On the vast Gobi desert, a group of dozens of people and horses were running fast.
They would look back from time to time, looking panicked, as if there was some kind of terrifying presence behind them.
At this moment, not far behind them.
A man, riding alone, the armor on his body looked like it was fished out of blood, it looked really terrifying.
That momentum is really scary.
Suddenly, the single rider bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and an arrow struck quickly.
A man in front fell from his horse and his life or death was unknown.
Whoosh! !
A few more arrows in succession.
One by one, Yuan army soldiers fell from their horses.
This feeling of waiting for death is really uncomfortable.
Fear spread among them.
Some people couldn't bear it and shouted crazily: "Ah ah ah, I can't bear it anymore, I want to kill him!"
So he turned his horse's head and rushed towards the man behind him.
Yang Xuan looked indifferent and showed no reaction.
He just replaced the bow and arrow in his hand with a horse spear, and blew his opponent's head off in one glance.
The visual effects are straight to the point.
Facing such a ferocious enemy, who is not afraid?
Togu Si Timur used his horsepower to the extreme in an attempt to get rid of Yang Xuan.
But this is a delusion after all.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.
Togu Si Timur's face was full of anxiety, and he shouted to the remaining guards: "Quick, stop him quickly."
"Yes." The captain of the guard looked determined, reined in his horse, and said to his remaining two dozen men: "Warriors, the situation is critical now. We must use our lives to buy time for His Majesty."
"Yes." shouted the Guard members.
They are all die-hard fans of Togu Si Timur.
They formed a formation, drew their sabers, and under the captain's roar, launched an attack on Yang Xuan.
"kill!"
Facing the enemy who was determined to die, Yang Xuan's expression did not change at all. He just clenched the horse in his hand.
The moment the two sides came into contact, he picked up his horse and opened the gourd on one of them.
Then he bent down to avoid the attacks of others, and at the same time stabbed out the horse spear in his hand and killed another person.
Each of Yang Xuan's attacks could kill one enemy, and more than twenty enemies couldn't hold on for long.
Because they are not opponents of the same level at all.
More than ten years have passed, and Yang Xuan's power has long grown to a terrifying level.
Each blow has a force of hundreds of kilograms at least.
It didn't take long for all of Tuugusi Timur's twenty-odd guards to be eliminated by Yang Xuan.
He was horrified. Why did such a fierce general choose to be in the Ming Dynasty?
Is this really God's intention to destroy his Great Yuan?
He didn't dare to delay even a little bit, but the speed of the horse under his crotch had reached its limit.
But that man had already dealt with his own guards and caught up with him again.
Togu Si Timur gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger from his calf, and stabbed it hard into the horse's butt.
Xilulu!
The war horse let out a mournful cry, stimulating its potential and running wildly.
Although the war horse would be useless by doing this, the situation was critical at this moment, and Togu Si Timur could not control it so much.
Seeing that the opponent had distanced himself from him again, Yang Xuan also took out his dagger and stabbed the horse in the butt.
The war horse neighed and galloped wildly.
In fact, Yang Xuan didn't want to do this. As long as he got closer, he could kill Togu Si Timur with a bow and arrow.
But the other party is the Emperor of Beiyuan after all, and it would be best to capture him alive.
The living Togu Si Timur is of greatest value.
Now, both men's horses have been stimulated to their final potential.
It all depends on whose horse can last until the end.
Fortunately, Yang Xuan's war horse has been replaced by one produced in the grassland. Otherwise, he might have been lost after such a long pursuit.
Time passed bit by bit, and the distance between the two began to get closer.
And their horses were already panting heavily.
The final moment has arrived.
The speed of the war horse slowed down, and the two of them were almost side by side.
"Togu Si Timur, you can't escape." Yang Xuan said.
The latter did not give up yet and drew out his saber and slashed at Yang Xuan.
However, Yang Xuan just blocked it lightly with his horse and knocked the saber away.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Xuan put away his horse, jumped up from the horse, and knocked Togu Si Timur off the horse.
Since the speed of the war horse was already very low at this time, this move did not cause serious internal injuries to Togu Si Timur.
It just feels very painful!
Yang Xuan was protected by armor, had a strong physique, and did not suffer any injuries.
But the two war horses, after running a certain distance, collapsed to the ground and lost their breath.
He tore the clothes off Gustimur's body into strips of cloth and tied him up.
Yang Xuan then collapsed on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this old boy didn't let him run away.
It's just that he doesn't know where he is now and how far away he is from the camp.
The war horse was exhausted, and he could only wait for the Ming army to come over.
After searching his body, he found that there were still a few candies left, but they were already soaked in blood.
Yang Xuan didn't even frown, peeled it open and put it in his mouth.
Soon, he regained some strength.
He then gathered his equipment and stayed by Toguth Timur's side.
The sky was starting to get dark at this moment, and Yang Xuan guessed that the Ming army would not be able to find them tonight.
He could only take Tuogu Si Timur to camp in the wild.
It's April now, and we're in the north. The temperature difference between day and night is more than ten degrees.
Yang Xuan was not afraid of catching the cold, but he was afraid that the old boy Tuogu Si Timur would get sick.
This old boy must not die before he is brought back to the capital.
Only Lao Zhu can decide his life or death.
After finding a sheltered place and taking protection, Yang Xuan took Togu Si Timur to rest.
The latter hadn't said a word since he was arrested, maybe because he had accepted his fate, maybe because his mouth was blocked by Yang Xuan.
As the night went on, the temperature began to drop, and Tougustimur shivered from the cold.
Seeing this, Yang Xuan had no other choice but to pull him up and force him to move his body for a while.
After all, it was almost dark when the person was caught, and it was difficult to find firewood in the Gobi Desert.
…
At the same time, Beiyuan Camp.
The battle here has long since ended.
The emperor ran away, and the Ming army was so brutal that the Yuan army did not want to fight anymore.
Being a prisoner is at least better than dying directly.
In the camp, Lan Yu listened to the reports from her subordinates, and the smile on her face never stopped.
"Where is my brother Yang Xuan?" At this time, Lan Yu asked.
"General, General Yang has led his people to chase Emperor Beiyuan." Wang Bi replied.
He had already found out.
"When did it happen?" Lan Yu suppressed the excitement in her heart and asked.
"It must have been five or six hours!" Wang Bi made an estimate and said.
"So long?"
"Is there any news?"
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