Drifting heavy rain fell from the sky, and Li Kuo rode the breeze and ran northward in the rainy night. Dozens of horseback riders followed him non-stop, and arrows shot from behind the young man from time to time.
The long dark night seemed to never end. Li Kuo's blood mixed with the rain and flowed down from his cheek. A dragon of light crossed the night sky, illuminating the young man's pale face. Looking back, he looked at the group of people who looked like messengers of death.
Li Kuo sneered, raised his whip, and ran towards the top of the cliff.
The dozens of assassins on horseback didn't say anything, and just followed Fu Lingxiao closely like a shadow. The rain fell harder and harder, and it hurt the young man's cheek a little. The breeze let out a neighing sound, and the car galloped on the muddy path with splashes of water.
Splash of water.
Li Kuo laughed and whipped his horsewhip. His act of venting made him feel like he was in a trance and distanced himself slightly from the killer.
When bypassing the mountain road with piles of rubble, Qingfeng actually raised his hooves high and screamed. Looking at the cliff in front, the young man gave a bitter smile. Looking back, he saw dozens of killer knights lighting torches and heading towards the cliff unhurriedly.
They rushed forward. As if they expected that Li Kuo would not escape, everyone was not in a hurry, but slowly approached him like the god of death.
With an angry shout, Li Kuo kicked the horse's belly violently and rushed towards the cliff. The frightened horse suddenly jumped towards the cliff.
The young man felt his body falling rapidly, and the cold wind whistling around him. Just when he thought everything was about to end, he fell into a deep pool. A biting cold feeling came from all directions.
"No!" With a shout, the young man jumped up from the bed, panting heavily and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. The young man felt the biting cold wind, which was no different from a dream.
Looking towards the tent door, he saw a dark figure holding a machete, opening the tent curtain and rushing toward him.
In a hurry, the young man dodged the fatal knife, but his arm was inevitably scratched. Blood poured out instantly, and the severe pain made Li Kuo unusually awake. Through a flash of lightning, he clearly saw what was coming to him.
The one who struck the fatal blow was clearly Suas, the young man who brought milk tea at dusk.
"What are you doing!" Li Kuo screamed hysterically. He really couldn't understand why the young man who had no grudges against him in the past would kill him.
However, Suas did not answer, and swung his knife towards Li Kuo's face.
Li Kuo did not have a weapon in his hand, so he had to turn his body to the left to avoid the blow.
"I have raised you for ten years, and yet I have taught you such a loser. How do I usually teach you? To be a killer, you only need to obey, obey, and obey again! Once you enter this profession, you will have a strong sense of family ties. If you are such a passionate seed,
Sooner or later, you will be defeated here." Suas remembered what his master said, his face turned red and his eyes were filled with fire.
No, I'm not a wimp!
Suas didn't give Li Kuo any chance to breathe. He shouted and slashed several times in succession.
Li Kuo was a little flustered by the sudden assassination. He instinctively stretched out and curled up with Suas's blade.
"Hiss!" The young man tripped over a stool, and the scimitar immediately followed him to his neck!
The strong wind blew across his cheeks, bringing with them crystal tears. The boy's hands holding the scimitar were trembling violently. He slowly lifted it up, but it seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms.
Perhaps the most difficult thing in life is not the decision between life and death, but the choice between friends of one's own race and those who have nurtured him.
He is from the Tang Dynasty and a brother of the same race. Why should I kill him?
At this moment, Suas felt as if his heart was being eaten by ants and tortured in every possible way.
Finally, he shouted loudly, stretched out his right hand, and stabbed Li Kuo's lower ribs with the sword.
This moment of hesitation gave Li Kuo an opportunity. He sighed secretly in his heart and rolled towards the west side of the felt tent. Taking advantage of the situation, he picked up the horizontal knife on the table and faced the blow. With lightning and flint, Suas was able to
He was moved three feet away by the shock. Looking helplessly at his cracked tiger's mouth, the young man suddenly became angry and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The length of the horizontal knife was much longer than that of the scimitar. This blow not only caused Suas internal injuries, but the blade also cut across his long coat and tore off a piece of sheepskin.
"There are assassins, there are assassins!" The soldiers outside the house shouted loudly when they heard the sound of weapons clashing.
Dots of firelight glowed in the dark night sky, and groups of Tang soldiers rushed toward Li Kuo's camp.
A trace of hesitation flashed in Suas's eyes. After thinking for a moment, he finally covered the wound on his chest, carried a machete on his back and rushed out of the camp, quickly escaping into the long night.
...
The morning sun dispels the darkness and spreads light all over the Dafeichuan grassland. The holy sunshine can drive away all darkness, but it seems unable to drive away the haze in people's hearts.
Li Kuo opened the sheepskin curtain and felt a sense of warmth coming over him. After adjusting his clothes again, the young man walked towards the central seat of the spacious tent.
I saw Suta, the chief of the Naji tribe, sitting on the main seat, casually flipping through a pile of pamphlets placed on the wooden table.
Perhaps feeling the cold wind pouring into the tent, he put down the paper in his hand and subconsciously looked in the direction of the curtain.
When he saw clearly that the person coming was the handsome young man Tang Jiang, a smile like the spring breeze was immediately written on the face of this strong prairie man.
"Friends given by the immortal god, how did you rest last night? Did the milk tea on the grassland relieve your fatigue? Did Naji's girl soothe your homesickness? I, as the leader of the Naji tribe of the White Wolf tribe
I would like to express my most sincere greetings to the brothers from Datang."
It can be said that there are no permanent friends, only eternal interests. Li Kuo had no doubt about this. The White Wolf clan was too eager to show their kindness to the Tang army, which made the young man feel worried. Naturally, everything from the sky will not fall in vain.
Chubing, the White Wolf Clan either wants something from the Tang Army or is harboring evil intentions.
He did not dare to say that the assassination of Suas last night was definitely done by Chief Suta, but it happened in the camp of the Naji tribe. It would be unreasonable to say that he was completely unaware of it.
Li Kuo smiled and said: "I have prepared a gift, especially for the chief." The young man stretched out his hands and handed over a brocade box.
Chief Suta coughed a few times and said, "General Li is too polite. You are guests of the White Wolf tribe. How can I ask you to spend money?" He took the brocade box and put it on the table aside.
He thought for a moment and said: "Brothers from the Tang Dynasty, what should I do? You have come all the way, how can I let you suffer a loss? Well, Aksu, quickly bring me the scimitar I used when I set up the account. I want
Give the most precious items to the Han brothers."
The young man from the White Wolf Tribe named Aksu got the order and went to get the knife.
Li Kuo frowned after hearing this. Could it be that Chief Suta really didn't know about it?
It turns out that among all ethnic groups on the snowy plateau, the scimitar is a symbol of male power. The people on horseback have their own high-quality scimitar made of star iron (note 1) since they were children. Whether they are fighting enemies in battle or going out,
Hunting and machetes are the closest companions of men on the plateau.
If you want to judge a man's military status, you only need to look at the blood stains on his scimitar. Therefore, for plateau men, the scimitar is tantamount to their lives. But for the clan leader, the scimitar is more important.
Deep political significance. Since Chief Suta opened an account at the age of fourteen, the scimitar has been following him throughout the world. At this time, he gave this precious thing to a general from the Tang Dynasty. How could it not be called
People are surprised.
Taking the scimitar from Aksu, Chief Suta held it in both hands and presented it to Li Kuo.
If Li Kuo did not accept it at this time, it would be a sign of contempt for the chief of the Naji tribe. With a sigh, the young man took the scimitar with both hands and bowed to show his most sincere respect to Chief Suta.
Note 1: Star iron: It is sporadic iron ore scattered on the grassland. Men in the grasslands often collect star iron to make scimitars or daily iron tools.
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