Yu Wen Xiaobo couldn't believe that he was not killed by Wu Sangui, but died in the hands of his own people, and the person behind the murder turned out to be Yang Jian, who had always been respectful to him. When he was dying, Yu Wen Xiaobo's mind With unprecedented clarity, he thought of Zeng Jin's rumors and Wang Gui's repeated advice to Emperor Wu of Zhou Yuwen Yong.
Yang Jian has different intentions and will rebel in the future.
Nowadays, the talents of the Northern Zhou Dynasty are withering and the imperial court is in chaos. Yang Jian killed him just to weaken the power of the Yuwen clan and gain military power. He wanted Yuwen Yun to favor Zheng Yi and trust Yang Jian very much. When the time is right, Yang Jian may take over Yuwen. When the time comes,
"Marshal, what's wrong with you? Crossbow, damn Qi Ren, you are so despicable and shameless. Marshal, hold on, you must hold on."
Looking at Yang Jian's grief-stricken eyes, full of worry and indignation, Yuwen Xiaobo suddenly wanted to laugh. Was he laughing at his own ignorance of people, at Northern Zhou's ill-fated fate, or at both?
"Marshal, Marshal, you happy thief, I, Yang Jian, are at odds with you. If I don't kill you in this life, I swear I will never be a human being."
At this time, the Zhou army was all running for their lives, and no one noticed Yang Jian's movements. Moreover, Yang Jian was riding a war horse, and his speed was much faster than others. It was not until they heard Yang Jian's roar of grief and anger that they knew something had happened to Uncle Yuwen Xiao.
The last sparkle in Yuwen Xiaobo's eyes slowly dissipated. There was no hatred, no resentment, and some was actually relief.
Maybe he had long understood Yuwen Yun's suspicion of him, maybe he knew the outcome that awaited him after returning to the Northern Zhou Dynasty after two defeats, and now he died on the battlefield, even though he died in the hands of a despicable man like Yang Jian, but he was In the hearts of the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, he is still a hero worthy of admiration, and he will save his family from disaster.
"Yang Jian, do you still want to run?" After chasing for a whole day, until they crossed the border of Zhou State, Wu Sangui still pursued Yang Jian. The cold voice sounded like a death knell in Yang Jian's heart, making him fearful. Even more angry,
The soldiers around him have long been dispersed by the Qi army, and now there are only three to four hundred people left. Moreover, everyone is hungry, tired, and mentally depressed. Looking at Wu Sangui and a thousand Qi soldiers behind him, their faces are full of fear.
"This is my territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty. You dare to chase me. You really don't know whether to live or die." Yang Jian looked at Wu Sangui fiercely, with disheveled hair and a twisted face that was particularly ferocious.
"You are waiting for reinforcements." Wu Sanguihun smiled nonchalantly and said: "Even if you have reinforcements coming, this time is enough for me to kill you ten times."
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Everyone¡¯s hearts tightened. Many people¡¯s eyes wandered when they looked at Wu Sangui, and their breathing became very rapid after a moment of pause.
Yang Jian frowned and said in a deep voice: "Soldiers, now we have returned to the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty. As long as we persist for a moment, reinforcements will arrive, and we will be able to return home safely. If we surrender to Qi, and the emperor pursues us, I'm afraid The whole family will suffer a disaster, you have to think clearly."
Wu Sangui said calmly: "If you are unwilling to surrender, there is another way to survive."
Hearing what Wu Sangui said, everyone couldn't help but look at him. Many people's eyes showed eager light. It is true that surrender can survive, but what Yang Jian said is true. If Yu Wenyun gets angry, his wife and children will be harmed.
"Yang Jian, if you want to live, kill everyone around you." As he said that, Wu Sangui looked at the other Zhou soldiers, with a cold smile on his lips: "If you want to live, just kill Yang Jian, I just I'll give you ten breaths of time, but if you don't want to take action, don't blame me for being ruthless."
As soon as these words came out, everyone took a breath and looked shocked. Wu Sangui's plan was really vicious. It was to force everyone to kill each other. If Yang Jian was the first to take action, it would definitely chill the hearts of the soldiers and make them fight with him. If they turn against each other and become enemies, if he doesn't take action, he will probably be killed with random swords. No matter which choice he makes, he will be passive.
Everyone was silent, and the place suddenly became quiet. Except for the suppressed breathing, there was no trace of noise.
"ten."
"Nine."
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With the sound of Wu Sangui counting, the breathing of Yang Jian and other Zhou soldiers became obviously heavier and faster, but Wu Sangui had a smile on his face, and his cold eyes were like a hunter looking at his prey, full of banter.
"seven."
"six."
"five."
When the count reached "five", the special forces behind Wu Sangui immediately raised their weapons and were ready to attack. As long as the Zhou army did notIf Wu Sangui acts according to his wishes, they will definitely swarm up and kill them all.
In the hands of these guys with bloody hands, not to mention that the Zhou army only had a few hundred tired soldiers. Even if it was ten times more, they still didn't take it seriously.
"three."
"two."
"Do it."
Just when Wu Sangui was about to count the last number, Yang Jian couldn't bear it any longer. He roared suddenly and stabbed a Zhou sergeant who was closer with his spear. Before the latter could react, the spear was fired. Pierced his throat, and following his roar, dozens of the hundreds of people slashed at the people beside them with their swords.
"Yang Jian is unkind, don't blame us for being unjust. If you don't want to die, just come together and kill Yang Jian."
Yang Jian took the initiative and completely destroyed the last bit of luck in the hearts of Zhou's soldiers. In order to survive, they also unleashed all their strength and fiercely attacked Yang Jian and his cronies.
A fierce melee began, with blood splattering and screams. However, Wu Sangui and his entourage stood aside without any fear, and even seemed to be in high spirits.
"The people are here, so fast, withdraw the troops." Suddenly, Wu Sangui frowned, glanced in the direction of Xunzhou, and said in a deep voice,
One of the leaders looked at Wu Sangui with some surprise, and really didn¡¯t understand why he wanted to take such unnecessary action: ¡°Captain, Zhou Jun¡¯s reinforcements are so unfair, why don¡¯t we kill them all, wouldn¡¯t that be neat and tidy?¡±
Wu Sangui's eyes flashed, but he finally shook his head and said calmly: "Execute the order." After saying that, he turned his horse's head and ran towards the direction of Qi State. Although the special forces behind him were puzzled, they did not dare to hesitate. Following his footsteps, he disappeared in the blink of an eye. As for the Zhou army fighting in the melee, no one paid attention to it anymore.
It was not difficult for Wu Sangui to kill Yang Jian, but he couldn't do it. Gao Gao once told him that if Yang Jian was killed in the rebellion, he would be killed. If he could escape back to Zhou, then let him go. a life,
Wu Sangui knew that Gao Xing did this for Yang Lihua. He could not kill Yang Jian, but he could cause him trouble and even ruin his reputation.
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"You Turkic bastards, get out of here, grandpa." Uta immediately drew his sword across the sword, looked at the Turkic royal court hundreds of meters away, and shouted sternly,
The Turkic Yazhang is located in Yudujin Mountain. It is far from as simple as the Khitan royal tent. It is a city made of earth and rocks. Although the scale is not as large as that of the Central Plains city, and the city walls look very low and thin, but in this thousands of miles On the boundless grassland, it took a lot of effort to build such a city. From this, it can be seen that the Turks' domination of the entire grassland does have its reasons.
Even though he had followed Dahe Chucai, Wu Ta had seen the prosperity of the Central Plains, but his eyes were still burning when he looked at the Stone City in front of him. He was wearing Turkic clothes and the words he shouted were in Khitan.
"Who dares to go wild in our Turkic royal court? You really don't know whether to live or die." The German guards in Stone City had discovered Uta and his group of 3,000 people before, but they thought it was their own guard who showed hostility. At this time, they heard Uta's Khitan language , suddenly furious, there was a crash, the city gate opened, and nearly five thousand Turkic cavalry galloped out on horseback, looking murderous.
Wuta was not afraid at all, and loudly said with an arrogant look: "This earth city is good. I, the Khitan King Dahe, have taken a fancy to it and order you to surrender the city quickly, otherwise I, the Khitan warriors, will kill you when we enter the city. I am restless."
"So arrogant." The Turkic leader laughed angrily, with a cruel smile, staring fiercely at Uta and the three thousand knights behind him, and roared: "Turkic warriors, these humble untouchables dare to provoke us The great Turkic Khanate still wants to invade our holy land, tell me, are you willing?"
"I don't want to."
"what should we do."
"Kill them, leave no one behind."
The five thousand Turkic cavalry suddenly boiled, with red eyes, like those crazy beasts, and their bodies were full of evil spirits. These Turks who stayed in the Turks' tents were all elites, and they were warlike and murderous. In their eyes, , Uta and his party are no different from the four of them.
"Kill, leave no one behind."
Following the leader¡¯s order, the five thousand Turkic cavalry immediately charged towards the three thousand Khitan knights with their swords. There was no formation, just an indomitable charge. In their opinion, no one in the world could withstand the charge of the Turkic cavalry.
Uta's eyes flashed, he waved his hand suddenly and roared: "Fire the arrow."
Amidst the sharp whistling, three thousand arrows were densely packed like rain, shooting across the sky towards the rushing Turks. At the same time, a bloody golden wolf flag was suddenly raised, making a hunting sound in the wind. Exuding a strong evil spirit,
With calculations in mind but no intention, coupled with the Khitan¡¯s archery skills and the bows and arrows happily provided, hundreds of Turks were shot off their horses and were trampled to a pulp by the compatriots behind them. Many more people were hit by arrows but Not fatal, they roared like wild beasts and rushed towards Uta more ferociously,
"Withdraw."
Contrary to the expectations of the Turks, Uta turned around and ran away. He had no intention of fighting the Turks head-on. He was completely different from the arrogant man just now.
The Turkic leader hesitated slightly, but the anger in his heart overwhelmed everything. On the Turkic territory, he obviously did not think that a mere three thousand Khitans could cause any trouble, let alone if he did not pursue them and kill those Khitans, How will the majesty of the Turkic Khanate survive?