Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 192 The Elegy of a Great Demon
Baili Tusi Dunyue Duoji was defeated. He could not form a formation or line up. The Mongolian army wedged into his center with just one assault. Alatancang's troops attacked the hardest, just a stone's throw away from his banner; Bolu's troops also attacked half a mile away; Saihan and Saihan on the left flank, The Mandu Latu tribe and the Lalm and Rejiefu tribes on the right wing were also gradually approaching.

Dunyue Duoji wanted to retreat, but the Mongolian army's Alatancang department was too tightly stuck to it and it was difficult to get rid of it.

"My sons, follow me and kill the enemy." He gritted his teeth and led his personal guards to rush towards Alatancang, hoping to defeat this group of enemies before retreating. However, Alatancangbu was the elite of the Chinese army guarding the Great Khan. Not only was he not defeated, but he faced the attack and fought with him. Time passed little by little, and the big chieftain was secretly anxious. If this continued, he would definitely fall into a tight siege.

"Dad (Father)", suddenly he shouted, and a black-faced general ran towards him. He was about thirty years old, and his eyebrows and eyes looked very much like him. He was his eldest son, Kampot Pemba. Kampot Pemba originally commanded the right wing. After the right wing collapsed, he came to join his old father.

"Dad, let your son stop them, and you quickly return to the official village," Gonpot Bianba shouted.

Dunyue Dorje was so moved that he deprived his eldest son of his inheritance rights and made his younger son Sangye Tsering his heir apparent. The eldest son was still willing to sacrifice his life for him. To fight a tiger, you have to be brothers, and when you go into battle, you have to teach father and son to fight. This is family love!

"Bu (son), you have to be careful," he yelled and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, Dad, give me your big flag. That flag is too big," Kampo Bianba called to him.

Dunyue Duoji nodded and ordered someone to fetch the flag and hand it to his son. He could no longer control the tears that came to his eyes. He knew that his son had a narrow chance of death this time.

"The Baili demon is there", "Kill the Baili demon", the Mongolian soldiers rushed towards the banner of Dunyue Dorji.

"Bili Mo's head belongs to me, no one can steal my military glory", Alatancang roared and advanced first with a knife. He has always been guarding the Great Khan, and it is difficult to get the opportunity to kill the enemy directly and make meritorious deeds. After finally getting permission from the Great Khan to lead the charge, he naturally wanted to make up for the military merit he owed before! Once he goes into battle, he is not afraid of death and advances extremely fast.

Not long after Kampot Bianba took over the banner, he saw a handsome young man wielding a knife to kill him. He raised his long sword and struck sword against sword in a brave clash. In the flash of lightning, the two knives broke away from contact. Alatancang was still standing, and Gongbu Bianba fell down.

"Huh? This person doesn't seem to be Baili Mo. It is said that Baili Mo is fifty years old, but this person is young," Alatancang said to himself.

Dunyue Duoji finally got rid of the Mongolian army in front, turned around and fled to the rear. The tall official village seems to be right in front of you, but you really want to escape, but it's very difficult. Unknowingly, the retreat was cut off by the Mongolian army.

Sandan and Dondup Norbu were ordered to take a detour to cut off the retreat of Baili's army, and they arrived just in time to block Donyue Dorje's escape.

"My sons, follow me and kill!"

When people are in desperate situations, they develop infinite courage. In the human domain of Kham, there are heroes who are not afraid of death!
Dunyue Duoji's eyes were red, like a man-eating tiger, and he took the lead in charging towards the Mongols. A centurion stabbed him with a spear. He punched the barrel of the spear so hard that it broke into two pieces. Another flying knife cut off the stunned centurion's head, and licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue, like a man-eating demon.

"It's Bai Li Mo", someone in the Mongolian army recognized him and exclaimed loudly.

"Dun Yue Duoji, you can't escape, surrender quickly. The Great Khan is kind, maybe he can spare me and survive." Thousands of households in the three Dandus were overjoyed to persuade him to surrender. In the eyes of others, Baili Mo was a sullen man, but in his eyes, he was a man of great military exploits.

"Sultan, where are you? Do you dare to fight me?" Dunyue Duoji didn't even look at Sandan, he just called out the name of his enemy and begged for a fight. The big chieftain has the arrogance of a big chieftain and is unwilling to talk to ordinary Mongolian generals.

"Return and surrender quickly, lest you regret it," San Dan continued to persuade him to surrender.

"Sultan, if you are a good man, come out and fight me." Dunyue Dorje continued to call his old friend, treating the three elixirs as if they were nothing.

"How brave! What kind of status is the Great Khan? Are you worthy of challenging the Great Khan? Come and shoot him to death with random arrows." Sandan was furious.

"Wait a minute," a gentle voice sounded, and the celestial Great Khan appeared in front of him, "This man can be considered a hero, so let me give him a ride."

"Are you Suletan?" Dunyue Dorje was surprised by the youngness of his enemy, who seemed not to be as old as his eldest son, Kampo Pemba. "Exactly", the other party's voice was lazy, with a hint of disdain and contempt.

Dunyue Duoji was angry. How could the dignified chieftain Baili and the lord of Kangrong be insulted by the enemy? "Go to hell," he shouted, swinging the sword fiercely.

Sultan smiled. He just wanted to anger his opponent. When the opponent was angry, his sword skills would have flaws, so that he could make his killing move.

"Well done," he said calmly, catching the enemy's strong wind, dodging slightly, avoiding the light of the sword, and stabbing straight with the spear in his hand like lightning.

"Uh~"

Dunyue Duoji covered his throat in disbelief, where blood was gurgling. He wanted to speak, but couldn't. He could only cough violently. The more he coughed, the more blood flowed out. Gradually, he couldn't breathe. It turns out that I am also a mortal, and I will die if I am stabbed in the vital part. He finally realized this, his eyes slowly faded, and he finally lost consciousness.

Pema stood on the wooden building in the official village, holding the infant Sangye Tsering, waiting for his man. No matter how others view Dunyue Duoji, whether he is a hero or a demon, he is just her man, nothing more.

The husband did not come back, but broke into the enemy. Sandan and Dhondup Norbu led their troops into the official stronghold.

"Two generals are coming from the battlefield. Do you know the whereabouts of my master?" A sweet voice came from the wooden building.

The two of them looked up at the wooden building and saw a white lotus in the snow, or a fairy as holy and beautiful as a white lotus. They couldn't help but be stunned.

"Who is the madam's husband?" Thondup Norbu asked.

"Bali Tusi has a very auspicious month."

"What, you are Ajala (the honorific title given to the chieftain's wife) of Dunyue Dorje!" Sandan was overjoyed and wanted to take this noble woman as his own, but Dundup Norbu grabbed his clothes and said, "General Don't be reckless, only the Great Khan can have such a noble lady."

Sandan woke up and shouted to Mulou: "Dunyue Duoji is dead. With your beauty, why don't you serve my great Khan?"

There was no response, the air was deathly silent.

"Son, forgive me, mother, I don't want the chieftain's son to be a slave." Baima cried and jumped down from the tall building with her infant child in her arms.

Later generations, known as "Yangyang Daming" wrote lyrics to commemorate the pair of magic lotuses in the snow.

"Crying in the Night·Devil Song"

Why should Lian'er be sad and shed a thousand lines of tears?

Bai Li has no regrets in his life for being crazy about Qing.

Yalong water flows endlessly, and love lasts forever.

Who laughs at the devil’s misfortune, so what’s the problem?

(End of this chapter)