Aqige did not expect Tie Mo to be so crazy, nor did the Mongolian cavalry on horseback.
Because manpower is limited, how many people in the world can knock down a war horse by themselves?
Although the war horse fell to the ground, Tie Mo felt uncomfortable. His right body seemed to be broken into pieces. Seeing the cavalryman trying to get up from the ground, he picked up the scimitar on the ground with difficulty and rushed forward with a roar.
The scimitar slashed across the Mongolian cavalry's neck before he could get up.
Tie Mo breathed a long sigh of relief. At this time, his head was buzzing and he was a little confused. Someone behind him was roaring, which seemed to be Aqige's panic shouting.
Slowly turning around, I saw a knife getting closer and closer.
It turned out to be the cavalryman who had been knocked off his horse by a machete before. After seeing the fate of his companion, he seemed to be stimulated and rushed towards Tie Mo.
My whole body was sore, and it was too late to turn around and respond. I was just about to throw myself to the ground, and rolled a few times on the spot. But I heard a scream, Mengmeng jumped up from nowhere, and threw the Mongolian to the ground with her thick body.
The sharp fangs opened a gash in the opponent's neck.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Mengmeng's body was covered in blood, she ran to Tie Mo, stuck out her tongue and licked his cheek.
Patting Mengmeng's head, Tie Mo forced out a smile. When he saw the ownerless horse in front of him, he turned over and rode on it.
One person, one horse and one wolf, yellow sand is flying, and heaven and earth merge into one.
Galloping, galloping continuously, mixed with hoarse roars. The scimitar is like the moon, and the man-wolf is like the god of death crawling out of hell.
There was a gunshot in the distance, and a Mongolian cavalryman wearing different clothes wailed and fell to the ground. Tie Mo did not hesitate, turned his horse's head and rushed over without hesitation.
The machete passed by, the sharp blade cut through the opponent's neck, and a head rose into the sky.
Mengmeng jumped up and took the head in her mouth.
Due to its inertia, the war horse continued to rush forward. Finally, with a tug on the reins, the war horse stopped abruptly, raised its head, looked up at the sky, and let out a neighing sound.
The man on horseback held the horse's back tightly and raised the scimitar in his hand high.
Under the sun, the blood was low, reflecting the twisted smile on his face.
He is like an evil ghost in the desert, a blood-stained devil.
The remaining Mongolian cavalry panicked for a moment. They swallowed their saliva and started running towards the distance without knowing who had raised the head.
The surviving military households hugged the Mongolian men. Soon after, the Mongolian men gathered together and roared in unison.
The scimitars are pointing towards the sky, and the crowd is excited.
Aqige was walking with difficulty when Tie Mo fell off his horse and lay motionless on the ground.
I'm so tired, I just want to take a nap.
Looking at the crowd shouting in the distance, Tie Mo smiled miserably, "What are they shouting?"
"They are shouting 'Blue Wolf King'!"
Aqige caressed that young but aged face, and at some point, tears slowly fell down.
"You saved me, you are the hero of my life, Aqige!"
"Haha...you can't die, I will always point at you from now on..."
Looking at the blue sky in my eyes, it became increasingly blurry. I felt the wind was a little cold and my face was a little wet. I don't know if it was blood or tears.
...
When he opened his eyes again, there was an oil lamp in front of him and he was covered with a quilt.
He opened his mouth, but he could only make a hoarse coughing sound. The woman standing next to him opened her eyes and immediately burst out with joy.
"Are you awake? Come on, drink some water first!"
After drinking water and recovering a little, Tie Mo asked the doubts in his heart.
"Where is this?"
"This is Naiman's place, we are safe!" Aqige supported Tie Mo and said slowly.
It turned out that three days had passed. After encountering Bayan Khan's cavalry, Aqige ordered the camel team to go directly south and then circled a section of the desert before returning safely to the Naiman tribe.
In that battle, the casualties were extremely heavy. Naiman's soldiers suffered 21 casualties, and military households also suffered 6 casualties.
Tie Mo looked at the flickering and blurred oil lamp with a heavy heart, and went north to barter. There were nearly thirty people in the team when he arrived, but now there were less than ten people left.
Along the way, there were natural and man-made disasters, and the Gobi Desert was full of traps that could swallow up human lives.
At this moment, Tie Mo suddenly had doubts about himself.
Was it really right to decide to go north to barter? Those military families were buried here, and even their bodies could not be returned to their hometowns. After they died, there were still several people in the family waiting for food.
How can I, Tie Mo, be so virtuous that I am worthy of being followed to the death by this group of soldiers?
Can I really take care of their family for the rest of my life?
As if he could tell that Tie Mo was not in a good mood, Aqige comforted him: "Don't think too much. Compared with those travelers whose entire team was buried in the desert, you are already lucky."
"Maybe! Aqige, help me go out and take a look!"
Put on your clothes and slowly walk out of the yurt. The stars in the sky are twinkling, the moonlight is beautiful, and there is a bonfire blazing in the distance, but there is no singing.
Seeing Tie Mo coming out, Shi Hu and others finally felt better, and they immediately gathered around.
Looking at these familiar and sincere faces, the softest part of Tie Mo's heart was touched, and tears filled his eyes uncontrollably.
"Brothers, it's me who's sorry for you. It's me who made those brothers die on the road."
As Tie Mo spoke, he knelt down under the night.
The remaining military households felt pain in their hearts and knelt down. Hao Sanpao supported Tie Mo and said sternly: "Xiao Tie, when we decided to go north with you, our brothers risked their lives. How can we blame you?"
you?"
"And you also promised that as long as you can go back alive, you will try your best to take care of me and my family."
"We chose this road ourselves. As long as we can see some hope, no matter what you say, our brothers will not follow you on this road."
Tie Mo nodded painfully. He realized that no matter what, he could not be truly cold-blooded.
For those people who are familiar with each other, every time someone falls down, their hearts will feel a little more painful, and their responsibilities will also increase.
...
In a yurt in the distance, Chang Minyue hid behind the curtain and silently looked at everything around the campfire.
In the life-and-death situation a few days ago, the soldiers under Tie Mo refused to retreat until death, and none of them was considered a coward. However, several swordsmen under his command chose to escape.
what is this?
The Chang family has great wealth, but Tie Mo is just a poor military household with a life-threatening situation.
Why is this happening?
Looking at the scene by the campfire, Chang Minyue seemed to understand something. For the first time in her life, she had doubts about herself.
Perhaps in this troubled world, talent is the most important thing.
A humble person can rise to great heights, and a noble person can plummet.
Perhaps, I was really wrong and should not look down on those humble people. At a certain moment, there really is no distinction between high and low.