Chapter 51: The Turkic National Teacher is nothing more than this (for double the month
The second killing happened faster than anyone expected.
After the ceremony was over and the Ditou Khan died peacefully, all the Khans and tribal leaders dispersed.
No matter how sad they are, they still feel that the murderer will appear again, at least until tomorrow...
However, on the way back, the leader of the Tuku tribe was attacked again.
When the news came, the iron-colored wooden pole Khan and Kuang Lei Hezhe, whose expression showed a faint change, rushed to the scene immediately.
Then they discovered that none of the leader of the Tuku tribe and the fifty warriors under his command survived.
It's still like cutting two with one sword.
Another massacre.
A massacre that occurred only two hours after the death of the local Khan.
The key is that the dead tribal leader was the culprit who allowed his subordinates to cause trouble before.
The focus of the discussion at the meeting was that Mugan Khan wanted to punish the soldiers of the Tuku tribe, but was protected by others.
The support of these leaders is not entirely in favor of the Tuku tribe, but simply because all tribes are like this.
Disobedience to military discipline leads to frequent conflicts, and a knife is used when the brain gets hot.
Mu Gan Khan wants to kill chickens to scare monkeys and increase the combat power of the army. They also understand that, but once an iron law is truly formed, then the lives of the warriors of various tribes will be directly in the hands of Mu Gan Khan, who will treat his subordinates as private property.
How could they be willing?
Don’t talk about far-sightedness, we don’t even have culture, we just look at what’s in front of us!
Mu Gan Khan knew it very well. He was in his position and seeking his position. If he were the leader of the tribe, he would also protect his warriors. This is limited by class and there is no way.
But now, justice has come from heaven.
Ditou Khan died first...
The leader of the Tuku tribe dies again...
What would those young khans and tribal leaders who had doubts before think?
"This is not a random killing, this is to intensify the conflicts among our ministries."
"Is it Qi Ren?"
"Still from Zhou!"
The anger in Wooden Khan's eyes dissipated and turned into calm thinking.
He originally thought that the assassin was sent by the Northern Qi Dynasty. After all, this time the Turkic army went south and it was the Northern Qi Dynasty that attacked.
But at this moment, he changed his guess and believed that this was a conspiracy of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
The purpose was to make the Turkic army unable to restrain themselves and start a war with the Northern Qi Dynasty first.
This was the case in the battle seven years ago. The Turks of the Northern Zhou Dynasty jointly attacked the Northern Qi Dynasty. As a result, the Northern Zhou Dynasty occupied a large area and expanded its borders. However, the Turks did not get any benefits and rolled back to the grassland in despair.
Having learned from the past, how can we fall into the enemy’s trap again?
"National Master!"
In view of this, Mugan Khan looked at Hezhe with a look of entreaty.
"This man is practicing sword practice!"
However, Hezhe's eyes were shining brightly as he looked at the corpses on the ground. The excitement at the corner of his mouth was growing: "I couldn't control it the first time, but this time I have matured a lot. Go ahead, I look forward to you reaching the strongest level."
moment!”
Don't look forward to it, the third game will come soon.
Before even looking at the corpses, another bodyguard came to report that another tribal leader had been killed.
Mugan Khan's face was ashen, and he rushed to the scene with Kuang Lei Hezhe.
It was discovered that this person was not the troublemaker, but the one with the weakest defense, and only thirty personal guards accompanying him.
But this time, it's no longer two cuts with one sword.
There was only one sword mark on all the corpses.
Either on the chest, abdomen, back, or forehead, no matter the length of the wound, the sword energy entering the body will be fatal with one blow.
Hezhe glanced around and nodded slightly.
There is progress again.
The power of martial arts moves does not lie in simple strength, but in control.
Being able to use the vast power of heaven and earth according to one's own needs to exert the power to kill the enemy, no more, no less, is the embodiment of reaching the pinnacle.
Under the broken void, Xiang Yutian opened the gate of immortality, manipulated the heavens and controlled the earth, and gathered immeasurable vitality. He could be called the "immortal" of this world.
The Grand Master uses his own power to connect with the outer world, and then activates the mighty power of the sky within a small area, creating an unparalleled and tyrannical offensive, like a god or a demon.
Now this assassin, let's call him an assassin, the swordsmanship he displayed began to approach this realm.
He Zhe's mouth widened, and a long-lost sense of excitement spread throughout his body.
For the great masters, the challenges faced by most masters are just a mantis trying to defeat the chariot.
There is no fun in crushing an insect that overestimates its own capabilities. Only the existence that can truly threaten you is a worthy opponent.
For example, the "Crazy Sword" Yili who challenged him at that time.
Another example is the current Central Plains assassin who leaves no one behind.
Hezhe is looking forward to it.
The wooden pole was angry.
Fortunately, the first night is over.
No new kills.
As soon as the sun shone on the earth the next day, dozens of elite Turkic cavalry immediately began to search nearby. The dust rose into the sky and the sound was loud. The patrol guards inside the camp also began to adjust, stretching the defense line and expanding the scope. It was not necessary to be foolproof, as long as
Warning at any time is exactly where the assassin is.
Then the next night, the killing came again.
Death continues to collect people.
The Turkic army consists of 200,000 people, divided into four armies. Not to mention these Turks who are used to being free and loose, even if they are well-trained elites from the Central Plains, they cannot make major changes in just one day.
In fact, it is better for them to remain unchanged than to change. Once they change, their flaws will be even greater. With the terrain and layout map provided by the night raid team, Huang Shang can come and go almost freely, killing all the other three armies except the Chinese army.
He unsheathed his sword again and again, and tried his sword again and again.
Wooden pole Khan and Kuang Lei Hezhe followed him everywhere.
After all, those who died were at least the leaders of a thousand-member tribe. Mugan Khan always had to express his feelings and comfort the tribal warriors. Hezhe looked at the wounds that were getting thinner and shorter, and his smile gradually
abnormal.
"The sword is almost ready."
Although Mu Gan Khan had the strength to rival the master when he was young, but now that he is older, he has naturally given up on his pursuit of martial arts. Seeing He Zhe showing unprecedented excitement since they met, he couldn't help but be surprised: "National Master?
"
Mugan Khan didn't ask further questions, but the meaning was already obvious.
This terrible enemy, can you defeat him?
Hezhe didn't bother to answer.
In his eyes, this is just a surprising challenge in his long life.
As for the threat?
Can a mortal threaten the sky?
joke!
But apparently others don't think so.
Night three.
The fourth night.
The fifth night.
The killing continues.
Although the guards of the various little khans and tribal leaders became more and more tight, even three levels inside and three outside, Huang Shang could not succeed, so he could only do the next best thing. If he saw any handsome Turkic soldier passing by, he would give him a blow.
The efficiency of the sword was greatly reduced, but this feeling of constant fear finally made them feel the despair of the invaded.
One man invades an army.
After killing for several nights, the total number of people was only a few hundred.
Compared to an army of 200,000, it was just a drop in the bucket.
But the key to the death of the character and the tragic death of the bodyguard caused a dark cloud to fall.
Every one of them has black lying silkworms.
The ancients were no better than modern people. It was common for them to stay up late, suffer from liver disease and hair loss. They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. This kind of confusion between black and white, unless they have really practiced martial arts to a certain level, such as those in the Yingui sect, otherwise it is really confusing.
Can't live.
And something even more terrible happened.
The fifth night.
Wasi Khan died.
He died in the big tent only 800 meters away from the Golden Wolf King's tent.
This time, not all of the guards around him were killed, only one of him died. A single sword blow was fatal, and his throat was sealed with blood.
But after Mu Gan Khan heard the news, his expression changed drastically, and he felt his life was threatened for the first time.
The distance is too close.
It's not that it's close to the camp, it's that it's too close to his people!
For an ordinary warrior, a short distance of 800 meters would only take dozens of breaths to sprint with all his strength, let alone those top experts?
Ever since, when he looked at He Zhe, who had already stood in the tent but failed to capture the enemy, there was an unprecedented doubt in his eyes: "National Preceptor?"
Hezhe didn't answer and looked at the body of Wasi Khan.
He did not notice it before Washi Khan died, but the moment the sword came out, he grasped the fleeting breath. But when he rushed out of the tent, the opponent had already killed Washi Khan.
Khan, leave directly.
This is the real assassin.
Those who are struck with one blow will be transported thousands of miles away.
This also proves that this person is not weaker than his great master in terms of explosive speed.
As for being invisible, it's even better than him!
When manpower is limited, even a great master is not a radar and cannot scan all directions without blind spots.
They tried their best, and the fine range of their mental scans would not exceed three hundred feet at most, which is about a thousand meters. If they wanted to be more precise, it would only be one hundred feet.
Comparing the attack range of the Six Meridians Divine Sword in the low martial arts world, the upper limit has increased significantly, reaching a very exaggerated level. However, it is obvious that this assassin was wandering on the edge and completed this attack with extremely strong mobility.
An extremely dangerous assassination.
This is no longer a tactic.
But a slap in the face.
The one who hit him was the old face of a Turkic national master, a great master who had been famous in the world for decades.
Hezhe was angry.
His face calmed down and his excited smile faded.
But the Turks around them felt an unparalleled sense of fear.
Just like the dark sky, the moment before thunder and lightning are about to pierce the night sky, the kind of suffering and depression.
But after a moment, Hezhe said: "He won't kill anymore, the sword is already finished."
Wooden Khan followed his gaze and finally discovered that the wound on the corpse this time was only a three-inch blood mark on the neck.
After that, he turned and left.
Prepare for war!
Looking at the back of this invincible man, Mugan Khan was not happy but was shocked, and there was deep worry and... in his eyes...
shake.
As if to prove He Zhe's vision, there was indeed no killing in the following night.
But there was a feeling that the storm was coming, and it was heavy on his chest, especially Mugan Khan, who could hardly sleep at night.
finally.
Exactly ten days after the first killing.
That night, Huang Shang walked towards the Turkic camp, stood a thousand meters away, and shouted loudly: "Crazy Thunder Hezhe, come out and lead to death!"
The majestic voice sounded far away, resounding throughout half of the Turkic camp.
Bang!
In the king's tent, the wine glass in Khan's mouth fell to the ground. He stood up suddenly and ordered angrily: "Wolf Guards attack, take him down! Take him down!"
Inside the tent, Hezhe, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and walked out.
His pace was neither urgent nor slow, but with every step he took, there was a faint roar of thunder, which pushed his body forward and jumped forward, as if he had shrunk to an inch, and he was outside the camp in an instant.
But at this moment, a cloud of dust covered his head and face.
The sound of hoofbeats of thousands of troops also drowned out the mighty thunder.
Those were the three thousand most elite wolf guards of Mugan Khan. They had been preparing for battle for a long time. As soon as they heard the challenge from the incoming man, they immediately roared out in anger.
Hezhe's expression finally changed suddenly.
"Coming!"
Seeing this scene, Huang Shang smiled.
In this psychological war, his target was never "Crazy Thunder" Hezhe, but Mugan Khan.
The Grand Master has gone through ups and downs, his soul has been tempered many times, and he is as firm as a rock. He will not be shaken by just a few assassinations.
Even if Huang Shang presents evidence that all three of his apprentices died because of him, and even if three neat corpses are placed in front of him, Hezhe's mental fluctuations will not have any flaws, but will take the opportunity to burst out with stronger energy.
Killing move, kill quickly!
Such a being can be called a demigod in this world.
Even in the evaluation of the main temple, they have completed the journey of rebirth and officially begun to transcend the world.
But no matter how strong Kuang Lei Hezhe is, he still has flaws.
This flaw does not lie in himself, but in his status and his responsibility.
He is the Turkic national advisor, the supporter of Mugan Khan, and the reliable support that Mugan Khan can rely on to subdue the tribal leaders of many small khans.
And Wooden Khan is not a demigod.
Although he is the Great Khan of the Turkic Empire and the most powerful person in the world, in terms of spiritual cultivation, he is just an ordinary person.
Even if his psychological quality is much stronger than others, the principle of caring will lead to chaos remains unchanged, not to mention Hezhe is too important.
As the symbol of Turkic force and spiritual sustenance, Hezhe cannot be defeated!
With the Turkic army of 200,000 pressing down on the border this time and having already consumed a considerable amount of food and military supplies, Hezhe must not be defeated!
In any case, no matter how small the chance is, Hezhe cannot be defeated!
However, Hezhe checked the sword marks again and again before, becoming more and more excited, and finally developed a sense of excitement about meeting a good talent and an opponent, and then started preparing for battle, which put more and more pressure on Mugan Khan.
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The close-range assassination within a range of 800 meters further proved that this great master was not omnipotent.
So when Hezhe went out to fight, pursuing a thrill that was rare in his life, Mugan Khan took the lead and sent out the wolf guard army.
Obviously, he also knew that the Wolf Guard army could not capture the opponent, but it could directly interrupt the decisive battle.
He wants to be foolproof.
And looking at those faces that relied on the strength of the crowd to be fierce, Huang Shang smiled proudly, turned around and left, disappearing into the darkness, only listening to the long and unrestrained chant, echoing under the stars in the sky.
:
"When the sword and trombone are returned, thousands of mountains are roaring with wind and rain!"
"The Turkic Imperial Master, the so-called Crazy Thunder..."