This prince, it doesn't matter if you don't do it!

King Qiuci is really not bluffing, he really has the status of an envoy of the Tang Dynasty.

Speaking of this, I have to mention Changsun Wuji. After all, he was the one who got this thing for King Qiuci.

Before Changsun Wuji was transferred out of Taohe County, this guy had made a lot of preparations.

It was only later that he was transferred back to Chang'an and gradually realized that the direction of the wind had changed again, so he gradually began to withdraw from Taohe County.

However, the benefits that King Qiuci received actually fell into his pocket.

But upon hearing this, Zhao Yan sneered and said, "I don't know any envoys from the Tang Dynasty. I only know that you are all remnants of Tuyuhun!"

Regarding what King Qiuci said, he treated it as farts.

What kind of envoy from the Tang Dynasty, does he care?

"I have the decree of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty in hand!" King Qiuci still wanted to struggle. He knew very well that he and others were definitely no match for the resentful army.

We can't scare Zhao Yan at this time, they will probably all die here today.

He still knew about the cruelty of the resentful army.

"Imperial order?" Zhao Yan sneered when he heard this, "Don't say that I don't know whether your order is true or false, but when did the king with a different surname come from the Tang Dynasty?

Moreover, as far as I know, Murong Ge is the legitimate son of Murong Fuyun. Do you dare to say that he is not a remnant of Tuyuhun? "

After they learned about Murong Ge's existence, they understood that this was an opportunity. Although they had not said anything until now, they had not forgotten it.

Upon hearing this, King Qiuci immediately knew that anything he said was useless.

It's okay to say the wrong thing, but the key is Murong Ge's existence!
  This incident was well known to everyone at the time, and with Changsun Wuji's backing at that time, he did not expect that this would happen.

Seeing that he was speechless, Zhao Yan immediately shouted angrily: "Kill!"

Although the numbers of both sides were equal, and King Qiuci even had an advantage in terms of numbers, there were really few opponents of the Resentful Army with the same strength in this world.

Of course, King Qiuci did not give up and quickly gathered his army to fight back.

However, no matter what he did, it was all in vain.

"Quick, send someone to inform Datang immediately that our troops have been attacked by Ming!"

This was the only thing he could do at this time. Even if he might not be able to wait for reinforcements from the Tang Dynasty, he still hoped to use this method to make the Ming Dynasty pay the price.

Zhao Yan was not panicked at all.

King Qiuci forgot that the most powerful people in the Ming Dynasty were the scouts!
  More importantly, the person in charge of Taohe County now is not Changsun Wuji. Even if it is Changsun Wuji, what if he sends reinforcements?
  Isn't the next thing they have to do is fight with this group of people?
  "The remnants of Tuyuhun will not repent. I have given an order to defeat the enemy without sealing the sword!" Zhao Yan suddenly shouted angrily.

After that, he whispered to Pulu Boqi beside him, "Take someone to go around their tribe. This old guy didn't arrange anyone to escort Murong Ge to escape. Something is wrong."

It stands to reason that Murong Ge should be in the camp of King Qiuci. After all, this guy is relying on the Tang Dynasty and is competing with Murong Shun for Murong Fuyun's political legacy. As a result, there has been no reaction at all. Something is wrong.

After hearing this, Pulu Boqi didn't say much, and led his people straight to the rear of King Qiuci.

Seeing Puluboqi's move, King Qiuci had no choice but to send troops to entangle Puluboqi. There were countless women and children in the tribal camp. Although there were many people, how could they hold these guys back?
  As for surrender, haha, it doesn't exist.

When he saw Zhao Yan coming without hesitation, he knew that today had come to a time of life and death for them in Tuyuhun.

"We, the warriors of Tuyuhun, today is the last battle of our tribe on the grassland! If we win, our tribe will continue. If we lose, there will be no more Tuyuhun in the world!
  But even if we lose, we will still fight bloody battles for my king. Let them see that I, the warriors of Tuyuhun, can dominate the plateau for countless years, relying on nothing else but the sword in our hands!

Even if it means death, give me a bite of their flesh! The great Umai will receive the bravest warriors in heaven!

kill! "

King Qiuci shouted angrily.

When countless people heard this, they immediately shouted: "Kill! For Wu Mai!"

Umai is the god in their faith. In this era, people with faith are extremely scary!
  Of course, what is really terrifying is not their faith, but their despair. Knowing that there is no way out, they are like trapped animals fighting for a moment. Even if they are destined to die, they want to drag the enemy with their wounds in exchange for their lives.

Generally speaking, when the battle reaches this point, it will end extremely tragically.

In fact, when the atmosphere of despair enveloped King Qiuci's men, and they knew that there was no hope of saving their lives, the soldiers were also extremely brave.

It doesn't matter whether you can win or not. If you get the chance, three or five people will surround an opponent and rush forward. Even if there are people around you who are fighting one-on-two, no one will come to help.

Although the soldiers of the Resentment Army were also brave men who fought out of blood and fire, they were a little unable to withstand this kind of fighting style.

When a group of people come to you as if they are seeking death, then it really fits the saying, no matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yan sneered and immediately shouted angrily: "Every team changes into a tiger formation to meet the enemy!"

For a time, each team of ten members of the Resentment Army began to form a planned formation. There were actually many formations they practiced on weekdays, and the so-called Tiger Formation was actually a formation similar to an arrow, with three people as the leaders. Position, the enemy is in close proximity, four people are the main support in the formation, and four people are the main remote support at the rear of the formation.

This formation is designed to deal with this situation.

As the formation changed, it was difficult for King Qiuci to exchange his life for injury. As long as their men moved closer, the people at the end of the formation began to greet them with their own repeating crossbows and gunpowder shells.

Those who are lucky enough to be able to rush to the front of the formation, with their long-range support, can easily deal with them in front. If there are too many people from the opponent, the other ten-man teams around them can also help to consume one or two. In general, Generally speaking, given their equipment conditions, this formation is designed for them.

Soon, the war came to an end. There was no way, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great.

Although all the men led by King Qiuci were brave warriors who were not afraid of death, but with such a huge disparity in strength, they could only die.

"God won't bless me! God won't bless me!" Seeing his soldiers fall one by one, King Qiuci looked up to the sky and roared.

As an old minister of Tuyuhun who Murong Fuyun could trust with his life, he hoped to lead Tuyuhun to renew his legacy. For this reason, he was even willing to surrender to the Tang Dynasty in a short period of time. But who would have thought that Li Chengqian would not give them any chance? .

And how did he know that if it weren't for maintaining a proper balance with the Tang Dynasty, Li Chengqian would have destroyed them long ago.

After another stick of incense, the battlefield was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

And there are only more than [-] people under King Qiuci still standing on the battlefield.

Even at this time, these guys were full of murderous intent, and everyone's eyes were filled with monstrous anger.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yan also shook his head, and after a while he said: "In the past, if your Tuyuhun army had the fighting spirit like you, even if my Ming Dynasty could win, it would only be a miserable victory..."

After that, he looked at the soldiers around him. Although they all looked like bloody gourds, fortunately most of them could still ride on their horses. As for the fallen ones, they couldn't care about them at the moment.

King Qiuci heard this and sneered: "Tuguhun at his peak, even you are just a bunch of chickens and dogs!"

After saying this, he burst out laughing! He knew that this battle was lost, but he did not regret it, because he really saw Tuyuhun at his peak.

The battle damage ratio exceeds [-]%, but the morale is still there. Tuyuhun like this is not the peak. What is the peak?
  You know, in this era, if the battle loss ratio exceeds [-]%, the troops must be withdrawn, if the battle loss ratio exceeds [-]%, the troops must be withdrawn, and if the battle loss ratio exceeds [-]%, it is almost non-existent. But today, he let the world see this miracle!

"It's a pity that you have become yesterday's flowers after all. After today, there will be no Tuyuhun in this land!" Zhao Yan said calmly, "But since you are all real warriors, kill yourself. I, the general, will give you a decent !
  This is the dignity a warrior should have! "

Hearing this, Wan Qi Pu shook his head subconsciously. He knew that this was a sign of dignity. Zhao Yan saw the high morale of these guys and did not want his soldiers to suffer any more sacrifices, so he said this deliberately.

Since when did asking others to die become the same as giving alms?

King Qiuci naturally knew what he meant, but he snorted coldly at the moment: "I, Tuyuhun, only have warriors who died in battle. Warriors, kill for Tuyuhun and Wumai!"

As he spoke, he took the lead and charged towards Zhao Yan and others with more than [-] remaining soldiers. However, after rushing out, he subconsciously glanced at the tribe behind him. He knew very well that after they were all killed in battle, , the family members behind him will also follow in his footsteps.

He originally wanted to delay some time to give the old, weak, women and children in the tribe a chance to survive.

But he knew very well that without their protection, those old, weak, women and children would not be able to survive. How could two legs outperform four legs?
  But at this moment, he was a little lucky. Fortunately, he was forced to send some women and children to the Tang Dynasty. At least the Tuyuhun seeds were still there!

Hearing this, all the soldiers subconsciously glanced back. That glance was full of tenderness and reluctance, but it was only a glance. When they looked back, there was still a fierce light in their eyes.

When Zhao Yan saw this, he snorted coldly: "You are stubborn, the whole army will obey the order and kill no one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was the first to rush out with his men. He held a gunpowder bomb in his hand from his waist, and in an instant, countless gunpowder bombs were thrown out.

Bang bang bang explosions came one after another, and without even meeting them, King Kucha's army was reduced in number.

This was not over yet. After the gunpowder bombs were thrown out, everyone fired crossbows with one hand and tengdun with the other. A dense rain of arrows flew towards the enemy.

The war starts again!

Sometimes, morale is important, but sometimes, morale really can't change anything.

This is the helplessness caused by the disparity in strength.

Just like a four or five-year-old child, no matter how high his morale is, he will never be able to defeat an adult.

Half an hour later, only King Qiuci and dozens of his soldiers were still standing on the battlefield.

When Zhao Yan saw this, he immediately said: "Everyone clean up the battlefield and finish the attack, leaving no one alive!"

After saying that, Zhao Yan led his men to press forward step by step towards King Qiuci, walked not far in front of him, and then said, "You are a king after all, kill yourself!"

This time, he really did it for the good of King Qiuci, and really wanted to leave a decent mark to King Qiuci.

Although the two sides are not in the same camp, he still respects such people.

When King Qiuci heard this, he was still vomiting blood, but he still raised the knife and shouted angrily with his last strength: "Kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the already bleeding legs subconsciously patted the horse's belly, and rushed towards Zhao Yan with dozens of soldiers.

He was still shouting: "There are only warriors who died in Tuyuhun, not cowards who surrendered!"

The dozens of soldiers behind him were actually in little better condition than him, but until this moment, they still had not chosen to surrender.

Zhao Yan let out a long sigh, and raised his horse sword with great care, which was his best weapon.

"Everyone, be ready to kill the enemy!"

With an angry shout, Zhao Yan went straight to King Qiuci and rushed to kill him.

The whole picture was extremely incongruous. Although King Qiuci was killing Zhao Yan with a knife, his slow speed was in sharp contrast to the vigorous and resolute actions of Zhao Yan and others.

But everyone actually understood that this was Zhao Yan using his own way to give Tuyuhun the last warrior, the last dignity!

Since this is the result you want, then it will be granted to you.

When Zhao Yan's horse's penis reached the tip of his throat, King Qiuci finally smiled, and his smile was extremely bright, but he did not put down the raised sword.

thump……

As King Kucha fell off his horse, the battle finally ended.

And the soldiers behind him were all killed off their horses without exception.

Seeking benevolence will lead to benevolence, Zhao Yan fulfilled them!

This might be the battlefield...

On the other side, in Zhao Palace, Li Yuanjing also received the news shortly after the war ended.

In fact, he hadn't slept the whole time, just waiting for this news.

When he heard that all the troops of King Qiuci had been wiped out, he felt a little lost.

He didn't know if this was the result he wanted, but he knew that he felt uncomfortable!
  At first, he hoped that King Kucha could help him achieve great success.

But now?

He became a flag in the hands of others, and King Qiuci finally chose to go against him.

Think about how high-spirited he was when he walked out of Chang'an?

Now that things have happened, how sad he is...

"Did I do something wrong?" Li Yuanjing looked at the people around him and murmured in a low voice.

No one dared to answer this question, but no one dared not to answer this question. For a moment, someone whispered nervously: "In this land of Zhao Wangting, who dares to say that His Highness is wrong?"

Li Yuanjing smiled and said nothing...

Wrong? He didn't know, didn't even have an answer.

But he knew very well that this land in the Western Region was really not the place he should come to!

If he could choose, if he chose knowing the outcome, he would not come here again.

Of course, if he doesn’t know the answer, he will probably still come...

And it was also at this moment that Tuyuhun's finally restored power also entered the dust of history.