Although he was mortally wounded—the knife in his vest was so deep and accurate that it had cut off all his life—and although he felt that his body was completely unresponsive and seemed to be unable to stand on his feet as blood flowed from the many wounds on his body, Tuta's face was still full of distorted smiles, full of pride. Especially when he saw Yang Zhen's somewhat annoyed appearance, the smile on his face became even more cheerful.

"Which military division, although you are full of wisdom, this time you killed us by surprise and caused us incalculable damage, but you are difficult to defeat the will of heaven after all. Our grassland tribes are like this green grass, as long as there is a slight opportunity, they can regrow, and they will still become the biggest rivals of your Central Plains people! Laughing quickly, his mouth spurted black and red blood again, but he didn't care about it at all, just kept laughing, as if it was him who had won.

Yang Zhen was annoyed at first, but soon, he expelled this unpleasant emotion to himself. I saw him shake his head slightly: "Artillery, do you think that as long as you leave the Mutumon tribe behind, you can regain your strength?" ”

"Isn't it? There are many heroes on the grassland, and as long as people don't die, we can reunite our strong strength in the future. There seemed to be a sense of unease, but Tuta could only insist.

Yang Zhen looked at him, and there seemed to be a trace of pity in his eyes: "I understand the meaning of your words." After Genghis Khan, there was Kublai Khan, and after that, the steppe tribes also emerged one after another strong men who left their names in the annals of history. Indeed, as long as Mu Tu can escape with his life this time, with the prestige he has built up in the past few years, it is enough to rebuild a team to compete with our Ming again. ”

"Yes, you finally get it, haha......" Tuta laughed on his back, even more thoughtful. At this moment, it seemed that even the injuries on his body no longer hurt, and his spirit was completely excited.

"But have you thought about it, even so, after this massacre, the vitality of the grassland has been greatly damaged. I'm afraid that in the next few years, their survival will become a problem, so what else can they rely on to threaten my Daming borderland? Yang Zhen stared directly at his comrade-in-arms and enemy opposite, and his voice was as cold as ice.

Tuta, who was still laughing happily, suddenly suffocated, and his face suddenly distorted. He had indeed forgotten this fact, and the damage Yang Zhen had done to the grassland this time was devastating.

Countless tribes have been completely razed, and the loss of population is immeasurable. Coupled with the frenzied slaughter of the Gai Qi tribe and its surrounding tribes this time, I am afraid that a single sentence of vitality damage is not enough to describe the loss of the Mongolian people.

And Yang Zhen's words continued: "Perhaps, with the ability and prestige of his Mutu, he can reunite all the tribes of the grassland, and then lead everyone to tide over the difficulties together, and make the tribes of the grassland strong again." But have you ever thought about it, how much time will it take?

"Ten years? Or twenty years? Do you think I'll spare you during this time? Even if I don't send troops to attack the grassland, in such a situation, the various tribes of the grassland will not kill each other because they want a better life? And Mutu, who is in his forties, how many more years will he live? After his death, I am afraid that the grassland will immediately fall apart and become a plate of scattered sand, haven't you thought about all this? ”

What is the meaning of words like a knife sentence to the heart, Yang Zhen showed this with practical actions, which made Tuta's whole person tremble, and the strength of his whole body was completely withdrawn in an instant, and his body fell down, and he gasped heavily: "You ......"

"And, even if I hadn't said these things, do you think I would have given the Mongols the opportunity to invade my Ming frontier with cavalry? To tell you the truth, as early as a few years ago, I ordered people in Beijing to secretly develop firearms, and now we have achieved considerable results. In a few years, when the steppe tribes really reinvigorate, the powerful firearms against the cavalry will be able to be used. At that time, the strength of the force in your mouth will only be the credit in front of the guns. Yang Zhen continued to say coldly, obviously to completely destroy the other party's last hope.

"Wow-" and another mouthful of blood spurted out of Tuta's mouth, and he almost collapsed to the ground, and with the last of his faith shattered, he had no strength left to support him.

After exhaling a breath of turbidity, Yang Zhen shook his head lightly: "You can rely on your prophetic foresight to completely annihilate the Jianzhou Jurchens before they rise up, then history has already changed." I may not be able to change much, but at least, it can make Da Ming have more suppressive power over the Mongolian people, so everything you expect to see is now completely gone! ”

"Hah...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......" A miserable laugh gushed out of Tuta's mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and his face was full of despair: "The military advisor is indeed a military advisor, I am convinced." This time, I was really convinced......"

Yang Zhen's expression was a little complicated, the person in front of him, after all, was his former comrade-in-arms, and he was a person with a common experience. He really didn't want to take his life unless he had to. But now, the two sides are on opposite sides, whether it is for himself or the dynasty behind him, he must abandon the friendship between the two sides and destroy it completely!

Making such a decision, Yang Zhen's footsteps moved, his body suddenly stepped forward, and his eyes fell on the opponent's chest and throat: "Artillery, let me send you on the last ride." ”

"I should have died a long time ago, and it was already a lot of money to live all these years. can die in your hands, and there is no regret! As he spoke, Tuta tried to sit up straight, stared at Yang Zhen with wide eyes, and waited for the other party to finally end his life.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Zhen's hand raised slightly, and another dagger reflected a little cold light under the sunlight, and then walked up to the other party, raised his hand, and wanted to stab this knife into the other party's heart.

But at this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves stomping behind them, which made both of them stunned!

At this time, behind the two of them was the station of the Gai Beggars, where there should still be a scuffle, and the only thing coming from behind them would be Mutu who had fled just now. I didn't expect this guy to be so bold that he actually came back to the pistol.

Yang Zhen was naturally nervous about this. Now that he has to go alone, he may be very dangerous to face more than 100 Mongolian cavalry. Tuta, on the other hand, was in ecstasy, as if things were taking a new turn.

But then, the expressions of the two changed again, and they both clearly heard that something was wrong—the number of men and horses coming from behind them was obviously far above a hundred, and there were four or five hundred people.

Yang Zhen turned his head suddenly, and then the nervousness on his face quickly turned into joy, because he recognized at a glance the identities of these people who had suddenly killed - they were one of the border troops he had sent into the grassland.

Although these people looked a little embarrassed at the moment, they were all wounded, and their clothes were even more dusty, but just by looking at their clothes, you could recognize their identities at a glance.

At this time, these hundreds of people had also surrounded Yang Zhen and the others, and many of them were holding knives and bows, looking like they could do it at any time.

"Are you Datong or where are the troops? I am Yang Zhen, the brocade guard! In this case, Yang Zhen didn't dare to hold it up, and quickly reported his identity.

After hearing him say this, and seeing that the very torn clothes on his body were the flying fish suits of Jinyiwei, these generals breathed a sigh of relief, and the weapons in their hands were suddenly retracted: "I have seen Yang Dudu, we are the army that entered the grassland from Jizhou!" ”

"Have you gone deep into the heart of the prairie? Well done. Yang Zhen nodded with satisfaction: "Who is the leader of this team?" ”

"The last general, Kang Fei, has seen my lord!" A tall and thin man had already rolled over from his horse and saluted respectfully. And with his action, the other knights also dismounted one after another and saluted Yang Zhen. Now they could see Yang Zhen's appearance clearly, and they were sure that this person was the imperial court envoy and Jinyi Wei Governor who had been to Jizhou and sent himself to the grassland, which made their faces more respectful.

In general, it is difficult for the officials appointed by the imperial court to the frontiers to gain real respect from these arrogant generals. But Yang Zhen is obviously an exception, in addition to his already good reputation, as well as the corrupt officials who swallowed up military salaries in the border towns before, but also because he is actually in the hinterland of the grassland like them at the moment.

In fact, the minds of these soldiers are very simple, as long as they have the ability and can fight side by side with them, they are easy to accept and respect. And Yang Zhen did exactly that.

It's just that at this time, Yang Zhen's reaction was a little strange. He didn't step forward to help Kang Fei up as usual, and he didn't even wave his hand to get them up, his eyes were staring directly at the horses in front of him at the moment, and more specifically, he was staring at the necks of the horses, because there were some heads hanging there.

After Kang Fei and the others saluted, they didn't feel a little strange when they saw that Yang Zhen didn't say anything, until they followed his gaze and looked back to see those heads, and then said, "My lord, what's wrong with this?" ”

"Is this the Tartar head you just captured?" Yang Zhen recovered a little and asked with some difficulty.

"Exactly, because the last general saw a large stream of fireworks here from a distance, he felt that there might be other brothers attacking the Tartar tribe, so he brought someone to take a look. I didn't want to, but I happened to encounter such a group of fleeing people, so I took my brothers to do it. These guys are a bit tricky, and we've lost dozens of brothers because of it. Kang Fei replied truthfully.

After hearing this, Yang Zhen's expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but say, "This may be the will of heaven." ”

And just as he finished speaking, there was a thud behind him, and when he turned around, Yang Zhen saw that Tuta had died of death......

Another day to remember。。。。。

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