Golden Greenery

After rushing out of Saramon’s encirclement, there were only more than 60 people left by the saint Ake and Yang.

Nearly half of the people died under the blade of the Moon Persian. They did not die on the battlefield against the Turks, but died before the dawn of their new life, in Tochar.

Before they died, they pulled hundreds of backers, and Saramon had fewer than two thousand people.

The two sides faced each other, and Yang Yi and the others were naturally outnumbered. Fortunately, they had the experience of phalanx from the battlefield, and they were finally able to break through. Throughout the two sides, Saramon martial arts realm is the highest, Yang Yi is not his opponent, only the holy flame bow of the saint Akademo can keep pushing Saramon back.

Saramon's martial arts strength has surpassed that of Bei Qiaofeng and Nan Murong. Yang Yi estimates that it is a big Central Plains. Perhaps only Li Xiaoyao can beat him when he is reborn.

Fortunately, the three remaining dark messengers under Saramon’s command and in the old courtyard of Xianyuan died in the fight with Okiri, which made the Tocharo breakout, Yangyi became second only to Saramon. Master.

But Yangyi still couldn't beat Saramon, and sixty people couldn't beat more than a thousand. Everyone had to flee. They got into the ravine and couldn't choose their way. Even the direction was too late.

Saramon and his moon clan are chasing after them. The saint is their last hope for returning to Persia, and Saramon will never give up.

In fact, if Saramon hadn't mistakenly killed the saint by mistake, they would not have been able to break out of the encirclement, nor would they have escaped for more than a month without being caught.

After more than a month, they have bypassed the Congling Mountains, but they are still in the rolling mountains, and even in front of them are one forbidding snow-capped mountains. Almost every snow-capped mountain here is more majestic than Buzhou Mountain.

As soon as the sheep knew, this was the West Kunlun called by the people of the Central Plains, and the boundless snow-capped mountains in front of him were the Tubo plateau. Under the chase of Saramon, they could only escape to the plateau.

This piece will be called the Ali area and Kashmir in later generations.

After more than a month of fleeing, those who fled and pursued were exhausted, and everyone was wounded. Yang Yi also organized several anti-chase ambushes, but it could only slightly hinder Saramon's footsteps, but it was impossible to repel them.

The strength of the enemy is too great. Although Saramon was killed less than 1,500 people, there were only 39 of them.

Some people were killed, some died together with the enemy, and some people fled and fell headlong, unable to get up again.

The cruel living environment on the plateau no longer has to fight, people are dying every day, both sides are dying. When Saramon finally besieged them again in the gentle col, including the saint and the sheep, only twenty-nine people remained.

Finally there was no way to escape.

Yang Yi's knife has long been broken, and Akko's holy fire bow has no arrows. Adiolinta is carrying a zither, and the sword in her hand is more like a saw.

"Ayang, are we going to die?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid. But you haven't found your way back yet, I'm sad."

"It's okay, I have found you and I'm content."

"Ayang, will we be together in the next life?"

"Definitely, even if I look for another five hundred years, I will definitely find you in my next life."

"I'll wait for you, the next life, the next life, I will wait for you."

The sheep kissed her, drew the broken knife, smiled and said to Linda: "A Diao, call my brother-in-law to listen."

Ah Diao raised his sawtooth sword: "I'll call it again in my next life."

They rushed towards the enemy.

The blood stained the snow in the mountains.

After a while, only the last ten people were left, but they were all unable to fight again. They had no strength and manpower to form a square formation to resist the enemy. Even if Saramon let them go, ten people would die on the icy plateau.

Ten people fell down and sat together, the holy girl Akke held in his arms, and looked up at the Mang Snow Mountain and the sky.

It's been more than five hundred years, is it really going to die? Is it really impossible to find the way back?

Yang Yi was very unwilling, but he could only hug her tightly at this time. Saint Ake held the dagger, she would never allow herself to be caught by Saramon, nor would she let herself live alone.

Yang Yi didn't stop her, knowing that it was useless to stop, she would not leave herself.

Is it really over? Is there no more chance?

Suddenly, the majestic horns sounded around, shaking the snow on the surrounding cliffs. Immediately around them, a large cavalry appeared.

At least five thousand cavalrymen are wearing uniform leather jackets and leather armor. Half of them rode horses on the Tubo Plateau, and half of them rode yaks, holding a ling spear in their hands, and a machete and long bow slung around their waists.

This is a regular army, light cavalry on the plateau.

The sudden appearance of the army made Yang Yi and Saramon dare not act rashly.

Two extremely arrogant and arrogant yaks came out of the army. They were more than twice the size of the Central Plains buffalo, and they were about to catch up with the smaller elephant.

Sitting on the yak’s back were two elderly people, dressed in gorgeous clothes. One of them was not angry and pretentious. He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you and why do you break into my Guge territory and fight?"

Yang Yi did not answer him, but stared at the old man next to him.

The old man is too ugly, his mouth is wide and his nose is squinted. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to marry a wife when he grows up to such a young age, and it will impress men who have met him.

Yang Yi asked: "Are you...Xuzhu?"

The ugly old man suddenly looked at Yang Yi, such a familiar voice that he had never forgotten in his life. This voice accompanied him during his most miserable childhood and teenage years. When everyone disliked him, this voice accepted him as a disciple and taught him martial arts.

"I am Xuzhu, you...who are you?"

"Hahahaha..." The sheep raised up to the sky and laughed, he had never laughed so presumptuously, and his laughter was bigger than the horns.

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Saramon was dead, he was beaten to death by the furious Xuzhu alive in the mountain col, and a generation of martial arts martial arts arrogance of the Yue clan died.

After two rounds of charge by the Cavalry of the Guge Kingdom, the Moon Persians left less than five hundred people, and then they knelt and surrendered.

The five thousand ancient cavalrymen are not the most terrible. The crazy Xuzhu rampaged through the Persian crowd of the Moon tribe. Whoever raised his hand would kill anyone, like a roaring lion.

Salamon's son Salama was also severely injured by Xuzhu, vomiting blood out mouthful.

With Xuzhu's tyrannical appearance, it is hard to imagine that he came from the Buddhist temple Shaolin Temple with compassion. He was still trembling with anger until he personally helped the sheep onto the sedan chair of the Guge, pointing at the densely kneeling Persian of the Yue tribe.

"Kill, kill all, leave none."

The Guge cavalry raised a long bow.

"No. Mr. Xuzhuo, please let them go." The saint Akademo is the real bodhisattva heart.

"They are all members of my tribe, please forgive them."

Xu Zhu asked Yang Yi with his eyes, and the sheep nodded: "Let it go."

Xu Zhu stomped: "Forget it!" The cavalry put away their bows and arrows.

The saint walked in front of the Moon Clan Persian and said to Salama, “Salamar, don’t go back to Persia, Okili will kill you all. Take them to Tianzhu, listen to Ayang, Going south over this snow-capped mountain you will arrive at Tianzhu, where the climate is mild and the land is fertile and life is easy."

"Saramon, you have to protect the Yue people." The saint said with tears: "Don't let them die again, let them all live."

The surviving Yue people shed tears of regret, UU reading www. uukanshu.com they crawled at the feet of the saint, chanting her holy name, thanking her for the grace of the holy light.

The Guge cavalry stepped out of the way, and Salama took the last of the Moon Clan people on the road to the south, and walked towards Tianzhu. They swore in the name of the Holy Fire that they would never return to the northern foothills of the Himalayas.

Yang Yi took a long sigh, and the grievance with Yue Clan Persia for more than five hundred years was finally wiped out today.

Is it really?

Salama led the remaining Persian Moon tribesmen, after a difficult journey, to the fertile plains of India, where they thrived. In the long course of subsequent history, the descendants of the Yue tribe have experienced many blood fusions, including the fusion with the Aryan moon worship tribe who entered Tianzhu earlier.

In the long years, the descendants of the Yue people established their own kingdom in India, succeeded and failed, until their main body migrated to Nepal in the southern foothills of the Himalayas.

Later, they were called the Gurkhas, and the Salama family was the leader of the Gurkhas, and the descendants of Salama were called Sharma.