A half-awakened lion quickly advanced along the Ixa River toward Alimatu City. Behind the lion, several hungry wolves were chasing each other. The Arab scout team, who had played enough murder games, found that they had killed the wrong target the next day. The remnants of the local tribes who had been hiding in the grass all day long could not bring out a musket. If they had the ability to annihilate such a large group of wolves, they would not be able to slaughter so easily. The awakened scout captain sent someone to report the situation to his superiors while leading people to chase along the river bank.

The tenacious pursuers could not catch up with Gao Fatty. There were so many camels in the caravan that they could be replaced at any time. The pursuers each brought only one mount in a hurry. They were afraid that the commander would blame him, so the Arab scout chased him relentlessly while contacting his army. The distance from the target was getting farther and farther away, and with the idea of ​​letting go, Gao Deyong led everyone to walk conveniently. After a day and a night, Alimatu was already looking away from afar, and the pursuers sent by various people behind him were gathering more and more. When crossing the ridge, he looked back with a telescope. He could see the rolling smoke and dust of the pursuers at the foot of the mountain.

Who would have expected that a caravan would sway in front of them? In the telescope, he saw the Arab clothing caravan moving forward several miles away from the army. He suddenly thought he had seen a mirage. When they came back to their senses and sent someone to intercept him, Gao Deyong and his group had disappeared from the telescope. They ran around and chased, from the wetlands between the two rivers to Alimutu, seven or eight pursuers gathered along the way, followed behind the caravan with unyielding reluctance...

"Okay, let's camp on this ridge. When someone asks, he will shake the flag. No matter who wants to get close, he will greet him with a musket," Gao Deyong said, pointing to the hill beneath his feet. You can see the outline of Alimutu without a telescope. In the morning light, a thick fog surrounded it, and the whole city was undulating in the clouds like a lonely boat on the sea.

The escorts were exhausted and all had the idea of ​​rather than running to death. Hearing the fat man's words, he cheered, and removed the supplies from the camel's body, pulled out a short military shovel from his bag, and dug out a series of fox pits on the frozen mountain ridge. Old Zhang waved his machete and chopped up a few short trees, barely making two wooden fences in front and behind the defense line, hoping that they could block the enemy's near-speed when they were about to fight. Qiao Qing'er and Gao Deyong were busy helping everyone prepare gunpowder and bullets despite their fatigue.

The first wave of Turkic scouts arrived were all overturned to the ground by the corpses before they rushed to the hillside. After witnessing the cruel killing that night, the corpses were merciless, and almost every bullet was hit at the vital point. The cavalry who were chasing people happily did not breathe evenly. They were not even able to lick blood from the knife. Except for one or two lucky men who were running slowly but couldn't catch up to die because their mounts ran slowly, the rest went to see the King of Hell in a confused manner. The two slow-legged guys saw that they were knocked down like cutting barley. Knowing that something was wrong, they rolled and climbed down the mountain and pointed at the top of the mountain and scolded their opponent for being sinister and despicable.

"Go to the mountainside to search for the corpses and see if there are any guys like grenades. If there is one, just click a few and throw them down the mountain. The bigger the movement, the better." The fat man turned against his cautiousness a few days ago and whispered to the corpses. The two agile corpses jumped out of the trench and ran to the place where the opponent fell to the ground with the protection of the branches. After a while, two or three violent explosions came from the foot of the mountain, and smoke was everywhere. The Turkic scout who escaped by chance also returned to the dust.

"Brother Gao, you can kill someone before you see the city lord. Is this appropriate? "The old archer said, looking at another group of Uighur soldiers who had just arrived who had just arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"It's okay, you don't know the habits of Timur's subordinates. If our troubles are too small, before their superiors arrive, we will have to be chopped off by these little messes and robbed the gifts and share the matter with private parts. Only by making things bigger and letting several groups of people see us at the same time can we use Timur's sign to scare him with Timur's sign." Gao Fatty replied with a smile.

At this point, the escorts had already put their lives and death aside. They did not care whether the fat man's words were trustworthy. They lay in the fox pit, and shot cold guns or two from time to time, pressing the eager pursuit soldiers at the foot of the mountain. The two sides had been in a stalemate for more than an hour. When the sun rose above their heads, several subsequent pursuers arrived and gathered together, tentatively organizing the attack from the foot of the mountain.

Even though he grew up on horseback from a young age, the cavalry were a little weak. Especially since yesterday morning, the Uighur cavalry who had been chasing the caravan, was dragged by the "human spirit" Gao Fatty. He didn't even have the strength to attack and followed slowly. In the eyes of these cavalry, the merchants on the mountain were by no means easy to mess with. They were more familiar with the roads on the land of the Mesopotamian Basin than the locals. Such a desperate process did not delay their meals and rest to save energy. Just by looking at the marching stove behind them, you know that there are many veterans walking in the caravan.

"When you hear the sound of a musket, hurry up and don't show off. We chased for more than a hundred miles, it's enough." The Uighur team leader gestured to the soldiers around him and whispered. The bodies of the first team of cavalry were lying on the hillside. No matter how much treasure there was on the mountain, it would be of no life. Moreover, when the people in front broke through the opponent's defense, our group of people would have time to rush up to distribute the treasure.

"I know," a Uighur soldier with a beard that had not yet grown enough to answer gratitude to his superiors. They came from the Servant Kingdom of Dili, not Timur's direct line. Their food, clothing and supplies were different from the soldiers in the Hezhong area, and they received less money after looting the city. However, the job of massacre of women and children was always spread on their heads. Therefore, the team was cruel but not very morale. Before they could finish their private complaining, a row of muskets came from above their heads. Countless soldiers fell down, and several grenades flew into the crowd with clear smoke.

"Bang", the Turkic man in front of the young Uighur soldiers suddenly faded away, half of his head left his body, and he buckled the face of the young Uighur soldiers with blood and brain. The unlucky soldier let out a long howl like a pig, covered his face and rolled down the hillside. The uninjured soldiers were also shocked and leaned on the ground, raised their butts like a chicken, and retreated with one thigh.

"Let you choose the slaughter of the people, and I will let you taste the taste of being killed." The corpses fired happily, almost shooting. The bloody massacre that night will always remain in their memory. As warriors, seeing the elderly, weak, women and children being brutally killed but not rescued, it was a greater shame than death in battle. This shame requires the blood of the executioner to wash away.

Several teams of soldiers who were hit by the head-on were stunned. They had never encountered such powerful firepower. They screamed several times and turned back. The commander who led the team used a saber to cut several people one after another and barely stopped retreating. He was about to rectify the team. A crossbow flew across from the opposite side and happened to hit his throat. The officer opened his eyes wide and saw an extremely beautiful gaze and endless hatred behind his eyes. Qiao Qing'er held the crossbow, and her weak body was as hard as a rock at this moment.

After repelling the attacks of pursuers again and again, casualties also occurred on his side. In the gap between the enemy's retreat and repair, Gao Deyong looked proudly at the foot of the mountain. If it were the same situation, what would Wu'anguo do? Gao Fatty asked himself secretly. Unconsciously, he always liked to compare himself with Wu'anguo. "Wu'anguo may not be as good as me. He is not cunning enough and cannot use tricks." Gao Fatty was a little desolate and proud, and deep down he was desolate, full of despair and pride, "but he would not surrender. The two generations of the Zhu family have not been able to conquer him for more than 20 years, and nothing in the world can make him surrender."

"Fatty man, there is movement in the direction of Alimatu." Qiao Qing'er crawled out of the trenches and stuffed the telescope into Gao Deyong's big fat slap, her eyes full of warmth. The smell of gunpowder made Qing'er a little fascinated. After following the fat man for so many years, she always felt that she admired him and her golden mind had never seen Gao Deyong so tall and fat body standing upright like these days.

"They are waiting for them," Gao Deyong said with a sneer. He was looking forward to the lord of the city, at least led by a general who had seen the world. Otherwise, the killing of the whole morning would be a waste. He raised his telescope and a row of blue flags appeared in his sight. The fat man's hands couldn't help but tremble, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times.

Seeing the fat man's nervous expression, the old head Zhang Huairen laughed and came over. "What's wrong, old brother, aren't you an acquaintance? At worst, we will give the hundred-tenth kilograms to the ridge, killing one to earn enough money, killing two to earn one. In the past two days, more than a dozen of us made several armies go crazy and killed him dozens of times, without insulting the face of our ancestors."

Fatty Gao smiled bitterly and shook his head, handing the telescope to Zhang Huairen. The old man held the telescope and looked carefully. He saw countless people slowly approaching from behind the mountain along the horizon. On each green flag, there was a wolf with teeth and claws embroidered on it. Unlike the pursuers at the foot of the mountain, the team moved extremely quickly and maintained a complete formation while moving.

It was Timur's direct line, and the group of people who killed people on the river beach were not as well-trained as theirs. The old corpse master's face instantly turned dark, and the hand holding the knife showed a stream of blue veins. The people chasing at the foot of the mountain also heard the horns coming from behind the mountain, cheering, occupying favorable terrain on the road at the foot of the mountain, preparing to watch the prey being driven into the trap by the army.

"You are my housekeeper, they are all my guards and friends. Remember, my name is Arselen." Fatty Gao reminded him again, pulling up his own lion flag on the ground and tied it high to a tree trunk with a bullet-breaking crack.

At least three thousand cavalrymen who came from the direction of Alimatu were all black helmets and black armor. The fur of the camels under the soldiers was as white as snow. They were all Western Region names selected from one in a hundred. The general who led the team was fifty years old, and the black armor was covered with a dark red cloak. In the sun, the color was mottled. I don’t know how many people had dyed blood. The old thief head had just led the team to the foot of the mountain. Among the Turkic soldiers who were chasing the caravan, a team of clever men had already walked around from the front of the mountain and stopped the army to report the battle situation. Hearing that several large armies were avoided by the caravan, more than a hundred people did not capture the small hill for a morning, the old thief head was very angry and waved his hand and sent a cavalry officer to slowly kill the hillside with more than 500 soldiers.

"Okay, hit the front slope in the morning and the back slope in the afternoon. The cripple are really considerate to everyone." The stadium turned around with a smile and slowly clamped the fingers on the trigger. There was not much ammunition, and no matter how much ammunition was, it would not be able to repel the attack of 500 people. Everyone knew that this was the last battle, and their words were full of contempt for the enemy.

"Step forward, and then step forward. The official said, "What about you, I will just break your dick and let you be a eunuch in the next life." The escort who was stumbled at the front muttered, waiting for the enemy soldiers to enter the range. What disappointed him was that the general stopped outside the range of the musket, looked at the mountain in confusion, and drank all the soldiers.

"Dong, dong, dongdong", the dull drum beats sounded in the central army. The death drum was urging the soldiers, and the chargers looked at the commander nervously. When they heard the drums, everyone knew what the consequences were.

The general who led the charge pulled out a horn from his waist, whispered and blew up, slowly overshadowing the drums. After a while, the sound of horns came from the military formation behind him. The central army slowly moved forward, and the old thief in red robe was hugged by the guards and walked up the hillside.

"Sank to make a fucking pig ma"? A 'Chinese' sound of accentuating and 'Chinese' came from the old thief.

Gao Deyong did not speak, shook the trunk in front of him vigorously, and the half-dream-half-freshing lion waved his four claws in the wind.

"Is it Lord Arselen? I am Dexing Sahan?" The old thief in red robe pushed the translation away, stepped out of the crowd, shouting loudly in Arabic and Mongolian respectively.

"Since you recognize your grandfather's family emblem, you dare to bring people to chase him. Dexing Sahan, are you not even obeying the order of Ai Mier?" Gao Deyong had a stern face and scolded in Mongolian and Arabic twice.

"Gao Fanzhu" finally understood the other party's Chinese language. The stunners behind the fat man were all stunned. The brothers of the early Dongjia Zhan family talked about the affairs of the fat man, saying that this person had dual titles from the Ming Dynasty and Hezhong region. Unexpectedly, he was already the Duke of the Aristocratic Lord under Timur. Thinking about the past few days, he had protected a Timur's cavalry to escape the hunt for Timur's cavalry. Everyone felt very uncomfortable.

The soldiers at the foot of the mountain were also unhappy. The Red-robed General made great achievements and had a reputation in the army. He was scolded by a Chinese like a child. Who would be convinced? The cavalry, who provided information to the Red-robed General, rushed out of the formation with his sabre, and while cheating and dancing the sabre, he cursed in half-baked Arabic: "That Chinese barbarian is about to die, and you still don't repent, wait..."

Before he could finish the show of the show that he was seeking credit and rewards, he had already eaten a heavy whip from General Dexing Sahan behind his back. The soldiers of the Servant Kingdom looked at the main general in surprise, and the whip of his head was covered in blood. While beating, the Red-robed General ordered his generals to "pass around the mountain ridge, take down all the guys with no eyes in front of the mountain and take them into the Dead Soldier camp, and let them be the vanguard of the Dead Soldiers next time they attacked the city."

Gao Deyong looked at General Dexing and Sahan punished the soldiers with interest, neither stopping him from sending troops to arrest people nor pleading for whipping. Until the beheaded soldiers fell into the soil and dying, he asked slowly: "General Sahan, how are the great Aimiers lately? Are you still in Samarkand? Long time no see, I brought him some special gifts."

"Yes, yes, you haven't visited Samarkand for more than ten years. No wonder these idiots can't recognize your drunken lion flag." Dexing Sahan took advantage of the opportunity to step down, stopped the whip, signaled his subordinates to drag the unlucky ghost on the ground aside, slapped Gao Deyong and flattered, "My master is hunting nearby. If you know you are here, I'm not happy."

"Winter hunting, Sahan, you have been hunting far enough. You have entered the border of East Chagatai." Fatty Gao said sarcastically. Timur is in Alimatu, which is what he least wants to see. Although he has seen the wolf cavalry just now, he has already expected this situation.

"Didn't you always mediate from it? The Ming Dynasty and our country have signed a treaty to deal with the Northern Yuan Dynasty? The Chagatai Khanate has always wanted to restore the Dayuan. The Da Ai Mier had long wanted to deal with the Chagatai for the Ming Dynasty, but he had never made any effort. Now, he hurried over as soon as he cleaned up the Turkic Empire." Sahan opened his throat and lied. He did not dare to offend Gao Deyong, nor did he dare to tell the truth to the fat man. Timur is a strange-tempered master. He can kill his friends with his own hands, but he will also find excuses to avenge his friends. The guy named Arseleng in front of him who can't tell whether it is a Han or a nation is Timur's life-saving benefactor. If he secretly kills him, maybe Timur will thank you. He will offend him blatantly, and no matter how many of his heads are, Ai Mier chopped it up.

"Okay, okay, Sahan, it's worthwhile. My brother values ​​you. So you are so good at speaking." Gao Deyong responded with a smile, secretly made a careful gesture to the escorts behind him, put down the musket in his hand and said, "Get out twenty camels to give me, and my mounts were beaten to death by your people. You have to compensate you, otherwise I will ask for them by myself."

How could Dexing Sahan beggar a businessman? He ordered his men to pull the best twenty camels, and then bowed to the people on the mountain, and said with a standard welcome ceremony: "Master, please come down with your family. My master will definitely entertain friends with the best wine. The enthusiasm of us Samarkand people can make the earth sweat."

"I think you are making the earth bleeding." After listening to Qing'er's translation, the old escort Zhang Huairen muttered dissatisfiedly. With their own worries, the escorts slowly packed their luggage and walked towards Alimatu City in the middle of Timur's personal army. A group of pursuing soldiers who were tired but had no rewards were driven by Timur's personal soldiers, followed the team with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
Chapter completed!