When Yelude'e decided to send troops, he had already thought that once the army surrounded Fengminggang, they might encounter counter-encirclement. But he has calculated the distance. Even if the army wants to surround him, it will take a day and a night, and this time is enough for him to conquer the remaining 10,000 troops on the post and capture the enemy commander alive. So, he decided to take the risk.

However, he did not expect that the people who were rushing over from all directions would come so quickly.

The commander-in-chief, who fought stubbornly with more than 10,000 troops, was unscathed. And he himself was completely surrounded.

Yelude'e began to break through, but the unwillingness and hatred in his heart were strong. The dignified righteous king, who knew that the other party had a trap, had to jump down. Since Ji Jiu brought someone to Fengminggang, he knew that there was no more conspiracy and tricks, and what the other party wanted was him to surround him. How could he not come? Tens of thousands of soldiers are waiting for him to capture the enemy commander alive, and they are all waiting for the silent and latent for the past few months to show their abilities. He must come, and he can only come.

So face the fate of being surrounded.

Turning his head to look at his son, Yerude'er said coldly, "You, kill him!"

Jian Feng was referring to the person on the post who was looking down on the battlefield, looking for diving opportunities. He was dressed in black armor with a dignified and dignified aura that could not be ignored in the dimly lit sky.

Yelu Xiongyan, the son of Yelude'e, heard the order and knew the humiliation of this battle. He nodded, and in the surrounding team struggling to break through, he took out the longbow on his back and pulled the string.

The arrow is silver, cold and sharp, with barbs. At first glance, it is not ordinary.

Killing the enemy commander, even if he can't return triumphantly this time, has completed a mission. Moreover, the enemy was lightly armed to encircle and suppress, Yelu Xiongyan, like his father, was full of confidence in his elite team, even if they lost their troops, they would definitely be able to rush out.

Ji Jiu was observing the confrontation between the two armies. He needed to rush down with these people on the post, kill the enemy's wall, and join his own troops. In the distance, he saw the most valiant team on the left, the leading general was wearing armor and holding a spear, like a beast rushing into the flock, biting the enemy's throat with its sharp claws. It's Shen Jue.

Shen Jue, who was already a partial general, kept raising his head during the killing, and glanced at the man on the post. He knew that he was waiting for a response, so he wanted to kill him, cut a bloody path, and let him sprint down smoothly. to a safe location.

When Shen Qingxuan died in the previous life, because he was young, Yimo didn't even let him see his father's body, and he never saw it again until the coffin was buried.

But he knew that his father was dead.

dead, gone!

In this life, he is no longer a child, and has the ability to share and protect.

For Ji Jiu, Shen Jue felt guilty. That time when the soldiers confronted each other was something that should not have happened. If you really take him as your father, how can you raise your sword against him? But it was too late when he figured it out.

To this day, he hasn't even said "I'm sorry". Shen Jue thought of this, and the killing became more and more fierce.

Ji Jiu had already chosen the position to dive, it was on the left, Shen Jue's team, he took people, and began to charge down.

The 30,000 people in Fengminggang are now less than 5,000, and the 5,000 people are charging down like crazy, creating the illusion of a two-sided attack. The Xiongnu army panicked for a while, then came back to their senses and tried desperately to block. The Weng's chirping of swords resounded in the world. After Ji Jiu chopped down the two in a row, the halberd he raised stopped for a while, stagnating in the air. During the melee, he caught a glimpse of the silvery white that was approaching like a fly.

Coming straight to his chest, there was no chance to dodge at all. Ji Jiu thought he would die, but the red beads on his chest flickered at this moment, the feather arrow was broken, and the arrow fell to the ground. Ji Jiu couldn't help but stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, tilted his head to avoid the machete, the halberd drew a half-arc, and then shot out a few feet.

Shen Jue finally made a bloody path, merged with Ji Jiu's men and horses, and then fought left and right, completely disrupting the pace of the Xiongnu army on the left side.

At the same time, the commander Cheng Yu also rushed to the right, cutting off the possibility of rejoining the Xiongnu army that surrounded the hill.

The Xiongnu army was cut into three sections and began to break through. Taking advantage of the chaos, the spearmen who entered the enemy army put down their horses, the horses fell along with the riders, and tripped over the riders behind.

The melee reached noon, and the sun was shining brightly, and Yelude'e's central army led most of the troops finally broke through the siege and fled to the northwest. The strange thing is that in the entire encirclement, only the northwest is the weakest. Yelude'e knew that there was a fraud, and he was in a hurry, so he had no choice but to rush to the northwest. The scattered military horses gathered again along the way. When passing through the Yuetai Valley, war drums suddenly sounded on both sides, and the horses neighed. The grain and forage officer Shen Hai, who was dressed in a green robe and a Confucian shirt, bowed to him from a high place amid the heavy guards, and shouted: "King Youxian, I am under the command of the marshal, and I have been waiting here for a long time!" The military flag, the big character "Ji" fluttered in the wind, the bowmen and arrows tied the strings, and suddenly let go, thousands of arrows fired in salvo, and the foot of the mountain was suddenly mourning.

When Ji Jiu and the others finished encircling and suppressing the remnants, and rushed to the Yuetai Valley, Shen Hai greeted them and saluted, "King Youxian rushed over."

Ji Jiu's throat was hoarse, and he coughed: "It's okay, most of the Huns should not be underestimated, and it should be rushing over. I'm here tonight, have the grain and grass been shipped?"

"It's ready."

Ji Jiu raised her head and looked at the sky, the stars were shining brightly in the night. He watched for a while before dismounting, his eyes were bloodshot, and the blood on his face had long been smeared, so he couldn't see his true colors.

After a brief wash, Ji Jiu returned to the military tent, took out a blank memorial, filled the ink with the wolf pen, hung it on the paper for a moment, and walked out of the writing.

This is about his last memorial. Ji Jiu finished writing quietly, and when the ink was dry, she closed it and put it aside.

Spread out the paper again and start writing a letter to the family. Likewise, this is also the last letter to his family in his life. Ji Jiu wrote very carefully, even more carefully than when writing the memorial. But only three pieces of paper were used, and the writing was finished in one stick of incense.

Similarly, when the ink was dry, Ji Jiu called someone to come, and ordered to leave overnight, present the memorial to the sage, and send the family letter to the mansion, and the wife would receive it in person.

After doing all this, Ji Jiu sat back again, drank some water, and said without raising his head, "You haven't come out yet!"

There was no one around him, but he said this to the one around him, so Yimo had to show up.

Ji Jiu said, "How long have you been with me?"

Yimo said: "It's been here for a month."

Ji Jiu wanted to ask, was it you who saved me earlier? The words came to his lips, but he didn't ask. This question is too redundant. After a pause, Ji Jiu said, "You just don't want to see me die?"

Imo said "um".

"Then don't follow." Ji Jiu said in a low voice, "I want to lead troops to the hinterland of the Xiongnu. After this is completed, I should go home."

He said: I should go home.

The body was wrapped in horse leather, transported home, and buried in the ancestral grave.

Yimo was silent for a moment, then replied, "I know."

Ji Jiu got up and walked across from him, eye to eye, "Don't follow."

Emma didn't answer.

Seeing this, Ji Jiu softened his voice, with a hint of coaxing: "Don't follow, be obedient."

Yimo looked into his eyes before saying, "Really?"

"Really." Ji Jiu said. How can you keep up? He must die. If you survive, maybe the Ji family will be martyred. Ji Jiu said, "You don't need to send me."

This time, Yimo agreed and said, "Okay, I won't send it."

Ji Jiu originally wanted to say, I don't want you to see me dead and uncomfortable. After thinking about it, I didn't say it, what's the point of saying it? They are already like this, the future is originally drawn, the repetition in the middle is futile, hatred and love have become empty, and in the end, it is impossible to say goodbye. After such a long time, Ji Jiu rarely thinks of him again, even when he thinks about it, he is confused. He doesn't understand why he hated him so much in the first place, and he doesn't know why he was so disappointed later.

However, he didn't need to think about it anymore.

Ji Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his answer, nodded and walked aside, saying that he was very tired, then suddenly fell to the ground and fell asleep like this.

Yimo used to hold him in front of her, knowing that this was the last night with him, but she felt very lonely, either sad or painful, just lonely, indescribably lonely, like a piece of empty heart, hug. Even if the body is tight, it is not enough.

Yimo held him until the sky turned white, and the sound of people walking outside the tent became lively.

Ji Jiu woke up when he heard the sound. He opened his eyes in his arms and got up. Putting on the heavy armor again, Ji Jiu said, "It's time for me to go." Then he said, "It's time for you to go too." It was time to leave.

Yimo walked over, and then asked, "I'll find you in the next life, okay?"

Ji Jiu was stunned for a moment, then returned to his senses and asked, "Really looking for it? Isn't it immortal?"

Imo said "um".

Ji Jiu lowered his head, raised his head after a long time, and said, "In the next life, come earlier."

Emer said, "Okay."

"I found it, and treat me better." Ji Jiu said.

"Okay." Yimo agreed, "I won't bully you."

Ji Jiu said: "Okay." Then he leaned over, and his dry and cracked lips rubbed very lightly on his cheek.

In May of the fifteenth year of the Jianyuan year, the army set out to chase down Yelude'e, the right sage king of the Xiongnu, for half a year, killing the enemy and the grassland in the middle of the night. Yelude'e's son, with only fifty men left, fled west again. General Ji Jiu gave up the pursuit and led his troops across the desert to the hinterland of the Xiongnu.

Thirty-seven riders who had been in the desert with Ji Jiu played their biggest role at this time. They each led their horses and killed them along the way, without taking any detours. Pursue the tribal leader all the way, cut it under the knife, and then continue to kill along the fertile water and grass.

The final goal stopped at the heart of Wang Ting. At this time, Da Shanyu had already gotten the wind, and he was ready to rectify the army and fight at any time.

After getting rid of the pursuers, the son of Yelude'er made a detour to his hometown, and served under the account of Dadan. Hearing that the army was coming, he prepared two more arrows that night, vowing to avenge his father.

Ji Jiu led the people to kill them overnight. The long journey made them become hungry ghosts in hell, and they escaped from the world in this dark night. Yelu Xiongyan hid behind the haystack and clearly saw his father's enemy.

In the middle of the battlefield, Ji Jiu crossed the halberd, picked up the machete that was slashing diagonally, and was slashing at the enemy on the left, when he heard Shen Jue's sudden shout: "Father!" The knife and the iron handle of the halberd hit the chest of the enemy beside him, and at the same time he saw that cold silver light.

Ji Jiu only felt a chill in his chest, and the light disappeared.

Shen Jue rushed towards the man who shot the dark arrow behind the haystack like a madman, and even showed his original shape. The huge black wolf bit his neck in one bite from the shadow of the haystack. In Yelu Xiongyan's dilated pupils, there were only those wolf-green eyes.

Ji Jiu stood on the spot holding a halberd, and saw everything in the shadow of the haystack, surrounded by his own soldiers, who were fighting hard.

The sound of gold and stone gradually faded away. Ji Jiu stood motionless, thinking of his father and mother, and of his mother nodding her forehead and saying that you are a ruthless child. He remembered that in the Japanese army tent, he said to his father: The Huns are swept away, and the child should die!

I did it. Ji Jiu thought silently.

A husband promises a lot of money, and he swears his life with blood!

The wet and greasy fingers groped for the wine gourd hanging on the waist, Ji Jiu bit the wine cork with his teeth and drank it with a big mouth.

The soldiers around him all rushed to the front, and the more they killed, the more forward, Ji Jiu stood there, watching them go further and further.

Shen Jue asked in a choked voice beside his ear, "Dad, are you alright?"

Ji Jiu said, "It's very good." Then he said, "Xiaobao, the rest is left to you." He signed a contract, with Qishan as the boundary, never again to commit crimes, pay tribute tax every year, cattle, sheep and horses... ...These things, Ji Jiu said, "Xiaobao, let's go."

It was the only time he called him by his nickname.

Shen Jue gritted her teeth, picked up the spear on the ground, and turned to leave.

Ji Jiu drank the wine and stood with the halberd. Until his fingers trembled, the flask fell to the ground.

Ji Jiu didn't look down, it was pitch black in front of him, but he also knew that the wine was not finished and just spilled.

Pity. He thought, at this time, the man's face appeared in his mind.

Elegant and restrained, peerless.

Time to go home.

The halberd that could not be grasped fell to one side and let out a long cry. He closed his eyes, and his stubbornly standing body collapsed.

In July of the eighteenth year of Jianyuan, the general Ji Jiu died. In December, the soldiers returned with his body. Also brought back with the Xiongnu's surrender and contract.

The emperor added the title of "loyalty", and was buried with the ceremony of a prince, and the title was hereditary.

In the next hundred years, the Huns did not commit any more crimes.

(Volume 2 · End)