Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

There was a clattering sound between the horseshoes and the gravel in the river. Zhao Jun rode into the river valley after the wolf tribe's troops were defeated, and pursued them along the direction of the river.

The distance was less than ten miles. Under the pursuit of Zhao Jun's side cavalry, Yang Ming soon saw the shadow of the wolf tribe's defeated troops.

"Prince Touman, Zhao Jun is catching up." A wolf tribe soldier who noticed the movement behind him shouted to Touman.

"Don't worry about them." Touman said without looking back.

"Prince Touman, one of us needs someone to take over." A wolf soldier who followed closely beside Touman said.

Touman subconsciously looked at the dozens of people around him. At this time, if he was allowed to stay, he wouldn't let these people directly attack him and give him to those Zhao Jun, right?

Thinking of this, Touman's words were stuck in Touman's throat. At this time, he was really not allowed to have a chance to make a mistake.

"If we want to go together, if we want to die together, how can I abandon the other tribesmen at this time?" Touman, who was thinking a lot for a while, said extremely firm words.

"Prince Touman, as long as you live, we, the wolf clan, will have a chance. I am Huyan from the fifth thousandth household under King Youxian. I still have an old mother and a young brother at home."

"Good brother, I swear by the heroic spirits of my ancestors that if I can return to the grassland, your relatives will be my relatives."

The wolf tribesman who called himself Yan immediately stopped. With his example in front, a dozen wolf tribesmen hesitated for a moment and announced their homes one after another.

Touman looked at the barely familiar faces, and the calculations in his heart disappeared instantly, leaving only an inexplicable sadness. Under the sadness, there was a flame, which was the flame of hope.

"Prince Touman, let's go quickly." A dozen people who were already lagging behind shouted in unison.

"You are the true warriors of the wolf tribe." Touman turned his head, looked at the deep valley in front of him, and rode away. At this time, any words he said were disrespectful to the lives of the people left behind. Only by living can we To have value, let the living and the dead have value.

"The wolf clan has no shortage of brave men who are brave enough to die." Sima Qiu said, seeing the wolf clan soldiers left behind in the distance, who was also Li Mu's personal soldier with Yang Ming.

"It would be strange if the wolves that have been able to fight against the border troops for so many years are all weak-footed people." Yang Ming lowered his body and said.

"But that's it. This time, no one from the wolf clan can escape from this valley." As Sima Qiu spoke, he had already led a group of people to separate from the large army and accelerated towards the wolf clan standing in front. The soldiers rushed away.

Although the wolf soldiers of more than ten people were determined to die, in the face of absolute power, they only resisted for a moment and turned into corpses in the river valley.

Zhao Jun's side cavalry immediately moved forward to catch up.

During the pursuit of Zhao Jun's side cavalry, the number of wolf soldiers became less and less. When the pursuit was dozens of miles away, there were only less than five cavalry left by Touman.

Looking at Zhao Jun's side cavalry getting closer and closer behind him, Touman was completely desperate. The blood aroused by the loss of life of his subordinates had now turned cold.

He is desperate, desperate that his life is coming to an end, desperate that his ambitions have not been realized.

He was angry and resentful of the injustice of heaven.

He was puzzled. He didn’t know why Yang Ming wanted to pursue him. Among the wolves, his status was not high. He had no other status except that of a great Chanyu’s parent and son. Yang Ming wanted military exploits. , it is more appropriate to hunt down his father, the Great Chanyu of the Wolf Clan, and to hunt down his uncles and brothers, all of whom have kingships in the Wolf Clan.

But Yang Ming just focused on him and chased him all the way from Yanmen City to the Yinshan Valley.

"No more escaping, just death. All wolf warriors, follow me." Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Touman mustered up his last bit of courage and rode towards the pursuers behind him.

He knew very well that he was certain to die. In front of Yang Ming, someone might be able to escape with his life, but that person would definitely not be him.

Amidst the clash of weapons, Touman was knocked off his horse by a halberd. The few remaining wolf soldiers around him were also beheaded by the Zhao army's side cavalry.

"Why don't you kill me?" Touman, who was pressed on his shoulders by the halberd, raised his head with difficulty and looked at Yang Mingdao.

At this moment, a desire for survival arose in his heart. Since Yang Ming did not kill him immediately, does that mean he still has hope of living?

"Don't get me wrong, the reason I didn't pick you to death just now was just to tell you something." Yang Ming looked down at Tou Man and said.

"What are you talking about?" Tou Man asked.

"The person I want to kill can't be saved even if King Yan comes." Yang Ming said calmly.

Touman was in a trance for a while and couldn't even realize why Yang Ming said such an inexplicable sentence. After a moment of confusion, he remembered that this was exactly what Yang Ming said when he first chased him. .

"You started from Yanmen City and chased me for nearly a thousand miles, didn't you just want to tell me this sentence?" In a daze, Touman thought of a reason that was not a reason.

"Not bad." Yang Ming said.

"You..." Touman pointed at Yang Ming, his fingers trembling with anger.

Along the way, he was hunted down several times and became desperate. Looking at the people around him being chased by Zhao Jun's cavalry one by one, the despair of repeatedly struggling on the edge of life and death tortured people to the point of mental breakdown.

He didn't understand why Yang Ming was chasing him, and even told himself in despair that the reason why the enemy pursued him was because he was very important in the enemy's recognition. For this reason, he did not forget to tell him in despair For me, being able to be pursued relentlessly by the enemy is an affirmation of myself.

But now Yang Ming told him that the reason for chasing him was just for that sentence, which was not ridiculous, but it was extremely ridiculous to say it at this time.

Touman trembled in anger and said, "Are you sick? You are chasing me here for this sentence. Is this sentence really so important?"

"It may not be important to you, but to me, it is very important. If I can't kill you, how can I understand my thoughts?"

"Madman, madman." Touman shouted desperately.

In Touman's despair, Yang Ming swung his halberd, and an angry and ferocious head was chopped off by the halberd blade.

Lifting his head off the ground, Yang Ming looked forward. There was another world at the other end of the river valley, but now was not the time to go to that world.

It's time to go back.

Yang Ming turned the horse's head and said, "Return to the army, our war is over."

Hundreds of riders walked on the gravel, walking towards the way they came in the cold wind in the river valley.