly in Hu Bugui's hands, Yujia's eyes were moist, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, not knowing whether to lift it up or put it down.

Without the instructions of the Great Khan, the Turks were at a loss, their offensive dropped sharply, and they were killed by the Dahua in an instant.

Hu Bugui took the lead, and the remnant army was like a rushing dragon, breaking through the encirclement of the Hu people, dragging its tail, and rushing out. No one can stop them from going home.

At the end, the dense rain of arrows shot from behind like locusts. Although he was fleeing in embarrassment, his spirit was much more relaxed. He walked side by side with the fairy, and while galloping at high speed, he panted and said, "Sister Fairy!" , we are finally going home!"

Ning Yuxi nodded slightly, but couldn't hold it back any longer, coughing violently, with a pale face, a gleam of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth, reflecting symphonically with her crystal clear skin, shocking.

"Sister!" Lin Wanrong was shocked. He didn't care about the dense rain of arrows behind him. Hastily reached out to pull her.

The fairy is running around for days. The old illness hadn't healed, but today he was by his side to save his life and fight thousands of troops, which consumed a lot of energy. Already physically and mentally exhausted. She was pale. Looking at the little thief, he smiled slightly: "I'm fine, it's just that I'm tired. Little thief, I feel a little uneasy. It seems like I'm being followed. I'm afraid that today's matter is not over yet. Could it be that God really wants to punish me?!"

Tears welled up in the little thief's eyes, and he said loudly: "No way, we'll go home right away. All the punishments are for me, and it has nothing to do with my sister!"

The fairy shook her head lightly, before she could speak, she suddenly felt the barbarians behind her. The sound of horseshoes was like spring thunder. It even intensified instantly, like a thunderbolt. Chased and killed them like a flood. The Khan with the golden knife running at the forefront, holding a curved bow. His eyes were cold and determined, and the tears on his cheeks were still fresh.

With this effort of the Turkic people, the densely packed arrows intensified several times in an instant. It seemed to be a rush of cold rain. The horses of the Turks were far superior to those of the Dahua soldiers, and they chased them in all directions, trying to close the encirclement. Ah ah to scream. The Dahua soldiers attached to the tail wings fell one after another. Fifty or sixty people were missing in an instant.

Lin Wanrong's eyes were cracked, and he slashed back. Then he beheaded the Turkic people who followed him under his horse. It's just that the number of barbarians is huge, and the horses are so good that hundreds of people overtook him in an instant, the encirclement that had been broken through. Seeing that it was about to be truncated and closed again.

"General Lin!" The high chieftain Hu Bugui and others who were walking in front were shocked when they saw this, and they were about to return to their horses in an instant to rescue them.

"No!" Lin Wanrong jumped up. He cut off the necks of the barbarians around him with one blow. Roaring loudly: "Brother Hu, go away! Take Salmu back! Those who disobey orders, behead them!"

"General—" Hu Bugui howled angrily, his eyes bloodshot.

"Kill!" Seeing more and more barbarians. The encirclement was about to close, and Ning Yuxi suddenly jumped up, gathering all his strength, and the long sword in his hand instantly turned into two handles, one on the left and one on the right, and two beams of light shot out, like the most beautiful rainbow in the world .

This blow was concentrated by her whole body's skill, it was so powerful, dust flew up, blood splattered everywhere, and hundreds of barbarians flew out in two places in an instant.

It was only a split second, but it won the most precious life-saving time for the Dahua soldiers. Five or six hundred soldiers in the tail wing broke through the broken encirclement like the wind and killed them.

"Demon girl, I'll kill you!" An angry shout sounded, and an ink arrow shot towards Fairy Ning's chest with a shrill scream at an incredible speed.

That blow just now almost exhausted all of Ning Yuxi's skills. Who can stop this powerful golden bow and ink arrow, coupled with Yujia's magical archery skills?

Fairy Ning's face was flushed, she dodged her waist like a willow in the wind, and swung her palm to knock the arrow's edge away. The ink arrow deflected slightly, whizzing past with a strong wind.

Before she had time to catch her breath, another black arrow shot out from the feather tip of the first arrow. It came swiftly and fiercely, as fast as lightning, and it reached her chest in the blink of an eye. The momentum was stronger than the previous arrow.

Catch the month! Great Khan's magical skills!

Fairy Ning gritted her teeth, shouted angrily, clasped her hands together, raised her hand suddenly, and lifted the arrow point upwards. The ink arrow flew past her ear, and the wind sounded like a knife, cutting off a few strands of her black hair.

"Sister, be careful!" Before the words fell, the third arrow flew out from the end of the second arrow like a god. The dark and thick arrow spun rapidly and buzzed like a flying top Like a wisp of green smoke, it shoots towards the chest like electricity.

The speed and momentum of this arrow are almost in a state of perfection, and there is no trace to follow.

Ning Yuxi's hands have not yet been withdrawn, and there is no protection on his chest. This arrow is so shocking, how can he stop it?

Is this my punishment? A miserable smile floated in her eyes, and she looked at the little thief with nostalgia, but she felt as if she had hit a boulder and flew sideways.

"Pfft!" The sound of the arrow body piercing into the flesh and the bones shattering.

Although among thousands of troops and horses, this voice sounded as clearly as if it was right next to my ears. Yu Jia glanced at it, her eyes widened instantly, and her eyes were dull.

"Why, why... +|| trembling, muttering to himself.

Endless blood spurted on the mute's chest like bright roses in full bloom, but he was grinning.

"Dang!" The bowstring in the beautiful golden knife Khan's hand burst together with her heart. She slumped on the ground like a dead grass leaf, her eyes were dazed, and she lost all her soul in an instant.

Lin Wanrong's eyes were wide open and his steps were chaotic, but he stood still firmly, refusing to take a step back.

Uncontrollable blood gushed out of his nose, ears, eye sockets, and mouth like a fountain, dripping onto his chest, shoulders, lower abdomen, and thighs, and he turned into a blood man in an instant.

The trembling ink arrow pierced deeply into his chest, the golden wings, like the pretty face of a crescent moon flashing in front of his eyes, so beautiful.

He gritted his teeth tightly, as firm as a rock, standing upright, and never even retreated.

The unparalleled three-arrow chain! Yu Jia concealed that crucial arrow from everyone! ! The power of this arrow is earth-shattering, piercing through gold and breaking rocks, she is a well-deserved pride of the prairie!

"General Lin—"

"Brother Lin—"

Hu Bugui and Gao Chief yelled wildly and patted the horse's head. Tears poured down like raindrops. They beat the horse desperately and wanted to kill it, but they heard General Lin roaring: "Go—go—"

"General—"

"Old Hu, have you forgotten what I said?! Go, go—uh—" He tried hard to shut his mouth, but the blood seemed to be pouring down from his ears, nose, and mouth.

"Ah————" Gao Chief beat his chest and stomped his feet. The sound of thumping was like a heavy drum, and all the Dahua soldiers burst into tears.

"Go, all follow me, and no one is allowed to turn back!" Hu Bugui grinned silently, bowed deeply to General Lin, turned around and galloped on horseback, tears and sweat pouring down together. Countless Dahua soldiers followed behind him, crying like rain.

"Little thief——" Ning Yuxi rushed forward as if waking up from a dream, her tears were like a broken dam. She hugged him tightly, touched his face, stroked his hair.

Blood, dripping blood! The blood of the thief!

"Sister, I told you," he was panting, but he was laughing, with blood pouring down like raindrops, and his eyes were full of tenderness: "I will bear all the punishment alone! It has nothing to do with you. This arrow is I paid back Crescent Moon. Now, I don't owe her anything, and I'm very happy."

"Little thief," the fairy burst into tears, and snuggled into his arms tightly, her cheek pressed against his chest, letting the endless blood stain her hair and cheeks.

The little thief's eyes gradually lost sight, his palms were as cold as snow, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Sister, I really want to go home, my mother is calling me—"

His hand suddenly stopped in the air, and he was speechless.

The fairy heart is suffocated. She gently closed his restless eyes, wiped away the tears from his cheeks, and kissed his cold lips lightly: "Little thief, let's go home!"

Li Wuling who was running was gnashing his teeth and wiping away his tears, but felt a cold behind his ears, touched a couple of hands, and suddenly jumped up in shock: "Look, look——"

"What are you looking at?!" Hu Bugui wiped the corners of his eyes and said angrily.

Little Lizi yelled in horror: "Snow, let's go, it's snowing!"

"Fart! How can it snow at the end of May—" Before he finished speaking, he felt cold in his ears. Looking up, I don't know when, the sun has disappeared, the grassland is full of strong winds, and the sky is full of ghosts. The catkins all over the sky swayed slowly in the air, falling gently, gradually covering the eyes. The snowflakes are crystal clear and transparent, like crystals.

"It's snowing, it's snowing, God damn it's snowing—" Hu Bugui yelled with tears, and everyone burst into tears.

The goose feather snow fell one after another, hitting the face, hair, and falling on the grassland, blending with the bright red blood stains.

Flying snow at the end of May is rare in a hundred years. Such a spectacle shocked everyone. The Turkic people opened their eyes wide, knelt down on the ground, and prayed to the sky.

Yu Jia sat quietly in the middle of the grassland, her eyelids drooped, she didn't speak, she didn't cry or laugh, she didn't make a sound. Pieces of snowflakes danced and slowly fell on her smooth black hair, like pinching a beautiful little flower for her.

In the falling snow, her temples, which are as beautiful as jade, seem to have been stained with a few touches of snow, first lightly, then gradually thicker, little by little, gradually mottled, and finally pale as snow, with autumn frost on her temples