Chapter 7 fourth quarter

December 23rd, midnight. Buhua sat in his tent, gently stroking the strings of his new bow, waiting for the sound.He had already made all the preparations, put on his armor, fed enough fodder to Muli's bone-breaking dragon, inserted Muli's wolf blade into his scabbard, and filled it with armor-piercing arrows. The quiver passed to him by his father, and the stringing and oiling of a good newly chosen bow.He can rush to the battlefield at any time, just waiting for the Kui drum to sound. All the men in the northern capital who can go to battle tonight will not fall asleep, they will all be waiting.This may give them the last chance to win, and they must decide the battle as soon as possible. The preparations for the battle have consumed a lot of food and horse grass, and the remaining reserves have become increasingly limited.

There is still about one hour before dawn, so it doesn't take much time to guess that the decisive battle will be in the early morning.The exact time of this battle has not been announced to anyone, due to fear of leaking information.The nobles and generals tacitly understood that Muli's disastrous defeat was due to being ambushed by the white wolf regiment. Someone leaked Muli's tactics, and his status in the northern capital was not low.Mu Li has been careful to keep it secret, and did not issue various orders until the moment before the battle, and it is not ordinary people who can accurately know the location of the final battle.

Before nightfall, the majesty suddenly sent someone to reward ghost bows with one thousand people, five hundred sheep and two hundred altars of Gurqin spirits. Now the aroma of mutton and spirits is floating in this tent.Don't know why.Because there may not be many of them who can come back alive. In the past two days, he kept sketching the last moment of the tactic in his mind, when Zuo Feng's tiger and leopard cavalry brigade suddenly collapsed, when the white wolf group was the proudest and most arrogant.A thousand black-clothed archers protruded from the disintegrated left front, piercing straight into the heart of the white wolf regiment, where Meng Le Huo'er was, the armor-piercing arrows were like low-flying locust swarms.The opponent would fight back with a bow and arrow and a whirling iron axe, and his brothers over the years would fall from the horse one by one. To pierce that armor before the arrow wears away is victory.

Buhuaca hoped that he would be the one who shot the last arrow, even if he would die under the enemy's arrow afterwards.He was not afraid, and he wanted to use this battle to prove something for the dead old slave and his three thousand Bowles. He remembered that moment when he jumped at the old man, wanting to yell something, but it was too late.The gush of neck blood set off against the pale sky, gorgeous and sad. Don't take a deep breath, don't want to always think about those sad scenes before the decisive battle. The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a figure flashed in, "General Buhua, please take your ghost bow out of the North City Gate to form a team."

That was Azule Danayan's companion Baru, who is now a well-known warrior in the northern capital. "Don't you know how to play drums?" Bu Hua stood up. Balu handed a golden arrow to Buhuasa, "I will give the order to leave the city one by one to each of the generals. The time is different before and after. Everyone will complete the whole team before they beat the drums and set off." "Worried about the news leaking out?" Baloo nodded. "Don't light too many torches, as long as you can see clearly." Led by Buhuala, a cavalry team composed of a thousand ghost bows marched on the bridleway in the northern capital city.The entire northern capital was asleep, but the men had already ridden their horses and left the village. They tried their best to keep quiet. The hooves of the horses were wrapped in cotton and leather. Both men and horses had their heads in their mouths.More and more flags came together, with different family crests and different colors. The warriors saluted with their eyes and moved towards the north gate.

Feeling excited, Buhuala touched the armor-piercing arrows in the quiver, which were as dangerous as poisonous snakes.He found hope from this silent march, they are like stealth assassins now, and when the people of Shuobei find out that they are attacking, they will be surprised and caught off guard. The army moved to the north gate, and was deployed in their respective positions under the command of Balu and Baza. Buhuala had never seen such a complex formation of grassland people, and every detail seemed to be full of deep meaning.His eyes widened, trying to make sense of it, but his brain was in a mess, like trying to untangle a tangled silk thread with a warrior's rough hands, and he couldn't start.

The purple-black Lilong walked up to him and stopped, and the armored Asule and Buhuala looked at each other. "Da Nayan also went to fight in person?" Buhuala said. "My teacher said that a real general is never in the rear of the battle, because he is not in the fiercest part of the battle, he cannot smell the blood on the battlefield, and cannot see a person fall, so he cannot understand the battlefield, and his orders cannot be trusted. " Asule said, "If Ji Ye knows that I am sitting in the city and directing, he will laugh at me." "Himino?" "A good friend of mine is the guy who came to rob the execution ground to save me." Asule smiled.

Buhuasa nodded, "Where will Da Nayan be?" "I will be in the central army, leading Tie Futu and the 10,000 cavalry that my brother gave me. When our front and rear troops are cut off, I will lead the team to charge forward." Buhuala was taken aback, "No! That's the most dangerous position. If something happens to Da Nayan, who will take command?" Asule shook his head, "Once the battle starts, according to this formation, we don't need to command, and no one can command us. The enemy and us will fall into a melee, each will be scattered, and the two armies will be separated from each other. As long as the general If we can break in at the right time and go straight into the center of the White Wolf Group, we will have the hope of winning."

Buhuala was silent for a while, "Da Nayan, even if you are not afraid of death, you don't have to. You are not an ordinary warrior, you are a descendant of the Pasur family, someone who could have been a maharaja." Asule bowed his head and smiled, "For a person like me, being a maharajah will harm more people? It's not that I'm not afraid of death, but for a young and inexperienced person like me, if I'm not in that position, why should I be in that position?" Let everyone believe in me? I need everyone to believe in me, if everyone has doubts in their hearts, our hope is gone."

He raised his head and exhaled into the dark sky, "Himino said that I always have no confidence and feel that I am useless. I am very happy to have such a chance to make me feel useful." "Are those white wolves?" Asule pointed to the north. The sky had already turned slightly white, and with unspoiled and sharp eagle eyes, some black shadows loitered a few miles ahead. "Yes, it's the white wolf who came out at night to eat the corpses." Bu Huaca looked at it for a long time, then nodded, "Generally, the master wouldn't follow, those beasts probably wouldn't notice that we were forming a formation."

"Well, it's best if we approach their camp before the enemy notices it, so that they don't have time to set up an ambush," Asule said, "Is the camp's location absolutely reliable?" "It's absolutely reliable. After the Battle of Tainale River, we had an excellent scout who hid in the snow, followed the retreating Shuobei people, and found the location of their camp. We have been sending people to monitor quietly these days." Asule nodded slightly, then wrinkled again, "It's a little strange...why do I think there are many more wolves eating corpses today than before?" Buhuaca jumped on the horseback to observe the distance, and counted those shadows one by one.An unspeakable uneasiness surged in his heart. What Asule said was right. In the past, there were at most a hundred wolves eating corpses outside the city, but now there were at least two or three hundred shadows wandering there, and the number was still increasing.Dawn has arrived, the sky is dark white and the grasslands are pitch black, and the horizon gradually becomes clear like a knife edge. I don't spend a lot of time watching the shadows of galloping wolves leap to the horizon and join the pack of wolves gnawing on the corpses.When he estimated that the number of wolves had exceeded five hundred, he realized that something was wrong. "Da Nayan! Let's retreat! You can't fight at this time!" Bu Huaca looked back at the formation of front arrows that was about to take shape, "What's wrong! There are too many wolves!" "I know, look there." Asule's face turned slightly pale, and he pointed into the distance. Buhuasa looked along his fingers, a chill surged up from the bottom of his heart, choking into his throat.It was a taller, burlier, and more majestic shadow than other giant wolves, and it was stepping onto the horizon with a regal posture. It walked slowly and vigorously, and every step made snowflakes fly away. It shook its body in the wind , The long hair like a horse's mane flies like a battle flag.Behind it, a red sun is slowly rising, and on its back, sits a black figure, and one can vaguely see the man holding a heavy ax in his hand. The emperor among wolves stood still, raised his head and roared at the rising sun.All the wolves approached it and howled after it.The Qingyang warriors in the whole team were stunned, and the roar of wolves came like a sea, as if to engulf them. Hundreds and thousands of wolves ran wildly up to the high ground, and joined the pack of wolves that had eaten the carcass before. Following the pack of wolves, men with tomahawks and giant axes appeared, and they stepped onto the wolf pack one by one. back.The first man who appeared pushed a broken flag into the snow, and the flagpole sank halfway, and the men riding wolves gathered under the flag. "Baiye Canglang Banner," Bu Huala felt the fear in her heart float up from the depths like a bubble, "That's Shuobei Wolf Lord! The whole White Wolf Group is there!" The Ninth King Erlu came galloping on his horse, "Retreat! Retreat! Can't attack! They are already prepared, and they know when we will attack!" Asule's face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, and he shook his head, "You can't retreat." "This is not the time to fight!" Ninth King was anxious and angry, "Have you ever faced Meng Lehuo'er? That's not a human, it's a devil!" "It's too late." Asule pointed to the gate of the northern capital behind, "We have an army of 30,000 people outside the city, and we have to pass through that gate. Even if we retreat from now on, it will take a long time to get there." Withdraw into the city. Before more than half of us enter the city, the white wolves will attack us from behind. If the people behind us can't stop the white wolves, the wolves will follow the retreating people into the northern capital. What will happen if wolves enter Beidu?" "Traitor!" Jiu Wang growled, "Second time! We have been betrayed!" There was a commotion in the Qingyang army. The three of them looked into the distance together, and there was another big flag. Under Hudulu Khan's golden wolf flag, the cavalry from Shuobei were gathering, and those majestic Xue Lingo horses trotted around the golden wolf flag, This circular formation of cavalry gradually changed from hundreds of people to tens of thousands. The warriors galloped and shouted wildly, in stark contrast to the silent white wolf group not far away. Bach, Ba Bang and Mu Haiyang all came on horseback, and the generals of the Qingyang Department had already understood the situation in front of them.They didn't have to talk, they only communicated with anxious eyes, and then looked at A Sule together. Asule lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. "Close the city gate." He made up his mind, looked up and looked around, "Still follow the original tactics, and fight Shuobei outside the city." The generals looked at each other a few times, and bowed to salute Asule together.They are all people who are used to the battlefield, as long as they think a little, they know that this is the only way. "I always say that I want to be loyal to Qingyang, but I never thought that the day when I really want to be loyal will be like this," Jiu Wang said with an expressionless expression on his face, "We people have also fought for military exploits on the battlefield. We don't get along well, but today we have to fight this battle with no retreat. I can only hope that everyone will do their best." "Yes!" Everyone answered in unison. "Actually, I have never liked Mu Li," Jiu Wang sighed lowly, "but now I really miss him among us." He turned his horse and ran towards his own team of 3,000 tiger and leopard riders, and the other generals also dispersed, leaving only Asule and Buhuaa standing side by side. "Does Da Nayan have any orders?" Buhuala said. "I told the general on the city wall the day before yesterday. Only you and I knew about it. Everyone knew that we were going to use the 'heart-piercing' tactic, but they didn't know that the final blow would be the general." Asule said in a low voice. "Only you and I know. There must be a traitor in the capital city, but this news will not be leaked, unless the traitor is you or me." "Under this situation, we still want to assassinate the wolf lord among the ten thousand armies?" Buhuasa nodded slightly, "Okay!" "I'll cut up Hudulu Khan's cavalry brigade, and if I can, I'll cut off Hudulu Khan's golden wolf banner," Asule stretched out his hand, looking at Buhuashi, "Baiye Canglang Banner , and leave it to the general.” Buhuala took a look at the young man, and suddenly remembered that it was the skinny old slave Mu Li who shook hands with him before the war, and he did the same thing, with similar eyes.He was silent for a long time, stretched out his hand and held Asule tightly.The two of them worked hard together, and both felt the cold sweat in the other's palm. Buhuala watched Asule also steer his horse away, stroked the long mane of the bone dragon, and let out a long breath. "Close the city gate!" Asule's voice came from the formation. The north gate of the northern capital city is a huge copper gate with iron teeth, which is slowly lowered under the push of the machine, and the iron teeth are inserted into the iron grooves in the ground to completely seal the inside and outside.The warriors led by Ban Zalie, the head of the city, drew their longbows and pointed three thousand sharp arrows outside the city. Once the army under the city left, they could never come back.Even if the friendly army is close to the city wall in the melee, they will be shot and killed by random arrows. The two well-trained troops, the Tiger Leopard Cavalry and the Ghost Bow, remained calm, but there was a faint surge of uneasiness in the central army, and the voices of whispering were endless. "Let's go!" Asule ordered. He was not prepared to say anything to appease his subordinates.There are as many as 10,000 young men temporarily selected from slaves and civilians in this patchwork army. They are all in the central army. Tiger roars about honor and responsibility can't make them forget their fear. When the battle begins, they will suffer the most tragic massacre, and the Chinese army will be cut off alive.This is a key link in the "Broken Arrow" formation. This is the battlefield, some people must die, you can pity them, but there is nothing you can do.Because everyone has their own place, maybe the next moment, you yourself will die. Asule breathed heavily towards the gray sky, trying to remove the heavy stone that was pressing on his heart. The rare southerly wind in winter, the warriors of Qingyang are at the upper wind, and the gradually stronger wind blows the snow and dust towards the Shuobei cavalry at the lower wind. This is a favorable wind direction. It always gives people the courage to go forward. After the trot, the horses warm up, they get excited, raise their heads and neigh, faster and faster. The wind brought the hiss of the large group of horses to the Shuobei cavalry position. The Shuobei cavalry became alert. They realized that the Qingyang people had not lost their fighting spirit. Zuo Feng is a tiger and leopard cavalry known as the strongest cavalry on the grassland, and any enemy should not take it lightly.The vortex-like circular formation of the Shuobei Army stopped rotating, and a gap was opened in the formation. The gap was aimed at the Qingyang Army's frontal formation that was approaching at high speed, like a huge mouth that opened to swallow it. "The circular formation has changed into a half-moon formation." Asule said in his heart.There are also people in the enemy army who understand the Eastern Land Battle Formation. He's not worried, and he doesn't need to be.His teacher is Xi Yan.One of the strongest people in the Eastern Land War, the young genius who shocked the emperor in the Apocalypse Show, the famous general who was always compared with Li Lingxin in the Fengyan era.Asule is full of confidence in his mastery. The advance of the Qingyang army was getting faster and faster, the horses were chasing each other in the billowing snow and dust, and there was the sound of iron knives being unsheathed piece by piece.The untrained new army of the Chinese army gradually couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the charge. The young people tried their best to spur the horses, but the formation gradually dispersed, and the middle section of this "arrow" slowly swelled up and became looser and looser. After galloping for three miles, the entire formation has doubled in length. This was within Asule's expectations, and Hudulu Khan, who was on a higher ground, could easily detect this formation change.It is not difficult for them to guess that the cavalry on the left and right fronts are more elite, and the training of the central army is far behind, which is the weakness of the Qingyang army. The half-moon formation in the north of Shuo was changing. The crescents protruding forward on the left and right sides rapidly elongated, and the shape of the moon became bigger and bigger. Tens of thousands of cavalry brigades flew from the left and right wings, obviously forming an outflanking formation. But the White Wolf Banner was pulled up by a wolf cavalry soldier, and the entire White Wolf Regiment retreated at high speed before the battle began, leaving the frontal battlefield for the cavalry regiment led by Hudulu Khan.Everything is consistent with what Xi Yan said in the formation class in the third year of Emperor Cheng. This deliberately exposed weakness will definitely attract the enemy's two wings to outflank when the cavalry confronts.And Xi Yan once imagined that he just heard about wolf cavalry that he had never seen with his own eyes. When Asule didn't even know whether this wolf riding army really existed on the grassland, Xi Yan asserted that they could not be killed. Used as a force for frontal conflict, because they are too precious to withstand losses, and those giant wolves carrying people on their backs lack the stamina for prolonged battles, so they are bound to be used as surprise soldiers. Asule's heart was excited, he had taken the first step to success.He looked up at the sky, thinking of the man in the prison in Nanhuai, thinking of his smiles, making jokes, but inadvertently planted his most precious knowledge in the hearts of Asule and Jiye, and he looked forward to those seeds sprouting Hair growth, he expects students to grow into heroes. "General, you have to live, wait for me to go back!" Asule said silently. He pulled out Yingyue abruptly, pointed his long knife at the sky in front of him, "Forward! Trample them down! This is the day we avenge Qingyang's shame!" "Kill! There is no way for us!" Zuo Feng's Nine Kings roared, hitting the top of their heads with two sabers, making a piercing bang. The Muhaiyang troops on the right also pushed their speed to the limit. The left and right fronts were all extremely sharp cavalry. They gathered further towards the central army. The horses were running close to each other. They had formed an indestructible arrow. The "heart piercing" is about to begin. There were only two enemies in front of them, Shuobei cavalry in the rear, Hudulu Khan under the banner of the Golden Wolf, and further away, Meng Lehuoer under the banner of the White Wolf. This is a sharp arrow that is going to pierce two eagles. It has already left the string, and there is no turning back! The central part of the Shuobei cavalry formation quickly became weak, but the fastest horses and the most elite cavalry were concentrated on the left and right wings, like crane wings that spread and fold, avoiding the sharp left and right fronts of the Qingyang cavalry, and rushed from the center of the central army. inserted. Almost at the same time that the front line of the former army rushed into the Shuobei position, the two wings of Shuobei crossed and cut left and right, cutting off the "arrow" from the middle of the "shaft".The new army was dispersed after a little resistance, the "arrow" was broken, and the front and rear were separated to surround.Bach, who stayed in the rear and maneuvered, led the iron cavalry of Mosel's family to take over the position of the new army, and started a fierce battle with the Shuobei people.He had to stick to at least half of the timing, which was what Asule asked him to do.The former army was also surrounded, and the Shuobei people, who were outnumbered, surged up from all directions. The left and right fronts collided with Shuobei cavalry at the same time, and the men roared and waved their sabers in the splash of blood. Asule looked to the north to determine the distance between him and the two wolf banners of Jin Jin and Bai Ye. Standing in front of him was the 15,000 Shuobei cavalry. He needed to break through these people.He promised that Buhuaca would cut off the Golden Wolf Banner, which would also trigger the charge of the White Wolf Group.His hand holding the knife was hot, and his heartbeat quickened under the roar of the army. He was still two and a half miles away from Hudulu Khan's Golden Wolf Banner. Bimogan led the nobles to the wall of the northern capital.Neither of them knew the exact time of the battle, they were woken up in their early morning dream by the loud shouts of killing outside the city. Unlike the battle by the Tainale River, both sides were already familiar with each other's strength and equipment. This battle did not require any temptations, and the whole army was on top from the very beginning. "Split in two?" The master of the Tokele family frowned, "This is a big taboo in using soldiers." "Maybe it was intentional," the owner of Wu Chijin's family shook his head. "The rear army is only delaying the enemy's brigade. The front army has concentrated the superior forces of the Nine Kings, Mu Haiyang and the Maharaja's soldiers. Although there are many people in Shuobei, There is no advantage, and our army still has spare strength." "Asule learned something amazing in Donglu!" Bimogan praised.He clearly saw that the left and right forwards of the former army were still advancing under the heavy pressure of the Shuobei people. The tiger and leopard cavalry, eager to avenge their shame, chose the best of the elite to fight. They really cared about dying on the battlefield. They cared more about their own reputation. The last time they were startled by the white wolves and retreated, these fierce men couldn't hold their heads up in front of their families. "There is hope, the majesty has chosen the right leader!" The master of Wu Chijin nodded, "But although he has courage, the strength of the army is still a little worse than that of Shuobei, right?" "Respected Master Wo Chijin, this sentence can be reserved for us to say when we take down the head of the wolf king." Bi Mogan said. "Take the wolf king's head?" the owner of Wu Chijin's family was taken aback.On the prairie, some people would think about how to defeat Shuobei's army, but taking off the head of that devilish man gave people a kind of fear that was almost god-killing, which he had never thought of. "Yes, what Asule is going to do is such a remarkable thing!" Bimogan narrowed his eyes slightly, "If the thief we guessed really exists, then he is among us, and now he already knows our identity. The purpose, but there is no chance to tell Mengle Huo'er!" Everyone fell silent, looked at each other, and speculated about each other. "Brother, Asule is really not simple!" Guimu firmly held the handle of the "Lion's Tooth" at his waist, his eyes were full of the urge to go into battle. "Yeah, standing on the city wall and looking down, he is a little different from before." Xu Dahan said lightly, and then he sighed lowly. Guimu sensed that his brother was in a bad mood, and pressed Xu Dahan's shoulder, "If brother, you lead the army, this battle can be fought just as beautifully, no... more beautifully!" "I'm not bothered about these things," Xu Dahan pushed away Guimu's hand and lowered his voice, "We who are bleeding from Shuobei can only be spectators." "But Asule also has Shuobei blood." Guimu retorted, "Asule's experience on the battlefield, how can it compare with your brother, brother, you have faced Kuafu's army in the west!" "But he is very simple. Asule is a very simple person," Xu Dahan said in a low voice, "you can tell what he wants, what he is worried about, and what he is afraid of just by looking at his eyes. So Bimogan will trust him." He stared at Guimu, "Can you see what I'm thinking from my eyes?" Guimu froze for a moment and scratched his head. "No, you can't see it," Xu Dahan said quietly, "Sometimes I can't see it myself in the mirror." His sigh was swallowed by the high-pitched shouts outside the city. Asule was caught in the middle of the cavalry, visually measuring the distance between him and the Golden Wolf Cavalry, there was only one and a half miles left. He recalled the battle at Shibume Taniguchi and Liguo Thunder Riders. It was a classic battle between the famous general of the Eastern Continent and the overlord of the cavalry. A fierce attack was launched from a distance, and the red tide was rolling, like a broken bamboo.This was his only actual cavalry combat experience. He was trying to figure out the distance, hesitating when to start "Broken Arrow", which was the second step of "Broken Arrow Formation", and he would personally lead the troops. A tiger and leopard galloped up to him on horseback, "Da Nayan, the left and right fronts have lost more than half!" The left and right forwards supported by morale could not last long after losing more than half. Asule looked at Balu, Baza and Haleza behind him, and the three nodded to him at the same time. "Order left and right, prepare for 'broken arrows'!" He ordered the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, and at the same time took out the golden token with the flying tiger pattern that Bimogan gave him from his cuff, and held it high above his head, "Flying the barracks! Ready to charge!" Behind him is the Flying Barracks, a part of Qingyang's nine cavalry that has disappeared for many years. Bimogan restored this cavalry, trained them personally, and took them as his own soldiers.At this moment, 10,000 men are wearing 10,000 pieces of Donglu iron armor, holding 10,000 folding iron knives made by Donglu Chunguo. This is a new force, and Asule has been carefully protecting them behind the left and right fronts. Looking down from the city wall of the northern capital at this moment, the "arrowheads" at the front of the Qingyang Army suddenly split open, and the cavalry of the Nine Kings and Mu Haiyang squeezed the Shuobei cavalry to the two sides respectively, sweeping away a line of dozens of people. A wide road. The "broken arrows" of the Flying Barracks burst out the murderous aura that had accumulated for a long time. Da Nayan Asule Pasur took the lead, and ten thousand men in red cloaks followed him, clapping their horses and wielding their knives, roaring loudly. The Shuobei cavalry changed their faces. Donglu Liguo's "Two Duan Chong" was reproduced on the grassland, 10,000 people were divided into a front team of 5,000 people and a rear team of 5,000 people, separated by hundreds of steps, and directly took the position of the golden wolf flag. Hudulu Khan immediately stood under his battle flag, watching the red-clad Qingyang army not far away, tearing apart the formation in Shuobei at high speed, and approaching him. He frowned slightly. His troops were dominant, but most of them were used to kill the enemy's rear troops and massacre the ineffective Chinese troops. It was difficult to wipe them out, and the troops were trapped and could not be transferred back in time.The troops besieging the enemy's front army were under great pressure. The enemy's left and right fronts were all extremely elite cavalry, and the leader of Qingyang was still hiding a new force behind the left and right fronts, occupying the front for a short while. Force superiority. "My lord, it's dangerous! The enemy army has broken through from the front!" The warrior guard reminded him. "Are you eager to kill me?" Hudulu Khan whispered, looking up at his big gold-woven banner, "Or is my banner too dazzling, attracting moths like a lamp?" "Your Majesty, let's retreat two miles!" said the guard warrior. "If the enemy army rushes in front of us, we will pull up the flag and retreat. It will be very hasty. If the flag is really captured, it will be embarrassing. The enemy It's just a dying struggle, and when most of our army has dealt with the enemy and then turns back, we will win." "I can retreat temporarily, but my flag cannot be withdrawn." Hudulu Khan patted the flagpole, "Starting from today's battle, I will plant my flag southward in every battle until... ...the southern tip of the Eastern Continent!" "But... the enemy army is about to come up." The guard warrior was puzzled. "Leave it to that person," Hudulu Khan smiled. "Since he is such a powerful person, let him guard my flag. Let's go!" The Flying Barracks cavalry pierced through the weak frontal defense of Shuobei. When they completely broke through the Shuobei cavalry's block, the whole team burst into cheers. They are only a few hundred steps away from the golden wolf flag. Those who capture the flag will be regarded as heroes. Each of them aspires to be a hero, but Shizi Shuo Bei did not retreat with his battle flag in time. Give them the best chance. The moment Asule flashed by with his horse, he turned Yingyue to his left hand, and with his right hand grabbed a Shuobei warrior who had no time to dodge from his horse, and threw it forcefully to one side.After a brief wail, the Shuobei man disappeared under the iron hooves of the Flying Barracks Cavalry. Asule felt a little unbearable, and then pulled the rein in shock. There was no longer any obstacle between him and the Golden Wolf Banner. At this moment, he realized that there was no Hudulu Khan or any Shuobei people standing under the banner. There was only one person, an old man, under the banner. The old man who looked very much like Lei Bicheng, the national teacher of Liguo, was Shan Bikong. Shan Bikong stands with his back bent and leaning on the flagpole, like an old man living in the mountains leaning on an old tree to look out. The strong wind brought by the cavalry blew his gray robe and rattled him. He looked calm, lonely and desolate. .Facing the menacing iron cavalry, he didn't show the slightest fear. He exchanged a glance with Asule from a few hundred steps away, then turned around, walked around the Canglang flag with his hands behind his back. This strange scene made the cavalry of the Flying Barracks feel uneasy. They stopped their horses one after another, and stopped at a place more than two hundred steps away from the blue sky of the mountain.It was very difficult for such a huge cavalry army to stop. The cavalrymen panted heavily, waiting for Asule's order. Haleza stopped Asule's horse, "Da Nayan, that's... Priest Chenyue!" "I know." Asule heard Yingyue's uneasy sound, "He is still a very high-ranking priest of Chenyue." "What should I do? Is it a suspicious array?" Asule shook his head, "I don't know." "That's Hudulu Khan, he is retreating towards the White Night Wolf Banner." Balu pointed to the distance.They have climbed to a high place, and the situation within a few miles can be seen clearly. "We can't stop," Asule slashed with his long knife. "We are not far from the Golden King and the Wolf King. We can't stop here. The Nine Kings are right, there is no way for us." Shan Bikong looked at the murderous team on the opposite side.He was already very old, but his eyesight hadn't weakened. He saw the young man surrounded by thousands of troops. He was wearing a white leather armor and holding the long knife of the leader of the sky drive. Ten thousand pairs of eyes are looking at Shan Bikong, this is one-on-one staring, Shan Bikong's eyes are calm and calm. The sound of shouting and killing in the distance was swept up into the sky by the wind, and then suppressed from top to bottom.The high ground he was on was like the beach of the sea of ​​death, the water of which was composed of the blood and wailing of the dead, and it set off a monstrous wave, sweeping over and swallowing him.He was already very old, and he had seen countless people die, and he would not feel sad in the middle of the battlefield, but he always felt tired. The world is full of disturbances, and there are always some reasons why men have to raise their knives to fight, they roar, they slash, and they howl. "This is the sin of this world," Shan Bikong said in his heart, "it's not human." This world was created as a battlefield, doomed to be soaked in blood, and no matter how hard you try to protect it, it will never end the war. Shan Bikong wanted to wave his sleeves and say to those young people who were eager to make meritorious deeds or take revenge, "Back off, you are rushing to your death." But he didn't say it, he knew that all words were useless at this moment, when hatred and blood blinded people's eyes, they couldn't listen to any words. He lowered his head and silently looked at his feet, surrounded by the golden wolf flag, the footprints formed a perfect totem.He breathed slowly, and the totem flickered faintly, gradually matching his breathing rhythm. "No ambush was found nearby," the scout reported to Asule, "but the Shuobei cavalry has already caught up from behind!" Asule turned his head, most of the Shuobei Cavalry Brigade of the Bach Division of the rear army had given up the siege, and the horses galloped at full speed to help the main formation.There are 20,000 people on the opponent, just when the blood is red, the chance of flying the barracks to win is not great.And the blocked former army of the Qingyang Department is doing its best to move closer to the flying barracks. The iron cavalry on the left and right fronts wrap a thousand people who have never made a move in the center. That is a thousand people who are not flamboyant. Covered with a layer of off-white sackcloth, they looked like ordinary recruits from a distance. They didn't bring knives, but they brought 50,000 poisoned arrows. They were still three miles away from the Baiye Canglang Banner in the distance, and there were only 3,000 white wolves there. "Bow and arrow!" Asule shouted, "Shoot that man! I want to cut off the golden wolf flag!" Balu Bazaar led dozens of flying barracks cavalry forward to a place only 100 steps away from the mountain and blue sky. They all raised their bows and set arrows together. When he was in Donglu, he performed martial arts in Daliuying, and every time he shot the first red flower, he fell into his bag. The distant mountains and blue sky slowly raised their eyes, and looked at those bright arrowheads. "Shoot!" Baloo ordered. Dozens of feathered arrows left the string at the same time, and the cavalry of the Flying Barracks immediately drew their bows and drew their swords, ready to charge.No man can escape such a shooting unless he is made of iron. Feather arrows screamed in the air, and Shan Bikong's hand slightly shook the golden wolf flag.A sound like waves hitting the reef suppressed the whistling sound of feather arrows. The cavalry in the flying barracks felt a hallucination in front of them. At the moment when the mountain and blue sky hit the flagpole, a flame-colored light flickered, and a breath The general fluctuations spread out in all directions centered on the flagpole. Their arrows had already arrived in front of Shan Bikong, but when they encountered that wave, they instantly turned into ashes.The steel arrowheads melted into molten iron, fell into the snow and cracked into iron slag, evaporating white air. Bazah was the first to react. He kicked his elder brother in the waist and kicked him off the horse. Pressed into the snow.He heard a hurricane sweeping over his head, with a heat wave like a midsummer, and the hot wind seemed to carry a red-hot knife, trying to cut the back of his head open. When the brothers stood up in horror, they found that the flying barracks warriors who came forward with them were sitting silently on their horses, motionless, like sculptures, but they were completely blackened from the waist and abdomen to the knees. It was all black, and the hot wind seemed to paint a black paint on the people and horses.随即，焦黑的部分碎裂坍塌了，马头掉了下来，人的上半身也掉了下来，大泼大泼的血浆在他们周围泼洒，像是一个个装满血的袋子裂开了，那些血都近乎沸腾，咕嘟嘟冒着气泡，洒在雪地上，蒸汽升腾。 远在三百步外的本队也同样被热风波及，阿苏勒被那道热浪迎面击中，瞬时无法呼吸，吸入的热气像是烙铁一样烫得他五内如焚。 “焚风！”他听说过这种秘术，秘术师们取了日光的精华把它用作杀敌的武器，但他没有想到这种秘术的范围可以到百步之外。 山碧空举起双手，对着天空吟唱，没有人能听懂他在唱什么。他脚下的图腾中有光焰升腾，围绕他盘旋，随着他每一次呼吸更加幽长，那光焰高得越过了旗杆顶。 “巴鲁巴扎！回来！”阿苏勒大喊，“队形散开！所有人，准备弓箭！” 飞虎帐的弓箭射程可以达到一百五十步，他们可以在一百五十步的距离上从四面八方攒射山碧空，焚风杀伤的距离在一百步开外，而且秘术师施术有时间间隔，只要抓住空隙就可以射杀山碧空。 飞虎帐的骑兵们在敌人不可思议的力量前战栗不安，一时间没有人回应阿苏勒。 “我带人冲上去！”哈勒扎从马鞍上摘下他的锥枪，“大那颜不要靠近！” “跟着我！杀了那个妖魔！”他没有等阿苏勒回答，大喊着拍马，直冲出去，飞虎帐冲在最前的几百名骑兵们一愣之后，追随在这个勇士的马后，散开成半月的阵型。 巴鲁和巴扎正匍匐在雪地里往回爬，他们不敢直起身体抬起头，以免被那杀人的热风击中。 “燃烧吧，阳昊之井！”山碧空完成了他的冥想，对着扑进的半月之阵挥袖。 巴鲁和巴扎同时感觉到地面的震动，和焚风袭来的时候不同，携着十倍的暴烈，雪尘冲天而起，晶莹的雪中裹着炽烈的光焰，仿佛大地深处是一个封闭的熔炉，只有深井直达那里，压抑已久的火光直冲上天，笔直如剑。这样吞吐火焰的深井在雪地上如同开花般绽现，每一次的火焰喷射像是一次呼吸，带着雷霆般的巨响。 一次吞吐在距离铁氏兄弟仅仅两丈的地方发生，气浪飞卷，卷起的雪块打在巴鲁的背上，隔着铁质甲胄，巴鲁仍旧吐出了一口血。他拼命抓住弟弟，紧紧把他压入雪层里，用身体压在上面。 他们曾经自负勇力，但是在这股简直能摧毁天地的伟力面前，他们就像雷云中飞翔的两只鸟儿，听着耳边不断的雷鸣，无法挣扎，不知何时就会死去。 哈勒扎带领的飞虎帐骑兵足有三成在阳昊之井发动的第一瞬间就被脚下腾起的火焰震碎之后焚烧，飞虎帐武士们防备着焚风，甩脱了马镫，仅以双腿夹着马腹奔驰，以便随时滚下马鞍，但是当他们看见山碧空挥袖，立刻滚落马鞍时，才发觉火焰从脚下袭来。战马们在它们无法理解的力量前惊慌失措，恐惧地哀鸣着，四处奔驰。 哈勒扎呆呆地站着，不敢相信自己的眼睛，一名骑兵在他面前一丈的地方生生被火焰吞噬了，火焰涌出的一瞬间，他全身的皮肤开裂，鲜血迅速地气化，下一瞬间，他就被火焰中的巨力炸开，身体的碎片四处溅落。哈勒扎是一个天驱，他在下唐军中的老师曾经向他讲述过这些黑衣教士的种种可怕，但当他真的看见，他还是惊呆了，那个吟唱着舞蹈着的山碧空仿佛握住了神的权柄，正无情地惩罚世人。山碧空的神色淡定，目光平静，面对这一切的血腥，他仿佛没有感觉到任何罪恶，只是忠诚地执行他的使命。 “妖……魔！”哈勒扎咆哮，“妖魔！” 山碧空没有理会这个普通人的吼叫，他围绕旗杆款款起舞。那是神临之舞，曼妙而苍劲，如同森林深处的古树在月光下在风里轻轻摇晃着新发的枝条。他呼唤着这片土地上最纯净最浩大的力量凭附在他的身体上，这个时侯他会短暂地超越凡人，化身为半神般的存在，此时他毋庸顾虑那些蝼蚁之辈的愤怒。神的剑已经出鞘，接下来的只有屠杀。 “大那颜，敌军主力跟上来了！”斥候急报到阿苏勒的马前。 增援朔北部本阵的两万骑兵已经绕过了左右锋的阻碍，高速向着他们逼近，刚才被飞虎帐冲散的朔北骑兵也在重新整队，一个巨大的包围网正在向飞虎帐撒开。整个“箭矢”已经被分割作了三个部分，后军的巴赫苦战，而左右锋的九王和木亥阳也在苦战，被保护在中间的不花剌已经意识到局面正在向着不利于他们的方向变化，正带着他的鬼弓竭力要突出来靠近飞虎帐，但他做不到，挡在他前面的不是敌人，而是死战的友军，左右锋已经伤亡过半了，武士们已经没有机会整队冲锋，他们拉住战马挥刀劈砍，甚至下马步战，以血肉相搏。 阿苏勒看见队伍中的九王头盔已经不见了，披散着头发，嚎叫着挥刀。他对这个叔叔有心结，因为是他把整个真颜部灭族。但此时此刻他终于明白这个男人何以名为“青阳之弓”，他也曾像一个普通的武士那样用命去换取功勋，挥刀砍杀。 “杀了蒙勒火儿！杀了他！”九王从一个敌人的心口拔出战刀，对着飞虎帐的方向咆哮，之后扑向了下一个敌人。 阿苏勒听不清他在说什么，但能明白他的意思，在这个战场上他们各有各的位置，也许下一刻他们就会死去，所以没有时间为战友觉得悲伤。 “白狼团……出动了！”斥候的手指颤抖着指向前方。 这是阳昊之井暂时停息的瞬间，雪尘落下，黄金苍狼旗之后三里，白夜苍狼旗开始向他们推进，簇拥着那旗的，是整个白狼团，他们的领袖蒙勒火儿必然也在其中。白狼团终于忍不住出击了，最艰难的局面和最好的机会同时到来，只要不花剌能在朔北部主力骑兵围上来之前突出人群，他们就有机会杀了蒙勒火儿。 他需要为不花剌劈开道路，他必须杀了这个山碧空，提前压制从两翼包夹上来的骑兵。 阿苏勒用手握住刀刃，而后把刀拔出。影月吸取了主人的血，光芒更甚，这柄妖异的刀仿佛从梦中睡醒那样呼吸、搏动，阿苏勒知道刀中栖宿的那些魂魄在不安地呼吼。 他不能允许自己被区区一个人阻挡了成功的路，如果他不成功，不杀了这个人，北都城里要死几十万人！ 山碧空完成了又一次冥想，深深呼吸，再次挥袖，阳昊之井再次爆发，炽热的力量把方圆一里的所有积雪都融化，热水汇成小溪，汩汩地流淌，露出下面结冰的泥土。 “全军压上！”阿苏勒挥刀，“杀了他！不惜一切代价！” 他知道这样的战术会让多少人死去，但是时间已经来不及了。他需要有一个人，趁着山碧空两次施术的间隙冲到他身边，劈下一刀。 “杀了他！”飞虎帐的男人们吼叫着，拍马上前，再不闪避。他们都明白阿苏勒的意思，秘术对他们很可怕，但是也不过和密集如蝗群的箭雨一样，他们都被训练过迎着箭雨冲锋，永远不知道什么时候箭矢会落在自己头上，好比永远不知道火焰什么时候会在自己脚下腾起。 一个巨大的身影从低洼处走上高地，站在山碧空身边，他背着一付床弩般巨大的弓箭，张开了弓，一次把三枚巨箭搭上弓弦。 那是山碧空的夸父学生，桑都鲁哈音，他足有两个蛮族男人的高度，张开的弓十倍于蛮族角弓的力量。 阳昊之井的火焰一再地起落，密集得几乎没有闪避空间，如果这些火焰真的是从地底深处射上来的，此刻这片土地已经变成了蜂窝。飞虎帐的一个千人队在推进到距离山碧空的五十步的时候已经全部落马，他们射出的箭被桑都鲁哈音以一面巨大的铜盾遮挡，山碧空在他的防御之下全力施术。 “大那颜！绕路吧！正面冲不过去！”千夫长满脸焦黑从雪尘中狂奔回来，他的马已经被火焰炸成了两段。 阿苏勒看往左右，左右的朔北部骑兵已经形成了包夹之势。 “没有机会了，”他的声音微微颤抖，“必须从正面直冲过去！继续冲锋！” 飞虎帐的千夫长们沉默了一会儿，一人低声说，“大那颜，这么冲，我们也许都要死在这里。” 阿苏勒看着他们的眼睛，觉得那些目光刺着他，像是钢针。他可以命令他们去战斗，但是无法命令他们去死。 “那么，我去！”他说。 “混账！”有人在阿苏勒的背后咆哮。 仿佛一尊骑马的武神，一身铁浮屠甲胄的巴夯从队伍走出，一巴掌打在那名千夫长的脸上，“大君养你们，是为了让你们在青阳部的生死关头说出这种懦夫的话来？”他拔刀卡在那名千夫长的喉间，“听见大那颜的命令了么？杀了那个妖人！前面的人死了，后面的跟着上！你们全死了，就轮到我，我死了，轮到大那颜自己。” “我不喜欢懦夫，”巴夯的目光狰狞，“宁可我自己杀了他们！” 他紧紧地按住阿苏勒的肩膀，用目光暗示他回头眺望，数以万计的朔北骑兵距离他们只有一里之遥，他们和左右锋之间已经完全被割裂开来，不花刺的一千人已经从虎豹骑阵后移动到阵前，却迎上了大队的朔北骑兵，没法和他们汇合。两军人马拥挤在一起砍杀，鬼弓武士们的箭没了用处，他们纷纷从地上拾起死人掉落的马刀去挥砍。 “看见了么？没时间了，”巴夯低声说，“阿苏勒，领兵的人，上了阵就得当魔鬼，你说冲锋，谁敢退后，就得杀了他。因为你肩上扛着北都城几十万条人命，死几百几千几万人，只要能杀了狼主，都值得。别因为一时的仁慈坏了大事。我带铁浮屠去接应不花刺，你砍断黄金苍狼旗，在我回来前别死，能切开白狼团最好。” “铁浮屠！”巴夯从马鞍的架子上提起沉重的铁骑枪，飞虎帐骑兵散开，隐藏在其中的铁浮屠们暴露出来。他们缓慢而有序地整队，把铁骑枪并作了钢铁荆棘，那些弯曲如镰的枪头指向后方。这就是蛮族骑兵的巅峰之作，七十年前钦达翰王统帅他们的时候，他们有上千人，就是一个可以移动的楚卫山阵，一座不可摧毁的钢铁之山。 铁浮屠们带马开始奔跑，龙血马的血性被战场所激发，它们嘶吼着，越来越快，队形渐渐地分散开，两匹马之间连着的荆棘锁链拉紧。这条战线展开足足有一里的长度，凭着一百人向着对方的上万朔北骑兵发动了包抄。 “我们绕不了路，”阿苏勒的目光一一扫过那些千夫长，“我们的路只在前面。” 他知道巴夯说的对，此刻对于武士们的仁慈毫无用处，只要能杀了狼主，一切的牺牲都有价值。怎能被一个人拦住了去路？怎么可能被一个人挡住了他的决心？怎么能被一个人阻断了青阳部几十万人的生路？ 他心里忽的一股怒气勃发，挥刀指向山碧空，“冲锋！后退的人，我来砍下他们的头！” “是！”千夫长们散开。军令已下，不容违抗。 山碧空觉得自己浑身的血如沸腾般涌动，流动在他筋络中的力量如同一条无法束缚的龙，狂暴地冲击他的关节，要摧毁他的身体。但他的思维清晰，脑海明澈如镜，沛然伟力还在源源不断地化生，他再次逼近自己力量的极限，白日里看不见的星辰依然向着大地抛洒着力量的弧线，组成一张张巨大的网，一直扎入大地深处，而这些错综复杂的线在山碧空的身侧扭曲，力量应着他的冥想汇集在身体里，像是要把它撑裂。 他一而再再而三地吟唱咒文，歌声里阳昊之井烁日喷发，暴烈的力量和火光一起冲向天空，把一批批冲过来的骑兵拦腰斩断。汹涌的热流在一瞬间就能让人体达到极高的温度，有些骑兵聪明避开了力量冲击，却被热流扫过，他们冲出火焰的瞬间，全身的鲜血汽化，整个身体就像是一个炸开的、盛血的皮囊。 他无法计算自己杀了多少人，一件件红氅落下，整片雪地融化，地面如同被神的刀犁耕种过。 他感觉到疲惫了，雷霆般的巨响让他也听不清声音，不断被激飞上天的尘土模糊了他的视线。 阿苏勒只能在烟尘落下的瞬间隐约看见黄金苍狼旗上闪烁的金光，狞厉刺眼。他知道多少人已经死去，因为足有三个千夫长带兵冲向那面大旗，却没有回来。飞虎帐骑兵们在马背上发射了密集的箭矢，但是要么被阳昊之井里冲出的火焰摧毁，要么被桑都鲁哈音的铜盾挡住，凡是能够靠近到山碧空身边的骑兵没有人避过桑都鲁哈音的巨箭，那一箭射来，能把人整个抛下战马，或者击碎头颅。 白夜苍狼旗仍在逼近，狼骑兵们决不着急，他们只出动了一个人就挡住了这边的上万大军。他们此时加入战场只是要更快地收割头颅。 他的后方，铁浮屠战马践踏着朔北骑兵，绷紧的铁链上挂着死人的尸骨，要为不花刺冲开一条路。时间所剩不多，如果白狼团来到面前而鬼弓主力还没到，他们将失去杀死狼主的唯一机会。如果不花刺赶到了而他们没能突破山碧空的阻碍冲散白狼团，不花刺只能望着白狼团兴叹。他只剩下唯一的选择，用人命趟开一条路，只要一柄刀，或是一支箭，就足够多样死那个辰月教士，只要他们能越过面前雷池般的法阵。 “下一队！”阿苏勒挥刀大吼，“下一队！我们要……斩下呼都鲁汗的旗！” 阳昊之井爆发的声音震耳欲聋，世界仿佛要在这轰响中崩塌。阿苏勒感觉到那扑面而来的烟尘里蕴含着宏大如整个世界的悲伤，那些生龙活虎的年轻人带马从他身边驰过，走出巨大的之字形，试图绕过危险的火井，然而一队接一队地落马，残断的肢体无处不是，下一队武士又踩着战友的尸体咆哮着带马冲锋。 他想起息衍跟他说起过秋天那些溯流而上去云中产卵的鲱鱼群，它们要经过危险的寒云川，那里等候着狡黠的猎人们，那些鸬鹚、熊和危险的鲶鱼群等待着它们一年之中最丰盛的筵席，熊在河滩上等待，鸬鹚在水面上游荡，鲶鱼群沉在水底，张着嘴，露出锋利的牙齿，等待着这些肉味鲜嫩的鲱鱼。没有畏惧也没有迟疑，鲱鱼们知道它们历尽千辛万苦从大海深处来到这里是为了什么，只有短暂的几天激流涌动的寒云川平静一些，它们必须一往无前地冲过猎人们布下的网。任凭熊的利爪起落，鸬鹚和鲶鱼君把多数的同伴从身边叼走撕碎，它们只是拼尽了全力往前游，每前进一寸就更接近云中，那里有一个温暖、满是水藻的湖泊，在那里幸存的鱼儿会代替它死去的同伴们产下成千上万的卵，来年春天这些卵孵化，小鱼不仅像它们的父母，也像那些没能从猎人手中逃脱的鲱鱼。这就是战场上残酷的生存法则，在这里，任何一个人的命都不重要，只要最后一个人能够爬到敌军的将旗那里砍断旗杆。是死在半路的千千万万人的手为他举起那斩旗的一刀。 “这就是为将的道理，就算你知道那些都是活生生的人，你却必须忘记这一点。为将的人，每一次下令都会有人因你的令而死去。但是所有的令箭都必须投掷出去，”息衍这么说的时候眺望着落日下的远山，“这就是所谓'杀伐决断'。” 这就是杀伐决断，面对着屠场般的世界，懦弱的人是生存不下去的。 他回头看着正在崩溃的左右锋，九王和木亥阳正在相互靠近寻求支撑，厄鲁·帕苏尔那面所到之处震惊百里的大旗在烟尘中堪堪就要倒下，每一次掌旗的武士被利箭穿心，立刻就有人扑到九王背后再把那大旗竖起，数以万计的朔北骑兵带马围着他们奔跑，箭矢如雨，左右锋化作了圆形阵，死死地保护着阵心的一千人。 那是他们的旗，他们斩狼的长刀，他们是要去那个温暖湖泊里产卵的鱼。 “败退者斩！”一名千夫长咆哮。 阿苏勒猛地回头，看见一名飞虎帐武士惊恐地捂着两耳吼叫，从战场上不要命地往后逃。他的指缝里渗出鲜血，大概是两耳都在雷霆般的巨响中聋了。那名武士就要从阿苏勒马侧驰过，阿苏勒握刀的手一紧，他知道军令的严肃，他如果此时不斩下这个武士的头，下面不会再有人冲锋。但那是一张何等年轻的脸啊，只有十六七岁，大概是刚刚接过了父亲的刀和铠甲，成为了一名效忠大君的飞虎帐武士。阿苏勒能从他的眼睛里看得出他是真的害怕，一个十六七岁的大孩子，看见那么多人就在他的身边化作横飞的血肉，他理所当然地害怕。那样就要砍下他的头么？阿苏勒的手腕僵硬，脑海忽然一片空白，这个间隙，那名武士在阿苏勒面前一闪而过。阿苏勒意识到这是个巨大的错误猛地回身时，看见那个大孩子的头从脖子上滚落下来，无头的尸首膝盖弯曲，扑倒在地上。斩下他头颅的刀握在千夫长手里，那是个四士多岁的男人，冷厉的脸上不带一丝表情。 “我带队再冲一次，再有两队好射手从左右包抄。”千夫长说道，“让那个妖魔不知道该往哪个方向施法。” 阿苏勒在那个男人铁一样坚硬的面孔前只能点头，“谢谢，本该是我动手。” “理应为大那颜效劳，”千夫长看着地下那个大孩子的头颅，“我们腾格尔家的男孩不能是懦夫。” 阿苏勒没有来得及说话，巴鲁和巴扎从左右闪出，“我们带射手从左右包抄。” 他们从那片焚烧的焦土上奇迹般爬了回来，双手和膝盖都磨得鲜血淋漓。但此时他们已经意识到这是一个错误的奇迹，在这个战场上没人在乎谁活着回来，只有冲过去杀掉山碧空的那个人才是值得在意的。他们避过了焚风之后应该像个真正的男人那样拔刀迎着焚风再做一次冲锋，莫速尔家的男人和腾格尔家的男人一样，不能是懦夫。他们必须晚会自己家族的尊严。 三队骑兵一齐涌出，他们没有等待阿苏勒给他们出击的命令。阿苏勒看着他们的背影，值得自己还不能用威严征服这些男人，在那些钢铁一样坚硬的脸和心之前，他还只是个学过些东陆阵法的孩子罢了。 对面的骑兵高速地接近，山碧空却没有立刻施法。 他默默地抚摸着自己的胸口，黑袍下渗出漆黑的血来，他的呼吸急促，无法驾驭的力量在他的体内分散开来，千万条蛇似的穿梭。 他明白自己是真的老了，教中那些神异的驻颜之术可以模糊他的年纪，但是生命之火的熄灭是早晚的事，作为一名秘术师，他已经越过了巅峰的年纪，每一次动用这种逆天的禁术，他都在耗损自己剩余不多的生命。三十年前在那个晋北小镇上诛杀天驱启示之君的决战之后，他又一次感觉到灵魂将从他残破的身体中溢出。 “老师，我们撤走吧，把这里留给白狼团来防守。”桑都鲁哈音准备把山碧空扛在自己的肩上。 “不，还不能撤走，你没看见白狼团逼迫得这么缓慢么？狼主在窥看我的力量，他只尊重掌握力量的人，我们需要他的尊重。呼都鲁汗也一样，他要把我的命和他的旗捆在一起。”山碧空在巨盾后缓缓地挺直身体，“我们是神的使者，没有人能杀死我们。” “老师，您的身体已经撑不住了啊！”桑都鲁哈音也看得出山碧空到了油尽灯枯的极限。 “是啊，撑不住了，”山碧空轻声说，“能杀死我们的，只有神和我们自己。” 他用尽全力伸手在空中写画，手指上黑色的血迅速汽化成暗红色的雾气，随着山碧空快速的勾勒，秘术的花纹瞬间成形，这些蕴藏了灵魂的血之咒能将秘术提升到极致。山碧空猛地挥袖扫去了那个浮在空中的印纹，同时阳昊之井再次喷发，火柱矗立在战场上，如同神的刑场。 叠都鲁哈音知道此刻自己该做什么，他抓起巨弓，每次上弦三箭，左右射出。山碧空强攻着正面而来的数百名青阳骑兵，桑都鲁哈音的巨箭直取左右