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Leaving Yangguan in the west, the vegetation is scattered, and the eyes are desert yellow sand.The former glory of the 36 countries in the Western Regions is long gone, and now there are only two big countries in the Western Regions, the Eastern and Western Turks, and some small border countries around them.

The Western Turkic army returned home quickly after withdrawing from the border of Yong State, stationed heavy troops on Mount Sanmi to guard the royal court.

No one knows how the prince, who had been forced into exile for nearly a year, felt when he set foot on his homeland again.Now, if he wanted to take back what belonged to him, he had to sacrifice it with the blood of the people of his country.

Although Fuli is the most orthodox successor, most Turkic scholars are not optimistic about his return.Now that the throne has belonged and the pattern has been decided, so what if he is the "God of War", leading a group of Han troops who are often beaten by them to pay tribute every year, can he still defeat the brave Turkic cavalry?In addition, after the new Khan ascended the throne, the clans in Western Turks who were friendly with those who belonged to them were greatly weakened. They were either exterminated or placed under house arrest.It is even more nonsense to talk about cooperation between the inside and the outside.

When the news of the return of the original Fuli son led the army spread to the West Turkic country, basically everyone took it as a joke, and did not understand why the royal court mobilized the army and sent heavy troops to defend.

However, only three months later, those people can no longer take this as a joke.

No relatives, so what if everyone betrays relatives?Some people don't need any strategy, but they can be trampled by a strong attack.

The Han army who was despised by them in the past has now become the Shura division that the Western Turkic soldiers fear.Shura crawled out of hell, and when he came out, he wanted to see blood.

And their pride in the past is mercilessly picking down the soldiers of their own country.The spear given by the first Khan is always calmly harvesting the lives of the resisters.

It's not that no one has thought of "capture the thief first, capture the king first", but as time goes by, no one dares to go.

There will always be a ghostly shadow by Ashina's side.He drifted outside the battlefield, like a snake in the dark, waiting for an opportunity coldly and cruelly.Once someone tried to harm the person he was guarding, Jianfeng would cut that person's throat in an instant.

For a while, the West Turkic country was shaken, and everyone was in danger.The original team of only 5 people is slowly growing, and it is slowly but firmly encroaching on this vast country.Everyone can't help but count in their hearts the time until they reach the king's court.

And the soldiers of the Yong Kingdom didn't care about the struggle of these Turkic people, they only knew that they were taking a sigh of relief for the Chinese blood on their body.The humiliation of fighting against the enemy for a hundred years will be returned together.

Attachment seems to have no scruples at all.During his journey, only two choices were given to the defenders, surrender or death.

For the first time, Mu Qianshan truly understood that the Turkic people's worship of totems and bloodlines has reached a certain fanatic level.Ashina, this surname, seems to be born worthy of everyone's life for him.

He was a little numb. It had been a long time since he had seen such a blood-stained world.

Along the way, if the city is open, it will be Anshun, and if it is dead, the city will be slaughtered.

When Mu Qianshan watched the Turkic soldiers being slaughtered like ants on the city wall again, he still couldn't help but said, "Don't kill them."

"Hmm..." Fu Li was standing beside him, his lake-like blue eyes reflected the fire's blood, and he didn't care.

Mu Qianshan's hands were beautiful, slender and fair, not like someone who practiced martial arts.Fuli took his left hand, slowly stretched out the tip of his tongue to describe it carefully, whispered softly, and asked knowingly, "Is this not good?"

The warm and moist feeling between his fingers made Mu Qianshan feel itchy like ants crawling over. The man said 'crazy' with a cold face, which caused him to chuckle like a madman.

He said, "They betrayed me, how can they not die?"

Mu Qianshan didn't answer, just pulled his hand away expressionlessly, and left.

"!!!"

Ashina was taken aback. .

He looked at the back of the man leaving straight away, slightly parted his lips, thinking that something seemed wrong.

But in the end, he could only smile helplessly, and still gave the order "tell them to stop."

He felt that if he didn't say that, he wouldn't even be able to touch it.

But, after being obedient, will Amu be willing to let me hug him to sleep?

Attached to meditation.

.........

The Western Turks have a vast territory. Their territory extends from the Taihang Mountains in the east to the countries of the West Sea in the west. No matter how you look at it, it is not a place that can be easily eroded.At the beginning, Yuan Shizi Fuli, whom no one was optimistic about, set off from Liangzhou, and within five months, he gradually reached the Khan Court—Sanmi Mountain, which made people speechless.

The Western Turkic people didn't know how the Han army, which had been defeated by them in the past, suddenly became bloody. They didn't understand the complexity of the Central Plains politics and the helplessness of the military, so they just attributed it to the merits of attachment.

It was the wolf who led them.

This sentence has quietly become popular among the people of Western Turks.

In the legend of Ukesding Khan, the ancestor of the Turks, it was the wolf who led their soldiers, and the wolf marched in and stopped, and finally won the war.

The son of the wolf god will naturally be blessed by the wolf.Almost everyone thinks so.

However, is it true?

Mu Qianshan often saw the surrendered Turkic soldiers looking at Fuli with worshipful eyes, as if he was the supreme god.

"The son of the wolf god?" Mu Qianshan asked unexpectedly.

Fu Li looked at him, smiled casually, her beautiful blue eyes gleamed, and said, "If you think I am, then that's it."

The child is silent, strange and chaotic.

Mu Qianshan didn't believe this all the time.

And like him, some people didn't believe this before the city was broken.

"Ah, Mount Sanmi!"

When Fu Li was wearing a golden armor and standing majestically in front of the city wall of the Western Turkic court, he whistled cynically at the gate of the city,

With the attachment to take the lead, the entire army was blown up.After a while, the Turkic soldiers who were subdued along the way were all excitedly shouting a word repeatedly, and their voices shook the sky.

Mu Qianshan glanced to the side, the man knew immediately, and smiled triumphantly, "They are praising me."

"Ah."

"After the city is broken..." The voice next to him was too loud, Fu Li could only slowly lean into his ear and asked, "So what?"

Mu Qianshan glanced at him, "What do you want?"

"Stay."

At the beginning, Zhao Xu only said that he should leave the country with him, and he could come back when he became king.Mu Qianshan can leave now and return to his familiar hometown.

But Fuli said, stay.

He agreed.

The city gate was full of flames, and under the red-hot sunset, the tall and handsome son of a foreign race smiled childishly.

"That's great." Fuli smiled softly, like a slightly drunk spring breeze.

He suddenly clenched Mu Qianshan's hand, and shouted in Turkic to the Turkic soldiers behind him.

All of a sudden, the soldiers were boiling, and the attack on the city became more and more fierce, and laughter and whistles could still be heard.

"What did you say?" Mu Qianshan frowned.

"I said... I will be able to bridal chamber if I break through the city gate tonight." Fu Li whispered, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"hiss!!……"

Before he could finish his sentence, someone coldly removed his hand and removed his wrist with a "click".

"Amu..." Someone looked at him pitifully, but the person left directly.

The accompanying military doctor also couldn't figure out why Shizi's hands were often dislocated?