In the beginning, I set up a street stall in Datang

Chapter 66

Shen Lang turned his head to look at the dark Turkic cavalry behind him, and two tears of blood drifted away with the wind.

In the face of this tide-like Turkic army, those white horse followers who chose to die, they can no longer kill them.

This is not a choice to die, this is simply a choice to die.

But in the face of these countless Turkic cavalry, some people will eventually die.

But they knew they were going to die, but they still had no hesitation!
What Shen Lang is doing now is the same as those Baima Yicong who chose to die.

For the Central Plains, for the Tang Dynasty, and for the Han family.

Even if he died, he would hold back the Turkic army.

Only in this way, Datang will have more time to prepare.

Only in this way can the Han family have more hope of victory.

Shen Lang led the rest of the White Horse Yi Cong, and continued to flee in the northwest direction.

He wanted to contain the Turkic army and lead them as far north as possible so that they were farther and farther away from the Central Plains.

But at this time, the Turkic cavalry behind them was like a dog's skin plaster, and they couldn't get rid of it no matter how they were shaken.

Just as Shen Lang led the White Horse Yi Cong to run wildly, the hillsides on both sides became steeper and steeper.

Shen Lang couldn't help frowning slightly.

He couldn't observe the surrounding terrain, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue running forward.

But after a while, a valley appeared in front of his eyes.

The bad premonition in his heart spread instantly.

"not good!"

Shen Lang immediately reined in his horse, and exclaimed involuntarily.

He was not familiar with the terrain of the frontier, and he did not have a map.

In the past few days, he has been running around like a headless chicken.

As long as you can get rid of the Turkic cavalry.

But tonight, he ran to the mouth of the valley.

What if the Turkic cavalry had already prepared to enter the valley rashly?
As long as you take a look at both ends, they will be unable to escape!
But if you don't enter the valley, there will be countless Turkic cavalry behind you.

Moreover, the hillsides on both sides here are getting steeper and steeper, which is not suitable for war horses to escape at all.

If you abandon your horse and run to the sides, you will die faster.

Without the white horse righteousness of the war horse, the combat power is bound to be greatly reduced.

More importantly, even if they survived without their horses, how could they delay the horseshoes of the Turkic army?

Is it necessary to fight on foot versus horse?
This is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg!

Now Shen Lang is in a dilemma!

"General, the Turkic army is catching up!"

And just when Shen Lang was hesitating, a white horse Yi Cong shouted from behind.

"Into the valley!"

Shen Lang weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and immediately said firmly.

Seeing that he clamped the horse's belly hard, he rushed the horse into the valley.

As the saying goes, wealth and wealth are found in insurance!
What's more, does he have a better choice now?
He doesn't ask God to bless him, he only asks himself to win the bet!

Man is born a gambler, and he was no exception.

He was betting that the Turkic cavalry didn't know there was a valley here.

He is betting that this valley is not a dead end, and that the exit ahead is not guarded by Turkic cavalry!
This time, he risked his own life, as well as the life of Baima Yicong behind him!

If they win, they can successfully get rid of the Turkic cavalry.

If the bet is lost, everyone will be unable to escape, and I am afraid that all of them will be buried in this canyon.

This gamble can be described as a gamble.

Shen Lang not only put his own life on the line, but also the lives of all the white horse followers.

There is no way, besides going forward indomitably, does he have any other choice?
There is no retreat!

……

At this time, on the hillside not far away.

The Turkic army division saw that the Turkic army was moving rapidly towards the entrance of the valley, and his little heart rose to his throat.

"Khan, the Blood Armored General has entered Death Valley!"

The Turkic military division couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart anymore, and shouted at Jieli Khan with great excitement.

"You did a good job! When you cut off the head of the Blood Armored General, I will reward you a lot!"

As Jieli Khan spoke, he raised his head and laughed wantonly.

His eyes were even more bloodthirsty, and his face was filled with unspeakable excitement!

He had waited too long for this moment!

"Kill me, no one will be spared! Whoever kills the blood-armored general will be heavily rewarded!"

Jieli Khan roared excitedly, wishing he could rush into Death Valley now and cut off the head of the Blood Armored General with his own hands.

"The Khan has an order, no one will be left behind!"

"Brothers, kill! Whoever kills the blood-armored general will be rewarded heavily by the Khan!"

The Turkic iron cavalry screamed, while scrambling to kill towards Death Valley.

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under the heavy reward.

And Jieli Khan's reward for beheading the blood-armored general is not just a heavy reward?

Instead, let him become the next steppe khan!

This huge temptation is enough to make every Turkic cavalry go crazy!

The Turkic cavalry all had red eyes, scrambling to rush into Death Valley, wanting to become the next steppe khan!
Jieli Khan was not stupid, so he would not give up his position as the King of the Prairie.

Because he wants to stain the Central Plains with blood, replace Datang, and become the emperor of Datang.

At that time, he would naturally not notice a mere prairie king.

That's why he threw out this huge pie and let the Turkic cavalry fight for him!

……

Shen Lang led Bai Ma Yicong into the Death Valley, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart.

"Is the young master going to be buried here tonight?"

Shen Lang murmured to himself while riding his horse wildly.

"General, there are traces of Turkic cavalry at the front exit."

Bai Ma Yicong, who went to the front to inquire, came to report suddenly.

Shen Lang's heart skipped a beat immediately.

There is a siege ahead.

Followed by pursuers.

There are steep hills on both sides.

In this long and narrow valley, they have become the turtles in the urn of others.

Wings can't escape!
For a moment, Shen Lang was completely panicked.

He lost the bet.

But is it really necessary to wait here to die?

The reinforcements from the Tang Dynasty have not arrived for a long time. Is it necessary to let the Turkic army go south?
If he died in battle, what would happen to the Central Plains?
What about the tens of millions of Han family sons?
A deep sense of unwillingness swept through his whole body in an instant.

"God wants to kill me?"

Even if he does not believe in fate, he is not afraid of death.

But at this time, he had deep doubts about the theory of ghosts and gods.

Does God really want to let himself die?
"I control my own life!"

Shen Lang held up the gentian silver gun in his hand, pointed at the night sky without a single star and roared.

The pride of fighting against people and against heaven.

Put the stubbornness of not admitting defeat.

Instantly spread out.

"Kill it out!"

With a roar, Shen Lang brandished the silver spear in his hand to kill towards the exit.

Sitting still is not his style.

Even if you die, you will die on the way to the charge.

Even if you lose, you will lose all your money.

Even if his previous choice was wrong.

But so what?

The road you choose, you have to walk on your knees!

There are countless Turkic cavalry ahead, so what if there are countless Turkic scimitars?
Does he have any other options?
In his life, there is no retreat at all!

(End of this chapter)