Many years later, the story of how the tribes responded to the Khan of Khans' edict and rushed to the Holy City to help their revered Buddhist son save the Holy City from danger is still passed down by word of mouth among the people and has become one of the most talked-about legends among the people of every tribe.

The Buddha is the king in their minds. As long as the Buddha gives an order, every tribe is willing to charge into battle for him.

On that day, black smoke filled the air and flames blazed. The tribal coalition and local garrison troops descended from the sky like gods, with iron arrows covering the sky and the ground. Heavy cavalry, light cavalry, archers, and swordsmen and axemen each formed their own battle arrays and surrounded the Northern Rong coalition from all directions, trapping them in the wilderness outside the holy city.

The heavy cavalry tore through the tribesmen's battle formations, the infantry holding shields approached step by step, the soldiers behind them waved their spears, and the archers at the back and on both wings drew their bows and shot arrows.

After a whole day of killing, the Northern Rong coalition was terrified and in disarray. Seeing the tattered tribal flags fall one after another, they turned around and fled in despair.

The young prince Mobhido of the Ujiri tribe, wearing a bronze mask on his face, and his father led the tribal warriors to destroy the camp of the Northern Rong coalition. Wherever the iron cavalry passed, blood flowed like a river and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

The coalition forces tried to break out, but the encirclement of the cavalry was getting smaller and smaller, and the pocket was slowly tightening. The coalition forces could only retreat, and several tribesmen retreating from different directions collided with each other, and found that behind them, on both sides, were all comrades who were surrounded like them. They had no way to retreat.

Tens of thousands of people were squeezed tightly into a large circle, people next to each other, arms squeezed, horses trampled soldiers, everyone ignored the enemy, and rushed forward and upward with all their strength to ensure that they would not be trampled into a pool of meat by other people and horses. Once they fell, they could never get up again. Soldiers climbed onto horses, climbed onto the crowd, and rushed past everyone who stood in their way.

The iron arrow came down from the sky with a sound of breaking through the air, leaving behind a cloud of blood.

The snow-covered ground was dyed red by the sticky blood.

The fading sun is as hot as blood, and the north wind is chilly and biting.

Haidu Aling turned his horse around, his felt robe stained with blood. After a whole day of fighting, he was exhausted and covered with wounds. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, revealing his torn face. He looked around with his light golden eagle eyes, looking at the reinforcements pouring in like a tide, listening to the desperate howls of the soldiers around him, and smiled at himself.

Frustration, depression and despair flooded my heart.

The hero's end, a fight between a trapped beast and a fallen beast.

He thought he had trapped Tanmaragha by taking advantage of the internal turmoil in the royal court, but he didn't expect that the person who was actually trapped was himself.

When facing Tamerluka, Wakhan Khan always looked ahead and behind and was extremely cautious, to the point of being afraid of enemies everywhere. As long as the flag of Tamerluka appeared on the battlefield, Wakhan Khan would be nervous.

In the past, the northern Rong nobles laughed at Wakhan Khan for being frightened by a monk. Haidu Aling felt the same way, thinking that Wakhan Khan was too old and would worry too much and be indecisive.

Now he understood Wakhan Khan's painstaking efforts.

The generals, covered in blood, rushed over and said, "Prince, we will cover you in your escape!"

Haidu A Ling looked at his loyal subordinates with tears in his eyes and sighed, "Now that things have come to this, if I lead my troops to break out, the Buddhist disciples will definitely gather their forces to stop me."

The subordinates looked at each other, and one of them rode forward and clasped his fists, "Prince, please take off your armor and let me put on your armor. I will lead a few thousand people to break out from the northwest corner, and Ajin and his men will break out from the southeast and northeast corners respectively to attract the pursuers. When the main force of the royal court rushes over to intercept us, you can take advantage of the chaos to break out!"

Others echoed.

Haidu Aling's heart skipped a beat, as this was the only way he could think of to escape, but he didn't expect his subordinates to take the initiative to ask for re-entry before he opened his mouth.

He sighed and raised his sword: "You have followed me for many years, even when I was deserted by everyone, you never left me. I was not good at fighting, so you and I are trapped in this desperate situation. How can I sacrifice you to escape? It is better to use me as bait to lure away the elite of the royal court, and you can escape with your people!"

Seeing that he was so righteous and ready to die bravely, the generals cried, "Prince, victory and defeat are common in the military. As long as you have green mountains, you will never worry about lack of firewood. You are a hero and the hope for the restoration of the Northern Rong. You cannot die! You will definitely be able to escape, restore the Northern Rong, and avenge us in the future!"

As they spoke, they ignored Haidu Aling's objections, rushed forward, tore off his armor, put on his clothes, and pushed him into the crowd.

Haidu Aling mixed in with the soldiers, turned around, and watched his subordinates raising their arms and shouting, leading the soldiers to break out in different directions, feeling heartbroken.

These subordinates were his trusted confidants that he had spent so much time and effort to cultivate, and today, they would all die outside the Holy City.

His face was distorted, veins were bulging, and blood almost gushed out of his teeth. He turned around and without hesitation, took the remaining followers and rushed away in the opposite direction.

Behind him, the royal court's troops stationed in various places, led by Tanmarajiva, continued to shrink the encirclement.

Bi Suo raised his head and looked around, and saw a figure wearing the armor of a marshal breaking through the crowd of Northern Rong cavalry. He squeezed the horse's belly tightly and was about to catch up, but out of the corner of his eye he saw two other figures in the corners, frowned slightly, and turned back.

Tanmaraka nodded to him.

Bisha did not hesitate any longer and rode his horse to catch up.

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Several Northern Rong generals lured away the elite troops of the royal court, while Mobiduo and Bisha led their troops to chase after them.

Haidu Aling was ecstatic. He whipped his horse and rushed straight through the net of the royal soldiers like an arrow shot from a bow, breaking out and leaving the bloody battlefield behind.

The personal attendant followed closely behind him.

He held the reins tightly, and the wound on his face hurt like a knife.

Good fortune and misfortune are interdependent, man proposes, God disposes. Today he lost to Tanmaragha, but when he regroups, he will surely make a comeback in the future!

Victory is not arrogance, defeat is not resignation, the men of Beirong have followed their fathers and brothers to plunder and conquer since childhood, and a defeat is nothing! Wakhan Khan fought in many battles in his life, and led an inconspicuous small tribe on the grassland to build a powerful Beirong. He escaped from danger again and again, and from an orphan without a father or mother to the commander of a 100,000-man army. As long as he can survive, he has the possibility of rising again!

He is the son of wolf, the blood of divine wolf flows in his body, and he will never give up.

Haidu A Ling's head was buzzing. The guard behind him suddenly raised his voice and pointed to a canyon ahead: "Prince, if we pass through this canyon, we can get rid of the pursuers!"

Haidu Aling came to his senses, raised his head and looked at the canyon in the distance.

As the sun sets, its pale golden afterglow casts a shadow over the snow-covered peaks on both sides of the canyon, with the accumulated snow reflecting rays of light.

Thinking of the secret weapon in Li Yaoying's hand, Haidu Aling had an ominous premonition. His heart was pounding. He stopped his horse and thought for a moment. He said decisively: "There may be an ambush in the canyon. Change the route."

The attendant agreed, turned his horse around, and galloped towards the west.

The wind was howling, the snow-capped peaks stood in the dark twilight, and the sound of horse hooves echoed far away like heavy rain.

Haidu Aling ran madly, trying to shake off the pursuers and leave the royal court as soon as possible.

Now that all the armies and tribes have come to the Holy City, the defenses of other places must be empty. As long as he escapes from the Holy City, he will be safe. Then he can bypass the Sand City and pretend to attack Gaochang. Li Yaoying will definitely be scared and withdraw his troops. He will take the opportunity to summon his old subordinates, gather troops again, and return to the suzerain country to recuperate...

Haidu Aling planned quickly when suddenly a sharp scream was heard in front of him.

In the bloody sunset, a bolt of lightning shot out from behind a huge rock beside the road and flew straight into the sky.

Then, there was the crisp sound of horse hooves, and a group of horses emerged from behind the hills that were painted with a layer of rich rouge under the sluggish sun. From a distance, they looked like a rain cloud wrapped in thunder and lightning. The flags embroidered with the words "Western Army" and the snow-white battle robes were flying in the snow, as powerful as thousands of troops.

The ground beneath my feet trembled slightly.

In just a blink of an eye, a group of people had already flown to a few dozen steps away from Haidu Aling. The flags were getting closer and closer. The leading general was wearing a white robe and silver armor, a turban on his head, a long sword at his waist, and his face was dignified and stern.

"Haidu Aling, Xie Qing, the Left Cavalry General of the Western Army, has been waiting here for a long time."

Xie Qing drew his sword from its sheath, and stared at Haidu Aling with his dark eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

That year, they fled back to the Central Plains from the Yelu tribe, and were only one step away from returning to their hometown, but Haidu Aling led his army to chase them and captured Qi Niang. She and other soldiers were powerless to resist, and could only watch Qi Niang being taken away by Haidu Aling.

She is Qinniang's personal guard, but she cannot protect Qinniang.

During that time, Qi Niang was trapped in Haidu Aling's big tent. Day and night, Haidu Aling humiliated Qi Niang, tortured Qi Niang, and made Qi Niang surrender. She saw with her own eyes that Qi Niang and the slaves were driven by the Beirong people, and saw Qi Niang avoiding the crazy and frightened horses in the horse farm... She couldn't imagine what Qi Niang went through every night after Haidu Aling entered the tent...

From the day Qiniang was abducted, she would constantly remind herself every day that she must practice martial arts diligently, become stronger, and protect Qiniang!

The sound of the wind suddenly became mournful.

Xie Qing held a long knife in her hand and looked at Haidu Aling, two cold rays of light flashing from her eyes.

She has been lurking here for a long time.

This time, she must stop Haidu Aling and never let him escape!

A chill rose from the soles of his feet, Haidu Aling felt a chill and his heart was shaking violently.

Li Yaoying had indeed arranged an ambush.

The woman he wanted to conquer not only never submitted to him, but also opposed him at every turn, deliberately trying to eradicate him.

And he had always believed that as long as he established a powerful empire, conquered the royal court and the Western Regions, Li Yaoying would sooner or later be like those Northern Rong women, obediently submitting to him and respecting him as her master.

He was brave, mighty, tall, and the best warrior of Beirong. Li Yaoying sneered at him, but he risked his life for a monk who chanted Buddha's name all day long.

Haidu A Ling swallowed the sweet and fishy taste rising in his throat, clenched his sword, and laughed wildly: "With such a small number of people, you think you can stop me?!"

His voice was hoarse, and he pulled out the long knife. His muscles tightened, and his whole body was like an unsheathed knife, full of murderous intent.

There was also murderous intent in Xie Qing's eyes. He raised his long sword and rode towards him.

The two swords collided and sparks flew.

The two men fought with flashing swords and sabers, and after dozens of rounds, their foreheads were covered with sweat.

Haidu Aling has a murderous aura and strong internal strength, and the moves he has learned on the battlefield are decisive and ruthless.

Xie Qing was not as strong as him and was clearly at a disadvantage, but she was not at all cowardly or afraid. She flew up again and again, and did not retreat even when she was injured.

The sharp blade hit, chopped, split and cut. Xie Qing used all his strength and the long blade passed diagonally across Haidu Aling's neck.

Haidu Aling dodged the attack and was terrified.

Their respective subordinates roared and fought hard.

Xie Qing and his group were waiting for the opportunity, full of energy, while Haidu Aling and his group had experienced a great battle and were exhausted. They could no longer launch a sudden attack and could only quickly form a circular formation to resist the encirclement of the Western Army.

The setting sun took away its last rays of light, the night was dark, the two gangs of men and horses fought fiercely, the horses' hooves crushed the accumulated snow.

Haidu Aling swung his long sword, swinging it one by one, his figure was still tall and mighty, but his followers fell one by one. With a bang, his helmet was knocked to the snow, his braided hair was disheveled, his face was bloody, his eagle-like eyes were shining, and his sword skills became more and more ferocious.

Xie Qing breathed rapidly, calmed his mind, blocked the hacking attack, and suddenly flew up, like a streak of light passing by quickly, and chopped down Haidu Aling in the air with the long sword in his hand.

The sound of breaking through the air is like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger.

This move was a result of Xie Qing's concentrated inner strength and courage chopping down with all his strength. Haidu Aling raised his sword to meet the attack. With a crisp sound, the blade of the long sword curled. Xie Qing did not release the force, and the long sword continued to move forward, chopping towards Haidu Aling's neck, bringing up sparks.

Haidu Aling had already tried his best and knew he was powerless to block the second knife, but he still reacted quickly. He turned his wrist, pulled out the short knife from his waist at lightning speed, and stabbed it out diagonally.

The knife stabbed Xie Qing's face, and blood immediately covered her face. She opened her eyes wide, and without retreating, she gripped the knife handle again in a way that would hurt both sides, and the blade fell.

The two men's followers screamed in fear and there was a burst of applause.

In a flash, Haidu Aling roared angrily and leaned back. The blade cut through his armor and underwear, leaving a long bloody mark. He gritted his teeth and fell off the horse.

Seeing him fall off his horse, the Xizhou soldiers immediately rode up and surrounded him. Dozens of spears stabbed him. Haidu Aling endured the severe pain and jumped up with a somersault. He supported his long sword with his hand and looked at the Xizhou soldiers who were rushing towards him, panting.

Xie Qing retreated and stood aside with a knife, seemingly waiting for something.

A few suppressed sobs reached his ears.

Haidu A Ling looked back and looked around.

They had been surrounded by the Western Army that had been lying in ambush for a long time. All of their followers had disheveled hair, were covered in blood, their armor was torn, their robes were stained red with blood, their faces were covered in blood, and their original features could not be seen. Their tired eyes were filled with despair and sadness. Their horses had long since fallen to the ground due to exhaustion, their bows and arrows had been used up, and their long swords had turned over. The Western Army was approaching step by step.

Today is the day they die.

Someone was wiping tears.

Haidu Aling was furious and his eyes were red with anger. How could his close follower cry weakly in front of the enemy?

Those close followers were trembling with fear and pointed at the surrounding Western troops in horror.

Haidu A Ling's face was covered in blood, and he looked in the direction pointed by his attendant.

A group of people holding torches approached in the night. They were dark and oppressive, with a calm and murderous aura, and their flags rustled in the wind.

When they got closer, the soldiers on both sides pulled their horses aside to make way.

The fighting suddenly stopped, and the surroundings became as quiet as still water.

A crisp sound of hooves was heard, and a man and a horse slowly came forward surrounded by his personal soldiers.

Xie Qing went forward and led the horse for her.

The light of the torch reflected on her body and face, illuminating her slender figure and bright face. She wore a cloak on her shoulders and a felt hat on her head. She stopped her horse in the distance and looked down at Haidu Aling. Her bright eyes were colder than the snow-capped peaks that never melted all year round.

Behind her, a group of followers stood with swords drawn and expressions of respect. They were a group of Xizhou soldiers with deep facial features.

Haidu Aling looked up at Li Yaoying, who was as bright as the moonlight in the night, and remained silent for a long time.

He recognized that the personal soldiers behind Li Yaoying were from the Northern Rong. They had followed Wakhan Khan in his previous campaigns, but were captured by the Western Army and became loyal to Li Yaoying.

This woman really hated him and brought people to hunt him down.

He was a hero all his life, but he had to die at the hands of a woman.

The corners of Haidu A Ling's lips curled up in a cold smile.

In the silence, there was a loud sound of footsteps, and suddenly there was a sound of hoofbeats from the east. Three or four hundred figures on horseback rushed out from the night. The leading general wore a helmet and golden armor. He was tall and mighty. His narrow and long phoenix eyes stared coldly at Haidu Aling. He was domineering and murderous, with a shiny sword in his hand.

Li Zhongqian also came.

The beast is trapped in its cage.

Haidu A Ling closed his eyes, turned around and looked up at Li Yaoying.

Yaoying held the reins with her hands, her expression calm. Although her face was expressionless, she still looked graceful.

When they first met at the palace banquet, she was dressed in gorgeous clothes and as bright as the moon. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Haidu A Ling's eyes turned cold.

"Prince, let's surrender! Prince Jinbo and his men surrendered, and the Buddha did not kill him, but made him king. Prince, surrender to the Buddha, and we can still enjoy glory and wealth!"

"Prince, as long as you are alive, there is still hope for the restoration of the country!"

The attendant crawled to Haidu A Ling's feet, hugged his legs, and cried: "Prince, surrender!"

Princess Wen Zhao came, Xie Qing came, and Li Zhongqian, who was said to be the bravest of the three armies, also came. They only had these few people left. How could they break out?

The night wind blows, cold as snow.

The blood dried up and coagulated on his face. When the wind blew, it felt like silver needles piercing his face, causing a sharp pain.

Haidu Aling raised his eyes, looked at each of his followers one by one, and curled the corners of his mouth.

He could surrender to any powerful enemy, he didn't care about his reputation...but he just couldn't surrender to Li Yaoying.

Even if he surrendered, Li Zhongqian would not let him go. This man was cruel and ruthless and never showed mercy on the battlefield.

It is better to die quickly than suffer humiliation.

Haidu A Ling laughed a few times, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, raised his dagger, and said, "You can surrender..."

His tone was calm.

They followed him closely just to fight for a future, and since he couldn't give it to them, they didn't have to die with him.

"You have followed me this far, and you have done your best. If you want to live, surrender! I will not blame you."

As for himself, he must fight to the last moment.

He had no choice.

The strong prey on the weak, and his blood flows with the ambition and hegemony of conquering everything. If he wins, he is the strong one, and if he loses, he will die.

Haidu Aling looked at the densely packed Xizhou soldiers in front of him, rushed forward, hacking, fighting, and slashing.

In the distance, Li Zhongqian had a gloomy face as he took the wine bag handed to him by his personal soldiers, uncorked it, and poured the strong liquor onto the silver sword blade. The shadow of the sword was as clear as water.

The man in front of him once imprisoned Mingyue Nu.

His eyes opened wide, and he rushed into the formation, swiftly and agilely, with the sword flashing, he enveloped Haidu Aling in the cage.

Haidu Aling clenched his teeth and swung the dagger with all his strength, but his movements became slower and slower.

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On the hillside, Yao Ying held up her tent tightly and witnessed the heroic end of Haidu Aling with her own eyes.

When Haidu Aling's tall figure fell under Li Zhongqian's sword, her brows moved slightly and she raised her hand to wipe the hair on her temples that was blown by the night wind.

Her thoughts went back to the past when she and her personal soldiers thought they had finally escaped from the clutches of the devil. Haidu Aling suddenly appeared and shattered her hopes like a cat catching a mouse, leaving them in complete despair.

Today, Haidu A Ling died here.

From then on, there was no possibility for Beirong to restore his country.

The various states in the Western Regions will usher in an era of peace and stability. The Helong area will be recovered, trade routes will be unobstructed, the people can produce and work with peace of mind, merchants will be able to travel far and wide, and every trade route will be crowded with inns.

All the wastes are revived and flourishing.

The battlefield was silent for a moment, and then there was a heart-wrenching howl. Haidu Aling's men knelt down beside him, several of his personal soldiers drew their swords and committed suicide, following him away, while the others burst into tears and surrendered.

The guard asked Yao Ying: "Princess, how should we deal with Haidu Aling's body?"

Yao Ying said calmly: "He was an enemy general, died on the battlefield, and was buried according to the rules."

The personal soldiers should be.

The sound of long boots stepping on the snow came from far away.

Li Zhongqian walked towards Yao Ying with a long sword in his hand, blood dripping down the thin blade.

Yao Ying turned over and dismounted: "Brother."

Li Zhongqian walked up to her and looked down at her, his eyes were bloodshot and bright.

"Whoever dares to bully my Mingyue slave, I will chop him to pieces."

No matter whether he is nine, eleven, twenty-three, thirty or forty years old... anyone who bullies Mingyue Nu has to get through him first.

Yao Ying smiled, but before she could say anything, Li Zhongqian's face suddenly darkened. He let go of his sword and snorted coldly.

"Haidu Aling is dead, follow me back to Gaochang immediately!"

These days he led the Western Army to attack the pass to attract Haidu Aling's attention and let Haidu Aling let down his guard. Everything went according to their plan. Although there were some minor accidents, he solved them all smoothly. However, he didn't know the situation in the Holy City for a long time, and he was almost going crazy!

If Yao Ying had not discussed every step with him before leaving, and if his subordinates had not urged him every day to put the overall situation first, he would have led his troops to the Holy City long ago!

Yao Ying immediately put away her smile and took Li Zhongqian's arm: "Brother, thanks to you for holding back Haidu Aling's scouts during this period, the tribal soldiers were able to bypass from the west to encircle the coalition forces, and Yang Qian was able to sneak into Haidu Aling's lair without anyone noticing..."

Li Zhongqian's mouth curled up and he interrupted her: "Don't say these nice words to coax me, pack your luggage and prepare to go back."

Yao Ying sighed, "I can't leave right now, I have to go back to the Holy City first."

Li Zhongqian frowned.

At this time, Yuanjue walked out of the queue and clasped his fists towards Li Zhongqian: "Duke Wei, the king specifically told me that if I see you, I must tell you that the king asks you to go to the Holy City."

Li Zhongqian raised his eyebrows: "Why should I go to the Holy City?"

Yuan Jue said, "The king said that you asked him a few questions and asked him to promise you something, but he was unable to answer the questions you asked at that time."

Li Zhongqian had no expression on his face.

Yao Ying looked up at him and squinted her eyes: "Brother, what questions did you ask the mage?"

Li Zhongqian curled his lips, did not answer her, and walked away.

Yao Ying looked at his back, shook her head and laughed, then turned to talk to Xie Qing.

Yuanjue rolled his eyes, trotted to catch up with Li Zhongqian, and whispered: "Duke Wei, the king said that he can answer Duke Wei's questions now, and he also wants to make a request to you. Please take the time to see him when you pass by the Holy City. If Duke Wei is not available, the king can go to Gaochang to see you."

Li Zhongqian stopped in his tracks, a chill flashed across his eyes, and his gaze suddenly became sharp.

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The personal soldiers and the captives from the Northern Rong stayed behind to clean up the battlefield, while Li Zhongqian rode back to the Holy City with Yao Ying.

Outside the holy city, the war is over.

In order to cover Haidu Aling's breakout, several of his subordinates led the Iron Cavalry in a bloody battle. However, they did not hold out for long. Soldiers from other tribes had already collapsed. Seeing that one tribe had abandoned their weapons, they also dropped their weapons and surrendered. Mobido led the tribal soldiers to break up the battle formation of the Northern Rong Iron Cavalry, and tore through the last solid line of the coalition forces like a tornado.

One after another, long and melodious sounds echoed throughout the heavens and the earth. This time, it was not the terrifying sound of the enemy's attack drums, but the victory horns representing the victory of the royal court.

The people hiding in the royal temple were so excited that they burst into tears. They walked out of the temple one after another, climbed up the cliffs and the ruined city walls, and shouted for victory.

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