Years later, in response to the edicts of the Khans, the tribes rushed to the holy city and helped the Buddhist sons they admired to save the holy city. The story is still passed down by word of mouth and has become the most talked about by the people of every tribe. one of the legends.
The Buddha is the king in their hearts. As long as the Buddha gives an order, every tribe is willing to charge for him.
On that day, black smoke filled the air, and the fire was blazing. Trapped in the wilderness outside the Holy City.
The heavy cavalry ripped apart the battle formation of the tribal soldiers, the infantry with shields approached step by step, the soldiers behind them wielded spears, and the archers drew bows and arrows at the rear and on both wings.
After a whole day of strangulation, the Northern Rong Allied Forces were in a state of utter splintering and collapsed. Seeing that the dilapidated tribal flags fell one after another, they turned around and fled in despair, and the wolves ran wild.
Maubido, the little prince of the Ujiri tribe with a bronze mask on his face, and his father led the tribal warriors to pacify the camp of the Northern Army.
The coalition tried to break through, and the encirclement of the cavalry became smaller and smaller, and the pockets were slowly tightened. The coalition forces could only retreat. Several tribesmen retreating from different directions slammed into one place. They found that behind them and on the left and right sides were all their comrades who were surrounded like themselves. They had no way out.
Tens of thousands of people were squeezed tightly into large closed circles, people next to each other, arms squeezed, war horses trampling soldiers, everyone did not care about killing the enemy, and rushed forward and upward with all their might. To ensure that you are not trampled into a puddle of meat by other people and horses' hooves. Once they fell, they couldn't get up again. The soldiers climbed on horseback, climbed the crowd, and rushed away from everyone who stood in front of them.
The iron arrow volleyed down with the sound of breaking the sky, and brought up a fluffy blood flower.
The snow-covered ground was dyed red with viscous blood.
The setting sun is like blood, and the north wind is cold.
Haidu Aling turned his horse around, his felt robe was stained with blood, and he fought all day long. In a circle, he looked at the reinforcements pouring in like a tide, listening to the miserable howls of the soldiers in desperation, and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Frustration, depression, despair came to my mind.
The end of the hero, the battle of trapped beasts.
He thought that he had trapped Tanmaraka through the civil strife in the royal court, but he did not expect that the one who was really trapped was himself.
Wakhan Khan always looked forward and backward in the face of Tammaraka, and was extremely cautious, even with grass and trees. As long as Tamara's flag appeared on the battlefield, Wakhan Khan's heart was raised.
In the past, Beirong nobles ridiculed that Wakhan Khan was frightened by a monk, and Haidu Aling did the same. They thought that Wakhan Khan would be too worried and indecisive when he was old.
Now he understood Wakhan Khan's pains.
The generals were covered in blood and rushed over: "Prince, we will cover your breakout!"
Haidu Aling had tears in his eyes, looked at his loyal subordinates, and sighed: "This is the end of the matter. If I lead my troops to break through, the Buddha will definitely concentrate his forces to stop me."
The subordinates looked at each other, and one of them put their horses forward and clasped their fists: "Prince, please take off your battle armor, and let the last general put on your armor. The last general and several thousand people broke through from the northwest corner, and Ajin and the others went from the southeast corner. , Break through the siege in the northeast corner, attract the pursuers, wait for the main force of the royal court to rush over to block it, and then bring people to break through the siege!"
Others chimed in.
Haidu Aling's heart skipped a beat, and the way he could think of escape was the same, but he didn't expect that his subordinates would take the initiative to ask Ying before he spoke.
He took a long sigh and raised his long sword: "You have followed me for many years, even when I betrayed my relatives and left, I will not leave. I am not good at fighting, so I let you follow me in such a situation where you can't survive, how can I escape? Sacrifice you? Why don't you use me as a bait to lure away the elites of the royal court, and you should escape with people!"
When the generals saw his righteousness, they planned to die generously, and cried: "Prince, victory or defeat is a matter of life in the military. If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. You are a hero, and you are the hope of Beirong's recovery. You can't die! To escape, to recover Beirong, and to avenge us in the future!"
They said, regardless of Haidu A Ling's objection, they rushed forward, ripped off his armor, put on his clothes, and pushed him into the crowd.
Haidu Aling mixed in with the soldiers, turned around, and watched his subordinates raise their arms and shout, leading the soldiers to break through in different directions, and his heart ached.
These subordinates are the confidants that he spent so much effort to cultivate, and today, they will all die outside the Holy City.
His face was distorted, his blue veins were ferocious, and his teeth could almost bleed. He turned his head and galloped away in the opposite direction with the rest of his followers without hesitation.
Behind him, troops stationed in various places in the royal court continued to shrink the encirclement under the leadership of Tanmaraga.
Bi Suo looked up and looked around, and saw a figure in the armor of the head coach breaking through surrounded by the Beirong iron cavalry. He squeezed the horse's belly tightly and was about to catch up. , turn back.
Tamara Ka nods at him.
Bi Su no longer hesitated, and chased after him.
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Several Beirong generals split up to lead away the elites of the royal court, and Mobido and Bi Suo all led their troops to chase after them.
Haidu Aling was ecstatic, whipping his whip and urging his horse, like an arrow off the string, straight through the big net of the royal court soldiers, breaking through, leaving the bloody battlefield behind.
Follow closely behind him.
He gripped the reins tightly, and the wound on his face was as painful as a knife cut.
Fortunes and misfortunes depend on each other, planning depends on people, and success depends on heaven. Today he lost to Tamara Ka, and when he regains his strength, he will definitely make a comeback in the future!
Victory is not arrogant, defeat is not discouraged, Beirong men have followed their father and brother to loot and conquer since childhood, a defeat is nothing! Wakhan Khan fought in the north and south, experienced countless battles in his life, and led a humble tribe on the grasslands to establish a powerful Beirong. He escaped danger time and time again, from an orphan without a parent to a coach leading an army of 100,000 people. As long as he survives, he has the possibility to rise again!
He is the son of a wolf, and the blood of the god wolf flows in his body, and he will never admit defeat.
There was a buzzing sound in Haidu Aling's mind, and the personal soldiers behind him suddenly raised their voices and pointed to a canyon in front: "Prince, after crossing this canyon, we can get rid of the chasing soldiers!"
Haidu Aling recovered his senses, raised his head, and looked at the canyon in the distance.
As the sun sets in the west, the pale golden afterglow shrouds the silver-covered peaks on both sides of the canyon, and the snow reflects rays of light.
Thinking of the secret weapon in Li Yaoying's hands, an ominous premonition arose, Haidu Aling's heart pounded, he stopped his horse, thought for a moment, and said decisively, "There may be an ambush in the canyon, so we need to change our way."
Followed in person, turned around with the horse, and the group galloped towards the west.
The wind whistled, Xuefeng stood in the dark twilight, and the sound of horse hooves echoed in the distance like a shower.
Haidu Aling buried his head and ran wildly, wanting to quickly get rid of the pursuers and leave the royal court.
Now that all the armies and tribes have come to the holy city, the other places must be defenseless. As long as he escapes from the boundary of the holy city, he will be safe. Then he can bypass Shacheng and attack Gaochang in a fake manner. Li Yaoying will definitely be scared to withdraw his troops. He took the opportunity to convene the old troops, once again assembled troops and horses, and first returned to the suzerain country to recuperate...
Haidu Aling made a quick calculation, and a sharp scream suddenly sounded in front of him.
In the blood-like setting sun, a roaring dysprosium shot out from behind the boulder beside the avenue and flew straight into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of horses' hooves was crisp, and a group of people and horses rushed out from the hills covered with a layer of rouge under the setting sun. From a distance, it was like a roll of rain clouds wrapped in thunder and lightning, embroidered with the words "Western Army". The flag and the snow-white shirt fluttered in the snow, like a mighty army.
The ground beneath his feet trembled faintly.
But in the blink of an eye, a group of people had already galloped to a few dozen steps away from Haidu Aling, and the flag was getting closer and closer. .
"Aling of Haidu, Xie Qing, the general of the Western Army's Zuo Xiaoqi, has been waiting here for a long time."
Xie Qing drew the knife out of its scabbard, and stared at Haidu Aling with a pair of dark eyes that were as sharp as knives.
Back then, they fled from the Yelu tribe back to the Central Plains, and were only one step away from returning to their hometown. Haidu Aling led an army to pursue them and kidnapped Qiniang. She and the other soldiers were powerless to resist, and could only watch Qiniang being taken away by Haidu Aling.
She is Qiniang's bodyguard, but she cannot protect Qiniang.
During those days, Qiniang was trapped in the tent of Haidu Aling. Day and night, Haidu Aling humiliated Qiniang, tortured Qiniang, and made Qiniang submit. She saw with her own eyes that Qiniang and slaves were driven by Beirong people together, and saw Qiniang dodging crazy horses at the racecourse... She couldn't imagine what Qiniang experienced in the nights after Haidu Aling entered the tent...
From the day Qiniang was kidnapped, she kept reminding herself every day that she must practice martial arts diligently, become stronger, and protect Qiniang!
The sound of the wind suddenly became shrill.
Xie Qing held a long saber and looked at Haidu Aling, two cold rays of light shot out from her eyes.
She has been lying in ambush here for a long time.
This time, she wants to stop Haidu A Ling, and she must not let him escape!
A burst of coolness rose from the soles of his feet, Haidu A Ling was horrified, and his heart shook violently.
Li Yaoying really arranged an ambush.
The woman he wanted to conquer not only never surrendered to him, but also opposes him everywhere, deliberately trying to cut him down.
And he always thought that as long as he built a powerful empire and conquered the royal court and the Western Regions, sooner or later, Li Yaoying would obediently obey him and respect him like those Beirong women.
He is brave, mighty, and tall. He is the number one warrior in the Northern Rong. Li Yaoying scoffs at him, but does not care about life and death for a monk who recites Buddha all day long.
Haidu Aling swallowed the sweet and fishy meaning in his throat, clenched his saber tightly, and laughed wildly: "With people like you, you want to stop me?!"
His voice was hoarse, he pulled out a long knife, his muscles were tense, his whole body was like a sheathed knife, full of murderous aura.
Xie Qing's eyes also had a surging murderous aura, raised his long knife, and rushed towards him with his horse.
The two knives collided and sparks burst.
Swords, lights, swords and shadows flickered, and the two fought together for dozens of rounds, with sweat crawling on their foreheads.
Haidu Aling has a murderous aura, strong internal strength, and the tactics he has learned on the battlefield are decisive and ruthless.
Xie Qing was not as strong as him, and obviously had the disadvantage, but she was not at all cowardly or fearful, and flew up again and again, even if she was injured, she would not retreat.
The sharp blade struck, chopped, chopped, chopped, Xie Qing used all his strength, and the long knife slanted across the side of Haidu Aling's neck.
Haidu Aling escaped this blow, and his heart skipped a beat.
Their respective subordinates screamed and fought.
Xie Qing and his entourage stayed on the sidelines, full of energy. Haidu Aling and the others experienced a great battle. They were exhausted and could no longer launch a sudden attack. They could only quickly form a circular formation to resist the encirclement of the Western Army.
The setting sun put away the last rays of light, and the night was light.
Haidu Aling wielded a long knife, wielding one knife at a time, the figure was still tall and mighty, but his relatives fell down one by one. With a bang, his helmet was knocked down on the snow, his braided hair was loose, his face was bloody and bloody, a pair of eagle-like eyes glowed, and his swordsmanship became more and more fierce.
Xie Qing breathed quickly, stabilized his mind, blocked the slashing, and suddenly flew up, the whole person was like a stream of light passing quickly, and the long knife in his hand slashed towards Haidu Aling.
The sound of breaking the sky is like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.
This move was a knife that Xie Qing condensed and slashed with all his strength. Haidu Aling raised his knife to meet it. With a crisp sound, the long knife rolled the blade, but Xie Qing did not let go of the force. A Ling's neck brought sparks one after another.
Haidu Aling had already tried his best, knowing that he was unable to block the second knife, but he still reacted quickly. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out the short knife around his waist with lightning speed, and stabbed it diagonally.
This knife stabbed Xie Qing in the face, and blood was dripping on her face. Her eyes widened, she didn't step back, she clenched the handle of the knife again in a way that hurt both sides, and the blade fell.
The two people's accomplices screamed in fright, exclaiming in surprise.
In the blink of an eye, Haidu Aling roared angrily, leaned back, the blade cut through his armor and undershirt, leaving a long bloodstain, he gritted his teeth and fell off the horse.
Seeing him fall from the horse, the Xizhou soldiers immediately rode their horses to surround him. A dozen spears stabbed, Haidu Aling endured the severe pain, and a carp jumped up, holding a long knife in his hand, looking at the black pressure of Xizhou soldiers coming over , panting.
Xie Qing stepped back and stood aside with a knife, as if waiting for something.
A few muffled sobbing came into his ears.
Haidu Aling looked back and looked around.
They have been surrounded by the Western Army who have been in ambush for a long time, their relatives are all disheveled, covered in blood, their armor is broken, their robes are stained with blood, their faces are covered with blood, and they can't see their true colors. His eyes were filled with despair and desolation, the horses had already fallen to the ground with exhaustion, the bows and arrows had been used up, the long knives had turned their blades, and the Western Army was approaching step by step.
Today is their day of death.
Someone is wiping tears.
Haidu Aling's heart was on fire, and his eyes were splitting. How could his entourage cry weakly in front of the enemy
Those few people were shaking like sifting chaff, and they pointed to the surrounding Western Army, panic-stricken.
Haidu A Ling's face was covered in blood, and he looked in the direction pointed by Jin Sui.
A group of people and horses with torches approached in the darkness, the darkness was overwhelming, the momentum was calm and chilling, and the flags were pierced and rattled by the wind.
When they got close, the soldiers on both sides pulled their horses out of the way.
The fighting stopped suddenly, and the surroundings were as silent as still water.
A crisp sound of hoofs sounded, and one person by one rode slowly, surrounded by personal soldiers.
Xie Qing greeted her and led a horse for her.
The torchlight reflected on her body and face, illuminating her figure and bright face. She wore a cloak and a felt hat on her shoulders. She stopped her horse in the distance and looked down at Haidu Aling. The snow peaks that do not melt all year round are even colder.
Behind her, a team of soldiers stood with their swords drawn, with a respectful demeanor. It was a team of Xizhou soldiers with deep facial features.
Haidu Aling looked up at Li Yaoying, who was as bright as the moon in the night, and was silent for a long time.
He recognized that the personal soldiers behind Li Yaoying were from Beirong. They had previously followed the Wakhan Khan on an expedition. After being captured by the Western Army, they became loyal to Li Yaoying.
This woman really hated him and brought people to hunt him down in person.
He was a hero, and he was going to die at the hands of a woman.
The corners of Haidu Aling's lips twitched, and she smiled bleakly.
In the silence, a rumbling sound came, and the hoofs roared from the east. Three or four hundred figures on horses rushed out of the night. The leader of the general wore a helmet and a golden armor. The phoenix eyes stared at Haidu Aling coldly, with a domineering imposing manner and a murderous intent, with a long sword in his hand.
Li Zhongqian also came.
The trapped beast is stuck in a cage.
Haidu A Ling closed his eyes and looked back at Li Yaoying.
Yaoying was holding the reins in her hands, her expression was calm, although her face was expressionless, she still did not hide her graceful appearance.
The first time she saw her at the palace banquet, she was dressed in fancy clothes, as bright as the bright moon, and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Haidu Aling's eyes became gloomy.
"Prince, let's surrender! Prince Jinbo and the others surrendered. The Buddha didn't kill him, but he was named king. Prince, surrender to the Buddha. We can still enjoy the glory and wealth!"
"Prince, as long as you live, there is still hope for the country's recovery!"
He personally climbed to the foot of Haidu Aling, hugged his leg, and cried, "Prince, surrender!"
Princess Wenzhao is here, Xie Qing is here, and Li Zhongqian, the legendary champion of the three armies, is also here. They only have so many people left, how can they break through
The night wind was blowing, and it was as cold as snow.
The blood dried up and congealed on his face, and when the wind blew it, it felt like a silver needle was stuck on his face, causing a throbbing pain.
Haidu Aling raised her eyes, looked at her own family, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
He can surrender to any powerful enemy, he doesn't care about fame... But he can only surrender to Li Yaoying.
Even if he surrendered, Li Zhongqian would not let him go. He was ruthless and never showed mercy on the battlefield.
Rather than being humiliated, it is better to die quickly.
Haidu Aling laughed a few times, spat out a mouthful of blood, and raised his short knife, "You can surrender..."
His tone was calm.
Follow him personally, just to fight for a future, since he can't give it, they don't have to accompany him to death.
"You have followed me so far, and you have done your best. Anyone who wants to live should surrender! This king will not blame you."
As for himself, he must fight to the last moment.
He has no choice.
The strong prey on the weak, the ambition and hegemony to conquer all flow in his blood. If he wins, he is the strong man, and if he loses, he will die.
Haidu Aling looked at the dense number of Xizhou soldiers in front of him, and rushed up, hacking, fighting, hacking.
In the distance, Li Zhongqian's face was gloomy. He took the wine bag handed over by his personal soldiers, pulled the stopper, and sprinkled the strong wine on the silver-like blade, and the sword's shadow was as clear as water.
The man in front of him once imprisoned Mingyue Slave.
His phoenix eyes were wide open, and he swept into the array, the rabbits rose and falcons fell, and the sword light trembled, shrouding Haidu Aling in it.
Haidu Aling clenched his teeth and waved his short knife vigorously, his movements becoming slower and slower.
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On the hillside, Yaoying tightened her cloak and witnessed the heroic end of Haidu Aling with her own eyes.
When Haidu Aling's tall figure fell under Li Zhongqian's sword, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she raised her hand to wipe the hair on her temples that was blown by the night wind.
Thinking back to the past, she and her personal soldiers thought that they had finally escaped the clutches, and Haidu Aling suddenly appeared, like a cat chasing a mouse, shattering her hope and making them fall into despair.
Today, Haidu Aling is dead here.
Since then, Bei Rong has no possibility of returning to the country.
The states in the Western Regions will usher in an era of peace and stability. The Helong area will be restored, the trade routes will be unimpeded, the people will be able to produce and work with peace of mind, merchants will be able to travel south and north, and every trade route will be crowded with numerous guest houses.
All wastes are prosperous and prosperous.
There was a moment of silence on the battlefield, and there was a heart-wrenching cry. Haidu Aling's subordinates knelt down beside him. Several of the personal soldiers drew their swords and followed him away. The others cried and abandoned their weapons. surrender.
The soldier asked Yaoying, "Princess, what should I do with the corpse of Haidu Aling?"
Yao Ying said lightly: "He was an enemy general. He died on the battlefield and was buried according to the rules."
Soldiers should be.
The boots trod across the snow, crunching footsteps from far to near.
Li Zhongqian walked towards Yaoying with a long sword in his hand, blood dripping down the thin blade.
Yaoying rolled over and dismounted: "Brother."
Li Zhongqian walked in front of her, looked down at her, his eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were bright and sharp.
"Who dares to bully my Mingyue slave, my brother cut him."
No matter if he is nine years old, eleven years old, twenty-three years old, thirty years old, forty years old... As long as someone bullies Mingyue slave, he will pass the test first.
Yaoying smiled, but before she said anything, Li Zhongqian's face suddenly sank, he threw away his long sword, and snorted coldly.
"Haidu Aling is dead, follow me back to Gaochang immediately!"
These days, he led the Western Army to attack the pass, attracted the attention of Haidu Aling, and made Haidu Aling put down his vigilance. Everything was in their plan. Although there was a little accident, he solved it smoothly, but He didn't know the situation in the holy city for a long time, he was going crazy!
If it wasn't for Yaoying to discuss every step with him before he left, and his subordinates to persuade him to focus on the overall situation every day, he would have led his troops to the holy city!
Yaoying immediately put away her smile and took Li Zhongqian's arm: "Brother, thanks to you holding back the scouts of Haidu Aling during this time, the tribal soldiers can detour from the west to encircle the coalition forces, and Yang Qian can be ignorant. Juedi sneaked up on Haidu Aling's lair..."
Li Zhongqian's mouth twitched, interrupting her: "Don't say these nice things to coax me, you pack your luggage and prepare to go back."
Yaoying sighed, "I can't leave right now, I'll go back to the holy city first."
Li Zhongqian frowned.
At this time, Yuanjue came out of the queue and clasped his fists at Li Zhongqian: "Duke Wei, the king specially instructed me that if I see you, I must tell you, and the king please be sure to visit the holy city."
Li Zhongqian raised his eyebrows: "Why should I go to the Holy City?"
Yuanjue said: "Wang said that you asked him a few questions and asked him to promise you one thing, but he couldn't answer your questions at that time."
Li Zhongqian was expressionless.
Yaoying looked up at him and squinted her eyes: "Brother, what question did you ask the mage?"
The corner of Li Zhongqian's mouth twitched, but without answering her words, he raised his foot and walked away.
Yaoying looked at his back, shook her head and laughed, turned to talk to Xie Qing.
Yuanjue rolled his eyes, trotted to keep up with Li Zhongqian, and said in a low voice, "King Wei, the king said that he can answer the question of Duke Wei now. When the time comes, take the time to see him. If Duke Wei is not free, the king can go to Gaochang to see you.”
Li Zhongqian stopped in his footsteps, a chill flashed across his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
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The personal soldiers and Beirong prisoners stayed behind to clean up the battlefield, and Li Zhongqian followed Yaoying back to the Holy City on horseback.
Outside the Holy City, the war is over.
In order to cover Haidu Aling's breakout, several of his subordinates fought bloody battles with iron cavalry, but they did not hold on for too long. Moviduo led the tribal soldiers to smash the battle formation of the Northern Rong Iron Cavalry, destroying the dead and tearing the last solid front of the coalition directly.
One after another, a long melodious sound resounded throughout the world. This time, it was not the frightening drumbeat of the enemy's attack, but the trumpet of victory representing the victory of the royal court.
The people hiding in the Wang Temple were so excited that they burst into tears and walked out of the Wang Temple, climbed the cliffs and broken city walls, and cheered for victory.
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