Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Many years later, in response to the edicts of the sweat of the people, the tribes rushed to the holy city to help their admired Buddha rescued the holy city’s danger. The story is still spread among the people, and it has become the most talked about by the people of every tribe. One of the legends.

Buddha is the king in their minds, as long as the Buddha gives an order, every tribe is willing to charge for him.

On that day, the black smoke was filled, the fire was raging, the tribal coalition forces and the garrison from various places were like gods, and iron arrows were overwhelming. Trapped in the wilderness outside the holy city.

The heavy horse shredded the battle formation of the tribal soldiers, and the infantry holding the shield approached step by step. The soldiers behind them wielded their spears, and the archers drew bows and shot arrows at the back and on the two wings.

After a whole day of strangling, the North Rong coalition forces were dissipated and defeated. Seeing that the broken tribal flags fell one after another, they turned and fled in despair, and the wolves rushed.

The little prince Mobydo of Ujiri, with a bronze mask on his face, and his father led the tribal warriors to step down the camp of the Northern Rong forces. Wherever the iron cavalry passed, blood flowed into rivers and corpses were everywhere.

The coalition forces tried to break through the encirclement, the encirclement of the cavalry units shrank, and the pockets slowly tightened. The coalition forces could only retreat. Several tribal soldiers retreating from different directions slammed into one place, and found that their back, left and right sides were all surrounded by their comrades, and they had no way of retreating.

Tens of thousands of people were tightly compressed into a large closed circle. People were next to each other, their arms squeezed their arms, and war horses trampled on soldiers. Everyone couldn’t care about killing the enemy and tried their best to rush forward and upward. In order to ensure that you are not trampled on by other people and horseshoes. Once he fell, he couldn't get up again. The soldiers climbed up on horsebacks, climbed on the pile of people, and rushed away from everyone who stood in front of them.

Tie Jian volleyed down with the sound of breaking through the air, bringing up a puff of blood.

The snowy ground was stained red with sticky blood.

The setting sun is like blood, and the wind is bitter.

Haidu Aling pulled his horse and turned his head, his felt robe was stained with blood, and he had been fighting for a whole day. He was exhausted and his body was wounded. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, revealing a face with open flesh, pale golden eagle eyes looking around. In a circle, I looked at the reinforcements rushing around like a tide, listened to the desperate howling of the soldiers in my ears, and laughed at himself.

Frustration, depression, and despair flooded my mind.

The hero's end, the battle between the trapped beasts.

He thought he had trapped Tamaraga through the civil strife in the royal court, but he did not expect that the person who was really trapped was himself.

Wahan Khan always looked forward and backward in the face of Tamaraga, being extra cautious, and even the vegetation was a soldier. As long as the banner of Tamaraga appeared on the battlefield, Vahan Khan's heart was lifted.

In the past, the Beirong nobles laughed at Wahan Khan when a monk was frightened and frightened, and so did Haidu Aling, thinking that Wahan Khan would be too worried and indecisive when he was old.

Now he understood Wakhan Khan's painstaking efforts.

The generals were covered in blood and rushed over: "Prince, we cover your breakthrough!"

Haidu Aling looked at his loyal subordinates with tears in his eyes, 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 pulled their horses forward and clasped their fists: "Prince, please take off your armor and let the Admiral put on your armor. The Admiral leads thousands of people to break through from the northwest corner, and Ah Jin and the others from the southeast corner. , The northeast corner breaks through, attracts chasing troops, and when the main force of the royal court rushes over to intercept, you will take advantage of the chaos to break through!"

Others echoed.

Haidu Aling's heart jumped slightly, and the way he could think of getting out was the same, but he didn't expect his subordinates to take the initiative to ask before he spoke.

He sighed and raised his long knife: "You have followed me for many years, even when all my betrayal and relatives leave. I have not been able to fight, so that you can fall into such a difficult situation with me to survive. How can I get out? Sacrifice you? It's better to use me as the bait to entice the elite of the royal court, and you take someone to escape!"

The generals saw him awe-inspiring, planning to go to death generously, crying: "Prince, victory or defeat is commonplace in the military, stay in the green hills, worry about no firewood, your hero is the hope of the restoration of the North Rong, you can not die! You must Can escape, can recover Beirong, and avenge us in the future!"

They said, ignoring Haidu Aling's opposition, rushing forward, pulling off his armor, changing into his clothes, and pushing him into the crowd.

Haidu Aling mixed into the soldiers, turned his head and watched his subordinates booming and shouting, leading the soldiers to break through in different directions, suffering from colic.

These subordinates are the confidants that he has spent so much thought to cultivate, and today, they will all die outside the holy city.

His face was twisted, his veins and veins were fierce, he could almost bleed from his teeth, he turned his head, and without hesitation, he took the remaining relatives and galloped away in the opposite direction.

Behind him, troops stationed in various parts of the royal court, under the leadership of Tamaraga, continued to narrow the encirclement.

Bi Suo looked up and saw a figure in the coach’s armor breaking through the surroundings of the Beirong cavalry. He pinched the horse's belly tightly and was about to catch up. The corner of his eyes swept to the other two corners of the figure, frowning slightly. , Look back.

Tamara Gha nodded to him.

Bi Suo stopped hesitating, and rode a horse to catch up.

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Several Beirong generals led away from the elite of the royal court, and Mobyduo and Bi Suo all led their troops to chase them.

Haidu Aling was ecstatic, whipping his horse, like an off-stringed arrow, straightly piercing the net of the royal soldiers, breaking out, and leaving the **** battlefield behind.

Kiss followed closely behind him.

He clutched the reins tightly, his face hurting like a knife cut.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, it is up to people to plan, and it is up to the sky. Today he lost to Tamaraga. When he regroups, he will surely make a comeback in the future!

Victory is not arrogant, defeat is not discouraged, Bei Rong Naner has followed his father and brother to looting and conquering since childhood. A defeat is nothing! Wakhan Khan fought south to the north and experienced countless battles in his life, leading an unremarkable small tribe on the grassland to establish a powerful Bei Rong. He escaped from danger time and time again, from an orphan with no father and no mother to the head coach of a hundred thousand army, as long as he can survive, he has the possibility of rising again!

He is the son of a wolf, with the blood of a **** wolf flowing in his body, and he will never give up.

There was a buzzing in Haidu Aling's mind, and the soldiers behind him suddenly raised their voices and pointed to a gorge in front of him: "Prince, through this gorge, we can get rid of the chasing soldiers!"

Haidu Aling recovered, raised his head and looked at the gorge in the distance.

As the sun sets, the pale golden afterglow covers 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 hand, an ominous premonition rose, Haidu Aling's heart was pounding, he stopped, thought for a moment, and decisively said: "There may be an ambush in the canyon, change your way."

The pro-accompaniment was, followed the dial horse and turned around, and the group of people galloped toward the west.

The wind howled, the snow peak stood in the dark twilight, and the sound of horseshoes echoed from a distance like a shower of rain.

Haidu Aling immersed his head and ran wildly, wanting to quickly get rid of the chasing soldiers and leave the royal court.

Now that all armies and tribes have come to the holy city, other places must be guarded against the emptiness. As long as he escapes from the holy city boundary, he is safe. Then he can bypass the sand city and pretend to attack Gaochang. Li Yaoying will definitely withdraw his troops in fright. He took the opportunity to summon the old ministry, once again assembled troops and horses, and first returned to the sovereign state to recuperate...

Haidu Aling quickly made plans, and a sharp scream suddenly sounded in front of him.

In the **** setting sun, a Mingdi shot out from behind the huge boulder beside the avenue and flew straight to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of horse hooves was crisp, and a group of people galloped out after the hills covered with a thick rouge under the setting sun, looking from a distance like a rain cloud wrapped in thunder and lightning, embroidered with the words "Western Army". The flag and the snow-white battle robe are hunting and flying in the snow, like a thousand horses.

The ground under my feet trembles faintly.

But in the blink of an eye, the group of people has galloped a few dozen steps away from Haidu Aling, the flags are getting closer and closer, the headed generals are in white robe and silver armor, headbands, long swords on the waist, and cold faces. .

"A Ling of Haidu, Xie Qing, General Zuo Xiaoqi of the Western Army, have been waiting here for a long time."

Xie Qing drew the knife out of its sheath, a pair of pitch-black eyes staring at Haidu Aling tightly, their eyes sharp as a knife.

Back then, they fled from Yelu's tribe back to the Central Plains, only one step away from returning to their hometown, Haidu Aling led an army to chase and take Qiniang away. She and the other soldiers were unable to resist, and could only watch Qiniang being taken away by Haidu Aling.

She is Qiniang's guard, but she can't protect Qiniang.

During that period, Qiniang was trapped in the big tent of Haidu Aling. Day and night, Haidu Aling humiliated Qiniang, tortured Qiniang, and made Qiniang surrender. She saw Qiniang and slaves being driven by the Beirong people together, and seeing Qiniang avoiding crazy scared horses in the horse farm... She couldn't imagine what Qiniang experienced every night after Haidu Aling entered the account. ...

From the day Qiniang was taken away, she would constantly remind herself every day that she must practice martial arts diligently, to become stronger, and she must protect Qiniang!

The wind suddenly became bitter.

Xie Qing was holding a long knife and looking at Haidu Aling, two cold and cold lights shot out from her eyes.

She has been lying in wait here for a long time.

This time, she wanted to stop Haidu Aling, and she would never let him escape!

A chill rushed from the soles of the feet, Haidu Aling's hair was horrified, and his heart shook violently.

Sure enough, Li Yaoying arranged an ambush.

The woman he wanted to conquer, not only never surrendered to him, but also opposed him everywhere, deliberately trying to cut him off.

And he had always thought that as long as he built a powerful empire and conquered the royal court and the Western Regions, Li Yaoying would sooner or later be like those Northern Rong women, obediently lay down on him, respecting him.

He is brave, mighty and tall, and is the number one warrior of the Northern Rong. Li Yaoying sneered at him, but was a monk who chanted Buddhism all day without caring about life and death.

Haidu Aling swallowed the sweet and fishy meaning that surged into his throat, clenched his saber tightly, and laughed wildly: "You guys want to stop me too?!"

With a hoarse voice, he pulled out a long knife, his muscles tightened, and his whole body was like an unsheathed knife, full of murderous intent.

There was also a surging murderous intent in Xie Qing's eyes. He raised his long knife and rushed towards him with a horse.

Two knives hit each other, sparks flew.

The sword and the shadow flickered, and the two fought each other. After dozens of rounds of fighting, sweat crawled on their foreheads.

Haidu Aling is murderous, with strong internal strength, and the tricks experienced on the battlefield are decisive and fierce.

Xie Qing is not as strong as him, and obviously has a disadvantage, but she is not cowardly or afraid, and she flies up again and again, even if she is injured.

The sharp blade hit, chopped, chopped, chopped, Xie Qing exhausted all his strength, and the long knife obliquely rubbed the side of Haidu Aling's neck.

Haidu Aling escaped this blow, and was frightened.

Their respective men screamed and fought.

Xie Qing and his party were full of energy. Haidu Aling and the others had gone through a big battle. They were tired and unable to launch a sudden attack. They could only quickly form a round formation to resist the encirclement of the Western army.

The setting sun put away the last afterglow, the night was light, and the two groups of men and horses fought fiercely, their horses’ hoofs smashed the snow.

Haidu Aling wielded a long knife, one by one, his figure was still tall and mighty, but the relatives by his side fell one by one. With a bang, his helmet was knocked down on the snow, his braided hair was scattered, his face was bloody, his eagle-like eyes were scorched, and the sword technique became more fierce.

Xie Qing breathed quickly, stabilized his mind, blocked and chopped, and suddenly flew up. The whole body was like a stream of light passing by quickly, and the long knife in his hand was slashed against Haidu Aling in the air.

The sound of breaking through the air is like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

This move was a knife that Xie Qing condensed internal strength and courage to slash with all his strength. Haidu Aling raised his sword to meet him. With a crisp sound, the long knife curled up. Xie Qing did not take off his strength. The long knife went forward and slashed towards Haidu. A Ling's neck brought sparks.

Haidu Aling had already tried his best, knowing that he was unable to block the second knife, but still reacted quickly. With a flip of his wrist, he pulled out the short knife from his waist in a thunderous manner, and stabbed it obliquely.

The knife pierced Xie Qing's face, and her face suddenly dripped with blood. She opened her eyes wide, didn't retreat, and squeezed the hilt of the knife again in a way that would hurt both sides, and the blade fell.

The relatives of the two screamed in shock, and there was a cry of exclamation.

Between the sparks and the fire, Haidu Aling roared, leaning back, and the blade cut through his armor and shirt, marking a long blood mark. He gritted his teeth and fell off his horse.

Seeing him fall from the horse, the Xizhou soldiers immediately rode up and stab them with more than a dozen spears. Haidu Aling endured the severe pain. A carp jumped up, holding a long knife in his hand, looking at the Xizhou soldiers coming in from the black pressure. , Panting.

Xie Qing stepped back and stood aside with the knife, as if waiting for something.

Several depressed sobbs came into his ears.

Haidu Aling looked back, looking around for a week.

They have been surrounded by the western army that has been in ambush for a long time. All of them are covered with blood, their armors are torn, their robes are stained red with blood, their faces are covered with blood, they can't see their true colors, and they are tired. The eyes were filled with despair and sorrow, the horses fell to the ground already exhausted, the bows and arrows ran out, the long knives turned over, and the Western army approached step by step.

Today is their death date.

Someone is wiping tears.

Haidu Aling's heart was agitated, and his eyes were cracked. How could his protagonist cry weakly in front of the enemy?

The few relatives shook like chaff, pointing a finger at the surrounding western army, panicking.

Haidu Aling's face was bloody, and she looked in the direction pointed by her.

A team of people with torches approached in the dark, dark and heavy, with a calm and solemn momentum, and the flags were stabbed and rattled by the wind.

Before getting closer, the soldiers on both sides dialed their horses to clear the way.

The fighting stopped suddenly, and the surroundings were as silent as still water.

A clear hoof sound rang, and one person one by one, surrounded by soldiers, came slowly.

Xie Qing greeted her and led the horse for her.

The light of the torch reflected on her body and face, illuminating her slim figure and bright face. She wore a cloak on her shoulders and a felt hat. The snow peaks that never melt all the year round are still cold.

Behind her, a team of Xizhou soldiers with deep-faced facial features stood with their swords drawn and looked respectful.

Haidu Aling looked up at Li Yaoying, who was as bright as the moon in the night, and remained silent for a long time.

He recognized that the 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 hates him, and personally leads someone to chase him down.

His heroic life was about to die in the hands of a woman.

Haidu Aling's lips curled up, and she smiled desolately.

In the silence, a rumbling rumbling sounded, and there was a sudden sound of hoofs from the east. Three or four hundred figures riding horses rushed out of the night. The generals headed by them wore helmets and hats. They were tall and mighty, long and narrow. Fengyan stared at Haidu Aling coldly, with a domineering and killing intent, and a sharp sword in his hand.

Li Zhongqian also came.

The trapped beast was stuck in a cage.

Haidu Aling closed his eyes and looked back at Li Yaoying.

Yaoying held the reins in her arms, her expression calm, although her face was expressionless, she still did not hide her grace.

I first saw her at the palace banquet. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Haidu Aling's eyes became gloomy and cold.

"Prince, let's surrender! Prince Jinbo and the others surrendered. The Buddha didn't kill him, and they also named him king. Prince, surrender to the Buddha, and we can still enjoy the glory and wealth!"

"Prince, as long as you are alive, there is still hope of rejuvenation!"

He climbed to the foot of Haidu Aling, hugged his leg, and cried: "Prince, surrender!"

Princess Wen Zhao is here, Xie Qing is here, and the legendary Li Zhongqian who is brave in the three armies is also here. They only have so many people left. How can they break through?

The night wind blows, and the cold is like snow.

The blood dried up and condensed on the face, and when the wind blew it, it felt like a silver needle was pierced in the face, and it hurt.

Haidu Aling raised her eyes, and looked at her relatives one by one, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

He can surrender to any powerful enemy, he doesn't care about reputation... but he can't surrender to Li Yaoying.

After surrendering, Li Zhongqian would not let him go. This person was cruel and never showed mercy on the battlefield.

It is better to die faster than to suffer humiliation.

Haidu Aling laughed a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood, raised his short knife, "You can surrender..."

He has a calm tone.

Following him is 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 survive will surrender! This king will not blame you."

As for himself, he must fight to the last minute.

He has no choice.

The weak eats the strong, his blood is flowing with the ambition and hegemony to conquer everything. If he wins, he is the strong, and if he loses, he is dead.

Haidu Aling looked at the densely packed Xizhou soldiers in front of him, and rushed up, slashing, fighting, and slashing.

In the distance, Li Zhongqian's face was gloomy, and he took the wine sac handed by the soldiers, unplugged the cork, and sprinkled the strong wine on the silver-like blade, and the shadow of the sword was as clear as water.

The man in front of him had imprisoned Mingyue Slave.

His phoenix eyes widened, and he swept into the formation, the rabbits rose and fell, the sword light shuddered, and the Haidu Aling was enveloped in it.

Haidu Aling clenched his teeth and swung his short knife vigorously, his movements getting slower and slower.

...

On the hillside, Yaoying gathered her cloak tightly and witnessed the hero's 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 that was blown by the night wind on the sideburns.

Thinking back to the past, she and her soldiers thought that they had finally escaped the clutches. Haidu Aling suddenly appeared, like a cat and a mouse, and severely shattered her hope, leaving them completely desperate.

Nowadays, Haidu Aling is dead here.

Since then, Bei Rong has no possibility of resuming the country.

The Western Regions will usher in an era of peace and stability. The Helong area will be restored and the commercial roads will be unimpeded. The people can work with peace of mind. Businessmen can go north and south. Rows of guesthouses will be crowded with every commercial road.

Hundreds of wastes are thriving and thriving.

There was a moment of silence on the battlefield, and there was a heartbreaking howl. Haidu Aling's men knelt beside him. Several soldiers drew their swords and slain themselves, followed him. Others cried and abandoned their weapons. surrender.

The soldier asked Yaoying: "Princess, what should I do with the corpse of Haidu Aling?"

Yaoying said indifferently, "He was an enemy general. He died on the battlefield and was buried according to the rules."

The pro soldier should be.

The boots walked across the snow, creaking footsteps from far to near.

Li Zhongqian held a long sword in his hand and walked towards Yaoying, the blood ticking down the thin blade.

Yaoying got off her horse: "Brother."

Li Zhongqian walked to her and looked down at her, with bloodshot eyes and sharp eyes.

"Who dared to bully my Mingyue slave, Brother cut him down."

It doesn't matter if he is nine, eleven, twenty-three, thirty, or forty years old... As long as someone bullies Mingyue Slave, he will pass the test first.

Yaoying smiled, without saying anything, Li Zhongqian's face suddenly sank, and he let go of the sword, and snorted coldly.

"Haidu Aling is dead, immediately follow me back to Gaochang!"

These days, he led the Western army to attack the pass, attracted the attention of Haidu Aling, and made Haidu Aling put his vigilance down. Everything was in their plan. Although there was a small accident, he solved it smoothly, but He hasn't known the situation in the holy city for a long time, he is almost crazy!

Had it not been for Yaoying to discuss every step with him before leaving, or for his subordinates to persuade him to put the overall situation first, he would have led his troops to the holy city long ago!

Yaoying immediately put away his smile and took Li Zhongqian's arm: "Brother, thank you for dragging the scouts of Haidu Aling during this period, so that the tribal soldiers can detour from the west to encircle the coalition forces, and Yang Qian can be ignorant of ghosts. Feelingly attacked Haidu Aling’s lair..."

The corner of Li Zhongqian's mouth curled up and interrupted her: "Don't coax me with these good words, you pack your luggage and prepare to go back."

Yaoying sighed, "I can't go right now. I'll go back to the Holy City first."

Li Zhongqian frowned.

At this time, Yuanjue walked out of the queue and held his fist to Li Zhongqian: "Duke Wei, Wang specially asked me to tell you if I see you, and the king asks you to go to the holy city."

Li Zhongqian raised his eyebrows: "Why should I go to the Holy City?"

Yuan Jue said: "Wang said, you asked him a few questions and asked him to promise you one thing, but he was unable to answer your questions."

Li Zhongqian was expressionless.

Yaoying looked up at him and squinted her eyes: "Brother, what question have you asked the mage?"

The corner of Li Zhongqian's mouth curled, without answering her words, he lifted his foot and walked away.

Yaoying looked at his back, shook her head and laughed, turned around to talk to Xie Qing.

Yuanjue's eyes rolled, and he trot to follow Li Zhongqian, whispering: "Duke Wei, Wang said, he can answer Duke Wei’s question now, and he will also make a request to you. Please pass by the holy city. At that time, take the time to see him. If Duke Wei Guo is not available, Wang can go to Gaochang to see you."

Li Zhongqian's footsteps stopped, a chill flashed across his eyes, his eyes sharpened suddenly.

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The soldiers and the Beirong prisoners stayed to clean the battlefield, and Li Zhongqian rode back to the holy city with Yaoying.

Outside the holy city, the war has ended.

In order to cover Haidu Aling’s breakthrough, several of his subordinates fought **** battles with iron knights. However, they did not persist for long. Other tribal soldiers had already collapsed. Seeing a tribe abandoned its weapons, they also dropped their weapons and surrendered. Mópido led the tribal soldiers to disperse the battle formation of the Northern Rong cavalry, destroying and rotten, and directly tore the last solid line of the coalition army.

The long and melodious sounds resounded through the world. This time it was not the enemy's frightening offensive drums, but the victory horn representing the victory of Wang Ting.

The people hiding in the Wang Temple burst into tears with excitement, and one after another walked out of the Wang Temple, climbed up the cliff and the broken city wall, cheering for victory.

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