Chang Anqing

Chapter 261 Deadly Raid
This night was destined to be an extraordinary night, not only in Chang'an, but also in Longxi frontier thousands of miles away.

The moon on the grassland tonight is different from the moon in Chang'an. The moon in Chang'an is like a beautiful woman, youthful and noble, while the moon on the grassland is like a warrior's scimitar, cold and soul-stirring.

Accompanied by the fragrance of prairie flowers blowing by the breeze, the enthusiastic and overflowing melody of Jiegu comes in the wind, and the cheerful noises of men and women circle around, which seems to light up the night of this prairie.

Around the bonfire in the tent, young men and women dressed in Turkic costumes laughed and danced joyfully. Around this group of teenagers and girls, they were clapping karma drums and playing Dunbur, wearing Hu suits with lapels and braided hair. , mighty men with belts around their waists.

Looking at the young and energetic faces by the bonfire, Bodhidharma Khan drank a bowl of wine with a smile, and then heard the crisp and lively voice of a little girl like a camel bell.

"Aon—"

Looking back, Bodhidharma Khan saw a little girl in a fiery red beard, braided hair, embellished with emerald jewels, walking towards her. The bonfire reflected the little girl's soft cheeks like five or six-year-old buns, and a pair of eyes at this moment He looked at him angrily like a jewel and said, "You have suffered seven arrow wounds and knife wounds, how can you drink alcohol!"

While speaking, the little girl came forward and snatched the wine bowl from his hand, pulled his beard unforgivingly and said: "When the time comes, it will hurt so much that it will bleed again, isn't Ah Weng afraid?"

Hearing this, Bodhidharma hugged the little girl into his arms with a smile, and let the granddaughter gently pull her beard and said: "It hurts, it hurts, Ah Weng stopped drinking, stopped drinking—"

Seeing this, the little girl gave up just now, she winked at the kind A Weng who was in front of her, and couldn't help thinking of the day when she returned from the army, her armor was stained red and she was still dripping with blood. Every injury on my body went deep into the flesh and bones. I remember that day A Weng said that if he had to come back to see our Ulituzzi, A Weng might not be able to come back.

Thinking of this, Ashina Youlituzzi hugged Dharma Khan's arm tightly with both hands and said, "Aweng, promise me that you will always be with me and never leave me."

Looking at the little girl's shining and persistent pupils, Bodhidharma Khan suddenly felt a sense of decay and old age. He fought for most of his life and was brave all his life, but in this battle he suddenly realized that he was old.

Now he doesn't know how long he can be with his granddaughter in front of him, he only knows that his only hope is that this little girl can live her whole life in peace.

Unlike her Aye and Aniang who passed away early.

"Okay, Ah Weng promises you."

While talking, looking at the little girl's smiling eyes, Bodhidharma Khan immediately said, "But in the future, Aunt will choose a hero to marry our Youlituzi, okay?"

Hearing this, the little girl was not ashamed, and immediately raised her chin proudly and said: "Then I want to find a great hero like Ah Weng who can hold a bow and shoot geese and win battles."

"Good good-"

While talking, the little girl looked at A Weng, who was drinking too much, and finally showed a little smile from before, and immediately shook her arm and said: "A Weng, your Aishtar is the best, I want to listen to you."

Looking at the cute little girl in front of him, Dharma Khan didn't say much anymore, he smiled and took Aishtar who was handed over by someone and pulled him up.

The melodious sound of the piano, accompanied by the cheerful dance sound, seemed to heighten the joy of this moment to the extreme.

Looking at the bustling crowd and the cheerful little girl in a fiery red beard in the crowd, Bodhidharma Khan was holding the piano in his hand, but his heart became more and more determined.

For the sake of the little girl, for the Great Khan, and for the Turkic people to get out of the predicament of relying on the sky, to destroy the Great Wall, and to dominate the country of the Han people in the south, even if he fights to get rid of this old bone, he must fight to the death. Last minute.

In the dead of night, when the Turkic soldiers under Bodhidharma Khan's rule were all asleep, with the cries of night owls, the guards were already a little drowsy.

Just as a sentinel came back from his urgency, and when Fang changed his guard with others, he vaguely saw a black mountain in the distance.

Montenegro?

Why didn't he remember that there was a mountain in this direction?

Just when he rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was drowsy, he tried to look again, but his pupils trembled and the whites of his eyes spread, as if he saw a murderous spirit.

Because at the same time, arrows were almost raining towards their camp, and when the night wind was strong on the grassland and the banners were ringing, he saw countless black armored cavalry from the raging fire. Like a divine soldier from the sky, it pierced through the long night, and struck towards them like a bloodthirsty thunderbolt.

What made him even more frightened was that he saw the red and black tiger-patterned flag that was only available to King Yuling of the Zhou Dynasty.

And the leader was wearing a unique silver armor!
"The Xuanjia Army is here, and the Yuling King is here!"

However, before he finished his hissing words, an arrow pierced through his neck like a shooting star.

The next moment, the sound of the iron cavalry that soared into the sky was like thunder, completely awakening the Turkic people in this piece of land.

Looking at the burning land in front of him, he heard the sound of frightened and crying faintly. The silver armored horse under his body stepped on the ground as if ready to go, and made a deep sound. The horse's armor was as bright as the moonlight. Yi silently stared in front of his eyes, staring at this place where he traveled thousands of miles a day, concealed his eyes and ears, traveled for several days and nights, crossed the desert, and finally arrived at the place.

The hilt in his hand seemed to be unable to hold back, and was about to break through the sky. At this moment, he thought of the frontier fortress being trampled by the Turks, and the people of Dazhou who were in trouble day and night, and the three thousand Xuanjia troops who were almost besieged by Dharma Khan. Li Shen, who was about to die, thought of those Turkic people who were brutal and bloodthirsty, and who wholeheartedly wanted to break through his great Zhou thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Under the twilight, Zhao Yi erected a cold and menacing aura. At this moment, wearing silver armor, he was a born god of war under the moon. His pupils were pitch-black and dark, without any human feelings. Ambitious and ruthless, standing in front of thousands of troops, he quietly pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and with the sound of the dragon's cry, Zhao Yi pierced through the air, Zhao Yi's cold eyes were tightly frightened at the land in front of him, and he swung his sword. :"attack!"

The moment the words fell, tens of thousands of black armored cavalry, like arrows flying off the string, headed towards the surrounded Turkic soldiers with the endless sound of rushing and killing.

In an instant, the world seemed to be shocked by it, and even the hawks on the grassland fluttered their wings and dropped countless tail feathers.

It was hot, extremely hot, listening to the crackling of the fire, the collapsed tents, watching the soldiers rolling around in the fire, as if you could hear the sizzling sound of flesh and blood, the first time Bodhidharma Khan gave birth Panic.

"Khan, Khan, hurry up, King Yuling's Xuanjia army is coming!"

As soon as the words fell, Bodhidharma Khan, who hastily put on his battle armor, looked at the Turkic general whose face was smudged black with fear written all over his face, and said tremblingly, "What did you say?"

Zhao Yi——

Wasn't Zhao Yi infected with the plague and trapped in Lanzhou City with the Xuanjia Army?

Seeing Bodhidharma Khan's crimson eyes and unbelievable expression, the general was also driven to the extreme, and said in a panic: "The Yuling King brought tens of thousands of Xuanjia troops to come suddenly in the dark, because the horseshoes wrapped the cloth and Soft cotton, didn't find them until we got to camp—"

As soon as these words came out, Bodhidharma Khan's chest stopped suddenly. At this moment, the little girl's terrified and persistent cry came towards him. Among the frantically fleeing crowd, Bodhidharma Khan saw his granddaughter Ah in the flames. Shi Nayulituzi ran towards him crying.

Almost at the same time, his pupils trembled, and he immediately grabbed the general beside him and said, "Hurry up, take Yulituzi and leave, and go find the Great Khan, hurry up!"

While speaking, the hesitant general next to him, under the gaze and order, finally got on his horse knowingly.

At the moment when the soft little person fell into his arms, Bodhidharma Khan hugged her tightly and said with a smile: "Aweng's Ulituzzi, go, go and wait for Aweng in the distance."

"no, I do not--"

However, before the little man could cry, Bodhidharma Khan picked up the little man in his arms with one hand and sent him to the horse. The next moment, the general on the horse made up his mind, locked the little girl in his arms tightly, and left with a whip .

"Aon, Aon!"

Hearing the little girl's hissing and lung-piercing cry, Bodhidharma Khan lowered his eyes, turned his back, and looked at the Xuanjia army who came to kill him coldly with determination, clenched his fists, and immediately got on his horse. Holding the scimitar that he has fought for decades, he rushed towards the blackness.

Either you die or I die, this is a man's battlefield!
In the light of blood, Zhao Yi rushed to the front of the battle like a rainbow and killed all those who stood in his way. Amidst the scorching cries, his sword was dripping with blood, and his armor had already been soaked and soaked by the blood of the enemy.

And in the bloody killing that soared to the sky, his eyes finally locked on the figure who killed gods and Buddhas at the end.

At this moment, his gaze sank slightly, and he galloped towards the man with the hope and anticipation of being evenly matched.

With the ear-piercing sound of the sword colliding, Zhao Yi slashed down with his sword, suppressing Damo Khan's violent attack.

Looking at the cold man in front of him whose face was half covered by the silver armor, Dharma Khan's eyes were filled with joy, like a hero, he immediately mustered all his strength and turned his hands over, leaning over, and pointed the knife at Zhao Yi again. Attack the abdomen.

However, the sneak attack failed in the end, and the two fought heartily among thousands of troops, until the sword wounds on their bodies had penetrated into every inch of bone marrow, as if even the bones were broken, Damo Khan was very sad It is clear that his injury has exploded, and the blood is gurgling out——

Seeing Zhao Yi coming in front of him again with a fierce attack, Bodhidharma Khan suppressed his gradually numb body and tried his best to block the last attack with his knife.

Just when he slashed at Zhao Yi with the knife, Zhao Yi dodged with him, but the armor on his head was cut off by the knife, and several black hairs were cut off, until the scimitar rubbed against his armor and sparks ——

And just when the two of them were carrying fierce murderous intentions with each other, Zhao Yi sideways avoided the knife that almost pierced his chest, only heard a "ding dong—" the scimitar was broken by the long sword, and The next moment, Bodhidharma Khan clearly felt the blade of the sword across his neck.

Win or lose -

"well!"

Looking at the face as handsome as beautiful jade in front of him, even if it was splashed with blood, it could not hide its flaws, and it shone coldly under the moonlight.

At this moment, Bodhidharma Khan laughed heartily, without any contempt, only admiration and helplessness.

"I thought that all the Han people couldn't hold a knife, couldn't hold a sword, and could only paint and paint, a flamboyant little man, but you Yuling King, you are the knife of your Zhou Dynasty, and your sword of the Zhou Dynasty can be as good as our Turks. No.1 in battle."

Looking at the heroic Turkic Khan in front of him, Zhao Yi glanced around at the Turkic soldiers who had no intention of resisting because the main general fell from his horse.

Zhao Yi silently withdrew his sword, looked at the people in front of him quietly and said: "Khan is brave, if you are willing to submit to our court, follow me to Chang'an to receive the reward from the emperor, Khan is still the king of this grassland, everything is the same."

Listening to this calm persuasion, Bodhidharma Khan laughed loudly, but gradually heard the sound of sadness.

"You people from the Central Plains have a saying, "Falling leaves return to their roots."

Speaking of this, Bodhidharma Khan looked at Zhao Yi and said with a smile: "I used to be unable to persuade your Xuanjia Army, but today you may not be able to persuade me either."

After finishing speaking, I heard people behind me exclaim: "My lord, be careful!"

At the same time, Bodhidharma Khan had already snatched the scimitar from the surrendered Turkic soldier behind him, and slashed across his neck.

At this moment, the wind stagnated, and the crying seemed to have stopped.

Faintly, Bodhidharma Khan seemed to see the little girl's angry face from the curved crescent moon.

"Aon, you're drinking again!"

"Don't drink, don't drink—"

Damo Khan murmured kindly, and the long Aishtar rang. He seemed to hear the cheerful singing of the little girl, and saw her skirt and braids flying up when she danced.

As the person in front of him fell to the ground with a bang, Zhao Yi's expression was calm, and the only thing he could hear was the tragic cry of the Turkic people——

Generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men return in ten years.

This is their destiny and glory——

　This is the first time I write about the battlefield, and there are no wonderful scenes of swords and blood, I just want to write: There is no good or bad in the battlefield, and there is no position.There is only the matter of loyalty to the emperor, the heroic ambition of defending the family and the country.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)