We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

"Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor! Stop them!!!"

When the generals around King Kuntu saw the Fengtian cavalry rushing towards them like killing gods, they immediately shouted at the top of their lungs.

Hundreds of the most elite Golden Wolf Guards rushed out from the rear, trying to form a human wall to stop Yue Yun, the deadly spearhead of the Fengtian Army.

"Get out of here!" Yue Yun shouted like thunder.

But he suddenly squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse under him understood the same idea as its master and suddenly began to accelerate.

Yue Yun lowered his body, and the spear in his hand drew an extremely sharp arc.

A cold light flashed, and the abdomens of several Golden Wolf Guards who tried to intercept head-on were ripped open, along with their armor, and blood and internal organs were splattered all over the ground.

"Protect the Khan!"

The Northern Hu general's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his spear and stabbed Yue Yun fiercely.

when--

There was a sharp sound of metal clashing.

Yue Yun accurately blocked the spear with the spear in his hand, causing the general's arm to go numb.

At this moment, the two guards behind Yue Yun rushed out from both sides like ghosts, and the two sharp spears were like poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues, one on the left and the other on the right, piercing into the general's ribs.

"Ah!" The general let out a shrill scream, his spear slipped out of his hand, and he fell off his horse.

The warhorse under Yue Yun's crotch neighed, raised its hind hooves high, and landed accurately on the general's head.

The good head was crushed to pieces, and white, red and yellow pieces scattered out like money.

However, the time that the relative spent his life delaying was not meaningless.

Although Yue Yun is a top military general, the personal guards who follow him into battle are mortals and are just ordinary elite soldiers.

It took too much energy to fight his way into the formation from the periphery, and he was already at the end of his strength.

Besides, those Golden Wolf Guards were not useless. They were elite warriors who had fought in many battles and had come to their senses as early as when Yue Yun rushed in.

Spears were thrust out, and a blood mist burst out in an instant. War horses fell down with neighing and wailing. In the blink of an eye, dozens of Yue Yun's personal guards fell.

Yue Yun's eyes flashed with coldness, and he rode forward to share the pressure with his personal soldiers.

However, he didn't expect that several Golden Wolf Guards had been watching him secretly for a long time. When Yue Yun got close, several hooks shot out from different directions.

The warhorse under Yue Yun's crotch let out a mournful cry, and its four legs were forcibly broken, and its huge body fell sideways with a loud bang!

"Yes! Yes!"

The Golden Wolf Guards shouted excitedly and rushed towards the fallen horse corpse, wanting to deal the final blow to the enemy commander and win the great first merit.

At this moment, a roar was heard: "You want to kill me, Yue Yun, with such a despicable trick?"

Everyone's faces changed, but they saw a long spear stretched out and swept across, sweeping away all the hooks.

Then there was another roar, Yue Yun leaped with all his might, and the spear in his hand drew an arc, drawing a red line on the throats of several Golden Wolf Guards!

He didn't even look at the fallen Golden Wolf Guard, his eyes fixed on the horrified face of King Kuntu, less than twenty steps ahead.

"Barbarian chief! Dismount and be tied up!"

The spring thunder burst out from the clouds, and the sound shook the whole area.

He stomped his foot on the ground hard, and with the inertia of the forward rush, he soared into the sky like a roc spreading its wings.

The spear in his hand turned into a cold light that tore through the air. Instead of stabbing forward, he used the spear shaft to smash the neck of the white horse under King Kuntu's throne!

The white horse neighed, foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground.

King Kuntu was caught off guard and fell off his horse with a scream. His felt hat fell to the ground and he rolled into a pool of mud and blood.

He struggled to get up, but a foot in an iron boot had already stepped heavily on his chest, pinning him to the cold frozen ground!

The tip of the gun, with a strong smell of blood, pressed against his fat neck, and the biting cold instantly froze all his thoughts.

King Kuntu raised his head in horror, but what caught his eyes was a young face covered in blood, as cold and ruthless as a demon.

He was greatly alarmed and swung the sword in his hand in panic.

The sword was obviously not an ordinary item. With a slight "swishing" sound, it actually cut off the tip of the spear in Yue Yun's hand.

It was because of this delay that the surrounding Golden Wolf Guards came to their senses and rushed forward with roars.

The remaining guards were worried that Yue Yun might be in danger, so they jumped off their horses and rushed over without caring about their own safety.

The two sides fought fiercely, neither refusing to give in.

Yue Yun glanced coldly at the many Golden Wolf Guards and scolded them, "You are so stubborn and stubborn, but don't you see your Khan is here?!"

The Golden Wolf Guards looked towards Yue Yun in confusion.

King Kuntu sat crookedly on the ground, his eyes wide open like dead fish, his mouth wide open with blood oozing out. A spear shaft pierced his throat diagonally into his flesh, and the other end just happened to rest against the ground, supporting his body so that he did not fall down.

Blood flowed down the gun barrel onto the ground, dyeing the frozen soil red.

The Golden Wolf Guards were in disbelief. They had clearly seen that the spear in Yue Yun's hand had been broken, so how could he have stabbed his own Khan through?

"Without a gun, can't you kill people?!"

Yue Yun sneered, pulled out the sword from King Kuntu's hand, and with a slight force of the blade, King Kuntu's thick neck was broken into two pieces.

A few more clever guards came forward, chopped down the wolf guards guarding the flag, and with a few strong cuts, they cut the flagpole, which was as thick as a bowl, into two pieces.

Yue Yun took a spear from the guards and plunged it into King Kuntu's head, then raised the head high.

"King Kuntu is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Those who resist...will be slaughtered and exterminated!"

Yue Yun roared out this sound, like rolling thunder, instantly drowning out the sounds of fighting on the entire battlefield and clearly reaching everyone's ears.

The battlefield instantly fell into an eerie silence.

The Northern Hu cavalry who were fighting and resisting were frozen in place as if they were under a spell.

They watched in disbelief as the golden wolf banner, a symbol of supreme power and the protection of the Wolf God, collapsed.

They saw King Kuntu, who was as powerful as a god in their hearts, with his head stuck on a gun barrel and held high by the enemy general!

Faith collapsed.

Courage failed.

"The Great Khan... was killed..."

"The Wolf God has abandoned us..."

“Defeated…defeated…”

The desperate wails spread among the Northern Hu people like a plague.

The vanguard cavalry had lost their command and was already in chaos, but now it completely collapsed.

Some dropped their weapons and knelt down in surrender, while others turned their horses around in fear and fled for their lives into the depths of the endless tundra.

The herdsmen, women and children in the rear were crying and shouting loudly, the cattle and sheep were frightened and scattered, the vehicle frames overturned, and the situation was completely out of control.

On the other hand, the Fengtian Army only saw the enemy's wolf-skin banner falling high and their own commander's flag rising, which greatly boosted their morale.

"General Yue, mighty!"

Someone roared.

"General Yue is mighty!"

The next moment, dozens of people responded.

"General Yue is mighty, and the Fengtian Army will surely win!"

Then, all the Fengtian Army soldiers shouted at the same time.

The roar of the army shook the earth and the sky, and it also shook the enemy's hearts.

"kill!!!"

The morale of the Fengtian Army soldiers was high, like a tiger among a flock of sheep, they madly chased and hacked at the scattered Northern Hu cavalry in order to expand the results of the battle.

Li Leshi, who had just rushed into the battle formation, laughed heartily, swung his long sword, and shouted wildly in the Hu language at the Hu people in front of him:

"After three breaths, those who kneel will be spared, and those who stand will be killed!"

The Hu soldiers no longer had the will to resist and fell to their knees. Some of them refused to surrender but were chopped into pieces by the Fengtian troops who rushed over.

Li Leshi and Ji Taihan, one inside and the other outside, chased the deserters for several miles before turning back to gather the soldiers and capture the prisoners.

. . . . . .

Let’s talk about Yueyun.

After King Kuntu was beheaded, the surrounding Golden Wolf Guards immediately let out desperate cries, and the last bit of their will to resist completely collapsed.

Those who refused to change were beheaded one by one by Yue Yun's personal guards, and the rest all knelt down and surrendered.

Yue Yun inserted the spear with King Kuntu's head into the frozen soil, looked back at his mount, and sadness flashed in his eyes.

All four hooves of the white horse were broken, and there were more than ten knife and gun wounds of varying sizes on its body. Its huge eyes were filled with pain, and it was obvious that it was not going to survive.

This horse is not a rare BMW, but it was personally selected and given to Yue Yun by Li Che when Yue Yun first joined Li Che. It has followed Yue Yun in his battles for two years.

Now he has died here. How can Yue Yun not be heartbroken?

He walked slowly to King Kuntu and pulled the long sword from his arms.

When he placed it next to his ear and flicked it gently, he heard a sound like a dragon's roar; then he placed it upright on the ground and put it down gently, and the sword tip slid through the hard frozen soil and stood on the ground.

But it is a good sword that can cut through iron like mud!

Yue Yun held the sword and walked to the side of the warhorse. He reached out to stroke the horse's head and placed the tip of the sword on the horse's neck.

He leaned forward lightly, and blood flowed out along the sword edge. Within ten breaths, the warhorse stopped moving.

Yue Yun sighed and sat cross-legged beside the warhorse's corpse: "Old friend, you can rest now."

The guards quietly walked around their general and did not come forward to disturb him. They just cleaned up the battlefield nearby.

A quarter of an hour later, the sound of horse hooves came from behind. It turned out to be Li Leshi and Ji Taihan riding side by side.

"General!" Li Leshi's face flushed with excitement. "Our army has won a great victory. Those barbarians have fled in all directions and are no longer organized. The two of us chased them for ten miles before returning to await your orders."

Since the death of his good friend, Li Leshi's temper has become increasingly gloomy, and his temperament has become somewhat sinister.

During these few months, he had been fighting against the Hu people on the grassland with Yueyun, and unexpectedly formed a friendship with Jitaihan on the battlefield, and they became good brothers who shared life and death.

Although Jitaihan is brave, he has a simple mind. After interacting with him more, Li Leshi has become much more optimistic.

The two men saw Yue Yun sitting on the ground with a newly dead white horse beside him, which was the mount that had always accompanied him in battle.

Both of them were cavalry generals, and they knew how deep the relationship was between the generals and their mounts, so they immediately fell silent.

Li Leshi was about to say a few words of comfort when he saw another white horse led by a personal guard. It was the mount of the Northern Hu King Kuntu, and his eyes were instantly attracted to it.

It’s nothing, this horse is just so beautiful!

But I saw that the white horse was ten feet long from head to tail, and eight feet tall from hoof to spine. It was as white as snow, and there was not a single stray hair on its body.

Anyone who knows a little about horses can tell at a glance that this is a peerless horse that can travel a thousand miles a day and eight hundred miles a night!