The Qi army filed in and began to search for Lhasang Khan.

All the glory and wealth are tied to him.

Asir and Chaganbari rushed to the front, leading the men straight to the meditation room.

When they found that Lhasang Khan was not found, they picked up all the monks and brought them to the square.

On the other side, Jia Hui also walked to Sakyamuni Hall.

When I entered the door, I saw a great lama lying in a pool of blood. If I looked carefully, I saw that he was still struggling.

Jia Hui quickly ordered someone to call the military doctor. At this time, the great lama looked back, opened his eyes, and saw a group of Qi soldiers, and smiled cheerfully.

"General, that man ran towards, towards the back door..." The voice became smaller and smaller, but the great lama still insisted on finishing his last words.

I took one last look at the compassionate Buddha, looking at the magnificent hall where I had lived all my life. My bloodless lips seemed to want to say something more, but I had no strength to say it out. I closed my eyes in relief and passed away.<

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There was a sound of running behind them, and several other great lamas in the temple were pressed into the main hall by Chagan Bari. When they saw the great lama lying in a pool of blood, they quickly put their hands together and recited the "Primary Vow Sutra".
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"Give him a good burial." Jia Hui turned back to look at the group of monks and said only one sentence. He grabbed a young novice and ran back.

Lhasang Khan did not run towards the palace on the mountain.

Looking at the posture of this group of troops, it seems that they are well prepared. Who knows how much gunpowder they still have after blowing up the temple gate?

His cowardice seemed to be worse than the situation, and the screams of thousands of people before they died made him feel frightened even after he ran far away.

As for the group of waiters and the bodyguards composed of the descendants of various noble families in the palace?

Forget it, it sounds unlucky to say.

He didn't want to take the risk, and there was no suspense about where he would run.

The Northern Army is too far away, and it would be very difficult to fight with the Qi Army. Running there by yourself will definitely spread a lot of rumors and shake the morale of the army.

So he decided to run eastward. Anyway, he had already sent an order to Chahan Danjin of the Eastern Army to withdraw. Although 30,000 people were lost in the first battle, the casualties of the Southwest Qi Army were not small. The Eastern Army still maintained its numerical advantage.

Therefore, the most Qi troops can do is hang behind the main army and monitor the evacuation.

Lazar Khan and dozens of guards quickly disappeared into the snowy night.

With the young novice leading the way, Jia Hui and others soon discovered the traces of Lhasang Khan.

A golden knife.

After Chagan Bari's identification, this is indeed something that only King Khan can possess. Lazang Khan did indeed run away from here.

Jia Hui opened the map in his mind.

On the map, a cavalry group of about forty people is running towards the east.

"Chen Jingyuan, Shui Che, and Shi Yuanxiu listen to the order! You lead two thousand people to quickly take over Sunlight City. The rest of the people will follow me to capture Laziang Khan!"

After putting on a fur coat over his armor, Jia Hui got on his horse and chased eastward.

Chen Jingyuan and others accepted the promise, and Niu Zhao and others also mounted their horses and chased Jia Hui.

The iron armor on the horse's chest has been taken off by Jia Hui. This thing can protect against spearmen's thrusts to a certain extent, but now it is a duel between cavalry. Jia Hui took off this thing that affects the speed and threw it away.

on the ground.

There was a horse's neighing next to me. I turned around and saw that they were my other two Ili horses.

Jia Hui whistled, and the two horses followed him.

I threw some bits and pieces of unimportant things on the ground one by one. I was getting farther and farther away from the troops at my headquarters, so I threw some things away as road signs.

The horse's speed gradually stabilized, maintaining a constant speed and gradually approaching Lhasang Khan's tribe.

Soon, the map showed that Lazar Khan and others had slowed down.

Seeing this, Jia Hui quickly waved his riding whip, and his horse immediately climbed up a step and rushed towards Lhasang Khan.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, the entire field of vision is white, and the sound of wind is filling the ears.

The old King Khan could no longer bear the high-intensity horse riding and ran wildly. His waist became more and more sore, as if it was about to break, and he quickly slowed down the horse.

When the guard saw this, he also slowed down.

Years of glory have also corroded their will, making these warriors who once shocked the plateau and were only one in a hundred even among the timid ones, feel tired.

As soon as they got off the horse, several people fell to the ground and got up with difficulty. The others also held on to the saddle and slumped down, looking like they were in their old age.

Lazar Khan looked at these old brothers who had followed him for decades with confusion. The youngest of them was already forty, and the oldest ones were older than himself.

Years of fighting and retirement have reduced the number of people in this team that maintains balance on the plateau from more than 8,000 to nearly 9,000 to less than 5,000.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to recruit new people, it’s just that he really can’t trust them.

After defeating his arrogant younger brother, he suddenly selected a group of cowards. It was true that the masters of Tubo and Heshuote didn't react, but since then, every time a grassroots person emerges, he or she will be beaten.

The large tribes of Tubo or Heshuote accepted him as a dog and became their disciple.

And after those new warriors who took the initiative to join him died due to various inexplicable reasons, and the remaining ones all married noble daughters of the big tribes, Lazar Khan never recruited anyone again.

Judging from this meaning, they seem to be competing with themselves to see who can live longer.

But he later discovered that he was wrong. As long as these people lived longer than their own cowards, it would be fine.

Laziang Khan still underestimated this group of people.

The defeat in the Northwest decades ago was caused by someone leaking his whereabouts and letting the damn Jia Daishan chase him all the way.

Qixue, who originally had nearly nine thousand, was left with just over five thousand after the battle.

This is the most elite army on the plateau! The loss of nearly 4,000 men severely damaged his power. He who originally said that he could influence the situation of the government with one thing has become the weakest among the three pillars.

So he never let his cowardice go to the battlefield again.

In the past few years, the number of Qixue has dropped to more than 4,500, which is even more excessive. They are becoming more and more rude to themselves, and their confrontation in the court is becoming more and more blatant.

In order to maintain his own rule and to alleviate the increasingly intensifying antagonism between the two ethnic groups, when Timur came to contact him to attack Daqi, he agreed without hesitation and went ahead.

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Only when internal contradictions are transformed into external contradictions can his country have a glimmer of hope.

While his mind was reeling, Lazar Khan took out a piece of tsampa from his arms, which was taken from the offering table.

The others also took out their own food.

It’s important to replenish your physical strength.

The sound of horse hooves in the distance alerted everyone, and they quickly put the remaining things in their arms and took out their weapons.

Lao Qiongxue, who was at the back, tightened his bowstring.

The shadow of a tall human figure in the distance is getting closer and closer.

Just as the old soldier with the bow was taking aim, a black feather arrow penetrated his chest.

The force brought by the three-stone hard bow coupled with the heavy arrow instantly penetrated his old iron armor and shot through his body. An arrow appeared from behind, and the force brought by it forced him to take a few steps back and fell down unwillingly.
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"Khan, let's go!" The five of them took the lead on their horses and stood in front of King Khan, intending to shoot at Jia Hui.

But as soon as he took out the arrow, he was instantly shot down by Jia Hui. The arrow in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Khan, hurry up and I'll cover you!"

Xue Qianhu, who was closest to Jia Hui, finally recovered from the shock caused by Jia Hui's five consecutive arrows. He jumped on his horse, drew his scimitar and rushed towards Jia Hui.

The dozen or so old Xue Xue behind him also reacted and also drew out their machetes and rushed towards Jia Hui.

Jia Hui also rode towards Lao Qianhu. When they were still ten steps away, Jia Hui took out another heavy arrow from his quiver, and the bow was like a full moon. Xue Qianhu was shocked and was about to escape.

, but it was too late, he was shot between the eyebrows with an arrow, and the entire skull was blown away.

The corpse fell weakly from the horse, and the scimitar in his hand also slipped from his hand and fell to the ground

Jia Hui quickly put the big bow into the bow bag, pulled out two short spears from his back, and slashed at the two approaching Xue Xue.

Two inferior scimitars hit Jia Hui's chest, but they were blocked by the thick leather jacket and armor made of stainless steel. They only caused Jia Hui's body to lean back, and quickly stabilized his position without causing any harm.

Hurt.

Jia Hui threw out the short spear with his left hand again, piercing a man's neck. With a wave of his right hand, he chopped off the chainmail of the man on the right and scraped off a piece of flesh on his neck.

knife, he covered the gap in his neck with both hands, lost his balance, fell down from his horse, and broke his neck.

After the man on the left landed, someone raised a knife and slashed at him. Jia Hui turned to the right, pulled out a meat-cutting knife with his left hand, punched the man in the ribs, and the man in pain went straight to the side. 02

Hui immediately straightened up and cut the person's throat with the knife in his left hand.

He threw the knife in his left hand again and hit a timid man in the eye. The man subconsciously threw away the scimitar in his hand. Jia Hui also rode up to him and slapped the knife into his head with one palm, leaving only the end of the handle exposed.

A small piece of brass, the man straightened up and fell off the horse.

Several people died in the blink of an eye, which made the timid soldiers who had fought all over the plateau feel timid.
To be continued...