Chapter 9 Chapter Eight

The first time the woman heard the name "Ice Wolf Death Kill", she was stunned for a moment and asked, "What is that?" There was a cruel smile on An Dahan's face, and he said: "Two big wooden stakes are set up ten feet away, and the two duels are tied to the wooden stakes with their belts and legs. Each of them carries three arrows. Draw a bow and shoot at each other until one dies. This method is like two wolves on ice, with all four feet stuck to the ice, and there is no room for retreat. Only one can be killed, so it is called ice wolf. Kill." He stared closely at the woman's eyes, and said slowly:

"do you dare?" He didn't see panic or fear in the woman's eyes as he wished, the woman just thought about it quietly and said: "Okay, I accept." The twelve Tumed leaders said in unison: "Khan, no!" An Dahan smiled proudly and said, "Your sweat, isn't it as courageous as a woman? Play the drums for me!" Om tom, oom tom, oom tom. The muffled drum sounded again, but it was the sound of death. Thousands of elite soldiers were displayed on both sides. Altan Khan stood face to face with the woman, and the soldiers tied their feet, waist and abdomen tightly to the wooden stakes with iron chains.

Each of them held three arrows and a bow.Wooden stakes bound their legs, making them unable to dodge or dodge. Ice wolves fight to the death, they will fight like two hungry wolves meeting on the ice until one of them falls down and dies. Altan Khan quietly looked at the weak woman ten feet away. He has great confidence in himself.Already eleven heroes fell under his arrows, and the ice wolves were killed, but he has never lost. The legendary leader of the deserted city, the woman who dared to defy his majesty as king, was his twelfth prey. Thinking of killing her soon, An Dahan couldn't bear it.

If she was a man, it would be fine, he could give him 10,000 elite soldiers, let him make meritorious deeds, and become the number one warrior under the Mongolian Khan. Too bad she's a woman. Too bad she's a woman! I Dahan sighed lightly. The bow is like a thunderbolt! Without any warning at all, he pulled the twenty-stone gold-backed iron tire bow into a full moon shape, and shot an arrow at the woman! Altan Khan has great confidence in his archery skills, his arrow can pass through even a strong bull, let alone this little girl! The biggest feature of the ice wolf deathmatch is that both of them are tied to wooden stakes, and their belts and legs are fixed tightly. Only their hands and upper limbs can move, which are used to draw bows and shoot arrows, but they cannot avoid it at all.This kind of fighting style is often a battle to the death, which lies in who can make the shot faster.

And An Dahan's arrow, the sound of the strings just moved, has already shot in front of the woman! The title of the first shooter on the Mongolian grasslands is indeed well-deserved! Unexpectedly, the woman's slender waist folded, her body was soft as if she had no bones, she suddenly folded down from the middle, and dodged to the side.Altan Khan's arrow went straight to her chest, with a snapping sound, the cluster of arrows pierced hard into the stake, more than half of it sank. The woman folded her body, stood up close to the body of the arrow, and praised: "Good arrow technique."

Suddenly, a light flashed in front of my eyes, and An Dahan's second arrow had already been shot! This arrow aimed at her lower abdomen.Tied to a wooden stake, she was able to dodge her head, chest, etc. with her soft body, but her waist was tightly bound, so there was no possibility of dodging an arrow shot at her lower abdomen. This arrow will surely take her life! Altan Khan smiled proudly and did not go to get the third arrow. The victory or defeat is decided, his enemy will turn into a corpse in the next moment. He is the ice wolf who will always win. This arrow, thundering furiously, was stronger, faster, and more ruthless than the first arrow. Almost in a flash, it bit the woman like a poisonous snake, and there was no room for her to draw her bow and shoot an arrow!

How could this not be a sure-fire arrow? The woman was taken aback, as if she didn't expect the arrow of Ida Khan to come so fast!When there was no time left, her right hand suddenly stuck out. In her hand is an iron back bow.As soon as it came out, the Iron Back Bow hit the arrow of the Eagle Feather Arrow immediately.The woman bent lightly, her technique was extremely exquisite, between the fire and light stones, the carved feathered arrow had been swung across and hit her ribs hard. Regardless of Dolly's arrow, after crossing it, it is just a wooden pole and no longer has lethality.But the strong force contained in the arrow hit her body like a big copper hammer.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, her eyes blurred and she almost passed out. She gritted her teeth and supported herself desperately. The zhenqi Meng Tiancheng gave her before leaving had consumed most of it. She didn't know if she could hold on till the end of the three arrows. But the distressed and desperate eyes of the people in the deserted city flashed in front of her, and it seemed that a secret force rose from the bottom of her heart, supporting her to stand up slowly and face Al Dahan sternly. A flash of surprise flashed in An Dahan's eyes, as if he could not have imagined that the woman had such exquisite martial arts, and with a stroke of the iron-backed bow, he deflected the second arrow that would kill him.

There was a sense of awe in his eyes, some admiration, but also some pity.At this time, he truly regarded the woman as his enemy, without any slightest contempt. He said coldly: "If you can catch my third arrow, you will be the master of the deserted city!" He suddenly let out a long cry, and suddenly raised his arms, and the arrow let out a hiss, and shot straight into the sky! Straight up three thousand miles! Then, like a meteor flying down, or a meteorite crashing down, it crashed down towards the woman's Tianling Gai! This move is the lore that Alta Khan specially practiced for the ice wolf death fight!

The key to this arrow lies in a quasi-word.With one shot, it will be aimed at the opponent's Tianling Gai and fall right in the middle!Even if the upper body can be moved to dodge, but the sharp arrow falls, the waist and abdomen cannot dodge, and he is still dead.And the body was fixed on the wooden stake, the head could not be lifted up, and the arrow could not be seen from where it fell, let alone how to parry it!An Dahan's archery skills are astonishing, he has long practiced the unique skill of firing an arrow into the air and hitting the enemy's Tianling Gai without looking at it, this arrow can be said to be a lore match with the ice wolf death fight, no one can escape it!

The woman's face changed slightly. Obviously, she also knew the sharpness of the arrow, and even with all her strength, she couldn't dodge it! The arrow whizzed and fell straight down! This arrow will first penetrate the woman's brain, and then hit her chest and viscera, and nail her bones, blood, and flesh into the earth as a sacrifice to Brahma. . All of this is inevitable. The woman bit her lips lightly, under the howling wind of piercing arrows, her face was so weak and stubborn. She also didn't know how to avoid this fatal arrow. Suddenly, her shoulders hurt slightly, and Altan Khan's first arrow pierced the stake, and the feathers at the end of the arrow cut her clothes.A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on the woman's face, she suddenly lowered her head, turned sideways, her white teeth bit the arrow tail nailed to the wooden post, with a sudden force, the arrow tail was pulled sideways. The woman's eyes were slightly closed, listening carefully to the wind piercing the air of the falling arrow feathers above her head. The nervousness caused a thin layer of cold sweat to form on her forehead, which stuck to the trembling hair on her temples. Accompanied by the ear-piercing whistling, the long arrow shot down through the air. The woman shook her head suddenly, and the arrow tail in her mouth popped out, and there was a scream, and with a bang, it collided with the sharp arrow flying in the air. The arrow tail shattered immediately, but the sharp arrow was also bounced obliquely, passing by the woman's body, and slammed into the ground. The arrow was shot surprisingly well, and it was avoided until the tail of the arrow had completely sank into the soil. Only then did the 100,000 soldiers onlookers wake up from their stunned eyes, and couldn't help bursting into applause! Immediately, they realized how disrespectful this was to their profuse sweat, and they couldn't help but change color, and stretched out their hands to cover their mouths.The cheers immediately became muffled, and turned into a sound of "Oh". In the big camp, it was extremely embarrassing. The woman slowly stood up straight, her face pale as paper.Under the redness of the setting sun, a ray of blood dripped from her lips, coating her beautiful face with a touch of blush. Just like the first dawn in the mountains, the first lotus flower blooms, and a faint glow is reflected on the jade-white petals. The red and white complement each other, which is very moving. She panted slightly, as if she hadn't recovered from the thrill of the arrow. This arrow could really be called a killer, if she hadn't been known as the number one master of concealed weapons in the Central Plains, and the best in listening to sounds and shapes in the world, she would have died under this arrow long ago. An Dahan's complexion also changed in shock, he stared blankly at the woman, speechless for a moment. If it wasn't for his first arrow hitting the wooden post, even if this woman has the best ability, she would not be able to dodge the third arrow.If he shoots the first arrow with the same technique as the third arrow, if his first arrow doesn't hit the stake... Is this God's will? The first arrow he shot actually saved the woman! After all, An Dahan is a contemporary hero, these thoughts flashed through his mind, he immediately laughed and said: "It's your turn!" He danced the gold-backed iron tire bow in his hand, and looked at the woman proudly. Since she can catch three arrows from herself, can't she also catch three arrows?How can the dignified grassland sweat profusely, let the woman be merciful? The woman slowly raised her bow and arrow, staring at I Dahan. She couldn't see the slightest fear on the sweaty face.She couldn't help thinking of the person far away in the sky.Perhaps this Great Khan, like himself, is a true hero who never fears anything. Why, the hero is always high above and refuses to lower his gaze a little bit? He couldn't see her close by, and Da Khan couldn't see the people close by. In this world, there are not only achievements and wealth, but also life and poverty.She doesn't know what is more precious, she only knows that she wants to protect everything she sees. She's never been one to think about the big picture, she only suffers from the pain she sees in front of her eyes. If possible, she hoped that those heroes could lower their eyes and only look at the blue sky, look at her, and see the pain around them. She gently held the bow and arrow in her hand. "The first arrow." Mu Feng suddenly became cold, and the eyes of the Hundred Thousand Armored Soldiers were fixed on the feather arrow in her hand, almost stopping her breathing. They no longer dared to despise this woman. This timid woman seemed to be blessed by the gods. There was an unfathomable power hidden in her slender body, which helped her escape from certain murders time and time again. What kind of secret magic power will this arrow of hers carry? Will it bring blood to the sky, or will they watch the fall of a superstar? The mountains are silent, and the sunset is silent. Suddenly, there was a soft "bang". The dust scattered in the twilight and fell from her slender fingers, but it was she who gently broke the feather arrow into two pieces. She said softly: "Please think about it, Great Khan. The elite soldiers under the Great Khan are life, and the people in the deserted city are also life. They are the same as the people of the Great Khan." An Dahan's eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at the woman in disbelief. The woman's face was pale, and the last rays of the setting sun shone down on her face. Her face was covered with exhaustion and dust, and there was a touch of water red on it.I don't know if it's the reflection caused by her clothes, or the original color of the sunlight. Altan Khan suddenly felt that there was no one in the space between heaven and earth, and in front of his eyes, only this woman was talking eagerly. The world, the mountains and rivers, the supreme meritorious service, suddenly became so lonely.When he stood on them, he was like a vast eagle, standing on the iceberg, overlooking the rugged mountains and rivers. At that time, he felt a bone-chilling cold. And this woman is like a ray of sunshine, as long as she gets close, she will be warm. Glaciers, under the sun, will be illuminated with colorful colors.The glacier without sunlight is so dim. His eyes, as if attracted, were fixed on the woman. His thoughts couldn't help fluctuating with her words. Yes, she was right, no matter the people in the deserted city or the hundred thousand elite soldiers, they are all his people.He shouldn't have let them fight each other. It was his duty as a Great Khan to protect them, but he let them kill each other! For the first time, Altan Khan suddenly felt that his mountains of achievements were so pale. Bang, another feathered arrow snapped. "Second arrow, please Khan look at his soldiers, they are so tired." Altan Khan couldn't help turning his eyes to his soldiers. The horse is angry with fresh clothes, and the helmet is bright.His soldiers have infinite fighting spirit, and they have traveled thousands of miles with him, annihilating one tribe after another.He became the greatest Khan on the grassland, and his soldiers became a mighty army. In the past, when Altan Khan saw them, what he saw was victory, glory, meritorious service, and brilliance.But now, what he saw were the blood stains that could not be wiped away in the gaps of the armor, and the wrinkles hidden by the soldiers' temples and worn by the wind and sand on the grassland. How many years have they gone home without disarming? How many times have they watched their companions fall beside them? How many times have they marched against the ice and snow, seeking victory under strict military orders? This is an iron army, but a tired iron army. Hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers were silent together.There was a faint sadness in their eyes. This weak woman, this seemingly powerless woman, this woman who came out of the enemy's camp, understood them very well, and told them the deepest desire in her heart. They are weary, every heart that has fought through the years is weary.It's just that this exhaustion is overwhelmed by merit and bugle, and only at this moment is it touched tenderly. Touching it brings tears to my eyes. The entire camp was silent. The feather arrow shattered again. "The third arrow, please Khan think about his people, have they ever been happy and prosperous?" I Dahan's body trembled, and he couldn't help but look away.He didn't seem to dare to look at the woman again. Many years ago, when he was still a child, stepping on the prairie land, he made a great ideal. He wanted to make his people no longer poor and miserable. He followed in the footsteps of Genghis Khan, an ancient clan, trained iron cavalry, unified the whole Mongolia, and is about to send his troops south to hunt the world.He will establish a career greater than Genghis Khan, and he will make the Mongols truly stand on the top of the world. But, are his people happy?rich? Merit is just the most gorgeous coat. Altan Khan knows the hard work of the nomads. He knows that they are exhausted year after year supporting huge war machines, enduring the devastation of war and the pain of parting relatives. Are they happy?rich? At least 20% of the ethnic groups are struggling to die of starvation and freezing to death; 30% of the ethnic groups, most of the harvest of their grazing will be handed over to the public and become supplies for war. The victory of the conquest and the expansion of the territory, for these people, they can't get any benefits, it will only be the most hypocritical glory. As a leader, Altan Khan knows a thing or two about all this.Every time he thinks about this matter, he will feel a burst of pain.But he believes that as long as the Mongolian army is stronger, he can destroy the Southern Dynasty and unify the whole country, everything will be different. But is that really the case? Is the Southern Dynasty so easy to destroy?The Central Plains has many soldiers and a vast territory. Although it has the help of Brahma, it must take many years of bloody battles to achieve results. What will his people do during this period?Will they be happy?rich? Even if the war is over and the Southern Dynasty really perishes, will they be happy?rich? I answer Khan can not give the answer! Vaguely, he felt that he might have been wrong from the beginning.In front of this woman who is as gentle as sunshine, he suddenly realized that his idea of ​​supporting the people with war might really be wrong. These thoughts have been hovering in his mind for a long time, but he is a generation of heroes, with an extremely firm mind, he will let go of the thought as soon as he changes his mind, and continue to move towards the goal.But for some reason, this woman made him pick up the thought that he had put down, and he couldn't think about it anymore. Al Da Khan's complexion was heavy, and he let the leader of Tumed untie himself and welcome him back to the big tent. The woman was also led into the big tent, and she stood in front of Altan Khan, quietly waiting for orders. Her posture was neither humble nor overbearing, and she didn't urge me to answer Khan, because she knew that if Khan promised her, he would definitely do it.If he wants to renege on his debt, it's useless for her to urge him. Can a deserted city become a free city? Her brows were slightly frowned, and when this goal was so close, she was suddenly very concerned about it. An Dahan sat cross-legged in the middle of the big tent, raised his head and poured down a large glass of fine wine, his beating heart slowly calmed down. He didn't speak. He is waiting. After a long time, Hannaji held his head up, knelt down on the ground, and said sharply: "Save Hannaji as captive to the Great Khan!" His armor was covered with blood, fresh blood. The woman became frightened and couldn't help straightening up. I replied with a smile.There was something cruel in his smile.As if inadvertently, his eyes flicked to the woman. "You won, Desolate City, and it will be a free city from now on." The woman's heart was pounding, and there was a strong sense of foreboding in her heart. Altan Khan was silent, as if mocking the woman with his silence. "However, the deserted city is an empty city from now on." The woman groaned sadly and rushed out of the big tent. Outside the big tent, there is a full battalion of armored soldiers. The sword was unsheathed, and it was placed coldly on the captive's neck.These captives were all wounded and in pain. She knows everyone.When they saw her, their dim eyes suddenly shone with joy, as if they would be saved as long as they saw her. But how can she save them? She raised her head and looked from a distance, and there was a burst of beacon smoke rising from the deserted city. This city without walls has been breached. Just when she was fighting the ice wolf with Altan Khan. ——If she wins, no cavalry will set foot in the deserted city.But before the victory or defeat was decided, the deserted city had already fallen! In this way, he is not a breach of trust. But how did she explain to those who followed her in the bloody battle? She couldn't help but hear the words when she left in her mind. "Believe me, when I come back, I will definitely set you free." But now, the deserted city was in front of her eyes, but she could never go back. All the people in the deserted city became Altan Khan's prisoners. How could he do this! The woman let out a mournful cry, and her body suddenly turned into a cloud of wind, rushing into the golden tent. With a clanging sound, a sword appeared from her hand. The wind of the sword was like a flying crane, lifting her up slowly, breaking through the big pure white tent, and rushing into the tent. This pure white is the dirtiest color in the world. A flash of panic flashed in Hannaji's eyes, he shouted, ordered the soldiers to protect Altan Khan, drew out his waist knife casually, and slashed at the woman! The woman didn't dodge, didn't fight back, and didn't even look at him.Cut off Han Naji with a single knife, pieces of red water spilled, and the woman fluttered down in front of Altan Khan like a butterfly wearing a flower. The Qinghe sword flew in the air, beheading I Dahan. I Dahan stood still, and slowly poured the next glass of wine for myself. Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting the woman's heart. "If I die, they will all be buried for me!" The wind of the sword stopped suddenly, and with a bang, the Qinghe sword fell from his hand. The woman knelt helplessly on the ground. All her strength, composure, and composure fell with this sword.The bloody faces of the people in the deserted city floated before her eyes, turning into the fiercest knives and axes, piercing her heart inch by inch. She raised her eyes, but she no longer had the composure she had when she resisted Altan Khan: "How, how can you let them go?" I said Khan stopped the movement of his hands. He stared at the woman from top to bottom. A few days ago, it was she who led a mob against his army of 100,000.Let this abandoned city almost become the only shame among his numerous achievements. A moment ago, it was she who walked into his camp alone, wrapped in a black cloak.With a weak body, resist the dignity of his king. But now, she has finally lost all her strength, bravery, and dignity.Returning to a bunch of new May lotuses, weak and just wanting to be destroyed. But there is so much power hidden in her body, she can easily touch the hearts of others. Can she sweep away those desolation and loneliness?Can she solve the confusion of the king? Altan Khan's eyes locked on her frail shoulders. He said coldly, "I want you to be my slave." The woman was startled suddenly, raised her eyes, and looked at I Dahan in horror. I Da Khan's eyes did not back down: "Take yourself in exchange for them." The woman's head drooped, then suddenly lifted up. "As long as I stay, will you let them go?" I Dahan smiled lightly. "As long as you are by my side, the deserted city will be a free city." The woman bit her lip tightly. Her posture, her speech, were completely different from the women he had seen before.Under his majesty, they can only be terrified, and will only look up and serve him as a king.But she stood alone in front of the dangerous city, defying his gaze, so gentle, so compassionate, and so strong. The moment she holds the arrow and draws the bow, the setting sun quietly shines on her face. She is like a goddess descending holding a lotus flower, bringing happiness and tranquility to this desolate world. She broke three arrows, but inserted them into the king's heart, causing pain that could never be erased. "Pour me wine." The woman picked up the jug silently, but did not pour it for a long time. For some reason, I Da Khan felt a slight tingling pain in his heart.He had an inexplicable impulse and almost immediately ordered Hannaji to release all the people in the deserted city. But he suppressed his thoughts and stared at the woman coldly. She is just his captive. "What's your name?" He had never asked a woman's name, just as he had never treated any woman with such seriousness. "...Acacia." Altan Khan nodded slightly, waiting, he knew that she would definitely pour the fine wine into his glass. A partial general came in quietly, knelt down and said: "Reporting to the Great Khan, the national teacher is begging for a visit."