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An Xiuren became a little moved after hearing this.
He has been living a miserable life these days. He thought that his dignified Erlangjun, who had made his home in Liangzhou, was also a figure in Liangzhou City, but he was forced to be that man's slave. He also came to Turks to work as a spy, and suffered from these cruel people. Who knows the grief and anger in his heart due to the bullying by the dog.
At this time, a voice in An Xiuren's heart told him to kill Bujia Khan quickly. As long as he takes Bujia Khan's head to Sui Dynasty, he will have everything he wanted before.
"It's a pity that An Xiuren immediately rejected this idea. Reason told him that he couldn't do this, because that person wanted to protect Bujia Khan and gain his trust.
" If that person was still a hussar general in the North, I wouldn't be afraid of him due to the power and status of the An family. But now that person has become the top general of the Sui Dynasty, and he has become even more famous and wealthy after this battle. An Xiuren had no doubt that as long as he didn't listen to his words and returned to Sui Dynasty without permission, that person would definitely make him unable to survive without wishing to die.
"Why did you betray Dab first and then the Khan?"
"Betrayal?" Brother Mu smiled coldly, "I have never been loyal to Dab and Dianjue, so how can I say betrayal? Why did I kill Dab? Because I wanted to be the leader. Why should I kill him? Dirty? Because I want to gain glory and wealth."
As he spoke, tears streamed down Brother Mu¡¯s face, and his words were choked with sobs that he could no longer speak. Brother Mu murmured: "Khan, I have avenged you, but it's a pity that this thief Zui Jue has a hard life. I have failed in my efforts. Now I will come to accompany you."
At this time, An Xiuren looked at the somewhat crazy Brother Mu and knew not to mess around. He picked up the machete and walked step by step in front of Brother Mu.
¡°If you want to blame it, you have to blame yourself for betraying the Great Khan.¡±
With that said, An Xiuren thrust the scimitar into Brother Mu's chest, blood splattered and his face was bruised.
At this time, Brother Mu seemed to have been relieved, and his face was full of peace. He seemed to have returned to the time when he was still a little slave. The shaman wanted to burn him to death as a boy and sacrifice him. He was trembling with fear and people were laughing at him. But it was the man who fell from the sky and saved him. Own.
I originally wanted to be loyal to that man and be that man¡¯s slave for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, he only served as khan for a few days before he was killed by traitors. But Dab, a traitor, actually took his head to surrender to Bujia Khan, which is unbearable.
It¡¯s a pity that today¡¯s success fell short. I hope to follow Khan again in the next life
An Xiuren used all his strength to kill Brother Mu, and then successively killed the remaining people around Brother Mu. After a while, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength. After a long time, he took a long breath, threw away the knife, and then stumbled back to Bujia Khan.
"I report to the Khan that all the rebellious ministers and traitors have been killed by the servants."
Bujia Khan seemed not to have heard anything. He lingered for a long time before replying tremblingly, "Okay." At this time, An Xiuren kept kneeling on the ground without any expression of impatience.
Bujia Khan stood up slowly at this time and put the dagger that had been secretly hidden in his arms back. An Xiuren finally withstood his test and could barely use it. At this time Bujia Khan believed no one.
An Xiuren on the side quickly stepped forward to support Bujia Khan and sent him back to the tent to rest.
When An Xiuren came out again and saw the dying Fu Li, who still had one breath left, he stepped forward and said he would help bandage his wound.
The man was extremely grateful. Suddenly, An Xiuren covered his mouth and nose from behind and strangled his neck. The man struggled hard, but because he was injured and had nowhere to use his strength, he could not get away.
After a while, the man¡¯s kicking feet stopped moving and he was already dead. Only his body was still twitching from time to time.
An Xiuren ignored him, turned around and went to the fire again, picked up a water bag, put it into the tent and gave it to Bujia Khan.
At this time, Bujia Khan was lying on his side on the mat to rest. He frowned even more when he heard An Xiuren reported that the fuli outside was seriously injured and dead. Now he and An Xiuren are the only ones left here, and how they can escape is still a problem.
At dawn, the two of them took off all the clothes that could identify their identity, put on the robes of ordinary herdsmen, discarded everything, took only all the horses, and headed south.
The two were wandering along the way. The wounds on Bujia Khan's body burst open several times. The pain was so unbearable that he could hardly move.
Two days later, they finally met the reconnaissance team of the Relic Corps who were still looking for them on the west bank of the Lulen River. The two were finally rescued.
These scouts took the two men to the relic's camp.?The two of them could hardly stand in battle, and they had to rest for a long time before they managed to move.
Relics also had mixed feelings when he saw Bujia Khan. It had been more than twenty years since he followed Bujia Khan when he was a teenager. This was the first time that he saw Bujia Khan in such a miserable state.
Bujia Khan was also deeply moved when he saw the relics. When the monarch and his ministers met in this form, they almost cried.
After escaping from the heavy siege of the Sui army that day when the relics were established, they searched for Bujia Khan and gathered the remaining soldiers to accumulate strength. There are now only more than 800 people left in the army, with hundreds of war horses and a scimitar in each hand. And these are the only powers Bujia Khan has now.
This group of people now has no logistical support, no supplies, and no inventory. Now it is just a dream to return to the grassland. They can only do the business of horse bandits, accumulate some capital, and then try to return.
All ambitions for hegemony have come to nothing in the end.
But Bujia Khan has experienced ups and downs over the past decades, and he will not give up easily. He arranged for people to rush back to Ya Zhang and contact the direct troops in Ya Zhang to learn about the situation in Ya Zhang. He planned to stay in Monan to gather the remaining defeated soldiers. He was in no hurry to rush back to Yazhang. The death of Dulan Khan when he led hundreds of people across the desert was a lesson for him.
Although there are only a few soldiers and horses around him now, and he cannot bear to fight anymore, Bujia Khan has become more clear-headed at this time.
He ordered the army to move northwest to avoid the sharp edge of the Sui army. At the same time, more than a dozen sentries were dispatched to scout for intelligence and gather the remaining soldiers. At the same time, Sarishe was asked to lead half of the army to attack the west, attack the smaller tribes in the west, and replenish his own supplies. At this time, no matter whether they are his people or not, they all have to dedicate themselves to him, the great khan.
Relying on the predatory blood transfusion of the Turkic army, the Turkic army barely maintained its survival and expanded considerably. After all, the Turks had collapsed several times before, and many of the armies fled, and it was impossible for the Sui army to completely annihilate their defeated army. Bujia Khan successively gathered two thousand remnant troops from various tribes and began to slowly advance northward.
The revenge against the Sui people will be avenged later. Now Bujia Khan¡¯s most urgent task is to quickly return to Yazhang and regain his lost rights. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com