The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

As if deliberately, when Isilan Glyy escaped the Kuban River in panic like a mourning dog, the four-tailed banner symbolizing Uzenbeyi's status happened to be cut down by the mercenary soldiers who occupied the camp. .

Seeing that Uzenbeyi’s camp was taken by a mercenary group, the clan chiefs and their tribal cavalry who had taken refuge in him fled in all directions, Isilan Gley knew that he had lost again this time, and that he had lost more than the last time. More thorough.

"Alvar!" Isilan Glyy turned around, glaring at the mercenary group's car formation by the river. Alwal Chechen is like his natural nemesis. The last time he lost his sweat, it was because of him this time.

"Khan, what do we do now?" At the side of Isilan Gree, there was only one entourage left by the loser at this time. The attendant rode a horse around Khan, and he boldly asked his master where he should go now.

Isilan Glyy turned to look at him.

"Let's go to the Caucasus," he said.

At this time, despite the setbacks, Yislan Glyy did not give up his ambition to reset.

The Caucasus region is a vast area located between the Black Sea, the Sea of ​​Azov and the Caspian Sea on the Eurasian continent. There are countless sturdy mountain people living there, savage and backward. Yishilan Glyi believes that as long as he gets there, relying on his identity and making a wish, he will definitely be able to recruit a powerful army again. , Make a comeback.

Now that the decision was made, Isilan Gree no longer hesitated. He turned his horse's head and headed in the direction of the Caucasus. Along the way, Isilan Glyy ordered the attendants to erect their own flags and yell out loudly, summoning the Tatar tribe cavalry that he saw all around him to his side, but everyone just wanted to flee for their lives. , No one cares about him at all.

To make matters worse, the yelling of Isilan Glyy also brought him the nemesis of the hit-Alvar Chechen.

Tetsuchen was left in the chariot by Pidro on the grounds that the mercenary captain should be in command instead of charging and trapping like ordinary officers. When some of the Tatar cavalrymen defeated by Ayuqi and Kemal fled the Kuban River, Chechen nervously ordered all the lightly wounded in the car array to guard with guns, because he was worried that these routs would attack the army. Car array. Fortunately, the escaping enemy did not make his worry come true.

When Isilan Glyy cursed Cheerchen at the car formation of the mercenary group, Cheerchen also happened to see Ishran Glyy with bright armor. Although Cheerjin couldn’t see Isran Glyy’s face due to the distance, from the six-tailed banner held by the attendants next to Isran Glyy, Cheerchen recognized that this person must be Isran. · Gree undoubtedly.

Cheerchen's blood boiled at the thought of how close he and Isilan Glyy were.

Chechen clearly understands that as long as Isilan Glyy is still there, the war will not stop. This loser will provoke wars time and time again, and on the grassland, there are never lack of careerists who are in the limelight.

Cheerchen quickly got on the horse. He picked up a lance and held it in his hand. Then he left the line "I'm going to capture Isilan Glyy alive".

Looking for the voice of Isilan Gree, Cheerchen quickly saw Isilan Gree. But his horse is not as good as Isilan Gree's good horse after all. Although Cheerchen has tried his best, he is still far away from Isilan Gree.

"Isilan Gree, I am Alvar Chechen!" Cheerchen shouted with all his strength. He is challenging, challenging Isilan Glyy.

Isilan Glyy glanced back at the sound. Although there were 10,000 voices in his heart telling him that this was Cheerchen's aggressive strategy, Yishiran Gree still slowed down.

"Khan, I'll go!" Upon seeing the entourage next to Isilan Gree, he planted the six-tailed banner on the ground, then volunteered to pull out the scimitar and rush towards Cheerchen.

The two horses crossed each other, and the lance in Cheerchen's hand smashed the simple shield on the opponent's chest and pierced the opponent's chest.

All beings are equal when riding a gun.

Cheerchen tried his best to hold on to the reins of the mount, and the horse stopped ten steps away from Isilan Gree.

Both of them were silent, just looking at each other, it seemed that there were only two of them left in the world.

Cheerchen drew the saber from his waist and held it flat in front of his chest.

Dense beads of sweat appeared on Ishran Glyy's forehead, and he held the helmet on his head with both hands and threw it on the ground, and then also drew out the Damascus scimitar.

"drive!"

"Yo!"

The two urged the mount to rush towards each other at the same time, Cheerchen's blade pointed forward over the ear of the mount, and Isilan Gree's scimitar was raised above his head~www.readwn.com~ The two horses crossed each other, with two handles. The weapon matched and made a sonorous sound.

Then, there was a series of sword strikes.

The mounts of the two were spinning around in a very small area, and their masters fought with each other for their lives.

Isilan Glei originally cheated Chechen when he was young, but after fighting for several rounds, he didn't dare to underestimate this young man. Because the tricks and secret skills he learned from Mamluk Swordsman Master were all blocked by Chechen. Big beads of sweat kept rolling off Yishiran Glyy's face, and he had exhausted all his strength.

After fighting for a few more rounds, I couldn't win Chelchen. Isilan Glyy became anxious, and then became impatient. He wanted to end the duel as soon as possible.

So, after avoiding Cheerchen's knife sideways, Isilan Glyy slashed towards Cheerchen from top to bottom with a tiger descending the mountain.

This knife almost filled the whole body of Isilan Gree's strength, and Cheerchen knew that he couldn't stop it. So Cheerchen hurriedly avoided too.

At the moment Cheerchen turned sideways, Isilan Glyy's knife cut across Cheerchen's breastplate.

There was a harsh sound from the metal breastplate. Even if Cheerchen's black armor had a good shape to avoid bullets, it still left an ugly wound under the sharp Damascus scimitar.

Isilan Glyy didn't make a contribution with a single stroke, he just happened to be when the old force had gone and the new force had not taken over. At this time, Yislan Glyy even had time to take the sword and protect his body in the future.

Cheerchen suddenly raised his saber and slashed towards the top of Isilan Gree's unprotected head.

"God!" Ishran Glyy wailed desperately.

In Isilan Gree's eyes, Cheerchen's saber leaped towards his face like a black eagle, scratching his eyes.