Everyone was looking at Yuan Feng. Whether he stayed to help the herdsmen fight the war or rushed back as soon as possible to treat Hermione, it all depended on Yuan Feng's thoughts.
The defeated troops were like locusts on the grassland. They swept away everything they went. Food, women, horses, and grain were all carried into the army. Even children who were not as tall as the shaft of the cart were not spared, and supplies were replenished.
The soldiers then turned around and fought again with the Third Prince's army, and the grassland was bloody.
The simple herdsmen urged them to leave, and were even willing to provide horses for free, because after Ma Heima's army came, nothing would be left. Seeing the deep despair in the old man's eyes, Yuan Feng's heart tightened.
The yurt in the distance was already lit with fire, and the screams of women, the cries of children, and the wild laughter of the rebels came with the wind. Everyone could not help but clenched their fists. Facing this scene, Yuan
Feng temporarily forgot the purpose of this trip to the Tianshan Mountains. At this time, he was not a man who traveled thousands of miles to save the life of his lover, but a warrior, a true warrior who upheld justice and punished evil.
"Mount your horse to meet the enemy!" Yuan Feng shouted, and his subordinates' eyes lit up. They each found a horse and mounted it. There were many good horses in the pastoral area, but there were not so many saddles. Fortunately, all of them were skilled drivers.
, can skillfully control horses without saddles. The horses are ordinary horses without training. After being ridden by a stranger, they pawed and neighed, but they were quickly tamed. Thirteen people, thirteen bright long horses
The swords flashed under the bonfire, and the kind-hearted old herdsmen were shocked. These visitors from the Tianshan Mountains turned out to be hidden swordsmen.
The Turkic soldiers who had looted the nearby herdsmen rushed towards the yurts here. These people were Turks from outside the river. They had high noses and concave eyes. They were not the same ethnic group as the Mongols near Luntai. In addition, they had recently
After the defeat, Timur's empire had been torn apart. In order to maintain morale, he could only allow his soldiers to loot and kill. There were a hundred or so soldiers in this group, and they were burning and killing all the way. They were getting excited, but unexpectedly there were more than ten people in front of them.
A knight blocked the way and took a closer look. It turned out to be a group of homeless people in rags and without even saddles. But for some reason, the coercion exuded by these people made people breathless.
How could the lowly Turkic soldiers know what a powerful opponent they were facing, the defender of Liangzhou, the fourth prince of Tamerlane, the most elite warrior in the Qiang-Tibetan coalition, who was not a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, the Turks
The soldiers were stunned for a moment, but still took advantage of the large number of people and rushed forward. The other party also urged their horses to come forward. Thirteen people rushed into the rebel army as if they were in an uninhabited land, and blood appeared where the sword fell.
There were more and more enemies. In order to protect the herdsmen, the knights retreated while fighting and rushed towards the west. Yuan Feng grabbed a bow and a pot of arrows and went to the rear in person. The enemies pursued them until dawn, and finally defeated these groups.
People surrounded on a hillside.
Ma Heima's cavalry are as vicious and persistent as wolves. Facing an enemy as powerful as a group of tigers, they have no fear at all. Instead, they cling to the enemy like maggots attached to their bones, neither getting closer nor staying away.
, just chasing after them, dragging the enemy down and scattering them, and then swarming up again.
Shaharul knew this typical tactic very well. As a cousin, he was very familiar with Ma Heima. He was a cunning and cunning Turkic man who would do anything to achieve his goal. This time Ma Heima was actually able to be captured.
It was really shocking that my brave third brother was defeated.
Thirteen people were sitting on a hillside eating beef and drinking kumiss, ignoring the eager Turkic soldiers in the distance. It was already dawn, the grass was covered with dew, and the wild flowers were blooming. It was so beautiful that the herdsmen must have fled far away.
Alright.
Everyone had expressions of indifference. Although we were outnumbered, no one was afraid. We had experienced things a hundred times more difficult than this. How could we take these hundreds of Turkic soldiers seriously?
Only Yuan Feng and Shaharu had a trace of sadness in their eyes. Yuanfeng was worried that he would go further and further away, making it difficult to rush back to save Hermione. Shaharu was sad that he had to face his compatriots.
"You guys eat, I'll get something." Shaharul said, taking only a bow and walking down the hillside. There were several corpses of enemy soldiers lying in the distance. One of them was shot in the head and died.
Shaharul went over to untie the girdle, bridle, and saddle of the war horse. The whole process was carried out under the eyes of the Turkic soldiers. Suddenly someone shot an arrow over, and the carved feather arrows whizzed towards the horse.
Without even raising his head, he stretched out his hand to catch the arrow, quickly put it on his bow and fired back. The shooter immediately fell off his horse.
The Turkic soldiers were silent as they watched Ma Heima carrying the saddle and walking towards the hillside with his back to them, as if he had eyes behind him. No one dared to shoot again. In fear, someone whispered: "That one
He seems to be the fourth prince."
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The Turkic soldiers became even more frightened and all took a few steps back. Some galloped away on horseback to report the news to His Highness Mahema.
Shaharul walked up the hill carrying the saddle, picked the strongest one from among a dozen horses, put the bridle and saddle stirrups on, tightened the girdle, and put a pot of arrows on his body on the saddle.
Then he said to Yuan Feng: "You go first, we will cover you."
Yuan Feng was speechless. He really didn't know what to say at this moment. In this patriarchal society, traveling thousands of miles to climb a snow-capped mountain, going through untold hardships, and losing countless soldiers and horses, just for a woman, this kind of thing makes many people sad.
People can't accept it. The Us Tibetans, Turks, Mongols, and even the Qiang people present actually don't take this matter seriously. They all think that a man has no trouble without a wife. No matter how golden a woman is, how beautiful and virtuous she is, she is nothing more than a wife.
She is a woman, just a appendage of a man. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the person who supports her the most is Shaharul.
"They all say that among the four sons, I am the most like my father. But this is not the case. Tamerlane cannot copy him. Maybe people think that I am ruthless and spicy, but who would have thought that it was my father who forced me to be like this?
Man, when I was as old as you, I was obsessed with a woman and couldn't extricate myself from it. In order to "save" me, my father killed the woman in front of me. From then on, I became as hard-hearted as iron.
People are cruel to the extreme in everything they do. Many years later, people know that Timur's fourth prince is the most powerful and most like his father. In fact, who can know? If I could choose again, I..."
At this point, Shaharul smiled self-deprecatingly and changed the subject: "For the woman you love, you should do anything. Go ahead. Expanding territory is not just a matter of time. People do not live to conquer, to own."
Countless pastures, cattle and sheep, but without a mistress to take care of them, is also a failure."
Unexpectedly, Shaharul said such philosophical words, which really made Yuan Feng look at him with admiration. There was no need to say anything more at this time. He turned over and jumped on the saddled horse, looked at the sun, and determined the direction.
"Take care!" After saying that, he galloped towards the place where the sun rose.
As soon as Yuan Feng moved, the surrounding Turkic soldiers also moved. Shaharul and others also mounted their horses and rushed over, blocking the pursuers and covering Yuan Feng's departure.
Yuan Feng's horse galloped wildly, and the sound of killing gradually faded away. The green grassland was empty, with no herdsmen, no sheep, and no yurts. It looked so lonely and empty, and the emptiness made people feel guilty.
After turning a corner, Yuan Feng was stunned by the scene in front of him. There were more than a dozen phalanxes arrayed on the grassland. Tens of thousands of troops stood solemnly, with black flags fluttering and swords and guns dazzling. So many troops placed on the vast grassland actually seemed...
So small, opposite the black flag army, there was the same number of yellow flag troops. Conch trumpets sounded and war drums blared. Both sides sent out cavalry almost at the same time. The iron-like knights collided with each other, and the beautiful prairie suddenly became
Hell on earth.
Yuan Feng watched this scene silently. This was the first time he watched the war as a bystander. The war was brutal and life was small. Yuan Feng knew that he was facing Ma Heima's Turkic army and Chu Jian's Dongchahe.
In fact, the third prince of the Taiyuan Mongolian Army had been ousted by Chu Jian at this time, and he was retained just to ensure legitimacy. The Chagatai people were annexed by Timur not long ago, and the people did not sincerely submit. When Timur died,
The entire empire fell apart. The north and south of the Tianshan Mountains were originally the territory of Chagatai. Fighting in the homeland naturally had the right location and people. It was strange that Ma Heima was undefeated.
With the sound of the Mongolian army's cannons, the Turks finally collapsed and were defeated like a mountain. Yuan Feng silently looked at the grassland littered with corpses. He clamped the horse's belly and was about to leave. Suddenly, a group of cavalry appeared in front of him, with a flat face.
, silk shirts and Mongolian knives all show their identity.
"I am Anda from Hei Er Huo Zhe." Yuan Feng said quickly.
…
When the brothers reunited again, they were all filled with emotion. In just a few months, the world was no longer the same world as it was before. The poor boys in Shibalibao had become the heroes who dominated the area.
"I want to take over all of Timur's territory." Chu Jian said confidently.
Yuan Feng remained calm. He seemed to see a young Timur looking at the map with great ambition.
"But I need your support. As long as Xiliang continues to provide me with arms, I am willing to give you the land in the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains..."
But Yuan Feng is not in the mood to listen to this now. More than half of the forty-nine days have passed, and now he doesn't even know if it is too late to rush back to Dunhuang.
"Chu Jian, give me three good horses, and I will rush back to Dunhuang immediately."