After breaking out of Salamon's encirclement, there were only more than sixty people left around Saint A'ke and Yang Yi.
Nearly half of them died under the sword of the Persians of the Moon Clan. They did not die on the battlefield against the Turks, but died before the dawn of a new life in Tochara.
Before they died, they pulled hundreds of people on their backs, and Salamon's number was already less than two thousand.
When the two sides faced each other, Yang Yi and the others were naturally outnumbered. Fortunately, they had the phalanx experience honed on the battlefield, so they were finally able to break through. Looking at both sides, Salamon was the one with the highest level of martial arts, and Yang Yi was not his.
Opponent, only Saint Akademo's Holy Fire Bow can continuously drive Salamon back.
Salamon's martial arts strength has surpassed that of Bei Qiao Feng and Nan Murong. Yang Yi estimated that in the vast Central Plains, perhaps only Li Xiaoyao's rebirth could defeat him.
Fortunately, the three remaining dark messengers under Salamon's command in the former Senate died in the fight with Okili. This allowed Yang Yi to become second only to Salamon in the Tocharian breakout battle.
Master.
But Yang Yi still couldn't defeat Salamon, and sixty people couldn't defeat more than a thousand people. Everyone had no choice but to flee, crawling into the ravine in a panic, without even having time to figure out the direction.
Salamon and his Moon Clan are chasing after her. The Saint is their last hope to return to Persia, and Salamon will never give up.
In fact, if Salamon hadn't accidentally killed the Saint out of fear, they might not have been able to break out of the encirclement, and they might not have been able to escape for more than a month without being caught.
More than a month later, they had bypassed Congling, but they were still in the mountains. Even in front of them were daunting snow-capped mountains one after another. Almost every snow-capped mountain here was more majestic than Mount Buzhou.
Yang Yi knew that this was what the Central Plains people called West Kunlun, and the boundless snow-capped mountains in front of them were the Tubo Plateau. Under Salamon's pursuit, they could only escape to the plateau.
This area was known as the Ali region and Kashmir in later generations.
After more than a month of running away, those who fled and chased were exhausted, and everyone was injured. Yang Yi also organized many ambushes to counter the pursuit, but they could only slightly hinder Salamon's footsteps, but
It's impossible to fight them off.
There was a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Although Salamon had been killed, less than 1,500 of his men were killed, but Yang Yi and the others only had 39.
Some people were killed, some died with the enemy, and some people fell down while running and never got up again.
In the cruel plateau living environment, there was no need to fight. People were dying every day, both sides were dying. When Salamon finally besieged them in the gentle mountain col again, only twenty-nine people were left, including the Holy Maiden and Yang Yi.
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There was finally no way to escape.
Yang Yi's sword had long been broken, Akko's holy fire bow had no arrows, Adiao Lindatra was carrying the sun and moon harp on her back, and the sword in her hand was more like a saw.
"Ayang, are we going to die?"
"Are you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid. But I'm very sad that you haven't found your way back yet."
"It doesn't matter, I have found you and am content."
"Ah Yang, will we be together in the next life?"
"I will definitely do it. Even if I look for you for another five hundred years, I will definitely find you in my next life."
"I will wait for you, the next life, and the next life, I will wait for you."
Yang Yi kissed her, took out the broken knife, smiled and said to Lindatra: "A Diao, call my brother-in-law to come and listen."
A Diao raised his serrated sword and said, "I'll scream again in the next life."
They rushed towards the enemy.
Blood dyed the snow in the mountains red.
After a while, only the last ten people were left, but they were unable to fight anymore. They no longer had the strength and manpower to form a phalanx to resist the enemy. Even if Salamon let them go, the ten people would die on the ice and snow plateau.
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Ten people sat down together, and Yang held Saint A'ke in his arms, looking up at the vast snow-capped mountains and the sky.
It has been more than five hundred years. Are you really going to die? Is there really no way back?
Yang Yi was very unwilling, but he could only hug her tightly at this time. Saint Ake held the dagger. She would never allow herself to be caught by Salamon, nor would she let herself live alone.
Yang Yi did not stop her, knowing that stopping her would be useless, and she would not abandon herself.
Is it really over? Are there no more chances?
Suddenly, majestic horn horns sounded all around, causing the snow on the surrounding cliffs to fall. Then a huge cavalry appeared around them.
There are at least five thousand cavalrymen, all wearing uniform leather jackets and leather armor. Half of them are riding horses from the Tubo Plateau, and half are riding yaks. They hold sharp spears in their hands, and have scimitars and long bows on their waists.
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This is a regular army, a plateau light cavalry.
The sudden appearance of the army made Yang Yi and Salamon afraid to act rashly.
Two extremely generous and heroic yaks came out of the military formation. They were more than twice as big as the buffaloes in the Central Plains. They were about to catch up with the smaller elephants.
Sitting on the backs of the yak were two old men, each dressed in gorgeous clothes. One of them was not angry, but he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you, and why did you break into my Guge territory to fight?"
Yang Yi did not answer him, but stared directly at the old man next to him.
The old man is too ugly, with a wide mouth, a flat nose, and squinty eyes. Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to marry a wife at such a young age, and it would also leave a deep impression on the men who have met him.
Yang Yi asked: "Are you... Xu Zhu?"
The ugly old man suddenly looked at Yang Yi. He had never forgotten such a familiar voice in his life. This voice accompanied him in his most miserable childhood and youth. This voice accepted him as his disciple when everyone despised him.
Taught him martial arts.
"I am Xu Zhu, you...who are you?"
"Hahahaha..." Sheep raised his head to the sky and laughed loudly. He had never laughed so wildly before, and his laugh was louder than a horn.
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Salamon died. He was beaten to death in the mountain col by the furious Xu Zhu, and a generation of Yue Clan martial arts geniuses perished.
After two rounds of charges by the Guge Kingdom's cavalry, the Persians of the Moon Clan were reduced to less than 500 people, and then they knelt down and surrendered.
The five thousand Guge cavalry were not the most terrifying. The crazed Xu Zhu ran rampant in the Persian crowd of the Moon Clan, killing anyone who raised his hand, like a roaring lion.
Salamon's son Salama was also seriously injured by Xu Zhu, and he vomited blood one by one.
With Xu Zhu's tyrannical appearance, it is hard to imagine that he came from the Shaolin Temple, a Buddhist Buddhist temple with a compassionate heart. Until he personally helped the sheep onto the Guge people's sedan chair, he was still shaking with anger and pointed at the kneeling Persians of the Yue Clan.
people.
"Kill, kill them all, leave no one alive."
The Guge cavalry raised their long bows.
"No, Mr. Xu Zhuzi, I beg you to let them go." Saint Akademo has the true heart of a Bodhisattva.
"They are all my people, please spare them."
Xu Zhu asked Yang Yi with his eyes, and Yang Yi nodded: "Let it go."
Xu Zhu stamped his feet: "Forget it!" The cavalrymen put away their bows and arrows one after another.
The saint walked in front of the Persians of the Moon Clan and said to Salama: "Salama, don't go back to Persia, Okili will kill you all. Take them to Tianzhu, listen to what A Yang said,
Going south over the snow-capped mountains, we reach Tianzhu, where the climate is mild and the land is fertile, making life easy."
"Salamon, you must protect the Yue people." The saint said with tears: "Don't let them die again, let them live."
The surviving Yue people shed tears of remorse. They knelt at the feet of the saint, chanted her holy name, and thanked her for the grace of the holy light.
The Guge cavalry moved out of the way, and Salama took the last of the Yue people on the southward migration path toward Tianzhu. They swore in the name of the holy fire that they would never return to the northern foothills of the Himalayas.
Yang Yi breathed a long sigh of relief. The five hundred years of grievances he had with the Moon Clan Persia were finally wiped out today.
Is this really the case?
Salama led the remaining Persian Moon Tribe people to the fertile Indian plains after an arduous journey, where they then thrived. In the long history that followed, the descendants of the Moon Tribe experienced many blood fusions, including
Integration with the Aryan moon-worshipping group that entered Tianzhu earlier.
Over the long years, the descendants of the Yue people have established their own kingdoms in India, with successes and failures, until the majority of them migrated to Nepal at the southern foot of the Himalayas.
Chapter completed!