Chapter 74 Defeat

History.

Dream solar calendar, the dozens of days before the winter of the fourth year of Lin Xi was the time when the heroes on the grassland withered. First, the old king of Chinasi, was killed. Su and Saihan, one of the three famous generals of Chinas, were seriously injured and lost 20,000 horsebacks. Then Suzil and Ke Chinas, the new kings of Chinas, organized a counterattack against Azlan and adopted extremely strategic and huge tactics to bet on all the troops of Chinas, but it was once again miserable. General Aratan, one of the three famous generals of Chinas, died in the battle, and the young kings Suzil and Ke themselves were also captured.

This battle is recorded in the history of the barbarians. The tactics used by the new king Sujile and Ke are unprecedented on the grassland. This kind of tactic is confusing and seductive, burying the killing in the most in the most inconspicuous place for a fatal attack, which is very different from the habitual direct frontal impact of the two armies of the barbarian army. However, in the end, because Azeslan used the Fanyang heavy crossbow from the southern machine manufacturing power, the balance of victory tilted to Azeslan.

Even Huyan Erdun Ketu himself said that he was really lucky, because at that time, he had seen General Altancang pull his bow to him in 300 steps. If it hadn't been for the last moment that General Khan's bow string had been broken by Azlan's arrow, I'm afraid he would have been dead! Huyan Erdun specifically admitted to record this detail in the history books of the barbarians. In his heart, he paid tribute to General Alatancang, the initiator of this whole tactical and the last blow!

But for the south, we should be glad that such a tactical strategy with a strong southern military philosophy failed. If it is successful, the barbarian generals will learn to imitate the military books in the south. The powerful barbarian cavalry will cooperate with the best military philosophy in the south. No one wants to meet such a barbarian army!

The ignorant barbarians will only see victory and defeat. No matter how good the tactics are, no matter how successful the strategy is, they fail to achieve their goals. Even if they fail in the last step, they will feel ashamed and unforgivable. The prestige of young Sujile and Ke Chinas has greatly reduced their prestige in the tribe. He is not as domineering and majestic as his father. He only relies on the expectations and hopes of hundreds of thousands of herdsmen in the tribe. However, in this battle, he buried more than 30,000 powerful horses, thousands of phers, and a brave general, who also buried the revival of Chinas. Hope.

The history of Chi Naisi's sole power on the grassland is over. Instead, the rise of the lion king of Azlan, Huyan Erdun Ketu. Hu Yan, known as the 'old lion', did not choose to inherit the title of 'king'. He still likes to call him the Lion King. However, with the defeat of Chinasi, the rise of the Lion King has become inevitable, but the overall strength of the barbarians has been greatly damaged. Since the Lion King, the barbarians have never organized a war against the south. It was not until Suille and Ke, the king of Zunwu, regained power with Chi Nasi, and the barbarians condensed into a whole that their strength slowly recovered.

What is recorded in the history books is only this very strategic war, which records the powerful and lethality of Fanyang in the south, and the regret of the last blow of General Alatancang, but it is not recorded in the wilderness thousands of miles away on the battlefield. The battle between two secret races standing at the peak of world power, perhaps Too strange, perhaps too afraid of this force, people would rather be annihilated in the long river of history.

The war between Chinas and Azislan has ended. The Azeslan warriors who were cleaning up the battlefield casually piled the bodies of the dead Knights of Chinas and stripped off their armor. The naked bodies were extremely cold. The body is useless. These armors were originally made of fine iron in the south and can be recasted. The arrows inserted in the body were also pulled out. A large piece of flesh and blood were torn off by the barb on the arrowhead. The warrior's body looked ferocious as if it had been bitten by a wolf.

As for the injured and alive Chinasi warrior, only the warriors were killed with a knife, and the wounded and light enemies were captured as slaves of Azeslan. Since then, their descendants have been branded as slaves for generations. This is the rule of barbarian war, cruel and true.

The Lion King Huyan Erdun Ketu rode on a war horse and let the war horse carry him to the battlefield. His majestic eyes swept across the battlefield, and his face was old and calm. Finally, he really defeated Chi Naisi on the battlefield, and he was not happy at all. He remembered how cold and powerful Su and Saihan, who were carrying out tribal massacres against the Gaza when he first became the king of Ariesran Khan more than ten years ago. He stood high and watched the Bōrither Chinas, who was beheaded and killed one by one, and he looked up at the British who stood at the peak of the grassland with these forces and power. Xiong only feels like a small and mayfly.

But now, the old king who frightened him was killed by him, Su and Saihan also became a waste man, and the general Alatancang also died... At the beginning, the magnificent cavalry that ravaged the whole extreme north grassland was defeated by himself, and the armor was piled with bare corpses left there. Since then, the whole grassland has been in his pocket. He also wanted to stand at the peak like a hero who once feared him, but he couldn't be happy and his heart suddenly emptied a lot.

It is Huyan's greatest wish to kill the regent Chinasi, avenge his sister Masulda and become the most powerful man in the far north. Now that the wish has come true, my heart is lost and empty, as if the belief that has supported me for so many years has been broken...

He raised his head, took a deep breath of the smell of blood on the battlefield, and poured cold air into his chest, making his drowsy mind clearer.

"King, I found that Suille and Ke Chinasi, the sons of Chi Naisi..." The samurai's voice came from behind, interrupting his thoughts.

He stopped the horse and looked back majestically. The warrior dragged a young warrior and threw it to the ground like a sack. Suil and Ke Chinas, the son of Bolite Chinas, the last man with the surname of Chinas, is now lying under his own horse like a dead dog. Chinas, the most powerful surname on the grassland, has fallen.

The young man's eyes were distracted, and his whole body collapsed on the ground as if he were soft. His simple face was bloodless, and there was no decentness that a king should have. But the Lion King did not hate this failed young man at all. Instead, he sympathized with him and could even understand him!

Didn't you come from this? At that time, several princes of the Azlan tribe competed for power. He was extremely weak and powerless. He relied on his sister to sacrifice her happiness as a woman in exchange for the Gaza tribe to support him to become the king of Azlan Khan, and his sister was killed in the tribal massacre of Chinas to the Gaza tribe. At that time, he was killed by the kings Bori Te Chinas and Su He • Saihan looked down, and the dog was not as good as him.

Although he is so young, he is carrying such a heavy fate that he can almost kill himself with such a huge and sophisticated battle plan.

He looked down majestically at Suzile and Ke Chinas, as if he were looking at his former shadow! The turbid yellow-brown eyes are not so sharp.

"Is your Highness going well? That's great. It's going well here." Suddenly, Shura in a red robe suddenly appeared. His slender body was still straight and his face was beautiful, but he was holding a young man in a blue rhsenzi robe in his arms. Looking closely, their faces were surprisingly similar. The long Shura and the night stars in their arms are intertwined into an ancient and mysterious cross, with a beautiful face, a god-like mystery, and aristocratic temperament. On this cruel and domineering battlefield, they are separated from the dust and beauty.

"Star--" Without waiting for the Lion King to speak, the distracted Suril and Ke suddenly struggled to get up and rushed to the unconscious teenager in Shura's arms, but as soon as he stood up, he was kicked to the ground from behind by the Azlan warrior and made a muffled hum.

"Who is this?" The Lion King said gloomily, and he was always wary of this mysterious Mengyang messenger.

"People with the same power as me!" Shura said briefly, as if he didn't want to mention more about the night stars.

"You are very weak!" The Lion King glanced at Shura and said in a low voice.

Shura was stunned for a moment, and his scarlet pupils tightened - he didn't like this kind of thing to be seen through by a humble mortal.

But he is indeed very weak. Although Ye Xingchen was defeated by him, he was not easy. He had to admit that this teenager not only inherited the appearance of his mother Mengfan God, but also optimized the blood power of the magician from his father's clan. When the immature power of the night stars was fully displayed, it could be equal to him. In fact, Ye Xingchen's bloodline has surpassed him, and the power of the magician is more powerful than him, but he is much better than Ye Xingchen's use of spells. Xingchen is like a child who can only use brute force and does not know how to use the least spells to launch the greatest effect. Although he won, he was seriously injured.

Shura can be sure that as long as he gives the night stars time, he will not be his opponent. Moreover, the teenager's mind, emotional control, and control of the overall situation were terrible, completely exceeding his expectations. Now Shura is no longer looking forward to the teenager lying in his arms, but deep fear and fear!

"What's wrong with the stars? What did you do to him?" Suzile and Ke were still struggling under the suppression of the Azislan warriors, their eyes were no longer distracted, and they stared at Shura and roared violently. Chi Nasi was defeated and he did not lose his temper like this, but at this time he struggled desperately for the stars. Perhaps in his heart, the night stars are more important than the whole tribe!

Shura ignored him, just looked down at the night stars in his arms and said, "The tactics of this war are also his mind. It's very powerful! If Your Highness didn't come from Fanyang, I'm afraid you can't stand here and talk to me now.

"Yes, that's true." The king said in a low voice.

"This teenager is a native of Mengyang, the son of Ye Mingshan, the heavenly general of Mengyang Town, and the Mengyang nobleman exiled to the grassland!" Shura said softly.

The Lion King was stunned. He had heard of Mengyang's General Zhentian. General Zhentian of Mengyang and General Yan of Fanyang are both famous generals in the south. He learned more about General Zhentian. Mengyang is the first person to line up in 50 years and fight against Chi Naisi's vigorous riding with light armor brigade arrays, which is enough to be proud of the world. Unexpectedly, this tactic came from the hands of this beautiful teenager. The southerners are really crouching tigers and hiding dragons. What's more terrible is that this teenager actually has the same power as Mengyang's messenger...

"Two young people almost won His Royal Highness the Lion King. It's already rare. I don't know how His Royal Highness is going to deal with them?" Shura tilted his head and looked at the Lion King, with a solemn tone, with the unique noble temperament of the magician.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and the Lion King looked down at the night stars and Suzile Heke, and his eyes were as sharp as knives. The best way, of course, is to kill the last person with the surname of 'Chi Nasi'. Since then, the Chi Na Si, who has ruled the grassland for hundreds of years, has been cut off, and Er Dun Ketu has become the new royal family of the barbarians!

But the Lion King slowly said, "Let them go, and the prisoners of Chi Nasi will also be returned. Chi Nasi and men who can fight, organize a group of troops and continue to fight with me. Kill over and over again until the last man died. I give dignity to Chi Nasi, the dignity of losers!"

As soon as he said this, not only Shura was stunned, but also Sujile and Ke were stunned. No one knew what the old Lion King was thinking, but the Lion King had waved his hand to let Hu pass the order from the warrior. He said in a low voice: "Cut off the head of the warrior who died in battle, tie each other with his hair, tie it to the horse's tail and drag it back..." After saying that, the Lion King was silent and urged the horse to leave.

This newly rising grassland emperor does not seem to be very happy. All these eye-catching results are regarded as clouds by him, leaving people with only a tall and lonely back.

Return to the Chinas Camp on the south bank of the Rana River.

Most of the herdsmen's families are left with only old women and children. The men who can fight have followed the generals and kings to the battlefield. They have been fighting for almost a day, and I don't know what the result will be.

The days of the grassland in winter in the far north are very short. I feel that it hasn't been long since I sent my man to the battlefield. The gloomy sky is dimmed again and it's almost dark. The smell of meat porridge and goat's milk came from the tent. Except for the quiet and terrible, the Chinas Camp is no different from usual.

The periphery of the tribe uses fences, ox carts and fences to form a barrier to surround the herdsmen's tents, and warriors patrol outside all the time. This day is destined to be extraordinary. How many people's hearts have been touched by the decisive battle between Chinas and Azlan?

The warriors guarding outside the tribe showed a worried look in their eyes and looked at the battlefield in the north. Although they didn't say a word, their eyes had exposed their mood!

At night, the cold wind in the far north raged, and the wind seemed to be wrapped in the coldness of the whole winter across the withered grassland. This is only early winter, and the cold wind has made people unable to reach out. Suddenly, vague silhouettes flashed on the horizon in the distance. Their waists were crescent, their hands were held on their chests, and they were trembling with cold. They walked like walking corpses, staggering, and their bodies were full of scars. Clear silhouettes appeared from the front line of the world, and there were tens of thousands of people - nearly 100,000 people when they went to war, and only 10,000 people came back alive?

The warrior guarding the camp roared loudly: "Come on, come and see--" His voice was a little vague in the cold wind, but the trembling in his voice was clearly audible.

The herdsmen and warriors who heard the sound came out of the tent and ran here. The group of staggers are getting closer and closer. The well-looking warriors can already see their faces clearly. A warrior lost his voice and shouted, "This is - this is our warrior - Chi Nashi is defeated, defeated?" As if he was scared by his words, the warrior suddenly covered his mouth and dared not speak again.

But his voice has spread, "Chi Nasi is defeated - we are defeated - Chi Na Si is over -" Such a voice ripples like a stone falling into a pool. Everyone's hearts sank into the abyss in an instant. Chi Nasi's hundred years of glory, with the return of this group of defeated warriors, it broke into powder!

There are constantly herdsmen running out of the tent and huddled in front, hoping to find their relatives from the defeated warriors who came back. Before going on the expedition in the morning, these warriors obviously rode powerful horses, dressed in armor, and rushed to the battlefield with the momentum of mountains and rivers. After such a while, only so many warriors were stripped of their armor, covered with blood, trembling with cold, and staggering like old dogs.

They are getting closer and closer, and their eyes are gradually full of brilliance - they can see that their home is in front of them. Although they are defeated, their home is still there! What supports them now is the belief of going home. The herdsmen did not blame them for their defeat and humiliated them. They silently went back to take out the sheepskin jacket from their tent, grabbed the meat and the hot sheep's milk in the copper stove. They walked up against the defeated warriors, whether it was their own family or not, silently put the sheepskin jacket on their cold bodies. The sheepskin bag with boiling sheep's milk was stuffed into the hands of the warriors and led them back to the tribe.

At this time, all the Chinas people were family, regardless of surnames, slaves and nobles. They were even more enthusiastic about this group of defeated warriors than welcoming the victors. It's just that the atmosphere is very dull, and no one speaks. The silence is terrible! Tens of thousands of people stood together, but no one spoke. Except for the whist of the wind, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

This is a thin old man squeezed out from behind the crowd. He was wearing a gorgeous priestly robe, and his gray hair and beard were blown by the wind, but his small black eyes glowed coldly. The great shaman, the spiritual pillar of the barbarians, the messenger of the gods rushed out. He stepped forward, grabbed a Chi Nasi warrior, shook him hard, and said fiercely, "Where are the night stars? What about Suzil and Ke? What about the Alatan warehouse? Where's the flower? Who else is alive?

The big shaman's thin and skinny arms were amazing at this time, holding the poor warrior's collar and shaking, and the warrior's burly body was almost broken like paper. After the tribe began to move south, he and Shen Fan both stayed in Lihuoyuan to calculate the good or bad luck of the Chinasi war. When it came to the death of the Bolite, the big shaman's heart was confused. After all the calculation, he came to the conclusion that the Chinasi was defeated. The big shaman rushed back from the original fire. Sujile and Ke have gone on an expedition with the night stars and the warriors. They are going to kill the old lion, second only to the hero of Bolite Chinas. How can this not surprise him?

The warrior's body is crumbling and is about to become a part. Only the big shaman asked about the war in a loud voice. All the warriors lowered their heads silently, holding the cooked mutton and sheep's milk sent by the herdsmen. They couldn't say a word. They knew that they were sinners of naked thoughts, and they felt guilty.

The defeated warriors did not answer the words of the great shaman, but twisted their heads back and made way out. The big shaman didn't talk much and left the warrior and ran along the way they gave way. His thin body runs as fast as there is infinite power at this time, but the reality of meeting him is cruel.

At the end of the samurai was a war horse, and there were two people sitting immediately. Suzile and Ke's broad and honest faces were not blood, while Ye Xingchen, who sat in front of him, was still unconscious and his eyes were closed as if they were dead. The two were so weak that they sat on the war horse, holding the horse's reins loosely, allowing the war horse to carry them back.

Su Iller and Ke opened their eyes confusedly. His mouth was very dry and astringent, and his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly be heard in the wind. From his closed mouth, it can be guessed that he was saying: "Big Shaman--" Big drops of tears rolled out of his bloody eyes, and the young king cried as if he had lost The child of everything is very sad.

The big shaman faced the war horse, and what he saw stunned him - a long head was tied behind the tail of the war horse, tied together with his hair, and there was no end at a glance... These are all the gems of Chi Naisi! The living warrior was cut off his head and sent back in such a humiliating way. His old eyes followed the samurai's head. The bloody face, the pair of unyielding eyes could not close their eyes, and even the expression of the moment before his head was cut off was retained - unwillingness, anger, grief...

The big shaman felt cold in his heart. He was old and could not stand such a bloody scene. But he still took a step forward, cut off the long list of heads tied behind the horse's tail with a knife, and led the war horse into the tribe. He trembled all over and said to himself, "Bori Tie, Bori Post, Chi Nasi... Is Chi Nasi really over?"

The old man's face was full of tears, and muddy tears flowed into the cracked wrinkles on his face, which were cold and stung by the wind.