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Mongolia Chapter 41 Dead Neck

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    Jida's spear was launched very quickly and very powerfully. When the two horses crossed each other, it was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, directly stabbing Huhe Bari's shoulder.

    Huheba Ri used a stainless steel machete custom-made for him by the Tianjin Manufacturing Administration. It was a pervert-level weapon in terms of sharpness and weight. Huheba Ri exerted force on his waist, and it was only on his shoulder.  With a slight mistake, he dodged the spear, and the ferocious bronze mask struck directly at Jida with the fleeting light of the sword.

    Jida was startled, and desperately retracted the spear, raised it diagonally in front of him, and blocked it with all his strength. When a slight sound of metal clanging sounded, Jida was stunned. The person opposite was using a feint.  , there was no effort at all, and he could no longer hold back due to excessive exertion, and his body leaned forward involuntarily.

    Huhe Bari flipped his wrist, flattened the knife, and slashed it along Jida's iron gun. Then there was a harsh sound of metal friction, and the four fingers of Hua Jida's left hand holding the gun were all  They all scanned it.

    His left hand felt cold at first, and then there was a sharp pain. Jida felt like the world was spinning. Although he still held the spear tightly in his right hand, his middle was empty at this time. Huhe Bari would naturally not be polite to him.  He swung the sword round and made a move to chop Huashan. The move was powerful and heavy. Just by the sound of the wind, Jida already knew that this was definitely not a false move. Years of experience in fighting on the fly made him instinctively move towards  The other side of the horse fell down, and he fell off the horse all of a sudden. He fell to pieces, but he escaped the fatal blow after all.

    But his horse was not as lucky as him. Poof, the stainless steel machete cut the Qingli Huaer in half with a burst of blood mist. The horse neighed, fell into two pieces, and then fell to the ground.  He kicked his legs desperately trying to stand up again.

    Huhe Bari clamped his legs, and the war horse under his crotch could not withstand such a huge force. The strong horse made a long hissing "Xiyuyu" and rushed out with almost no acceleration.

    The whole process happened in a flash of lightning. The guards in Jeddah watched in disbelief as their master fell off his horse and then stood up unsteadily. They hurriedly rode over to help, but they were still a little far away.  .

    Huheba Ri reined the horse fiercely, and the horse that was sitting down immediately stood up from the rush. The horse's head turned sharply. With a cruel smile, he rushed straight towards Jeddah.  passed.

    Jida struggled to stand up, his head was confused as if it had been pounded into paste, and waves of heart-wrenching pain came from his left hand, which made him slightly sober. When he finally stood firm, he saw the terrifying figure again.  On the mask, there was a pair of mocking eyes, and the flickering light of the sword that was inevitable and swiped down.

    The blood splashed high, and a big head fell to the ground instantly. Huhe Bari came back in a circle, bent down on his horse, grabbed the braid on the back of the head, and carried the bloody head in his hands.  , the bell on the braid made a crisp sound.

    The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded chaotically, and the guards and soldiers following Jeddah rushed up with their red eyes, urging their horses. The moment Jeddah's heads fell to the ground, their lives were no longer their own. According to the rules of the Mongolian tribes  , the main general died in front of him, and his followers were all killed without incident. Jeddah was dead. If they didn't want to harm their families, the best destination would be to die in battle here.

    Huhe Bari playfully raised Jida's head at them, turned around and ran towards the hillside, and then stood on the hillside to watch the pursuers leisurely.

    The gazes in the eyes of the guards were burning one by one. Jida was dead, and his head was cut off. They thought of their wives, children, and children being driven together like cattle and sheep. The men were killed, and they could not even imagine the plight of the women.  , they have already made one mistake, they must not make another one, they must leave that person's life to avenge Jeddah!

    Those who have stayed on the grassland for a long time will naturally know that it is the sound of bows and arrows leaving their strings. A rain of arrows rises from the other end of the hillside, and then falls in slow motion towards the guards who are rushing towards the top of the mountain

    Huheba Ri was standing less than a mile away from the Otok tribe¡¯s camp, where trumpets were already blaring, because right behind him, three hundred bald soldiers with complete armor stood neatly.

    He nodded to the people next to him, and those people quickly ran towards the Otok tribe's camp.

    A few clusters of arrows were shot in front of the bald soldiers. This was a warning.  The few bald soldiers stopped, took off the baggage from the saddle and threw it on the ground, then rode back to the formation. Several people from the tribe immediately ran out to pick up the baggage.

    Huheba Ri smiled slightly. Inside the bag were the heads of the dozen herdsmen he had just killed. He did not know that among the people he killed, Narisu's son was included. Anyway, no matter who it was, even if he was just E  A piece from the Tok DepartmentDog, if Risu could tolerate such provocation, then he would be the leader.  If the leader cannot protect the tribe, the tribe will leave him!

    "Master Jida is dead."

    In the large tribal tent of the Otok Tribe, a female slave was rubbing Na Risu's shoulders, and another gave her fresh goat's milk. Na Risu was already turning sixty this year, and many years of fighting had left a mark on him.  There were too many scars on his body, including several deep scars on his face.

    Su looked a little tired that day, and his gray eyebrows wrinkled. He was thinking about something. Last year's extremely cold winter caused heavy losses to the tribe. A large number of cattle, sheep and newborns failed to survive. Newborns are the hope of the tribe.  Animals are the basis for the survival of the Mongolians. Without the animals, more people would have died this winter. Thinking of this, he had an unbearable headache. Fortunately, the almighty God of Immortality provided for him, and a prince from the Central Plains  He actually raised an army to rebel and sent someone to invite the Otok tribe to send troops to help. He would not let go of such a golden opportunity.

    The food and fodder that King Anhua promised to support should be on its way, and then the tribe can breathe a sigh of relief. Although it is also costly, two thousand elite tribal warriors were taken away, and now there are only a thousand or so warriors left in the tribe.  Yes, there are many grassland tribes around them that are peering at them like wolves and tigers, so be careful and watch out for them.

    While I was thinking about it, first the sound of a horn came from outside, and then a warrior from the big tent walked in quickly and knelt down.

    When Leng Buding heard the news of Jeddah¡¯s death in battle, he was still a little relieved. Holding the hot goat¡¯s milk in his hand, he just brought it to his mouth and asked, ¡°What did you say?¡±

    The warrior below repeated it with sweat on his face. Only then did Risu hear clearly, and stood up with a groan.  He grabbed a bowl of goat's milk on his body, kicked a female slave who came up to help wipe it away, and asked sternly, "Say it again!"

    He had just seen Jida in the morning. He knew that Jida was resentful and even tried to persuade her. He had just not seen her for a while, so how could she die?  When he heard it clearly at first, Risu almost didn't believe his ears.  When he heard from the warrior that three hundred cavalry from unknown origins had come outside to kill Jeddah, the anger in Risu's heart burned like wildfire.

    "Calling all the soldiers together, I will make them pay the price. I will pluck them all out and throw them into the wilderness to feed the wolves" Risu roared loudly that day.

    "Yes, Master!" Two big tent warriors immediately came up and put on the battle armor for Na Risu.

    A samurai asked in a low voice, "Master, do you want to inform Harinao Hai?"

    Harinaohai is the eldest son of Narisu. Because he caught wind and cold when he was born, he has been frail and sickly ever since. Harinaohai means black dog in Mongolian. At that time, Mongolia lacked medical conditions.  , infants and young children often die young. Some people think that they are haunted by ghosts and spirits. In order to deceive the ears and eyes of the demons, they deliberately give their children some shabby and humble names. This is a bit similar to the nicknames given to children in rural China, such as Gou Sheng and Tiedan.  A bad name makes a living.

    Although Harinaohai is weak, he is very clever. He helped Narisu complete many of the decisions of the Otok tribe. However, he strongly opposed this cooperation between the tribe and King Anhua. He talked to his father about it.  This year, Yanda Khan, who has always invaded the border areas, did not go south to plunder. I vaguely heard that Yanda Khan's three thousand Golden Horde warriors were wiped out by the Ming army at the border.  Harinaohai didn't know what had happened to the Han people, but since the Han people had begun to show their ferocious fangs, they should not provoke the Han people easily, otherwise they would only get angry.

    Risu didn't believe it that day. He had been at war with the Ming army all year round. He knew better than anyone what the Ming army was like. Besides, the tribe was encountering difficulties now. If it didn't get outside support, it would be overrun by other people in a few years.  The tribe annexed, and ultimately the resourceful Harinaohai failed to convince his father.

    That day, Su took a deep breath, calmed down her mood, and said worriedly.

    "He has been suffering from a high fever in the past two days. The shaman has prayed for him several times, but he has not recovered. So don't bother him with these things!"

    "Yes, Master!"

    After a while, there was a sound of horns outside the big tent. That day, Risu led the tribe's warriors to massacre those intruders who dared to offend the Otok tribe.

    "Ahemwhat happened outside?" Harinaohai asked his entourage in a weak voice.

    The attendant told Harinaohai exactly what he heard.

    "What? Jida is dead?"

    "Yes, the master is very angry now. He is taking the warriors of the tribe to punish those outsiders who don't know the world. Those people will definitely pay a heavy price for their ignorance!" The Piaotian nameLiterary Network.

    "Who are those people? Are they Ming people or from other tribes in the grassland?"

    "Looking at how they are riding horses, they should be people from the grassland. One thing is very strange. I heard others say that those people are wearing rare cavalry armor"

    "Cavalry armor? Apart from the Golden Horde warriors of the Great Khan, I have never heard of any tribe having such financial resources! But why would the Great Khan attack us?" Harinaohai lowered his head and thought, and suddenly he raised his head sharply, "Everywhere.  Did the sentry light beacon smoke or release Haidongqing?"

    "This villain doesn't know!"

    "Ahemgo and ask!"

    In a short time, the follower had finished his investigation. The sentries in other places had already changed their posts. Only the sentry guarding the border of the Ming army had not turned around yet.

    "It's not good" Harinaohai threw off the thick sheepskin quilt and stood up suddenly. He felt his head was dizzy for a while, and his body swayed and almost fell. His entourage hurriedly supported him.

    "How long has my father been gone?"

    "It's almost half an hour."

    ¡°Send someone to look for it quickly!¡±

    "yes!"

    "Cowardly wolf cub!" That day Risu spat hard on the ground.  He had just rushed out of the tribe with the tribal warriors. Perhaps because there were so many of them, the other party simply shot three arrows at them, then turned around and ran away, with him and his men chasing closely behind.

    They had already run out for more than 20 miles, and the tribe had long since lost sight of them. An alert warrior from the big tent tried to dissuade Na Risu, but was slapped off his horse by Na Risu. Looking at Na Risu  Looking angry, no one dared to step forward to persuade him. Everyone followed Na Risu closely, shooting a few arrows at those in front from time to time.

    Obviously those people in front are also skilled in bow and horse. They all have excellent riding skills. They either turn around and use their scimitars to deflect the arrows directed at them, or they make all kinds of incredible movements on their horses to avoid the bows and arrows. What's even more annoying is that  , they turned around and shot a hail of arrows from time to time. Many tribal warriors had fallen off their horses as a result, and they did not stand up.

    ??The chase continued for another half an hour. Under such a high-speed pursuit, the horsepower of both sides had reached the limit. The front was running slower and slower, and the rear was exhausted.  That day, Risu had a cruel smile on his face, because the people in front of him were running around and running in a panic, and they actually ran towards the "Death Neck".

    There are also mountains on the grassland. Forty miles away from Otok, there is a place called Dead Neck. It is surrounded by mountains and has thousands of walls. The blue sky is like a line and the roads are like sheep intestines. The most important thing is that there is a dead end.

    A dead neck, a dead place, a dead end.  That day, Ri Su waved his hand to slow down his men. He was not in a hurry now. Those people had trouble flying. He was thinking about ways to torture those people. He liked to listen to the enemy's howl before death, even if it was between white mountains and black waters.  , the sweet chirping of birds is not as pleasant as this.

    A sliver of blue sky lies between the sharp angles of dangerous rocks and strange rocks, and the winding roads are as rugged and dangerous as wolf teeth.

    They are at death's door.

    The team walked very slowly and had no choice but to slow down. The dangerous rocks standing in the sky looked like a pack of wolves waiting to choose someone to devour.  No matter who comes here, it is inevitable that they will be thrilling and their heartbeat will speed up.  Although he walked very slowly, the road would still end. That day, Risu had already reached the end of the Death Neck. His face was full of horror. He had already seen the opponent's war horse, but it was just a war horse. Where were the people?  What about those on horseback?

    Dozens of ropes descended vertically from the top of the mountain. They were swayed by the strong wind and hung there like life-threatening hanging ropes. The blood on Risu's body began to get colder little by little that day.

    There was a mocking voice on the mountain, "Risu, are you satisfied with the tomb I chose for you?"

    That day, Su slowly closed her eyes. The breathing, heartbeat, and gasping sounds of the people around her; the breathing, heartbeat, and hissing of the horse were mixed together. No, there was also a sound that startled a flock of birds!
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