Above the top of the mountain, the wind roared through the canyon and crossed the dense forest, making strange roars. Murong Hong flew with his long hair, stood on the top of the mountain with his knife, staring at the fire that appeared in the distance.

The place where the fire light emitted was conveniently located was the place where the Ming army was, not far from him.

The Ming army was pursuing unscrupulously and was not worried that their place would be discovered by Murong Hong, or that they were looking forward to attacking them and solving the problem once and for all? Murong Hong thought in his heart. The huge gap in strength gave the Ming army such confidence. There were at least a thousand Ming army pursuing him, and now there were less than two hundred people left. When he first fled into the mountain, there were nearly five hundred followers around him, but in two months, most of them had left him one after another.

What knocked them down was the illness and the old wounds on their bodies. Zhengyang broke through, and he sacrificed the last little strength of the barbarian army. Almost all the masters of the barbarian army died in that battle. Even Murong Jing did not escape this. Even the hundreds of people who followed him out of the siege were all injured and exhausted.

Escape into the mountains did not make them safe. A Ming army bit them tightly, leaving them with no chance to breathe. Fatigue and pain were endless because of scratching his remaining troops. The injured soldiers had no doctors' treatment and no medicine, so he could only watch them fall down one after another on the way to escape.

I once thought that as long as I entered the mountains, I would be like a bird flying in the sky and a fish leaping at the sea. The Ming people could never be able to keep up with me, but in just three or five days he knew that he was wrong. The Ming army chasing seemed to be very skilled in mountain combat, not inferior to those of them who grew up in the mountains. No matter what kind of strategy they used, the other party could always see through their own plans in the shortest time, get rid of the traps and tricks they set, and accurately hit their own figures, and entangle them like maggots attached.

For two months, he was still entangled with the pursuit force.

He must get rid of this lingering Ming army.

Because he still has a last reliance and must not be discovered by the Ming army.

At Zhengyang County, tens of thousands of barbarians were defeated. Then, the barbarians gathered in the four counties in the north were cut off by the Ming army because they had no preparation and had no way to retreat to the mountains. They eventually became the birds in the cages of the Ming people. At this point, the barbarians had failed completely.

This reminded Murong Hong of Murong Ke, a barbarian ancestor who was defeated by Emperor Li Qing a thousand years ago. The scene at that time may be roughly similar to that now.

In this battle with Qin Feng, he failed. This time, Murong Hong lost and was convinced. Looking back, from the moment he went down the mountain, Qin Feng was already plotting against him. Before he ascended the throne and established the Ming Kingdom, he had already laid secrets in the four counties in the northern region. Finally, he used Li Weige Township as the guide to introduce himself step by step into the trap he set up in advance.

Murong Hong had nothing to say. Those who make more calculations win, while those who make less calculations lost. Now, he carefully chewed the ordinary words in the military books he had read, and suddenly realized that these seemingly ordinary words are the essence of the ancestors' blood and life. Unfortunately, no one can understand the profound meaning of them without going to the last few steps.

He failed and never had a day to turn around in his life, but the barbarians could not disappear into the long river of history because of themselves. He would leave a little spark for the barbarians. Murong Hong firmly believed that as long as this spark still existed, perhaps many years later, in this mountain, the barbarians would become stronger again and look out the mountain again, just like a thousand years ago, the barbarians had been dormant for thousands of years, and finally had strong strength and walked out of the mountain again.

Unfortunately, they were not lucky and met the demon Qin Feng.

Murong Hong's eyes were slightly red, and his thousand years of savings were destroyed. Now, a new cycle of reincarnation is about to begin. What he has to do now is to preserve the only spark in his hands.

This little bit of fire is the basis for his Murong clan to become stronger. It is the secret he has been trying to hide over the years. So far, only a few people know, and those who know, Murong Jing, are all gone in this battle.

That's a gold mine.

Many years ago, the Murong clan discovered this gold mine, which allowed them to have strong financial resources among the barbarian tribes, allowing them to go out of the mountains, learn knowledge systematically, and buy weapons and armor that they could not produce themselves, so that they could hold swords and guns in one hand and yellow gold bars in the other hand, and finally gather all tribes under the banner of the Dayan.

In this place that made the Murong clan strong, there are a thousand of the most loyal subordinates of the Murong clan, and thousands of slaves who will never be able to leave that area.

He could not summon the most loyal soldiers of the Murong clan to help him, because even if they came, Murong Hong did not have the absolute confidence to defeat the enemy on the other side. In the mountains, he had a brief and fierce confrontation with this pursuer. The opponent's combat power made him a little scared. Those thousand people were the last fire of the Murong clan. He was unwilling to devote himself to a battle without the chance of winning. Moreover, in that secret place, if there were no suppression of these thousand people, would thousands of slaves who mined gold mines be so honest?

In addition to these reasons, what Murong Hong didn't want to see is that this secret place was exposed to the Ming people's vision. As long as he was moved, there would be traces, which made the hungry wolf on the opposite side smell a little unusual. He would definitely follow the traces. As long as they discovered this place, the barbarians were truly finished and would never have a day to turn over again.

He could only take this pursuer around the mountains with his army, hoping that his ancestors would bless him and could get rid of this pursuer at some time. It was the end of August. As long as he could hold on for a few months, winter would come. At that time, the heavy snow in the sky would cover up all traces and would make the pursuer unable to persevere. After a winter passed, even if they entered the mountain again, they would never find any clues. The barbarians would disappear without a trace in the sight of people outside the mountain like they did a thousand years ago, until the beginning of the next cycle of reincarnation.

"Your Majesty, go rest. You will have to hurry tomorrow!" The guard Murong Ming walked to Murong Hong's side and put on a cloak for him. Looking at Murong Hong's white hair flying in the night sky, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Murong Hong nodded slightly, pulled the cloak tighter, turned around to look at Murong Ming: "All everyone is okay?"

"The Ba Lao can't do it anymore." Murong Ming lowered his head, "The high fever has not subsided. Today I am sometimes awake and sometimes confused. I am afraid I will survive tonight. Your Majesty, are you going to see him?"

Murong Hong closed his eyes tightly. Are you going to leave another one? He stopped, froze for a moment, and shook his head: "It's gone, it only increases sadness. Murong Ming, if the eighth brother shows no sign of improvement tomorrow morning, then give him some fun and don't let him suffer again."

"Yes!" Murong Ming whimpered. Along the way, many people had already ended up in extremely painful struggles. "Your Majesty, when is the end? It's better to fight to the death with them."

"Have it over, when it snows heavily, it will be the beginning of our rebirth." Murong Hong whispered, "When the first snowflakes fall, it's not far away."

Just when Murong Hong was hoping that this year's winter would come earlier, on the other side, Wu Ling was also lying flat on the ground and counting the stars in the sky. Qin Zhiqiu was lying side by side with him.

Qin Zhiqiu is the leader of the eagle and falcon in the team. He knew more about Wu Ling than ordinary soldiers. At that time, General Wu made His Majesty the Emperor a headache. In order to wipe him out, Eagle Nest made countless efforts. In the end, Eagle Nest successfully threw several secrets into Wu Ling's team. Only then did he find out where Wu Ling was. The army dispatched a large number of troops to completely kill the last remaining troops of the Shuntian Army.

But General Wu, who fell into the abyss, survived again, with his vitality as tenacious as a Nine Life Cat. He was finally subdued by His Majesty the Emperor and became a powerful general in the Ming Dynasty. Qin Zhiqiu didn't think it was anything. In this world, I'm afraid that not many people can resist His Majesty's charm, and His Majesty also put in a lot of effort to surrender him.

Of course, this powerful general immediately returned his Majesty. During the battle between Zhengyang County, the battle was even more tragic in the first days. If it weren't for the black, thin and dry general in front of him, it would be a big deal to say whether Zhengyang County could defend it. At that time, Li Weigexiang was a barbarian, but he was so anxious to jump over the wall! In that battle, Qin Zhiqiu and more than a thousand eagles became one of the main forces in the city. Wu Ling's strength and cold blood opened his eyes.

"General Wu, have you really eaten human flesh at that time?" He lowered his voice and asked softly, full of curiosity for the general.

Wu Ling tilted his head and looked at Qin Zhiqiu, with a faint light flashing in his eyes, which made Qin Zhiqiu feel a little scared. "I have eaten it, sour, just like horse meat, not delicious. But when people are hungry, what else can't be eaten? Qin Zhiqiu, do you want to taste it? Sprinkle a little salt. If you can find some vanilla, it tastes better."

His tone was as simple as water, and he even discussed with Qin Zhiqiu how to taste better. Qin Zhiqiu's stomach churned, and he waved his hands repeatedly, looking at Wu Ling's eyes even more afraid, "That's not, no. I can't eat it."

"Can't you eat?" Wu Ling's eyes became even more distant: "That's because you're not hungry!"
Chapter completed!