Golden Greenery

After breaking out of Salamon's encirclement, there were only more than sixty people left around Saint Akko and Yang Yi.

Nearly half of them died under the sword of the Persians of the Moon Clan. They did not die on the battlefield against the Turks, but died before the dawn of a new life, in Tocharo.

Before they died, they pulled hundreds of people on their backs, and Salamon's number was already less than two thousand.

When the two sides faced off, Yang Yi and the others were naturally outnumbered. Fortunately, they had the phalanx experience honed on the battlefield, and were finally able to break through. Looking at both sides, Salamon has the highest level of martial arts, and Yang Yi is no match for him. Only the holy fire bow of Saint Akademo can continuously push Salamon back.

Salamon's martial arts strength has surpassed that of Bei Qiao Feng and Nan Murong. Yang Yi estimated that in the vast Central Plains, perhaps only Li Xiaoyao's rebirth could defeat him.

Fortunately, the three remaining dark messengers under Salamon and in the former Senate died in the fight with Okili. This allowed Yang Yi to become second only to Salamon in the Tocharian breakout battle. Master.

But Yang Yi still couldn't defeat Salamon, and sixty people couldn't defeat more than a thousand. Everyone could only flee, crawling into the ravine in a panic, not even having time to distinguish the direction.

Salamon and his Moon Clan are chasing after her. The Saint is their last hope to return to Persia, and Salamon will never give up.

In fact, if Salamon hadn't accidentally killed the Saint out of fear, they might not have been able to break out of the encirclement, and they might not have been able to escape for more than a month without being caught.

More than a month later, they had bypassed Congling, but they were still in the mountains. Even in front of them were daunting snow-capped mountains one after another. Almost every snow-capped mountain here was more majestic than Mount Buzhou.

Yang Yi knew that this was what the Central Plains people called West Kunlun, and the boundless snow-capped mountains in front of him were the Tubo Plateau. Pursued by Salamon, they had no choice but to flee to the plateau.

This area was known as the Ali region and Kashmir in later generations.

After more than a month of running away, those who fled and pursued were exhausted, and everyone was injured. Yang Yi also organized many counter-hunting ambushes, but they could only slightly hinder Salamon's progress, but it was impossible to repel them.

The disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves is too great. Although Salamon was also killed and his number was less than 1,500, there were only thirty-nine of them.

Some were killed, some perished with the enemy, and some fled but fell down and never got up again.

In the cruel plateau living environment, there is no need to fight anymore, people are dying every day.

Both sides are dying. When Salamon finally besieged them in the gentle mountain col again, only twenty-nine people were left, including the Holy Lady and Yang Yi.

There was finally no escape.

Yang Yi's sword had long been broken, Akko's holy fire bow had no arrows, Adiao Lindatra was carrying the sun and moon harp on her back, and the sword in her hand was more like a saw.

"Ayang, are we going to die?"

"Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid. But I'm sad that you haven't found your way back yet."

"It doesn't matter, I have found you and am content."

"Ayang, will we be together in the next life?"

"I will definitely do it. Even if I look for you for another five hundred years, I will definitely find you in the next life."

"I'll wait for you, the next life, and the next life, I'll wait for you."

Yang Yi kissed her, took out the broken knife, smiled and said to Lindatra: "A Diao, call my brother-in-law to come and listen."

A Diao raised his serrated sword and said, "I'll scream again in the next life."

They charged towards the enemy.

Blood dyed the snow in the mountains red.

After a while, only the last ten people were left, but they were unable to fight anymore. They no longer had the strength and manpower to form a square formation to resist the enemy. Even if Salamon let them go at this time, ten people would die on the ice and snow plateau.

Ten people sat down together, Yang held Saint A'ke in his arms, and looked up at the vast snow-capped mountains and the sky.

It’s been more than five hundred years. Is he really going to die? Is it true that there is no way back?

Yang Yi was very reluctant, but he could only hug her tightly at this time. Saint Akko holds the dagger. She will never allow herself to be caught by Salamon, nor will she live alone.

Yang Yi didn't stop her, knowing that stopping her would be useless, and she would not leave without herself.

Is it really over? No more chance?

Suddenly, majestic horn horns sounded all around, causing the snow on the surrounding cliffs to fall. Then a huge cavalry appeared around them.

There are at least five thousand cavalrymen, all wearing uniform leather jackets and leather armor. Half of them were riding horses from the Tubo Plateau, and the other half were riding yaks. They were holding sharp spears in their hands, and had scimitars and long bows on their waists.

This is a regular army, a plateau light cavalry.

The sudden appearance of the army made Yang Yi and Salamon afraid to act rashly.

Two extremely generous and heroic yaks came out of the military formation. They were more than twice as big as the buffaloes in the Central Plains and were about to catch up with the smaller elephants.

There were two old men sitting on the backs of the yak. ​​They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes. One of them was not angry. He asked in a deep voice: "Who are you and why did you break into my Guge territory to fight?"

Yang Yi did not answer him, but stared directly at the old man next to him.

The old man is too ugly, with a wide mouth, a flat nose, and squinty eyes. Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to marry a wife at such a young age, and it would also impress the men who have met him.

Yang Yi asked: "Are you... Xu Zhu?"

The ugly old man suddenly looked at Yang Yi. He had never forgotten such a familiar voice in his life. This voice accompanied him in his most miserable childhood and youth. When everyone despised him, this voice accepted him as his apprentice and taught him martial arts.

"I am Xu Zhu, you...who are you?"

"Hahahaha..." Sheep raised his head to the sky and laughed loudly. He had never laughed so wildly, and his smile was louder than a horn.

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Salamon died. He was beaten to death in the mountain col by the furious Xu Zhu, and a generation of Yue Clan martial arts geniuses perished.

After two rounds of charges by the Guge Kingdom's cavalry, the Persians of the Moon Clan were reduced to less than five hundred people, and then they knelt down and surrendered.

The five thousand Guge cavalry were not the most terrifying. The crazed Xu Zhu ran rampant in the Persian crowd of the Moon Clan, killing anyone who raised his hand, like a roaring lion.

Salamon's son Salama was also seriously injured by Xu Zhu, and he vomited blood one by one.

With Xu Zhu's tyrannical appearance, it is hard to imagine that he came from the Shaolin Temple, a Buddhist temple with a compassionate heart. Even after he personally helped the sheep onto the Guge sedan, he was still trembling with anger and pointed at the densely knelt Persians of the Yue Clan.

"Kill, kill them all, leave no one alive."

The Guge cavalry raised their long bows.

"No. Mr. Xu Zhuzi, please let them go." Saint Akademo has the true heart of a Bodhisattva.

"They are all my people, please spare them."

Xu Zhu asked Yang Yi with his eyes, and Yang Yi nodded: "Let it go."

Xu Zhu stamped his feet: "Forget it!" The cavalrymen put away their bows and arrows one after another.

The saint walked in front of the Persians of the Moon Clan and said to Salama: "Salama, don't go back to Persia, Okili will kill you all. Take them to Tianzhu, listen to what A Yang said, Going south over the snow-capped mountains, we reach Tianzhu, where the climate is mild and the land is fertile, making life easy."

"Salamon, you must protect the people of the Moon Tribe." The saint said with tears, "Don't let them die again, let them all live."

The surviving Yue people shed tears of remorse. They knelt at the feet of the saint, chanted her holy name, and thanked her for the grace of the holy light.

The Guge cavalry moved out of the way, and Salama took the last Yue people on the road to move south, heading towards Tianzhu. They swore in the name of the sacred fire that they would never return to the northern foothills of the Himalayas.

Yang Yi breathed a long sigh of relief. The five hundred years of grievances he had with the Moon Clan Persia were finally wiped out today.

Is it really?

Salama led the remaining Persian moon tribesmen, and after a difficult journey, they reached the fertile Indian plains, where they thrived since then. In the long history that followed, the descendants of the Yue Clan experienced many bloodline fusions, including fusion with the Aryan moon-worshipping group that entered Tianzhu earlier.

Over the long years, the descendants of the Yue people have established their own kingdoms in India, with successes and failures, until the majority of them migrated to Nepal at the southern foot of the Himalayas.

Later, they were called Gurkhas, and the Salama family was the leader of the Gorkhas. The descendants of Salama were called Sharmas.