The Great Khan of Mur Si left, and accompanied by the national teacher Alu Buhua, he rushed to Yunzhou with the remaining thousands of elite iron horsemen day and night.
As for the 80,000 Turks who fell into the flames, just cry a few times, anyway, they are already certain to die, and there is absolutely no hope of survival, so why waste time and feelings here Mo Si left 10,000 elites in Yunzhou, and only rushed to Shuofang City with 90,000 iron cavalry, and in addition to the 10,000 elites outside the city, not all of the 80,000 Turks in the city were his descendants.
Nearly half of the 80,000 people were warriors of small and medium-sized tribes attached to the ants, and the losses of his descendants, including those who were affected by the fire at the city gate and the fish in the pond, were forty-three or four thousand.
He rushed to Shuofang City, but he didn't even see the shadow of the Tang army, and burned down 80,000 troops, including his more than 40,000 tribal warriors.
To say that Mo Si is not distressed, it is impossible.
Although the Great Turks claim to have a territory of tens of thousands of miles, many tribes, and warriors, these warriors belong to their respective tribes and do not absolutely obey his orders.
Only the warriors of his blue wolf tribe are the foundation of his life and the guarantee of his rights, and no other, including his brother and his son's tribe.
The Great Turkic Khan was never short of snoopers, and as soon as his wolf warriors suffered heavy losses, someone jumped out and killed him unceremoniously, just as he had done with his brother Gu Lu, killing his men, annexing his tribes, and receiving his cattle and sheep, wealth, and women.
This person may be his son, or he may be the head of a powerful tribe, as for Kubli, the most threatening little khan, he has lost his qualification to be the head wolf, hehe, this is thanks to the Tang army for killing him in advance.
The reason why Mo Si hurried to Yunzhou was to concentrate all the power in his hands before others knew the truth about Shuofang's fiasco, so as not to give others a chance.
He has seven or eight thousand elites in his hands, 10,000 elite horsemen are stationed in Yunzhou, and there are 30,000 string control soldiers left behind in the Yinshan base camp, adding up to nearly 50,000 warriors, which is still a force that cannot be underestimated by anyone.
In today's steppe, the Blue Wolf Tribe, which has 50,000 string controllers, is still one of the most powerful tribes in the Great Turks.
The Kubili tribe, which originally had 50,000 men in control of the strings, had been abolished by the Tang army, but there were still a few tribes with 30,000 to 40,000 warriors, which gave Mo Si a great threat and made him feel uneasy.
During this southward journey, they plundered a large amount of food and people with minimal losses themselves.
Therefore, Mo Si must rush to Yunzhou as quickly as possible, and together with the 10,000 elites of Yunzhou, all the food, money, ordnance and slaves in Yunzhou City will be moved back to Yinshan.
Then, take the lead in annexing Kubli's tribes, and take out a part of the grain in exchange for the alliance of the Khitans, and play the game of big fish eating small fish in the next winter of lack of food and clothing, to see if you can annex more small and medium-sized tribes.
Moreover, there is also a valuable waste detained in Yunzhou City, which is Wu Yizong, the governor of Yunzhou.
According to the national teacher Alu Buhua, this is a big treasure, and he is the old witch of the martial arts queen who is quite important, but he doesn't dare to kill him.
Alu doesn't say that a Wuyi Sect can exchange a Yunzhou City for the Great Turks, even if it is salt and iron that the Tang Dynasty prohibits foreign trade, the Empress Wu has to pinch her nose and admit it.
Thinking of this, Mo Si was in a better mood, grabbed the silver kettle and drank a big sip of wine, and put his big hand into the arms of a singer and rubbed a few handfuls vigorously.
In Shuofang City, flames soared into the sky, and smoke and dust billowed out.
As the sound of the explosion stopped, the ground no longer trembled, and Zhao Wushu pushed away the wooden plank that sealed the entrance to the hole, and cautiously poked his head out to look in the direction of the wellhead.
The mouth of the well, which was made of stone bricks, was gone, and a huge stone blocked it so tightly that there was no trace of daylight.
It was obvious that the entire wellhead had collapsed, and several thick logs had reached into the well, inserted into the wall of the well, and in the meantime, large lumps of dirt fell, almost hitting Zhao Wuyi's head.
He retracted his head suddenly, returned to the hole, and sat on the ground, exhausted, and gradually paralyzed.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's over now, I didn't let the Turks find out, and I didn't burn to death, but I wanted to starve and suffocate to death in the hole." ” Now that the mouth of the well is completely blocked by boulders, it is as if he has been buried alive, and it will not take long for him to suffocate to death because of the lack of fresh air.
That boulder, he felt very familiar, Bacheng was the one by the well, it could have tens of thousands of catties, not to mention that he was invincible, even if he found the overlord of Western Chu, it would be no fun.
In the midst of the shaking of the field, the candle was extinguished, and he re-lit it, and the hourglass fell over, and it was set up again.
Then, clean the dust from the beef and mutton and the two steamed cakes, think about it, or cut a piece of cold beef and put it in your mouth to take a bite, and then drink a sip of water to moisten your throat.
Things have become like this, crying and crying will not solve the problem, just eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink, and open your eyes to see the process of death clearly.
Zhao Wudi shook his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said: "What's so terrible about dying, it's not that I haven't died, it's a big deal to change places, it's just a pity that my Mo'er love has just begun, and it will wither."
If God gives me life again, even if it is reincarnation, even if it is after tens of millions of years, I will find you in the rolling red dust.
It's just that you can still remember me in that life?"
Large tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, he grabbed the cowhide bag, drank water, the cool water dripped down his chin, wet the collar, and he couldn't tell whether it was water or tears, it was the same cold.
He was indeed gulping water, he didn't want to drink, he wanted to get through the last moments of his life clearly, and he didn't want to die in a daze, thus wasting his time thinking about Moer.
Goodbye, Mo'er, my love, never again At this moment, Zhao Wudi inadvertently found that the ground under his feet cracked, and tiny cracks, crisscrossing like cobwebs, spread all over the ground in the cave.
The crack was small, but it was real, not an illusion on his part.
He stared nervously at the crack in the ground, unaware of the sudden change.
The crack was expanding, and it was fast, and in an instant, it was already the width of a little finger "Bad Trap" This thought just came to Zhao Wuyi's mind, and with a bang, the hole collapsed, leaving only incomparable darkness.
The dust flew and rolled down, and Zhao Wushu was caught in the dust and fell into the unknown depths of the ground together.
What will be the grave of bones, or the infernal hell below: