Chapter 51 Section VI

Asule immediately stood on the east bank of the Tainale River, with the crimson river flowing slowly in front of him, behind him were tens of thousands of corpses gradually buried by the wind and snow, and beside him were the surviving Qingyang warriors passing by like the wind, heading towards Retreat in the direction of the northern capital.No one noticed this silent young man. The courage of the Qingyang warriors was defeated by the wolves, and they only had the idea of ​​"survival" in their hearts.The Qingyang tribe was defeated, and Asule understood.For an army, the most important morale has already collapsed. If Shuobei people chased up and hacked at this time, they could take away the lives of Qingyang warriors as easily as harvesting wheat.

He came late, but he had to witness this miserable battlefield with his own eyes.In fact, it is useless to be earlier, he has no ability to reverse this failure, he only has one man, one horse and one knife, and he is still an insignificant child on the battlefield of thousands of troops. The wind and snow confused his vision, and the figures of more than a thousand Boulers were sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.Boul, who was stationed by the pontoon bridge, watched the last group of cavalry gallop across the pontoon bridge, and began to cut the ropes that bound the peeling pine with his knife.Asule was startled, in a moment of his bewilderment, the six pontoon bridges spread apart, becoming a pile of wide pine planks that drifted away with the water.The Bowles turned back to their ranks, and stood shoulder to shoulder with their companions.It was only then that Asule realized that they were not planning to withdraw, the west bank of the river was covered with snow and dust, and the Shuobei people's revenge was coming.

He suddenly saw the old man in front of the Bowles queue, the familiar figure with a knife horizontally on his back, his head held high, standing like a statue.He was thin and dry, as unshakable as an ancient tree.Ten years later, Asule still remembered that back view. At that time, Muli often came to see him practice swords in the evening, and in the end he would always snort disdainfully from his nostrils, turn around and leave without saying a word, leaving him alone. It is always such a lonely but arrogant figure. "General Mu Li!" Asule shouted loudly. Mu Li heard someone calling him, he vaguely seemed to have heard this voice, but couldn't remember it.He turned his head, looked to the east bank of the river, and saw the young man on the back of the Li Longju.His memory is a bit blurred, maybe because of too much blood loss.He closed his eyes and shook his head, suddenly remembering.There was a picture in his mind, a shirtless boy wielding a heavy knife under the setting sun, chopping and chopping wooden posts time and time again, only to be bounced back time and time again.The boy's white face was covered with dust and sweat, as dirty as a little slave rolled out of a stable.

Mu Li thought that clumsy swinging posture was an insult to the knife, but he remembered his eyes.No matter how tired and shouted, the boy's pupils were always clear and free from dust.The fierceness of the knife could not erode his soul. He was sweating profusely, raised the knife above his head, and shouted loudly, but Mu Li felt that there was actually a sad and cowardly child standing in that steaming body...he was standing far away ,not moving at all. Now that he is back, he has grown so big.Mu Li looked at him through the wind and snow, but he couldn't see clearly, he could only imagine that sad and cowardly child, riding a white horse, with clear pupils, not stained by dust.

"Shizi, are you back?" Mu Li said lightly and smiled. He turned his head away, facing the rushing crowd, and never looked back. When he heard the word "Shizi", Asule felt a dull pain in his heart, as if a thin knife had cut a wound there.He almost forgot the title "Elder Son". When he returned to his hometown again, his father was dead, and Suma married his elder brother. He did not become the hero "Longevity King" who protected the tribe as his father once said. Maybe his father Ben just said a joke to comfort his little heart, trying to tell this son how much he loves him, but a man like Guo Leer Pasur would not hand over the future of Qingyang to a cowardly son because of love .Now everything is different, like his title changed from "Shizi" to "Da Nayan".

But Mu Li still called him the eldest son, maybe it was just a slip of the tongue, maybe it was because many years had passed, and in Mu Li's heart, Asule hadn't grown up.His memory still stays at the time when Asule was ten years old, but he is about to die, and this memory will disappear. Asule whipped the horse violently and galloped along the river bank. Bach pressed his chest tightly to prevent the arrow wound from opening.In the first charge, he was hit by a stray arrow, but he cut off the tail of the arrow and persisted. He knew the impact of the collapse of the leading general on this 10,000-strong team.But now the cluster of arrows left in his body had widened the wound. If he continued to run, the cluster of arrows might hurt his heart even more deeply.He was breathing hard, and he wanted to hold on for a while longer. His remaining 3,000 cavalry had just withdrawn to the east bank, and he needed to hold on until these cavalry regrouped for defense.

A steed approached him at a very high speed, and the man on the horse put his hand on his shoulder while galloping: "Brother!" Bach turned his head in surprise and saw Ba Bang's face. He almost forgot the pain in his chest, and stretched out his hand to hold his brother's wrist: "You're here!" "It's late!" Ba Bang gritted his teeth and saw the Boul warriors on the other side of the river cutting the leather ropes between the stripped pine logs.It was indeed too late. By the time he arrived on the battlefield, the outcome had already been decided.

He felt a sharp pain in his wrist, which was Bach adding force. "Assemble! Assemble quickly! Muli won't last long, the people of Shuobei will cross the river!" These were Bach's last words, and then he lost consciousness, lost his balance on the galloping horse, and fell headlong into the snow.He was a little relieved, this cavalry was trained by him and Ba Bang, and Ba Bang was able to command them. Ba Bang jumped off his horse, helped Bach up from the snow, took off his cloak and wrapped it around him, and said, "Balu Bazar, protect your uncle, and lead everyone back to the northern capital to form an army."

He grabbed the battle flag from the warrior holding the flag, turned his head to look at the west bank of the river, looked at the backs of more than a thousand people standing in the wind and snow, and said in a low voice: "I will stay here, and I want to watch the people of Shuobei pass by." River. If you see this flag from a distance, it means that I am going back, and the Shuobei brigade is following me. You must make all preparations and guard the city gate. Don’t think about how much time you have, Xue Ling from Shuobei soon." "Does father want to be a scout himself?" Baloo carried his uncle on his shoulders.The lad had grown up, and was far more massive than his imposing uncle.

Ba Bang waved his hand, indicating that they don't need to say more.He was startled suddenly, and found that Asule, who had been by the river just now, had disappeared.He hurriedly looked left and right, but still couldn't find it. "Where is Da Nayan?" He shouted at the Iron Buddha warrior beside him. "Just now... went downstream." An Iron Buddha pointed to the river bank. "He wants to..." Ba Bang understood, "Damn it!" He also thought about taking back Mu Li's stubborn old thing, but he knew that it couldn't be done, and what Mu Li decided was unshakable.They need to delay the Shuobei people to buy precious time, so that the disbanded army can regroup again. Whether it is defending the city or meeting the Shuobei people under the city, they need time to prepare.

All Ba Bang can do is to stay here and send the battle report of the Shuobei people crossing the river back to the northern capital in time.But Asule obviously didn't think that much, he went downstream, he must be looking for a solid ice surface to cross the river.Ba Heng still remembered the incident when the child picked up the knife to stand between his uncle and Suma. That time almost shocked all the nobles in Qingyang. Ten years later, he is still the character who caused trouble. Ba Bang looked at less than a hundred people behind him, and took a deep breath: "The men and horses are in armor, ready to charge." "General Ba Bang, the Majesty's order is that the Iron Buddha can't be moved without a warrant, and there are too many enemy troops. If we rush to attack now, we will be in danger." An Iron Buddha said. "If Da Nayan dies here, I don't have to go back to the northern capital. I can just send my head back to the Yan family." Ba Bang muttered to himself, "I promised that little girl that Da Nayan would die alive." Take Yan back to her..." "Little girl?" The Tiefutu warrior was stunned for a moment.He immediately understood that there were stories about the relationship between the Da Yan family and Dana Yan in the northern capital, and they were talked about as much as the romantic affairs between the dignitaries in the Eastern Land. "Don't say any strange nonsense in front of others, or I'll wring your head off!" Ba Bang understood that he had said strange nonsense, and slapped the warrior's helmet with his palm, roaring loudly, "Senma Put on armor! Prepare to charge!" This was a military order, and there was no chance of hesitation. The Iron Buddhas shook off the tarpaulins on the pack horses behind them, and the black-blue armor on the horses' backs flowed with a stern light. The pack of wolves rushed into the human wall made up of Boul, and it took only a moment for their sharp claws to tear the slaves in the front row to pieces. The hot flesh and blood attracted these beasts, and they pounced on the corpses and bit them .At this time, the slaves at the back started to mobilize. They stabbed the white wolves in the head with their spears. Several white wolves howled in pain after being stabbed. part.More slaves couldn't even get close to the white wolf, and the wolf cavalry threw their battle axes, which accurately cut into the heads of the slaves and protected their mounts.These Shuobei warriors lived on the backs of wolves all their lives. The wolves seemed to be a part of their bodies. The sharp claws of the wolves and the battle axes of the wolf cavalry formed a flawless war machine, supporting each other and attacking alternately. The tactics that the slaves had used so effectively on the cavalry failed utterly, as they charged up one after another and fell one after another.But they didn't stop, let alone retreat. They stood side by side, supporting each other and attacking alternately.They have trained together since childhood, like brothers, their hands are their hands, their lives are tied together, as long as there is one Boul alive, this army will live. A Bouler was hit by a battle ax in the shoulder blade less than three steps away from the white wolf. Instead of falling down, he knelt down and strained his back with all his strength.Bour, who was behind him, rushed forward, stepped on his shoulders, jumped into the air, and swung his knife across the air.This knife accurately cut the bridge of a white wolf's nose and cut off its eyes.Just as the white wolf stood up with howls, more Boulers rushed forward, and a dozen people surrounded the white wolf, stabbing its belly with knives. They circled the wolfrider and the dying white wolf, slashing with their knives, with a madness more wolf-like than wolf-like, reminiscent of packs of wolves pouncing on dead bison for flesh.But this small victory didn't last long. The wolf cavalry behind threw dozens of battle axes furiously, and chopped these boulers to the white wolf's corpse. At this time, the wolf and its master were bloody and bloody. Show face. Muli looked around in Boul with a knife in his hand. He never charged, but his soldiers became less and less, leaving only dozens of people around him, and wolves surrounded them like an iron barrel. In a circle, Shuobei cavalry raised their weapons and roared in cheers. "Meng Le Huo'er!" Mu Li suddenly roared, "Meng Le Huo'er! Come out! I know you are here! Come out!" Without any warning, as Mu Li roared, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and all the white wolves retreated.A snow field suddenly vacated around the Boulers, and the wolf cavalry watched them from dozens of steps away.The white wolves bent down, and the wolf cavalry left their backs and stood in the snow, and also bent down, close to the ground. At this time, there was only one white wolf standing still, its four thick legs stretched straight, the wind whipped its long fur, and the old man on the wolf's back gently stroked the long fur, looking at Mu Li with blood-red eyes There is pity and sigh in it.The wind stopped temporarily, and crystal clear snowflakes fell vertically, landing on Mu Li's knife and Meng Le Huo'er's axe. Thirty years later, the pair of old enemies met, looked at each other through the snow curtain, and did not speak for a long time. "Muli, you are getting old." Meng Lehuo said in a low voice. "Meng Le Huo'er, you are still the same, and you like to say those pretentious and profound things." Mu Li's eyes were like lightning, and he waved his tooth knife in vain, and roared loudly, "Come on! You are not dead yet, and neither am I. In the north Are you anxious to wait? Are you happy now? Come on! Kill me, you will be happier, kill the slave who defeated you. Meng Lehuo, I know you are very anxious, wishing to rush up and bite off my chest Throat, I will give you this chance!" Meng Lehuo'er was unexpectedly calm: "What are you here for? To defeat me? Or do you want to bury your own life here and show your loyalty to the Qingyang Department?" Mu Li didn't speak anymore, he raised his knife and rushed forward, as fast as a galloping horse.Meng Lehuo'er waved his hand, and the wolf cavalry who were blocking between him and Mu Li quickly moved out of the way, Meng Lehuo'er pointed at Mu Li with his ax in one hand.Mu Li was only a few steps away from Meng Le Huo'er, and suddenly jumped up, the tooth knife in his right hand drew an arc of Xiao Sha, and slashed towards Meng Le Huo'er's shoulder with breathless force.Meng Lehuo'er didn't move, what moved was the giant wolf under his crotch. The wolf turned its head and bit Mu Li's toothed knife accurately. The famous Donglu knife was easily shattered under the wolf's teeth. up.It was another shady arc, the iron light pointed directly at Meng Le Huo'er's face, it was Mu Li's left hand pulling out the epee stuck behind his back all the time, it was Guo Le Pasur's saber before his death, It is his proof of commanding the army of Qingyang.Meng Le Huo'er suddenly withdrew his axe, and sealed Mu Li's epee with the iron and wood handle of the ax handle, this sure-to-kill sword seemed like a child's trick to Meng Le Huo'er.Before Mu Li fell down, Meng Lehuo'er slammed his left fist, hitting his chest, and knocking Mu Li's thin body out of the air! Mu Li rolled in the snow, pressed his chest and climbed up, his face was ferocious, with veins throbbing on his face: "Come on! Old wolf! Come again! Don't stop! Let me kill you!" "Muli, I used to admire you so much! At that time, you were a ferocious wolf in my eyes. You sharpened your teeth and claws, and wanted to pounce on me and bite my throat. At that time, you were still a worthless wolf. Slave boy, you have nothing but those knives, you want to trade my neck blood for your freedom and glory. Confronting Muli like that makes my hands tremble with excitement. But look at yourself, look at Muli now, You are just an old dog from the Qingyang Department, barking to be loyal to your master." Meng Lehuo'er sighed, "I feel a little sad to see you like this." Meng Lehuo'er turned the wolf's head and left slowly. "Meng Le Huo'er!" The humiliation made Mu Li roar like heartbreaking, he raised his epee high and ran towards Meng Le Huo'er's back. Meng Lehuo'er grabbed the white wolf's long fur, and without looking back, he touched his battle ax casually.He turned halfway and threw the tomahawk.Seeing a black shadow approaching, Mu Li involuntarily raised his epee to block in front of him, and the tomahawk whizzed and circled, hitting the blade of the sword.Mu Li felt that the place where his heart was hit by Meng Lehuo'er just now felt as if it was going to split open, he took a step back and swallowed a mouthful of fishy and salty saliva.The rebounded battle ax drew a huge arc in the air, and returned to Meng Lehuo'er's palm.Meng Le Huo'er looked back, looked directly at Mu Li who was panting, and shook his head slightly. "Mu Li, don't waste your efforts. You just want to die now, you have lost the will to win, and your life is over." Meng Lehuo'er said word by word. He looked at Mu Li and smiled.He had won, and thirty years later he had completely destroyed the unruly slave boy.This does not rely on his ax and ax, but on will, he destroys Mu Li's confidence, and beats him back from a proud Qingyang hero to a dying old slave.This is a man's greatest pleasure, how can killing Mu Li compare with this kind of victory?How can there be a revenge like this carefree? Mu Li understood Meng Lehuo'er's smile, he suddenly felt that he could not speak, he lost the strength to speak.Thousands of people shouted at him in his mind: "Your life is over!" "Your life is over!" "Your life is over!" It reminded him of a dreadful dream he had when he was a little slave-cub, and dreamed that the nobles surrounded him, looked down on him, and pointed at him, and each one cried out: "You're a slave boy!" "You're a slave boy!" "You're a slave boy!" He was panting violently, grasping the hilt of the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword hanging powerlessly in the snow. "Your life is over...you are a slave boy...your life is over...you are a slave boy..." the voices of the men were tearing his eardrums. "No! I don't want to end...I haven't ended yet!" He wanted to yell, but the voice came out of his throat, but it was a hoarse moan. His vision was blurred, Meng Lehuo'er's back slowly moved away, he shuffled forward, and suddenly the salty saliva that he had swallowed surged up again.He covered it with his hand and spat it out.He moved his hand away and stared blankly at the red color in his palm.He felt life and blood slowly flowing from his body, and he realized that he was really old and should have died long ago.Meng Lehuo'er saw through his tricks, he didn't come for victory, he came for his own end.In fact, he didn't know it in his heart, so he was so eager for the moment when Meng Le Huo'er's giant axe was struck, that was the end that General Mu Li should have. That devil, Menglehuoer, not only kills people, but also uses people's hearts as toys.He doesn't give Mu Li a heroic end, Mu Li can die, as a defeated slave. The wolf cavalry stepped on the back of the wolf again, and followed Meng Lehuo'er away.Meng Lehuoer went to the west, which meant that he temporarily gave up capturing the northern capital. The destruction of Boul and the pontoon bridge cost him precious time. They should be able to defend the city wall of the northern capital.The brigade of cavalry followed Hudulu Khan's golden wolf flag and followed the white wolf regiment.The remaining hundreds of Shuobei cavalry led their horses forward and killed the last few dozen slave warriors. Mu Li raised his head amidst the wailing of the slaves, silently facing the sky, the falling snowflakes became bigger and bigger in his pupils, crystal clear.Snow all over the sky... Many years ago, it was also such a snowy day when fourteen-year-old Mu Li killed his master.Later, such heavy snow always fluttered in his dreams.After the fourteen-year-old child killed his master, he fled in the snow like a stray dog, with loud roars and horses neighing behind him. He felt that he was about to be frozen to death by the cold air of this world, and his life was at stake. As the body temperature gradually drained away, he couldn't run anymore. Just die, he thought.He flung himself down in the snow, before a black horse.He looked up at the man on horseback, wanting to see how he would kill himself.What he saw was a strange young man with a white cloud in his eyes, stern and majestic.That young man was called Golel Pasur, and he was his new master, his friend, and his king.And now Guo Leer is dead, and no one can save him anymore. So he was going to die. Mu Li knelt down slowly, raised his head to the sky. The last Bouler twirled and fell in the snow, and Shuobei cavalry surrounded Muli.Now they can take the dying old man's life with just a single stroke of the knife.But the Shuobei warriors hesitated and did not move, because Meng Lehuoer did not say that he could kill him.After a brief silence, a huge figure flashed out from the crowd, he strode towards Mu Li, a thick sword blade popped out from the copper shield on his arm. It turned out to be a braggadocio with a height of one foot and five feet.Warrior Kuafu silently stepped on Mu Li's shoulder, grabbed his hair, and pressed the blade of his sword to the back of his neck. The Shuobei warriors all backed away. Warrior Kuafu heard the sound of horseshoes approaching rapidly, and he sensed the danger from the sound, so he turned his head.It was a blue-and-black war horse. It went up the river bank, and a thunderbolt cut through the Shuobei cavalry team and rushed in. The figure on the horse stood up on the horse's back with his hands on the saddle.He jumped up, holding the saber in both hands, the saber was five feet long, he turned around and slashed.This series of movements is smooth and flowing, done in one go, elegant and murderous, not at all the opening and closing of Manchu warriors.Shuobei cavalry didn't even have time to react, they had already been forced into Muli by him. Warrior Kuafu had to turn around to defend himself. He kicked Mu Li away, swung the long knife away with the blade, and felt his wrist tremble.The warrior on the other side landed, and immediately bowed his body, as if kneeling down.Before Warrior Kuafu understood the purpose of this action, he already felt the chilling murderous intent rushing towards his face.He almost instinctively jumped backwards. With Kuafu's height and step length, he skipped a distance of nearly one foot in one full backward leap.It was this distance of ten feet that saved his life, the moment he jumped back.The five-foot-long blue knife light flew up, like a piece of green silk raised in the air, and the cold air on the knife was severe and piercing. Warrior Kuafu stared at his foe in gasp and awe, and now he had to face the barbarian human half his height.With four murderous steps in such a meticulous martial art, the Qingyang warrior had already entered the preparation for the next attack the moment he landed. His seemingly kneeling action was to accumulate strength to launch a killer knife that pierced through the air, and no attack was allowed between the two attacks. "Sandulu Ha Yin." He put his double shields on his chest and whispered his name. He was slightly surprised because he found that his opponent was only a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.He was dressed in calfskin armor, covered with large white sleeves, and his jet-black hair was braided on the top of his head. He was in authentic barbarian attire, but he looked like a handsome noble boy from the Eastern Continent.There was faint anger in the young man's clear eyes, he tightened his lips, and swung the formidable and strange long knife in his right hand. The five-foot-long blade completely prevented Sandulhayin from attacking Muli again. Behind the young man, Mu Li fell weakly in the snow, Mu Li's eyes looked up into the sky, like a corpse. A black steed came out from behind the Shuobei warriors. The old man on the horse was wearing a black cloak with a hood hanging down to cover his face: Qingyangbu, Lu Guichen Asule Pasur. do you know my nameAsule's heart trembled. "Because you had a fateful encounter with Lei Bicheng on the battlefield. Lei Bicheng told me that he met a young man, and the artifact 'Shadow Moon in the Sword' revived in his hands. After that, no one will be able to awaken this evil knife again." "Chenyue." When he said these two words, Asule restrained his trembling forcibly.Fear floated faintly like a bubble from the deepest part of his heart.Anyone who has witnessed the tragic situation at Shangyangguan once again feels as if he is being entangled by a poisonous snake when he hears Chenyue's name.The old man's attire was exactly the same as that of Leibi City. The envoys of Chenyue always covered themselves with black robes, like envoys from the kingdom of the dead. Wherever they walked, the flames of war burned.Asule had a premonition that something more terrifying was hidden behind this war. The appearance of Chenyue believers in the army in the north of Shuo was an extremely dangerous omen. "Shan Bikong has followed the footsteps of the gods for seventy years." "Then, we are enemies!" Asule leaned over slightly, showing the eagle emblem on his thumb, "The iron armor is still here!" The moment he blurted out the last word, he handed over the longbow to his left hand, held the knife in his back, kicked the ground with all his strength, and charged towards the mountain blue sky!Shan Bikong had no chance to meditate, his breathing was enough to change the world, but he didn't even have time to take a long breath, Asule's approach was like a big eagle turning in mid-air and swooping towards its prey. In an instant, Shan Bikong felt a chill between his brows penetrating into the depths of his bones, as if the blade of the evil knife was close to his skin. Sanduluhayin was activated almost at the same moment, and moved five feet in parallel to the right, perfectly blocking the gap between Asule and Shanbikong.He clasped his hands in front of him, and the two copper shields on his forearms formed an indestructible barrier.Asule turned his body sideways, and held Shadow Moon's knife handle with his right hand. With the double force of forward rush and turning around, Shadow Moon slashed at the center of the copper shield with all his strength. Xi Yan's "Backhanded Heron Walking Double Slash"! The loud sound of the metal impact made both sides feel sore teeth. Kuafu's huge strength took advantage at this time, and Sanduluhanin's body just fell back slightly, as if a giant bow was slightly bent, offsetting Asule's attack. slash with all his might.Shadow Moon's blade sank two points into the copper shield, but the toughness of the copper kept the shield intact amidst the loud noise and did not shatter. Asule withdrew the handle of the knife with his left hand, pressed it on Yingyue's back, and tried his best to restore the balance of his body. Sandurhayin took a deep breath, blocking the opponent's charge, and it was his turn to attack in the next round.He still has strength to spare, and he has the upper hand.At this moment, he felt that his breathing could not continue, and was cut off by a cold force!It was as if an invisible knife in the void slashed at his throat from the front, and the knife carried a chill that could crack a person's bones. "Impossible!" he yelled in his heart. He had already blocked Asule's slash, and he clearly saw that his copper shield sealed the monstrous five-foot long knife, but he had severe pain from between his brows to his chest, which prevented him from I can't believe that I was completely cut by that knife. Yingyue changed the moment Asule's left hand pressed on the back of the knife, Asule grabbed the blade with his hand, the blade cut his finger, and blood seeped into the metal pattern of the blade.The knife that was already as bright as the full moon changed again, the dark lines hidden under the metal surface lit up, and the iron-blue light rapidly rose and faded, as if the knife was breathing rapidly.Asule balanced his body in a situation that was impossible for ordinary people, and exerted his strength again. He exerted strength while still, but his strength was no less than the thunderous strike with the momentum of charging just now. Donglu's saber technique, Xiyan's "Qiyu Jin", and Yingyue's blade sank two points into the copper shield again. Sandulhayin watched the flickering light on the evil knife, and his breathing couldn't help following the rhythm of the flickering light.He knew it was an illusion, but he couldn't resist it. The pain in his body was truly terrifying. He felt that blood was already pouring down his throat into his chest. His throat had been split open, and the crack in his body was still expanding. , he will be completely devoured by Daohan coming through the shield at any time.But he couldn't move away, he suppressed his breath, forced his muscles to contract, and pushed Asule out with all his strength. Shan Bikong completed a meditation in an instant, and the peaceful and pure power was injected into Sandulu Hayin's body, which resonated with his soul.Sanduluhayin felt as if another person took a deep and long breath in his body. During this breath, all his strength recovered, and the cold knife force was forcibly pushed out of his body. This is your chance to fight back!Clenching his hands tightly, he activated the mechanism of the copper shield.On the smooth surface of the copper shield, scale-like things suddenly popped out, forming a layer of thorns, locking the blade.At the same time, Sandulu Hayin exerted all his strength.Brutally charging forward, with his huge body and the mighty strength to topple a six-horned yak, an opponent like Asule would be overwhelmed immediately, like a tide sweeping away shells on the beach. Asule did not expect such a change, he felt that the handle of the knife suddenly became like a piece of red hot iron.In the contest of strength, he was no match for Sandulu Hanin at all, he retreated five steps in a row, and his retreat was unstoppable.He twisted the handle of the knife with both hands, and Yingyue's sharp blade shredded the copper scales on the shield. Asule finally freed himself, dragging the knife aside.Sanduluhanin held back his strength, turned to face Asule, raised his two-handed sword blades, and took a step forward. "Shadow Moon is a weapon of soul imprinting. In response to the master's blood call, the soul lodged in the knife will invade your consciousness." Shan Bikong said in a low voice, "But you are a braggadocio, and your body is strong enough to resist The erosion of those innocent souls, I have given you the power of creation, from now on you don't have to be afraid of his weapons." Sandulha Yin went one step further, let out a thunderous roar, clasped his hands, and crossed the copper swords on the double shields.Asule saw that heavy cross hitting his head like a mountain, he was not sure that Yingyue could withstand such a blow, so he could only lean up and dodge.Sandulu Hayin's fists fell to the ground, and the two bronze swords sank into the snow.Like hot charcoal, his twin swords instantly melted the ice and snow, exposing the dark soil below. Asule grabbed Mu Li's collar, defended with a horizontal knife, and retreated slowly. Sandulhayin slowly spread his arms, and he looked up at the sky with pious eyes, and suddenly a fiery red color appeared on the blades of his double swords.He started to spin, and the fiery red on the blade became more and more dazzling, just like molten iron in a river furnace, the temperature continued to rise.The speed of his rotation became faster and faster. Gradually, Asule could no longer see his figure clearly. The Sandulha Yin blade whizzed shrillly, and his whole body turned towards Asule like a huge spinning top. push away.Where he went, the ice and snow melted, and the steam rose. The Shuobei warriors watched this scene in horror, as if they had seen a miracle. A Sule had no way to stop Sandu Luhayin, this Kuafu warrior's terrifying strength combined with Shan Bikong's secret technique was basically defenseless.Asule couldn't see Sanduluhanin's movements clearly, and the deadly high temperature was already blowing towards his face a few steps away. There was another sound of horseshoes, and they went up the river bank.There was only one horse, and the sound of hooves was like thunder. Sanduruhayin didn't stop, at this moment he had an absolute advantage, no matter who came, he was enough to smash the people and horses into pieces and burn them into coke.When the cavalry was approaching, it knocked away a Shuobei cavalryman who was trying to stop him on his horse. The warrior was knocked off the saddle, and Xue Lingge, who weighed a thousand pounds, was knocked into the air, spitting blood.The opponent didn't stop, and stabbed the spear towards the back of Sandulhayin's heart. The jet-black spear was one foot or two feet long, with a huge tip, and the iron ring on it shook violently. The spear collided with Sandulhayin's scorching blade, and a section of the iron spear head flew out horizontally. Sandulhayin's sword kept hitting the horse's chest.Sanduluhayin felt pain all over his body, as if he had slashed against an iron wall with all his strength, and he was almost thrown back by the bounce.Miraculously, his blade failed to open the horse, and the metal horse armor completely ate his strength.The cavalry on horseback stabbed out the bald spear, only then did Sanduluhanin realize that the spear was full of iron spikes, and the spear head was still sharp. He firmly grasped the handle of the iron gun with one hand, and the horse of the opposing cavalry backed against him.Sandulha Yin stepped through the snow and touched the ground, tried his best to stop the momentum of retreat, and cut down again with the bronze sword in the other hand. Another two-foot-long iron rod flew out horizontally, but the opponent's cavalry still stabbed out the iron spear that was only eight feet long. Sanduluhayin had no choice, he was not wearing armor, even if he was wearing it, he would not be able to stop such a straight thrust with horsepower.He grabbed the barrel of the gun again, and chopped again! There were seven feet left on the barrel of the gun, but the opponent still didn't stop.Sanduluhayin growled, instead, he took a step forward, gritted his teeth and never retreated.He grabbed the barrel of the gun and slashed straight to the center this time! There was only a four-foot iron rod left in the opponent's Qingyang warrior's hand, he suddenly withdrew the iron rod, raised it high above his head, and hit Sandulha Yin's head with all his strength.Sandulhayin raised his arms high to block. Both the attacking and defending sides had exhausted their strength in this round. At this time, it was the end of the battle. The opponent pulled the horse back after being hit, and Sandulhayin also moved back slowly.He jumped back abruptly, and the opposing cavalry also pulled back their horses and stopped moving forward, and the two sides panted and drew. It was only then that Sanduluhayin could see his opponent clearly. The galloping horse and the warrior on its back were covered in black steel armor, without showing their skin, as if they were forged from a single piece of black iron. .His hit on the chest of the war horse just now only caused the center of the steel armor to shatter inward, but it never cracked.Sanduluhayin couldn't imagine such a metal, and one of his sword cuts could cut a fist-thick iron plate in half, and the incision was smooth.And the Xue Lingo steed that was knocked into the air was lying on the grass, dying. "Ba Bang." Asule knew who was behind that majestic iron mask. Ba Bang discarded half of the iron spear in his hand, and slowly drew out his waist knife: "Asule, let's retreat, I don't want the old wolf in Shuobei to come back again." "Iron Futu is really a unique armor." Shan Bikong praised. "Quick!" Ba Bang shouted. Asule squatted down, leaning Mu Li's thin body on his back.He suddenly realized that he was actually taller than Mu Li, the thin and small old man was so tall in his eyes.He carried Mu Li to his Lilong colt, helped him onto the horse's back, and climbed onto the saddle himself.Ba Bang led his horse close to him, and the two horses retreated side by side, their eyes fixed on Sandulha Yin and Shan Bikong, with Ba Bang's waist saber and Yingyue on both sides. "You can leave, we will have other chances for a decisive battle." Shan Bikong waved lightly. As he said this, his eyes kept looking at the distant river bank. About a hundred cavalrymen equipped with the same equipment as Ba Bang had already listed the line used by the tiger and leopard cavalry. The heads of a hundred iron guns pointed at this Hundreds of Shuobei cavalry behind the palace. "Let's go!" Ba Bang suddenly grabbed Asule's rein and turned and galloped.Asule looked around, they were in the red snow this time, and there were corpses everywhere in the snow.青阳部最后的孛幹勒全部战死在台纳勒河以西的战场上，这些年轻人至死没能赎回他们的自由。 “你看见了么？那个年轻人眼睛里的仇恨……”山碧空看着被铁浮屠护卫着离去的阿苏勒，低声说，“桑都鲁哈音，我们所做的事，会让整个世界仇恨我们吧？” “无论如何，我会追随在老师的马后。”桑都鲁哈音站直了，抬起头。 山碧空轻轻点头，拍了拍这个学生宽厚的肩膀：“你们以我为导师，可是这一路上如果没有你们，我也许早就死了吧？” 他掉转马头离去，桑都鲁哈音大步跟着那匹健马飞奔。 铁浮屠的快马逼近北都城门，巴夯没有打起大旗，这意味着朔北军没有追来。阿苏勒一路上把手伸在木黎的衣服里摸着他的心跳，他慢慢放下心来，这个老人虽然虚弱，可是心跳依然平稳有力。他在距离青阳军阵前还有数十步的时候拉住了骊龙驹，战马直冲九尾大纛所立的地方，阿苏勒心里一震，看见比莫干被班扎烈扶着，一手撑着马鞍喘息，看见阿苏勒的瞬间，比莫干的眼神一闪，微微把头扭开。 阿苏勒扫视周围，这支惨败的军队透出一股绝望的死气，虎豹骑失去了往日的骄狂，其他的几部骑兵也低垂了战旗，以示对那些战死的武士的哀悼。仅仅半天之前这支军队还足以横扫北陆草原，现在他们每个人都仿佛失魂一样，目光呆滞，伤痕累累，受伤濒死的战马发出低低的哀嚎，雪还在下。 他回来了，却没有人会欢迎他。这时候没人知道该说什么，用尽力量也挤不出一个笑容。 “去找大夫！”他回头对一个铁浮屠武士下令。 一只手握住了他的手腕。阿苏勒低头，才发现木黎已经醒来了，只是目光依旧空洞，往日那对凶狠的眼睛只剩下两颗焦黄的瞳仁。 合鲁丁家族那边忽然传出了嚎哭的声音，阿苏勒心里一动，猜到了什么。他往那边看去，一个年轻贵族趴在一个老人身上号啕大哭，跟着他，所有合鲁丁家族的骑兵都跪了下去，哭声震得地面都颤抖。阿苏勒不认识那个叫额日敦达贵的年轻人，但是他依旧模模糊糊记得合鲁丁家族主人的长相，现在那个老人躺在雪地里的一张毡子上，心口插着一支箭，伤口处的血迹已经干涸。 合鲁丁家族的主人死了，这让这场惨败更加沉重。比莫干挣扎着直起身，却不知说什么，又扶着马鞍慢慢坐在地上。 额日敦达贵嚎哭着高举双手，从现在开始他就是合鲁丁家族的新主人了，可他失去了父亲。他对于自己曾劝父亲出战悔恨到了骨子里，他很自己的年轻和冲动害死了父亲，更恨那些狼一样的朔北人，年轻的额日敦达贵责恨这片天地，他此时才领会到父亲纵然是个阴险狠辣的人，却对他始终都抱着那么深的爱。可他无法报答父亲了，永远的。 他回过头，看见阿苏勒马鞍上的木黎，楞了一下，忽然腾地站了起来，吼叫着从一名护卫腰里拔出了刀，大步冲向木黎而来。阿苏勒一惊，影月自然而然的出鞘，横封在他和木黎面前，刀上的血迹未干，影月透着邪异的辉光。 “主子！主子！”合鲁丁家族的几个武士竭力拉着额日敦达贵，可是他们拉不住这个疯牛般的主人。澣赤斤和脱克勒家族的少主人都是额日敦达贵的好朋友，脸色阴沉地拔出了刀，走到额日敦达贵身边，两位家族彼此对了对眼神，没有起身阻止自己的儿子。阿苏勒面对这三个虎狼般的年轻人，缓缓带马后撤。额日敦达贵他们不认识阿苏勒了，也不在乎这个人从何而来，他们眼里只有木黎，谁拦着他们，他们就要谁的命。巴夯带马向着阿苏勒靠近，手暗暗地摸到了刀柄上去。 “世子，你要记住，男人心里要有求胜的血！”木黎忽然用异常平静的声音对阿苏勒说，“不要胆怯，不要畏惧！” 他甩开阿苏勒跳下马背，向前伸出手去。他的动作里带着巨大的力量，即使是悲怒的额日敦达贵三人也被他震住了，暂时停下了脚步。木黎焦黄的眼珠里再次有了那种凌厉的，桀骜的，乃至于狂妄的神气。 这个老人强硬地昂起头，孤零零地站在那里，站在北都城的城门前，面对怒目而视的贵族们，虚弱的大君和数万幸存的青阳武士。他那股倔强的劲头，好像是就算敲断了他的脖子，他也会把眼珠翻着对向天空。他从没有低过头，从奴隶到将军，脖子总是这么硬的让人想要敲断。 万籁俱寂，只有千千万万雪片落下，慢慢堆积在一起的声音。 木黎忽然用脚尖挑起了雪地中遗落的一把刀，他抓住了刀高举起来，从自己的后颈劈下！ “木黎将军！”阿苏勒大吼，他从马背上扑下，向着木黎狂奔。 他看见这个老人低下了头，在生命的最后一刻木黎低头了，但这只是为了让那柄刀从后面砍下他的头颅。老奴隶的头颅滚落在雪地里，血泉如此绚丽却又悲伤地涌向天空，阿苏勒和对面扑近的不花刺一起停下了脚步，他们两人之间，苍老而枯瘦的无头身躯缓缓倒下。 阿苏勒感觉到那股从内而外的痛楚，血慢慢地冷了下去。他几乎站不住了，只能拖着脚步前进，他跪在木黎的尸体旁，默默地把他抱起来，贴在自己胸口。他竭力想忍住泪水，可是泪水无声地滚了下来。他想对周围的人大喊，他不知道喊什么好，只想说他死了啊！他死了啊！Why! 额日敦达贵三人站在原地默默地看了一会儿儿，扔下刀，转身默默地走开了。其他人也都把头扭转开去，仿佛什么都没有看见。比莫干举手支着额头，好像他的头重得要掉下了。阿苏勒看不懂这些人的眼神，在人群中找不到熟悉的身影。他的记忆里很多人已经死了，有人还没死，却永远离开了他。当他十年后再回到自己的家乡，一切都不一样了…… 他抱紧木黎的身躯，仰天倒在雪地里。