At the foot of Jiedan Mountain, the night was like a sleeping nightmare, with black clouds covering the top of the mountain, blocking out the starlight in the sky.
The place where the Golden Dome King's Tent is set up is surrounded by hundreds of felt tents. In front of the tent is a large white wolf skin banner symbolizing Khan Tuqishi.
Ten miles away from the main camp, two cavalry teams hidden under the dark clouds slowly approached the big tent. Soon, torches were lit in their hands one by one, and the ground was covered with starlight.
"Sulu is a foreign race with a black surname. It is not my Tuqi Shi's orthodox yellow surname blood. Tuqi Shi's noble blood from the Han Kingdom is here in the Mukun tribe!"
Moheganda held a torch high, followed by his disciples and clansmen. He raised a scimitar in the other hand and shouted loudly: "Whoever takes Sulu's head will be rewarded with five hundred yaks! He will get a hundred households of slaves!
kill!"
Dumodu also waved his sword and ordered to the tribesmen behind him: "Follow me to kill Sulu! Those who have merit will be rewarded!"
The war horses of the Hemoganda tribe and Dumodu tribe galloped, and hundreds of cavalry lined up in a line to attack the camp.
The running speed of the war horses gradually increased, and the drum-like horseshoes beat on the grassland of the Yili River, just a stone's throw away from the Sulu Khan camp.
"Draw the bow! Shoot!"
The tribesmen opened their horned bows, stretched the bow strings to a full 45-degree angle, and shot them. In an instant, arrows rained like locusts into the camp of the Sulu tribesmen.
"Enemy attack! Protect the Great Khan!"
Sulu's personal guards ran out of the felt tent and were shot down by arrows flying in the darkness. Most of them were like headless flies, running around looking for horses.
General Na Yehe hurriedly ran to the Jinding King's tent, knelt down and reported: "King Khan! The two grandsons of Moheganda and Dumodu have rebelled!"
There was no information fed back to him in the tent, but instead there was a burst of violent coughing. Nayehe sighed in pain, "Hey!" He picked up a machete and went to organize his troops to fight against the enemy.
He opened his throat and shouted at the tribesmen who were running around: "Don't run! Don't scatter! Pick up your swords, use your bows and crossbows, and stop the enemy for me!"
The herdsmen deliberately avoided him, and some even fled out of the camp. Nayehe swung his knife and chopped down a herdsman who was fleeing with a sheep felt, shouting loudly: "Where are the guards of the Golden Tent? Form a formation to stop the enemy!"
Dozens of Sulu's personal guards gathered towards him, and they decided to shrink their strength and retreat to the big tent. There was still no movement from Sulu in the tent. Rumors said that the Khan was seriously ill. Is it true? Otherwise, why did it last for dozens of days?
He was trapped in the golden tent and could not come out. As long as the Great Khan could show up and stand at the entrance of the tent holding on to his sick body, how dare these Chebishi tribesmen to flee.
After two rounds of arrow volleys, the two men and horses stepped into the camp. They threw the torches in their hands onto the felt tent. Suddenly, the flames rose up along the bottom of the tent, and the entire camp was engulfed in a sea of fire.
Hemoganda ordered his troops to let go of the fleeing Chebishi people and not to be wary and bloodthirsty, aiming directly at the Golden Dome King's tent.
Cries of killing rang out from all directions, and the night was illuminated by the raging fires set off by the Chebishi tribe. Dozens of guards stood guard in front of the tent, watching the enemy step by step clear the perimeter and surround the Jinding King's tent.
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The rebels who came up fired a volley of arrows, and the Sulu guards fell down one after another. Nayehe was hit by three arrows, but he still stood with his sword in both hands and did not fall down.
The encirclement squirmed to make way, and Hemoganda and Dumodu entered from the outside astride their war horses, with the tense and solemn expressions of victors on their faces. They already had victory in hand and no need to hide it anymore.
"Nayehe, get out of the way. The man in the tent is not worthy of your loyalty."
Nayeh angrily retorted: "Hemo Dagan! Dumodu! You two wolf cubs who betray your master! Without Dahan, how could you be where you are today!"
The firelight illuminated He Moganda, and a distorted smile bloomed on Hemoganda's red face: "Ha! Only the surname Huang of the Mukun tribe in my area is qualified to be the khan. The common men of Sulu have been stealing the khan position for more than ten years and riding for me.
You will create countless enemies and cause endless harm, and your sin will never be forgiven!"
A heavy cough came from the big tent, and the surrounding area fell silent for an instant. Everyone held their breath nervously. Standing still, this decrepit old man who was so powerful in the Western Regions was still feared.
Sulu had gray hair and a face as dry as dead wood. He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain and stood swaying in the cold wind. His sharp eagle-like eyes swept over the faces of every tribe that surrounded him.
Shocked by his intimidation, he slowly backed up.
"What are you afraid of!" He Moganda shouted loudly: "He is already an eagle with broken wings and a wolf in his old age! The black tribes are far from being saved, and the victory is already in our hands!"
"Hemo."
The old Khan's voice sounded fragile and weak, but his voice penetrated Hemoganda's shout, causing him to quickly quiet down.
The night fell into silence again, with only the crackling of flames and the vicissitudes of Sulu's tone all around.
"You say I am the sinner of Tuqishi? In the more than ten years since I became independent, I have attacked Dashi in the west and four towns in the south. My prestige shocked the Western Regions. Even the Tang Dynasty was forced to abandon Ashina and make me king!
Created a brilliance that Tuqishi has never had before!"
"As for you, He Mo, and Du Modu, you have provoked a dispute between the black and yellow surnames. In the future, Tu Qi Shi will be divided, causing internal fighting among the tribes, and will eventually be destroyed by the Tang Dynasty. You will become the real Tu Qi Shi
sinner!"
When Hemoganda was proud, he regarded Sulu's words as a cry before his death. He just sneered and said: "What will happen to Tuqishi in the future? You can't see it, Khan. Why don't you go on the road happily instead of here?"
It’s a pointless quarrel of words. Don’t worry, Great Khan, we will bury you with the dignity of a Tuqi Shi Great Khan.”
Sulu Khan stood against the wind with his head facing the sky covered by black clouds, his thin body still tall and straight.
"Do it!"
In the twenty-sixth year of Kaiyuan, Sulu Khan, a great leader of Tuqishi, who was widely regarded as the "resistance" among the people and caused a headache to the Tang Dynasty, finally returned to the Western Regions.
Hemoganda stood under the white wolf-skin banner, and supported the son of Soge Khan as the Khan with the surname Huang, which was different from the black surname of the Sulu family. So far, Hemoganda had monopolized power.
In the same year, the Dumo clan changed its clan to the surname Huang, supported Sulu's son Gushu as the Fire-Spitting Immortal Khan, collected the rest, and attacked each other with Hemoganda.
The Erweitele tribe, who believed that the black surname was authentic, actually supported Sulu Ketun in Talas City, who was the official wife of Sulu Khan.
Of course, these are all things for later. Shortly after Sulu was killed, the Tang Army's stronghold near Dondo City got the news first and quickly sent a messenger to deliver the news to Anxi.
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Not long after Li Siye settled in the Eighth Regiment of Dialong City, he welcomed his first guest, Gao Xianzhi, who was demoted to the deputy envoy of Khotan Town.
General Gao led the horse into the city in the dust. He was not wearing the crimson crotchless robe that represents the official body. Instead, he was wearing a dark black coat, with cloth strips tied around his arms and calves, and a bamboo hat on his head. It looked disgusting.
Like a knight-errant swordsman walking around the world.
He first settled down in an inn opened by Persians in the city, and then led his horse to the garrison of each regiment in Zhechong Prefecture to find Li Siye.
Li Siye was holding the first small competition of the Eighth Regiment on the school grounds. More than 200 people were practicing in pairs in the newly designed fighting field. This was a competition on horizontal knife slashing techniques, although the knives used in the competition were all
wooden sword, but many people still suffered minor injuries during the game.
Li Siye thought to himself that it was time to design a set of protective gear, which could at least protect the vulnerable parts of the body from harm.
The overall enthusiasm of the Eighth Regiment is not high whether it is competition or training. They just respond to orders boringly, but they will never put in any extra effort. This is related to their mentality. They can only use this method to do it.
Express dissatisfaction with the injustice of the court.
Li Siye had nothing to do about this situation for the time being. It would take a long time to win over the people of the Eighth Regiment.
At this time, a man wearing black clothes and a hat stood outside the school grounds, quietly watching the sparring competition and crossbow shooting competition organized by Li Siye, with an interested look on his face.
Li Siye quickly noticed this uninvited guest, and was about to send someone to drive him out. Unexpectedly, the other party took off his hat, but Gao Xianzhi stood there with a smile, pointing to the competition in the field and praising: "This is good.
Catching each other and fighting each other is close to actual combat."