Chapter 39 The Green Wolf King of Grassland

Aqige didn't expect Tiemo to be so crazy, nor did the Mongolian cavalry on the horse's back expect it.

Because of limited manpower, how many people in the world can knock down the war horses on their own?

Although the war horse fell to the ground, Tie Mo felt uncomfortable, and his right half seemed to be shattered. Seeing the cavalry trying to get up from the ground, he struggled to pick up the scimitar on the ground and roared and pounced on it.

The scimitar cut across, and the Mongolian cavalry was wiped off his neck before he could get up.

Tiemo breathed a long sigh of relief, his head buzzed at this moment, and he was a little confused. Someone was roaring behind him, as if it was Aqige's panic shout.

I slowly turned around and saw a knife getting closer.

It turned out that it was the cavalry who had been knocked off the horse by a machete before. After seeing his companion's fate, he seemed to be excited and rushed towards Tie Mo.

Her body was sore, and it was too late to turn around to deal with it. She was about to fall to the ground and rolled on the ground a few times. But when she heard a scream, Mengmeng rushed up from somewhere, and her thick body threw the Mongolian to the ground, and her sharp fangs made a hole in the other party's neck.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Mengmeng's body was covered in blood. She ran to Tiemo, stuck out her tongue and licked the other person's cheek.

Patting Mengmeng's head, Tie Mo reluctantly squeezed out a smile, saw the bossless war horse in front of him, and then turned over and rode up.

One man, one horse, one wolf, the yellow sand is flying, and the heaven and earth are integrated.

It rushes, constantly rushes, mixed with hoarse roars. The scimitar is like the moon, and the humans and wolves are like the god of killing crawling out of hell.

A gunshot sounded in the distance, and a Mongolian cavalry dressed in different clothes fell to the ground wailing. Tie Mo did not hesitate and turned his horse's head and rushed over without hesitation.

A scimitar cut through the opponent's neck, and a head soared into the sky.

Mengmeng jumped and held the head in her mouth.

Because of inertia, the war horse still rushed forward. Finally, the reins of the horse were pulled, and the war horse suddenly stopped, lifted up the premise, looked up at the sky, and made a neighing sound.

The man on the horse's back tightly clamped the horse's back and raised the scimitar in his hand high.

In the sun, the blood was low, reflecting the twisted smile on his face.

He was like an evil ghost in the desert, a blood-stained demon king.

The remaining Mongolian cavalry were panicked for a moment. They swallowed their saliva, and somebody started running towards the distance.

The military households who survived the disaster hugged the Mongolian men. Soon after, the Mongolian men gathered together and made neat roars.

The scimitar faces the sky, and the crowd is excited.

Aqige walked with difficulty, and Tiemo fell off the horse and lay motionless on the ground.

Too tired, I just want to have a sleep.

Looking at the crowd shouting in the distance, Tie Mo smiled miserably, "What are they shouting?"

"They are shouting 'Green Wolf King'!"

Aqige stroked the tender but vicissitudes of life, and at some point, tears slowly dripped.

"You saved me, you are the hero of my Aqige's life!"

"Haha...you can't die, I'll point you at you from now on..."

Looking at the blue sky in my eyes, it became blurry. I felt the wind was a little cold, my face was a little wet, I don’t know if it was blood or tears.

......

When I opened my eyes again, there was an oil lamp in front of me, and the body was covered with a quilt.

His mouth opened, but he could only make a hoarse cough. The woman who was guarding next to him opened her eyes and immediately spoke out loud.

"Are you awake? Come on, drink some water first!"

After drinking a sip of water and recovering, Tiemo asked for the doubts in his heart.

“Where is this?”

"This is the place of the Neiman tribe, we are safe!" Aqige held Tiemo and said slowly.

It turned out that three days had passed. Since encountering Bayankhan's cavalry, Aqige ordered the camel caravan to go straight south and go around the desert for another period of time before he could safely return to the Neman tribe.

In that battle, there were extremely heavy casualties, with 21 soldiers in the Naiman tribe killed and injured, and six soldiers in the military households.

Tiemo looked at the flickering and blurred oil lamp in a heavy mood, and went north to barter. When he arrived, there were nearly thirty people, and at this time there were less than ten people left.

Along the way, there are natural disasters and man-made disasters, deserts and Gobi, and there are traps that devour human life everywhere.

At this moment, Tie Mo suddenly became suspicious of himself.

Was it really right to decide to go north to barter? The military households were buried here and could not even return their bodies to their hometown. They were dead, and there were still several people waiting for dinner at home.

What kind of virtue is my iron mo? I deserve this group of military households to follow you to the death?

Can I really take good care of their family for the rest of my life?

As if seeing Tie Mo was not in a good mood, Aqige comforted him: "Don't think too much. Compared to those travelers who were buried in the desert in the whole team, you are already lucky."

"Maybe! Aqige, help me out and have a look!"

Put on your clothes and slowly walk out of the yurt. The sky is shining with stars and the moonlight is beautiful. There is a bonfire in the distance, but there is no singing.

Seeing Tie Mo coming out, Shi Hu and others finally felt better, and they immediately surrounded him.

Looking at these familiar and sincere faces, the softest part in Tiemo's heart was touched, and tears filled his eyes without control.

"Brothers, I'm sorry for you, I'm letting those brothers die on the road."

Tiemo said and fell to his knees under the night sky.

The remaining military households felt ache and then knelt down. Hao Sanpao held Tiemo and said sternly: "Xiao Tie, when I decided to go north with you, my brothers would sacrifice their lives. How could I blame you?"

"And you have promised that as long as you can go back alive, you will try your best to take care of our family and others."

"We chose this path ourselves. If you can see a little hope, no matter what you say, brothers will not follow you on this path."

Tie Mo nodded in pain, and he found that he could not be truly cold-blooded and ruthless no matter what.

Every time those who are familiar with each other fall, their hearts will be hurt a little and their responsibilities will be even more.

......

In a yurt in the distance, Chang Minyue hid behind the curtain and looked silently at everything beside the bonfire.

In the life and death situation a few days ago, Tie Mo's military households did not retreat until death, and none of them became cowards, but several of the swordsmen under his command chose to escape.

Why is this?

The Chang family has great wealth, while Tiemo is just a broken military household with a life of bad life.

Why is this happening?

Looking at the scene beside the bonfire, Chang Minyue seemed to understand something. For the first time in her life, she became suspicious of herself.

Perhaps in this chaotic world, talent is the most important thing.

The humble can also emerge from the world, and the noble can also fall into pieces.

Perhaps, you are really wrong and should not underestimate those humble people. At a certain moment, there is really no distinction between high and low.

I could see something on Tiemo.

In troubled times, it is a ladder to heaven.
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