Martial Sage

The foothills of Yinshan Mountain.

Compatriots of the same Turkic race, but in front of the Yinshan Gorge, stand in a stalemate.

The approaching step by step and the words that sounded hairy inside made Dolly Khan a bit dry.

For a while, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in my heart.

Dolly Khan held the horse's rein tightly with his left hand, slowly pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, his face was green, and he looked at the footpath with cold eyes.

"what do you need?"

Bugen on the horseback opposite, grinned.

Against the backdrop of the fire, this smile was extremely gloomy and oozing.

A violent shout suddenly came from the cracked mouth.

"I want you to be the head of the head, dedicated to General Tang, to pave the way for the future of our Turks!"

The moment the deep words fell, the cold blade was flashing with a long, cold light that was set off by the firelight.

Bugen pinched the horse's belly, raised the scimitar, and shouted.

"kill!"

The awe-inspiring killing intent suddenly radiated from this burly body, and when the hip horse was ejected, the four thousand horses behind him followed closely with knives.

A hundred steps apart, just a few seconds away.

Almost at the same moment, Dolly Khan's heart suddenly chilled, and he unconsciously withdrew a step back.

In the eyes, a hideous face was clearly visible, and the cold light from those cold eyes only made him stand upright.

Subconsciously, Dolly Khan pulled out a scimitar with his right hand, trying to block it.

Suddenly the figure on the back of the horse on the opposite side violently, the war horse rushed over.

When the horse heads meet.

Jin Ge mingled, sparks shot in all directions, and the muffled sound of subtle sharp blades entering the flesh came out at the same time.

The horses staggered past, buffered a certain distance, and stopped.

Bugen straddled his horse and stood in the slaying chaos.

The burly figure holds the knife in his right hand, and holds the bloody head in his left hand, and raises it high.

Behind him, the headless body swayed and fell from the horse's back.

The savage voice came from this savage body.

"armistice!"

"Dolly Khan is dead!"

The two teams that were still fighting slowly stopped, and everyone looked at the figure holding the head in the circle.

In Hokage, Bugen is like an iron tower, extremely powerful.

An angry shout came from the crowd.

"You traitor! If you dare to kill Khan, you are not afraid..."

Whoosh.

The sharp blade flew out.

Before the words were finished, the cold light embedded impartially into the speaker's neck.

The voice stopped abruptly, and the speaker was spitting out red blood, clutching the cold blade, staring at the big eyes of the copper bell, shaking it twice, and planting the war horse with one head.

Bugen restrained the horse, took two steps slowly, and shouted.

"Conqueror, put down your weapons."

"Otherwise, kill on the spot!"

Meeting those sharp eyes, the former corporal Dolly Khan felt that there was a sharp knife stuck to the back of his neck and his heart suddenly became cold.

On the battlefield, there was no sound.

Bugen standing in the circle glared at the crowd, and slowly raised his bloody scimitar.

This time, Bu Gen thought and blood connected, and gave these soldiers the last chance to choose.

At this moment.

Snapped.

The sword fell to the ground, a soldier rolled off his horse and knelt on one knee, shouting with a touch of horror.

"I... I dropped."

The main general is dead, and these soldiers are facing a brutal massacre.

This fleeting vitality is undoubtedly a beam of light in the dark, shining into the heart of every soldier.

This Dolly Khan was not a little bit different from the previous hero.

The fearless sacrifice for such a person is really worthless.

Then again, who is willing to work hard for a headless corpse?

In a moment.

The sound of the weapon's blade falling is endless.

Many soldiers got down and bowed down one after another.

Bu Gen's gaze traveled around the battlefield for a week, a smile appeared on his face, said.

"The whole army! Go back to camp!"

...

On the prairie.

Li Wanqing, who was gradually approaching Xinghuo, felt anxious in her heart.

Every step closer, I only feel that the gradually clear laughter is like a sharp blade, scratching in my heart, causing pain and dripping blood.

A single rider suddenly broke out in front and came straight.

Li Wanqing, who was attached to the horse's back, became sober in an instant, looking at the floating black shadow, and screaming.

"Who is here?"

The black lights went blind and went deep into the grassland. Li Wanqing's first reaction was the enemy scout.

As he spoke, his right hand was subconsciously placed on the hilt of the Tang Dao around his waist.

There was a clear shout, and the figure in front of him was taken aback for a moment, and then he was pleasantly surprised.

This time, there was only one female general in the entire army, and that was Li Wanqing.

After identifying this team, the scout reined in a shout.

"General Lee!"

"The subordinates were ordered by General Zheng to report victory."

As he spoke, Li Wanqing's team had already approached.

Li Wanqing looked at the Tang people's face reflected under the lights, and then slowly relaxed.

Before he spoke, the scout in front had already spoken, said.

"General Li marched at night, why didn't he light a torch."

"Although it is in this vast grassland, it is inevitable that there are low-lying places and horses' legs are broken."

Hearing this, Li Wanqing suffocated.

Recalling the fierce battle he had just ignited the torch, he asked with no anger.

"You are like this, you are not afraid that the enemy will find you and behead you?"

"Because you are a scout, this is not clear?"

As soon as the voice fell, the scout grinned and said.

"The subordinates are going to report this to General Li!"

"At the moment, the entire northern grassland is the territory of Datang, where are there any enemy troops!"

After listening to this, Li Wanqing, together with the soldiers behind him, felt shocked, blurted out, said.

"what?!"

"this……"

The scout shook the torch in his hand, reflecting the unbelievable faces on the opposite side, and said loudly.

"Not far in front is the Turkic camp. If General Li doesn't believe it, he will know at a glance."

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