Naya drove hurriedly in the opposite direction of the gunfire, and soon rushed out of Risheng Fort.
"Naya, go back, let's save Abba!" Asgen said anxiously.
"No, Abba said, he dragged them out there, let us go by ourselves and leave him alone!" Naya cried and said.
Asgen was stunned.
He suddenly understood that Timur knew that he had no hope of surviving.
He rushed into the encirclement with the determination of death, and brought the few remaining members of the tribe to deal with Miao Yin and them, and fought for A Chong, Asgen and others a chance to escape.
"Abba!" Asgen beat his chest with both hands, tears streaming down his face instantly.
Zi Yang and Su Rui looked at each other and were silent for a while.
Both of them knew in their hearts that even if they went back, this team would not be able to do anything. A few unarmed wounded and sick to attack dozens of heavily armed enemies would be tantamount to hitting rocks with pebbles.
The car rushed to the back of a hillside a few kilometers outside Rishengbao and stopped. Asgen got out of the car, knelt in the direction of Rishengbao, and howled loudly.
There were still sporadic gunshots, and Old Timur was using the last bit of strength in his life to buy time for everyone.
Zi Yang got out of the car and looked at the body full of bullet holes. Not only did he have lingering fears, it was a fluke that they could escape from the rain of bullets.
Zi Yang looked back at the situation of the few people in the car. Old Wang also walked down with Xiao Hei. Both of them fell from the flagpole with bruised noses and swollen faces.
A Chong sat in the car sadly holding Mo Lao San, and Mo Lao San was shot in the chest, and the blood had stained both of them red.
Su Rui tried Mo Lao San's snort and shook his head gently.
Mo Lao San is dead.
Zi Yang looked at Mo Lao San, who was curled up in A Chong's arms, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
In a sense, Mo Laosan is A Chong's elder and everyone's savior.
Zi Yang still clearly remembered that in the temple left in the Tibetan area, if it were not for Mo Lao San's secret help, they had been killed by Scar Jin, Li Tianming and others.
"A Chong, Sanshu Mo is dead, you, you should change your grief and change." Zi Yang comforted softly.
A Chong stood up silently, his right arm was broken, and the remaining left hand was still holding Mo Lao San.
Mo Lao San's dry and thin body was as light as nothing in his hands. Zi Yang took Mo Lao San from A Chong's hand and gently placed him on the ground.
This old man who had been rough throughout his life finally died.
He lives in the world like a joke, no one has ever taken him seriously, and no one takes him seriously.
Now he is dead.
Zi Yang missed him a little.
Although Mo Lao San is not a good person with a bright and majestic outlook, he has never done anything in his life that hurts the truth.
Today, he is dead.
His miserable and unbearable life finally came to an end on the Mongolian wilderness.
Zi Yang, Lao Wang, Su Rui, A Chong, including Xiao Hei, a few people stood in silence in front of Mo Lao San's corpse, which was regarded as seeing him off.
"Lao Mo, you can go with peace of mind. I hope you can go to heaven. May there be countless treasures... and beautiful women waiting for you in heaven." Lao Wang sprinkled a handful of soil on Mo Lao San and gave it to him. The most heartfelt wishes.
The gunshots in Risheng Fort gradually subsided, and soon ceased completely.
It looks like the battle is over.
"Brother Chong, Abba said that you should take me and Ajislan out of Mongolia and never come back again." Naya looked at A Chong, with crystal tears still hanging on her face.
In order to fulfill the last wish of his ancestors, and to save the last hope of the two cavalry forces, A Chong and Xiao Hei, the old Timur had exhausted all the strength of the Canglang clan.
Ajislan and Naya, perhaps the only concern he left in the world.
A Chong gently wiped the tears from Naya's cheeks and nodded silently.
Ajislan stood beside Naya, his injured arm was still bandaged around his neck, watching Achong's broken arm with two big eyes open.
Zi Yang looked at Xiao Hei, who was injured on his leg and sitting on the ground, with a confused face on his face.
In just a few days, everyone seemed to have been in hell, wounded, disabled.
Even now, they are still not out of danger of death. After Miao Yin and the others dealt with Timur, will they continue to chase them
The car had broken down, and they were in a desperate situation.
What should I do next
Asgen still knelt in the direction of Rishengbao, hanging his head silently.
Zi Yang looked around at the endless desert around him, no direction in his heart.
Even Su Rui, who has always been organizing, stood by silently.
Where else can they escape
Lao Wang didn't know when he took out a telescope from the car and lay on the ground to observe the lookout in the direction of Risheng Fort. After a while, he suddenly shouted, "Hurry and see! What is that?"
Zi Yang took the telescope in Lao Wang's hand and followed the direction of his fingers, only to see three small shadows hung on the three tall flagpoles in the Mashi yard.
Zi Yang's heart sank, he had already guessed who was on it.
Asgen snatched the sight glasses, and after seeing the person on it, his anger was wide, his teeth clattered.
It was Timur and the two other Cangwolves who hung on the flagpole.
Timur was hung on the flagpole in the middle, with his hands tied behind his back and his head tilted aside. His face can be vaguely seen in the telescope, his gray beard and hair are covered with blood stains, and his small body is gently licking on the flagpole, it seems that there is no life left.