The continuous yellow tents wind like dragons at the foot of Zheluoman Mountain in autumn. This is the plain at the end of the Ganlu River, with a large grassland, but for the Turkic tribes of nearly 30,000 people, they still cannot make ends meet.

They escaped the hunting of the Uighurs, climbed over the northern slope of Zheluoman Mountain, and came to the land of the Tang Dynasty. What the tribes wanted was to have a place to live, but Ashinazhen knew that the Tang Dynasty would not allow them to easily be allowed to be attached.

The uncle's head was rumored to be Chang'an, which shows the attitude of the saint towards them, the remnants of the Turkic tribes. He and several remaining nobles deceived the remaining tribes and told them that they could survive after coming to the Tang Dynasty and not become slaves to the Uighurs.

For this reason, they abandoned all the old, weak, sick and disabled, and brought only young, strong and strong women and children. If the Tang Dynasty was unwilling to give them a way to survive, they would all die here in battle. Even if the survivors lost, they would be better to be slaves to the Tang people than to be humiliated by the damned Uighurs.

"Khan?"

"Don't call me Khan, we Turks no longer have Khan!"

Hearing the call of his subordinates, Ashinazhen turned around and said that since the Tang Dynasty abandoned them and allowed the Uighurs to cut off his uncle's head, the Turks had already died, and he was just a fugitive in a mess.

"Yes, Secret Service!"

The guards changed their names with a dim expression. Did the Great Turks, which once dominated the Wanli Grassland, disappear like this? How many times have they been defeated by the Tang Dynasty, but they will eventually regroup and make a comeback. Is there really no chance this time?

Those who can still stay with the down-and-out prince Ashinazhen are all the most determined warriors in the Turkic headquarters. They are not afraid of death, but at this time, they can't help but become confused when they look at the little prince with sad faces looking out to the east.

"How many cattle and sheep are there in our country? Can we survive this winter?"

Ashin asked, "They could escape all the way here, but the Uighurs did not intercept them with all their might, but took away a lot of their cattle and sheep."

"Our sheep are still 60,000 and two thousand cows are left. This winter..."

The voice of the guards who answered was weak. There were 20,000 young and strong people here. Now most of them were hungry every day. If the Tang Dynasty did not allow them to entice them and finally fight, 60,000 sheep would not be enough for wartime consumption.

"Secret Service, you can't wait any longer. Now that autumn is tall and fat, our horses still have the strength to kill Ganluchuan..."

Behind Ashinazhen, someone among the nobles who fled together said loudly that they followed Ashinazhen because they had no way to survive even if they stayed in the grassland. Even if they wanted to lead their tribes to surrender, the Uighurs would accept their tribes' livestock, but they would not let them go.

Also as the former overlords on the grassland, they knew very well that the outcome of being losers. The Tang Dynasty was their last hope, but it might also be despair.

But even if it will eventually be despair, it will be better than the torture long waiting and waiting for death. If they are to die, they would rather die on the back of the horse than betrayed and beheaded after surrendering.

Soon, the remaining nobles shouted, and some even knelt down on the ground, drew their short swords and cut in their faces, claiming that they were willing to lead their warriors as vanguards to attack the camp of the Yiwu army.

"Secret Service, the Tang army's beacon has been on fire for three days. If we wait any longer, we will have no chance."

The Yiwu Army was the weakest under the rule of Beiting Prefecture, and behind their camp was the Pulihai with abundant water and grass. For these Turkic nobles, it was the place where they dreamed of rest.

Praying to the Tang Dynasty may not be useful. How did the White-mei Khan die? Even if the General Wang Zhongsi just acted and went through the motions, the Tang Dynasty sent troops to attack them, which was enough to make the tribes on the grassland abandon their old overlord.

Ashinazhen turned around and looked at the nobles who had kneeled all over the ground. She had no expression on her face. Finally, she just said numbly, "Let's go back and prepare to let the warriors eat enough. I'll go to the Yiwu Army camp again. If there is no news, then fight to the end!"

"Yes, Secret Service."

Hearing Ashina's words, the nobles stood up one after another, with an uplifting expression. After all, they still felt that they still had 20,000 troops. Even if they could not defeat the Uighurs who had become a climate, they would not be able to defeat the 3,000 Yiwu army!

Looking at the nobles who left with joy, Ashina sighed deeply. They had really reached the end of their lives. Don’t these people understand that even if they defeated the Yiwu army, with the temper of the saint in Chang'an, they would only send large troops to wipe out them all.

Since Kaiyuan, this saint has been expanding territory. Although he occasionally ordered a general amnesty to allow the grassland tribes affiliated with the Tang Dynasty to obtain the Tang Dynasty household registration, this saint is a tiger that cannibalize people, and his kindness will only be given when he is prosperous.

Most of the time, this saint is a cold-blooded and ruthless emperor. When he was in Chang'an City, he had seen too many heroes of Kaiyuan. As long as he violated the wishes of this saint, most of them would not have a good ending.

"Secret Service, do you still want to go to the Yiwu Army?"

After the nobles left, the real guard leader Asina asked worriedly that the prince is now the backbone of all of them. If he was detained by the Tang army, their 30,000 people would completely collapse and even kill each other.

How could Ashina really not know the concerns of the guards? However, the survival rules of these grassland peoples are so cruel and ruthless that they can trample on and sacrifice other people's lives in order to survive, which is completely different from the Tang Dynasty.

Thinking of those times in Chang'an City, Ashina couldn't help but miss her. Sometimes he wondered why he was not a Tang Dynasty man, or he had never studied in Chang'an City, so that he would not have to suffer in this way.

"Li Shouzhong of Yiwu Army always has the blood of our Turks..."

Ashinazhen said, but he did not say the following words. Li Shouzhong's loyalty to the Tang Dynasty was unshakable for Li Shouzhong. They would even be more hostile to the Turkic race than the Han generals, just like his ancestor Ashina Sheer, who was loyal to the great Tiankhan, who made countless contributions to the Tang Dynasty.

Ashin, who had been in Chang'an City for ten years, knew that their only way to live was to become a vassal of the Tang Dynasty, but 20,000 Turkic warriors in their prime would not be accepted by the Tang Dynasty. Even if he led the crowd to surrender, the nobles would not be willing to accept the fate of being deprived of their tribes, and the warriors below would not willingly accept the fact that they would become fish without taking a single arrow and be slaughtered.

The guards looked at Ashina's true and terrifying chills in their hearts. They knew that the little prince who escaped from Chang'an City was a rare wise man, otherwise they would not have taken them to escape the pursuit of the Uighurs. But at this moment they really didn't know what the master was thinking.
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